So we didn’t use the strap-on, but…

upstairs

So we didn’t use the strap-on but we had a great night. So far, I have to say that even the idea of getting out the strap-on makes the sex better!

Here’s what happened.

I got home and she was already home. She was in the shower. I peeked in to say hello and in reply she smiled at me then looked pointedly at my crotch then back up at me.

Invitation accepted.

I undressed and got in the shower with her. Once I was wet enough I turned off the water and we started soaping each other up. It’s something we do. It’s kind of washing each other, kind of foreplay. In any case, it’s very nice. And when you hold each other, bodies slipping against each other, it’s erotic.

Water back on, we rinsed and got out. We don’t fuck in the shower, it doesn’t work. The water washes away any natural lubrication and the friction becomes unpleasant. If you use silicone lube it can work, but natural sex juices or water based lube runs right down the drain.

Out of the shower we headed to the bedroom. She climbed the stairs ahead of me and watched her naked ass tip side to side with each step, her pussy peeking out.

I grabbed her. With my hands on her hips I bit her butt-cheek, my lower jaw nestling against her pussy and asshole.

My tongue slipped out and she froze as I smeared saliva over her pussy with my tongue. Soft, wide licks over her whole vulva, just barely touching. The tip of my tongue parting her lips little by little with each lap from clit to asshole. Yes, my tongue goes there too.

As if snapping out of a dream, she continued up the stairs.

On the bed we fell into a 69. After a few minutes, I lost concentration and just watched her lips move up and down my cock. Her tongue glistened as she licked my shaft, sliding down to my balls.

After I put on a condom, I sat there rubbing my cock up and down her pussy. She grabbed me. Pulled me into her. Bliss.

We fucked, slowly, then faster. She came. Normally I cum when she does but somehow I didn’t this time. I let her rest, her legs and arms splayed out, exhausted.

Coming back to reality, she reached behind her head for the lube. She put a little on her finger then reached around and started rubbing it on my asshole. She started rubbing with a little more pressure and I resumed moving inside her.

We rolled over so that now she was on top of me. Just as she had, I lubed my finger then started rubbing her asshole. With the tip of my middle finger slipping into her brown ring, I slowly fucked up into her.

I reached for the butt plug. “Do you want it?” I asked. She seemed to blush and nodded.

Slowly fucking up into her, I got more lube then pushed the slim plug gently through her clenching sphincter so it sat snugly inside her anus. She moaned.

I kept fucking up into her, resting a couple fingers on the base of the plug, pushing it rhythmically. Her pussy was gripping me. She was starting to cum again. I was getting close too.

Aiming for a mutual orgasm, I told her I was going to cum. We can often time it so we both cum together. I like that. This time, she didn’t care. She’d already cum.

“Cum in my mouth.” she whispered in my ear. I groaned.

She knows I love cumming in her mouth and I know she only does it for me. I don’t ask her to but if she’s willing then I’m selfish enough to let her do it. She does it rarely and only when she’s very horny. This was one of those times.

“Ahh, honey, I’m coming.” I said and she got off me and I pulled the condom off. I stroked my cock while maneuvering closer to her mouth. I didn’t quite get to her in time and the first shot mostly landed on her neck and chin. She quickly took me into her mouth as I shook and spasmed with orgasm.

I took in the sight of my wife decorated with a bit of my cum, her lips wrapped around my cock, sucking the last shudders of pleasure from me and judged it a night of good sex.

Too bad we didn’t get to use the strap on, but still a fun evening. Now… what’s for dinner?

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