Referee's Blind Spot: A Rugby Rhapsody

I was finishing up brushing my teeth at the marble basin of our ensuite, debating with my darling hubby through the wall. “You cannot tell me that wasn’t a forward!” I exclaimed. “Babe, it wasn’t! The ref called it, and they got the try—they even consulted the bunker!” – (That’s NRL code for video referee.) I spat out my toothpaste; “Well the ref needs to check his eyesight. Funny how the refs have the logo of one of Australia’s leading optometrists on their jersey as their sponsor… the irony!” My husband and I had had a good night watching the State of Origin with a few friends over. (And if you haven’t read the previous story about how that went down, click here.) I walked out of the bathroom to find my man lying across our queen-sized bed, his feet just hanging over the edge and his head angled towards me. “You’re just cranky that the Blues lost,” he said smirking. I screwed up my nose. “Yeah, I’m cranky if it’s not a fair game.” My team had lost two of the three games, which meant I would have to hear my husband gloating for the next 12 months about how the Maroons are undefeatable… starting tonight. “Well babe I know the game was good and all, but…” He paused and grinned. “Our… uh… little bathroom session was nice too.” His smile turned from a grin to a wide smile. “We could have been caught!” I snapped. He laid his hands behind his head, making his biceps bulge. I could feel my bare pussy become tingly at the sight. I was wearing an oversized shirt but stark naked underneath, unbeknownst to my husband. “Yeah, but what are our friends gonna do, huh? Scold us? Kick us out of our own house?” I giggled and rolled my eyes as I turned the ensuite light off. I made my way over to him and kneeled on the bed near his head. “I know, babe. I just wasn’t expecting it, is all.” As I said that, I could still feel the slight bruising on my pelvis where I had been pressed up against the basin. I can still feel it today as if I were in the moment and he was thrusting in me all over again. “It certainly wasn’t what I had in mind when I came home tonight.” I ran my fingers through his soft hair, which he had just taken out of its man bun. His eyebrow raised, “And what exactly did you have in mind, hmm?” My eyes panned down to his briefs, which now had quite a bulge in them. I then went back to staring at him, his big brown eyes staring back, his prominent jawline after a clean shave, his full, slightly pursed lips… And then the thought of how much I wanted those lips on mine suddenly came upon me. Pushing my hair behind my ear, I leaned down and kissed him. I felt him inhale sharply as our lips met, along with his hand that had been brought up the back of my head and interwoven with my hair. His tongue glided over the insides of my lips, the breath from his nostrils tickling against my chin. I thought kissing him upside down would be a bit harder, but it wasn’t. Think of the scene where Mary-Jane kisses Spiderman upside down in the rain after he saves her life; kinda like that, minus the rain, and the fact he’s not hanging from a strand of web but lying down, and that he’s not a superhero—though he likes putting on his Batman voice… but you get the picture. My coochie was getting damp, and my nipples began to pop out under my shirt, which was rubbing against them so softly. I moved my lips from his and down his chin to his neck. Mmmm. His cologne still lingered on him. He turned his head a bit as I kept going, probably thinking he was gonna suck on one of my titties… but I had different plans. Crawling over his torso, I rested a leg on each side of his head, reached for his briefs, and pushed them down his thighs; his hard dick sprang out quickly. I wanted to tease him, make him squirm, so I began kissing it, letting my tongue glide up and down. “Aw, babe…” I heard him mumble under his breath. Instantly, his hands grabbed my ass and pulled them down onto his face. His warm breath against my inner thigh turned into a wet kiss on my pussy. Sensational! I sucked the tip of his cock and felt his body tensing. Now his tongue was on my clit. I inhaled sharply and let out a moan as my lips left his member momentarily. My husband knows how to work his tongue, but I wasn’t going to be deterred. Now I took him whole into my mouth, feeling the tip in my throat and tasting his musty flavor on my tongue. I moaned again, wanting him to feel the vibration from my throat on his pulsating dick. His hands were squeezing my ass, and I could feel him eating me out, breathing heavily and making that sloppy wet sound with his lips. I was soaked at this point, and I could feel my orgasm already beginning to build. I sucked harder, bobbing my head up and down his shaft, hoping he would slow down on my pussy, but he didn’t. If anything, it made him go harder and his tongue went faster on my clitoris. There was no way I wanted to get off before him. “Baby, stop!” I exclaimed as I took my lips off his member. “What’s wrong? Did I hurt you?” he asked, panting, his hands still on my thighs above him. I caught my breath quickly. “I can’t concentrate! It feels so good.” I lifted my leg up and over his head to one side of him. He tilted his head up and looked at me confused. Before he could ask anything more, I put his dick back into my mouth, sucking on it hard. He sat up immediately. “Babe no! Come back here.” His hand rested on the back of my neck. I gave him a wicked glare as I sucked harder, and then I stopped for a moment. “Nuh-uh! I want to get you off first!” I felt his hand move from my neck to my scalp and give a tight tug on my hair. I looked up at him. His serious stare sent shock waves through my body. And with the same husky voice he used on me earlier, he gritted his teeth. His jaw clenched, lips pouted slightly. “Get back here and sit on my face till you fucking cum!” As much as I wanted to call the shots tonight, nothing is sexier than when my man takes charge in bed. I didn’t hesitate. I crawled back up over his torso and rested both knees on either side of his head, my thighs encapsulating it. I had faced the other way this time, being able to see him underneath me if I peeped over my large breasts, which were in the way. “Baby, I’ll crush you. You’re not gonna be able to bre-” “I DON’T CARE! JUST SIT ON MY FACE AND LET ME EAT YOU!” I exclaimed. I could feel my orgasm building, and a wicked smile spread across my face. I let out a small giggle as I slowly slid down his chest and nestled my backside directly on his face. He let out a groan as he struggled to move, but I held firm, digging my heels into his chest. I grabbed his member and pulled it out from his body, holding it firmly in my grip. His body trembled as he realized exactly where he was going. I began to suck on his cock, letting my tongue glide up and down, teasing him mercilessly. He moaned louder, his muscles tensing as he tried to break free from my embrace. I continued sucking, deeper and deeper, pushing him closer to the edge. My body was shaking with pleasure, and my eyes were closed as I lost myself in the moment. I felt his weight shift as he began to push back, trying to get a better grip on me. But I held firm, determined to reach the peak of pleasure. His grip loosened, and he let out a final, desperate groan as my orgasm finally exploded. I let out a long, satisfying moan, clinging to him tightly. I knew that this was going to be a night to remember. It was time to change my clothes, now. I slowly rose from his chest, taking care to maintain my position, and then slipped out of bed, leaving him there, breathless and exhausted. I walked over to the ensuite and quickly changed into a silky robe, feeling the smooth fabric against my skin. As I turned to leave, I caught a glimpse of my husband, still lying on the bed, his body trembling slightly. I couldn't help but smile, knowing that I had successfully conquered him. Then, as I stepped out of the bathroom, I noticed a message on my phone. It was from my husband: "Let's do it again."

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