Overnight Chaos, Morning Heat

The rain hammered against the windows of the cabin, a relentless rhythm mirroring the frantic beat of my heart. Just hours ago, my husband, Rez, had left for an errand, leaving me in charge of the household and, more importantly, the aftermath of a disastrous morning. The overflowing toilet, a testament to my ineptitude, had been dealt with, but the lingering scent of stale urine still clung to the air, a constant reminder of my failure. As I scrubbed furiously at the porcelain throne, a desperate need for release, for connection, burned within me. I craved the familiar comfort of Rez's touch, his strong hands, his powerful body. It had been a rough Saturday, and the thought of enduring another night alone, smelling like a public restroom, was unbearable.

When Rez finally returned, smelling of pine and sawdust, he offered to make lunch, a small kindness that did little to ease my mounting frustration. I excused myself, slipping into a sheer, body-hugging black lace top and a pair of well-worn jeans. A reckless idea sparked in my mind, a desperate attempt to recapture the thrill of our shared pleasure. Under the lace, I carefully positioned my smallest, six-inch dildo against my belly and down my right pant leg, a silent invitation for him to explore my desires. It had been a couple of months since we’d indulged in that particular form of stimulation, and the memory of its potent effect on him felt tantalizingly close. If he wasn't in the mood, well, it was a small price to pay for a bit of playful anticipation.

As we settled down to enjoy our simple meal of grilled chicken and mashed potatoes, I subtly guided his hand towards my thigh, feigning nonchalance while my body tensed with anticipation. A slow smile spread across his face as he discovered my surprise, a silent acknowledgment of my carefully crafted invitation. He leaned in, his gaze lingering on my skin, and I felt a shiver of excitement course through me. It wasn’t long before he began to explore, his touch both gentle and insistent, igniting a fire within my core.

The meal passed in a blur of stolen glances and whispered words, the tension between us building with each passing moment. Once we had cleared the dishes and informed our teenagers that we were taking some time for ourselves, Rez made a quick trip to the bathroom, leaving me alone with my thoughts and my simmering desire. This was my chance. I quickly changed into a corduroy mini-skirt, letting the open zipper reveal the strategically placed dildo against my pubic bone. It was a bold move, a blatant display of my needs, but I felt strangely empowered by it.

As Rez emerged from the bathroom, towel-dried and looking relaxed, I greeted him with a playful hand wrapped around the toy, a silent challenge and an unspoken plea. "Please, Daddy, please suck my dick?" I giggled, a touch of nervousness masking the raw hunger in my voice. To my utter astonishment, he dropped to his knees, taking the head in his mouth and looking up at me with a look of pure adoration. It was a scene straight out of a fantasy, and I found myself completely lost in the moment.

The intimacy was palpable, electric. The scent of his arousal filled my senses, and my heart pounded in my chest. Yet, there was a slight hitch in his movements. His height, nearly a foot taller than me, made it difficult for him to reach the desired angle. With a gentle push, he guided me to the bed, where I tried to stand on the mattress, but my height made it impossible. Kneeling down didn't work either, so he laid me down, taking on the role of both provider and protector. It was a surreal experience, a bizarre imitation of the dynamics we usually enjoyed, but I found myself strangely content.

As he took my little six-incher to the back of his throat, a primal urge took over, a desperate need to connect with him on a deeper level. It felt almost animalistic, a visceral expression of my desire. I pushed up toward him, mimicking the movements of a female dog seeking attention, a strange sensation that simultaneously disgusted and thrilled me. It was as if I were experiencing the very essence of his pleasure, feeling the raw intensity of his arousal. The sensation was undeniably powerful, a stark reminder of my own body's capabilities. After a few moments, I released him, pulling away with a gasp, and he immediately unsnapped my waistband, removing the dildo and turning it around to shove it back into me. The wetness of my jeans clinging to my skin added another layer of sensation, intensifying the pleasure.

But that wasn't all. As I struggled to catch my breath, he took my hand and moved it between my legs, signaling that he wanted me to take over while he got out of his clothes. The invitation was clear, and I eagerly obliged, feeling the familiar surge of heat as he began to grind against me. He stripped down to his briefs, revealing his powerful physique, and continued his assault, his movements relentless and passionate. He took my toy away and replaced it with his own very real appendage, plunging it deep into my waiting flesh. The pleasure was immediate and overwhelming, sending shivers down my spine.

As we continued our frenzied encounter, he laid me on my back, bending my knees and spreading them wide, while he positioned himself behind me. We then spread out two sex blankets on the bed and the carpet beneath us, creating a makeshift haven for our shared pleasure. With his back against my spine, he began to pound, his muscles rippling with each thrust. The force of his blows sent waves of sensation through my body, leaving me breathless and trembling. It was a moment of pure abandon, a release of pent-up desires.

For what seemed like an eternity, he continued his assault, ignoring my moans and pleas for respite. Finally, he pulled out, taking a long drink from his glass on the nightstand before returning to the action. Breathing heavily, he resumed his relentless pounding, pushing me to the very edge of my limits. When he finally released me, I lay limp on the bed, my face pressed against the cool cotton sheets, grinning from ear to ear.

As he slapped my bottom playfully, he handed me my water bottle, knowing that I often dehydrated during our Saturday marathons due to the sheer intensity of my orgasms. I took a large swallow, grateful for his attentiveness. As I caught my breath, I decided to keep track of my climax count, a habit he always inquired about, a silly ritual that always seemed to amuse him. It was easy to lose track, especially in the heat of the moment.

After a few more sips, I handed him back my bottle and flopped backward on the bed, my hand instinctively reaching for my well-thumped princess parts. He walked over to unplug his Hugo prostate massager from its charging cord, turn it and its remote on, and hand the vibe to me. It may seem odd, but it's my favorite vibrator, at least for my clit. It has way more power than my We-Vibe Tango and is easier to handle than the Magic Wand. These and my Lelo Sona all have their proper time and use, but for a simple clit cum, the Hugo is the best.

While I masturbated, he played with the controls, asking me whether I liked this or that setting, higher or lower speeds. When we finally settled on one, I put it to good use while he encouraged me with his words, his voice thick with arousal. "That's it, little girl. You are so beautiful like that. I love to watch you play with yourself. Does that feel good? Are you gonna cum for Daddy?" But just as I was about to reach the brink, he suddenly turned off the device with the remote. "Ohhhhh! I almost came! Why’d you do that?"

"I don't want you to cum that way yet. I want you to wait for later," he replied, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Okay," I said, "but turn it back on and let me edge a couple of more times?" He readily agreed, switching the vibe back on, then tickling and twisting my nipples while I brought myself near the precipice twice more. Then I handed him back my toy before making a quick trip to the potty.

When I returned, he was leaning on the pillows and scrolling on his phone. Beside him on the nightstand was our middle-sized dildo, all oiled up and ready to be put into action. I climbed between his legs and took his now relaxed cock into my mouth, relishing the taste of myself that had dried on but still flavored his member. While I suckled it, I pleased his balls with my fingernails and palms. Then I replaced my mouth with my hand and pulled upward on his cock to bring his sack toward my mouth. My tongue bathed his testicles before I sucked each one into my mouth and drew patterns on it with the tip of my tongue.

He had me lie down beside him with my head near his feet and spread my legs wide for him. Then he eased the second-biggest dildo we own into my wetness. He spent nearly half an hour pleasuring me with that toy, making me cum for him over and over again. He’d tuck the base up under me and diddle my clit while I lifted and lowered my hips, rubbing its head over my G-spot. I orgasmed so hard I’d push it right out. When I did, he’d just push it right back in and began again.

Finally, mid-afternoon, he was feeling peckish. He asked if I wanted anything while he was downstairs then left me to my own devices while he fixed me a cup of tea and himself a snack.

While he was away, I sat up on the dildo and rode it to several more orgasms. The low winter sun from the uncovered windows penetrated my closed eyelids. I had my back to the door so that his first sight upon entering would be from his favorite vantage point, my ass rising and falling on that Vixen Mustang. That would get him excited in a hurry, I was sure. And, boy, was I right!

He hurried to pee while he still could, then came to the edge of the bed. I lay supine and took his rapidly hardening cock back into my mouth. Soon, he had grown enough that the head pushed past the swallowing muscle at the back of my mouth and into my throat. Every stroke made me gag and squirt at the same time, and if I hadn’t been holding the dildo in with my hand, I’m sure I would have lost it across the bed somewhere! It felt so good to squeeze around it while my husband deep-throated me.

When he finally opened his eyes, I was smiling up at him. He smiled back but made no move to withdraw until his hardness wholly dissipated. When he did, he watched a large glop of his cum slide out of me and down my ass. "How many times did you cum for me today, Felicia?"

I tried to remember. I may have missed a few, but I gave him my best answer. "Forty-six G-spot orgasms and..." Suddenly, I remembered something. "Aw, babe. You never gave me my clit cum!"

“What?” He glanced up at my face, but his eyes returned immediately to my oozing slit, and his finger soon joined them there. He played in his mess while I wriggled with pleasure. "Remember? You said you wanted me to wait until later."

“Okay,” I said, “but turn it back on and let me edge a couple of more times?” He readily agreed, switching the vibe back on, then tickling and twisting my nipples while I brought myself near the precipice twice more. Then I handed him back my toy before making a quick trip to the potty.

When I returned, he was leaning on the pillows and scrolling on his phone. Beside him on the nightstand was our middle-sized dildo, all oiled up and ready to be put into action. I climbed between his legs and took his now relaxed cock into my mouth, relishing the taste of myself that had dried on but still flavored his member. While I suckled it, I pleased his balls with my fingernails and palms. Then I replaced my mouth with my hand and pulled upward on his cock to bring his sack toward my mouth. My tongue bathed his testicles before I sucked each one into my mouth and drew patterns on it with the tip of my tongue.

He had me lie down beside him with my head near his feet and spread my legs wide for him. Then he eased the second-biggest dildo we own into my wetness. He spent nearly half an hour pleasuring me with that toy, making me cum for him over and over again. He’d tuck the base up under me and diddle my clit while I lifted and lowered my hips, rubbing its head over my G-spot. I orgasmed so hard I’d push it right out. When I did, he’d just push it right back in and began again.

Finally, mid-afternoon, he was feeling peckish. He asked if I wanted anything while he was downstairs then left me to my own devices while he fixed me a cup of tea and himself a snack.

While he was away, I sat up on the dildo and rode it to several more orgasms. The low winter sun from the uncovered windows penetrated my closed eyelids. I had my back to the door so that his first sight upon entering would be from his favorite vantage point, my ass rising and falling on that Vixen Mustang. That would get him excited in a hurry, I was sure. And, boy, was I right!

He hurried to pee while he still could, then came to the edge of the bed. I lay supine and took his rapidly hardening cock back into my mouth. Soon, he had grown enough that the head pushed past the swallowing muscle at the back of my mouth and into my throat. Every stroke made me gag and squirt at the same time, and if I hadn’t been holding the dildo in with my hand, I’m sure I would have lost it across the bed somewhere! It felt so good to squeeze around it while my husband deep-throated me.

When he finally opened his eyes, I was smiling up at him. He smiled back but made no move to withdraw until his hardness wholly dissipated. When he did, he watched a large glop of his cum slide out of me and down my ass. "How many times did you cum for me today, Felicia?"

I tried to remember. I may have missed a few, but I gave him my best answer. “Forty-six G-spot orgasms and…” Suddenly, I remembered something. “Aw, babe. You never gave me my clit cum!”

“What?” He glanced up at my face, but his eyes returned immediately to my oozing slit, and his finger soon joined them there. He played in his mess while I wriggled with pleasure. "Remember? You said you wanted me to wait until later."

“Okay,” I said, “but turn it back on and let me edge a couple of more times?” He readily agreed, switching the vibe back on, then tickling and twisting my nipples while I brought myself near the precipice twice more. Then I handed him back my toy before making a quick trip to the potty.

When I returned, he was leaning on the pillows and scrolling on his phone. Beside him on the nightstand was our middle-sized dildo, all oiled up and ready to be put into action. I climbed between his legs and took his now relaxed cock into my mouth, relishing the taste of myself that had dried on but still flavored his member. While I suckled it, I pleased his balls with my fingernails and palms. Then I replaced my mouth with my hand and pulled upward on his cock to bring his sack toward my mouth. My tongue bathed his testicles before I sucked each one into my mouth and drew patterns on it with the tip of my tongue.

He had me lie down beside him with my head near his feet and spread my legs wide for him. Then he eased the second-biggest dildo we own into my wetness. He spent nearly half an hour pleasuring me with that toy, making me cum for him over and over again. He’d tuck the base up under me and diddle my clit while I lifted and lowered my hips, rubbing its head over my G-spot. I orgasmed so hard I’d push it right out. When I did, he’d just push it right back in and began again.

Finally, mid-afternoon, he was feeling peckish. He asked if I wanted anything while he was downstairs then left me to my own devices while he fixed me a cup of tea and himself a snack.

While he was away, I sat up on the dildo and rode it to several more orgasms. The low winter sun from the uncovered windows penetrated my closed eyelids. I had my back to the door so that his first sight upon entering would be from his favorite vantage point, my ass rising and falling on that Vixen Mustang. That would get him excited in a hurry, I was sure. And, boy, was I right!

He hurried to pee while he still could, then came to the edge of the bed. I lay supine and took his rapidly hardening cock back into my mouth. Soon, he had grown enough that the head pushed past the swallowing muscle at the back of my mouth and into my throat. Every stroke made me gag and squirt at the same time, and if I hadn’t been holding the dildo in with my hand, I’m sure I would have lost it across the bed somewhere! It felt so good to squeeze around it while my husband deep-throated me.

When he finally opened his eyes, I was smiling up at him. He smiled back but made no move to withdraw until his hardness wholly dissipated. When he did, he watched a large glop of his cum slide out of me and down my ass. "How many times did you cum for me today, Felicia?"

I tried to remember. I may have missed a few, but I gave him my best answer. “Forty-six G-spot orgasms and… oh, wait! There was one clit cum too, at the end. So, forty-seven!”

He chuckled, leaning down to kiss me deeply. "You're a wild one, Felicia. A truly wild one."

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