Taking Control Tonight

My husband always wanted me to be more sexually aggressive, to take charge from time to time, to seduce him. Well, one night recently I decided to take a step in that direction. It was way out of my comfort zone, but now I think it was worth the effort.

He had just crawled into bed when I walked out of our master bathroom wearing a turquoise and black set of matching bra, panties and garter belt, complete with black thigh-high stockings. The fabric clung to my curves, emphasizing the gentle swell of my breasts as I moved. I crawled into bed with him and pressed my body against his, feeling the familiar warmth radiating from his naked skin. He routinely sleeps naked, and that night was no different. As my body came to rest next to him, his warm, soft-yet-firm flesh felt wonderful against my body, familiar, yet still very enticing. I reached around him and took his cock in my hand. It was soft and flaccid, a welcome contrast to the weight I was about to add to it.

He rolled onto his back, and I straddled him, still holding his soft penis in my hand. I took my bra off, the metal eyelets digging slightly into my skin as I watched his eyes move to my chest. Still his penis remained soft. Leaning forward over him, I let my breasts rub against his face, the coolness of my skin a shocking sensation against his heated flesh. His lips parted and drew my right nipple into his mouth, a slow, deliberate action that sent shivers down my spine. I felt a rush of excitement flow through my body, a primal heat igniting within me. His cock began to swell in my hand, the muscles contracting and expanding as he tensed beneath me. Feeling that give was an incredible rush, a tangible manifestation of his arousal. It made me feel powerful and in control, a sensation entirely new and deliciously unsettling. I caused his body to react, and I knew I was giving him pleasure, not just physical, but also a taste of the dominance I was now embracing. By taking charge, I suddenly felt a sense of power that was new to me. It felt wonderful, almost intoxicating.

I moved up his body, straddling his chest, the curve of my hips pressing into his abdomen. As I looked down at him, he reached up and began playing with my breasts, gently teasing and pulling at the delicate skin. I reached around behind myself and squeezed his cock hard with my hand, feeling the strain in his muscles as he arched his back. It was stiff and hard now, and again the thought of doing that to him thrilled me. I have been married to him for years, and yet it all felt new and fantastic, like I was seducing him. And in a way, I was. I could see by the glazed look in his eyes that he was losing control, surrendering to the potent pull of my command. I was going to take him sexually, and I was doing it with a confidence that both thrilled and terrified me. I had interested him, motivated him, and now, feeling the hardness in my hand, I knew that I had fully prepared him for what I wanted. I felt light-headedly aggressive about it all, and now was no longer out of my comfort zone at all. I just needed to get started, and suddenly found myself very much enjoying the idea of seducing my husband.

I took his hand in mine and placed it on his cock, wrapping his fingers around the shaft. He looked up at me with a puzzled expression, a flicker of uncertainty in his eyes. "Please," I whispered, my voice low and husky, "I want you to touch yourself."

He obediently began stroking himself, his movements tentative at first, then growing bolder as his arousal increased. As he masturbated, I slid forward and knelt above him, straddling his face. I lowered myself until the crotch of my panties came to rest against his lips, the soft fabric a tantalizing barrier between us. He pulled the fabric to the side to begin kissing my pussy, but I quickly pulled his hand away and positioned my panties between his lips and my pussy once again. He relented and let me leave on my panties. Neither of us said a word, the silence filled with unspoken desires and mounting tension.

He ground his mouth and chin against me, nibbling and biting gently at my clit and pussy lips through my panties, the soft, insistent pressure sending shivers through my entire body. Though the sensations were dulled somewhat by the fabric over my femininity, I was lightheaded at the thought that I had caused this all, that I had started it, that I had directed it thus far, and that I already knew how it was going to finish. I could feel the wetness from my cunt seeping out, oozing between the lips of my pussy. I then became aware of the sound of his hand behind me, stroking up and down the shaft of his cock, masturbating just as I had instructed him to do. It finally became too much to withstand, and a warm, beautiful orgasm washed over me. I quivered and moaned as my climax subsided, several more drops of my pussy juice easing out of me and into the fabric of my panties.

Exhausted and still wobbly from my orgasm, I reached around behind me and stopped his masturbation to prevent him from having his own. By now, he could tell I was thrilled at taking the lead for once, and he obediently stopped, though with a desperately urgent and frustrated look in his eyes. I stood up and removed the garter belt and stockings, and then pulled off my panties. I felt the cool air waft between my legs as the warm and now-damp fabric pulled away from my pussy. I looked down just in time to see a string of my wetness between me and my panties before it gave way, a little wetness snapping back to where it came from, and a bit dripping down onto the fabric. The wetness was white this time. Funny, but sometimes it is clear and colorless, other times it is white and opaque, sort of like thick but slippery milk. I am not sure why that is, although it seems that those times when I am the most excited, it is white… and that night was was white indeed.

Looking down at him, I could see his rapid breathing as his chest rose and fell. I could see the urgent, even desperate look in his eye. And I could see a string of clear colorless pre-cum hanging from the mouth of his hard-on. I stepped across him and knelt down, straddling his hips. I reached under myself and took his cock in my hand, and positioned it against my opening. Then, I sat back and groaned as I felt it bury itself deep inside my body. It was wonderful. Still holding my panties in my hand, I began to thrust up and down his shaft, slowly and deliberately, savoring the sensation of control.

The thought of what I was going to do next frightened and thrilled me all at once. You see, I have always been self-conscious whenever he performed oral on me concerning what he might be seeing, and even more so, what he might be smelling! He always assured me that my scent excited him, but it always left me feeling squeamish. So, I always insisted on washing there with soap, even if that meant getting up in the middle of our love making to do so. This action would always frustrate him, and he would tell me that he wanted me to smell like me, not like soap. Well, I figured as long as I was daring tonight, why not go with that idea? There was indeed a reason that I left my panties on all through my orgasm, and he was about to learn why.

I reached forward with my panties and held the moist crotch an inch or two above his mouth and nose while fucking him. I could feel my heart beating in my head at the thought of what he might be smelling, but I could see that whatever he was experiencing was exciting him very much. His breathing was faster now, and he was loudly moaning, which is unusual for him. His voice sounded desperate to finish, urgent as I continued thrusting up and down at a very slow pace. He wanted to finish, but I was moving too slowly to get him over the edge. Long, deep, painfully slow movements. The feeling of his cock moving inside me was beautiful.

I began to feel sorry for him. He needed a release from this tension I had built inside of his body. I knew I was about to give him the best feeling there is in this world. The idea of that made me happy, and emotionally close to him. I settled down on top of him and stopped moving. My intention was to press the wet crotch of my panties down gently against his nose and mouth and then fuck him until he climaxed. It didn’t go quite that way, however.

When I touched the panties to his lips, he began to lick them, inhaling deeply through his nose at the same time. And then, lying still beneath me, while I sat motionless above him, his eyes rolled back, his back arched slightly, and his body began to jerk and twitch. I could feel a flood of hot thick semen filling me as he pumped it deep into me. I remained motionless while he lay still inside me, pumping his sex fluid into me while smelling and tasting my panties. I thrilled to the knowledge that it was the mere scent and taste of me that pushed him over the edge into his orgasm. I slumped down on top of him, and we both drifted off to sleep, exhausted, content, and very much in love.

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