Stairway Secrets

After taking my shower, I slipped into my short nightshirt and announced to my husband I was going upstairs to bed. Normally, I’d hear, “I’ll be up in a minute, hon.” But he didn't respond, so I figured he just didn’t hear me or was too engrossed in the game he was watching on the TV. I did a few things in the kitchen, changed out the laundry, and started to head upstairs.

As my foot reached for the second riser, I felt a hand cup my ass. I hesitated, a playful smirk tugging at my lips, and commented without looking back, “Oh, I guess I caught your attention!” I took another step, my bottom leaving his hand, and he responded with a low chuckle, “Babe, you always catch my attention,” before cupping my rear again, this time giving a little finger swipe between my legs. Pausing once more, I stuck out my rear toward him and gave it a little wiggle, prompting him to tease, “Shake that thing, and I just might have to bite it.”

I looked over my shoulder, a genuine giggle escaping my lips. “Don’t make any promises.” He grabbed my rear again, and this time his finger slid into my already wet pussy then swiped up my crack. I completely stopped, a shiver running through me, and said, “I won’t play hard to get. I will let you have some doggy-style right here.”

I climbed another step, and apparently, he followed because as soon as I stopped, he grabbed a hold of my hips. He whispered, “Doggy-style, huh? Bend it over, babe!” Oh, my gosh! I bent over, a little breathless, not realizing how hard his cock was already. He slid his wonderful, swollen cock into my pussy and drove it so deep I gasped. Falling forward, I instinctively grabbed onto the steps as best I could, clinging to them for support.

With one hand on my hip and the other on my neck, my husband hammered back and forth, a primal rhythm taking over our movements. With each stroke, he uttered a word, a declaration of his desire, “I – have -always – wanted – to – fuck – you – right – like – this!” On his last thrust, he held it in me so deep and fit so wonderfully in my wet hole that I could feel his cock hitting my A-spot. It was an intense, electrifying sensation.

I could only gasp and mutter, “Oh, yes! It feels amazing,” as he started to wiggle his hips while pushing my head down toward the step. I tried to brace myself as he ground himself into me, his movements becoming more frantic, more insistent. The heat was becoming unbearable, and I could feel my body responding to his relentless assault. Sweat beaded on my forehead as he continued his furious rhythm, each thrust sending shivers down my spine.

He stopped, panting heavily, and demanded that I turn around and sit on the step. When I had done as he told me, he shoved his cock, dripping with both my juices and his pre-cum, in my face, commanding me to open my mouth. He sent his rock-hard member to the back of my throat, almost gagging me, and told me to suck him hard. I began to suck his dick like it was my favorite piece of candy, and he could only groan and grunt in pleasure. “Oh, yes,” he said, his voice thick with desire, “Yeah, just like that.”

I looked up and could see the pleasure on his face, a raw, uninhibited expression of pure lust. He squeezed his eyes shut, and his mouth opened in a silent groan, a testament to the overwhelming sensations he was experiencing. It turned me on so much that I started playing with my pussy, spreading my legs wide open so I had complete access, eager to explore the depths of his pleasure.

Opening his eyes, I found myself enjoying myself immensely, a wave of heat washing over me as I continued to tease him. He encouraged me with a growl, “Yes, baby, finger that wet pussy. Cum for me.” I kept circling my clit as fast as I could, and about the time I was ready to cum, he took his cock in his hand and started jacking off, a slow, deliberate movement that heightened the anticipation.

Watching his hand flying up and down his shaft, I squealed, “I’m gonna cum… I. am. CUMMING!! Oh, yes! Oh my gawd, yes! Oh… yes…” My mouth flew open, panting in the throes of my orgasm. The waves of pleasure crashed over me, leaving me weak and spent.

Just then, my husband hit his climax, and a hot stream of his cum shot into my mouth. It hit the back of my throat and took me by surprise, but I swallowed then stuck my tongue out for more. So he brought his cock closer so that I could lick off what remained. He then bent down and licked my juices, then looked up at me with a smile. “Mmmm,” he murmured, “tastes like candy.” He licked his lips as he rose to kiss me, giving me a most wonderful taste of our mixed juices. I smiled, savoring the moment.

My husband helped me up, patted my behind once more, and told me, “I will be up in a few.” I laughed and said with a wink, “I think you already were.” The lingering scent of our combined sweat and desire filled the air, a testament to the intense encounter we had just shared. The stairs felt sticky beneath my feet, a physical reminder of the passionate exchange we had just experienced. As I looked up at him, a mischievous glint in my eyes, I knew this was just the beginning of our next adventure.

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