Stilettos & Sinful Secrets

13 hours ago

Hi there Marriage Heat readers, my name is June. I have only shared one story, while my husband, Brad, has shared quite a few. I thought this story about a recent sexual encounter between Brad and me might be nice to share, it is a little different and an interesting “first” for us. I hope you gain some enjoyment and encouragement from it.

Brad loves to make love to me with me wearing high heels. I’m not sure why they turn him on so much, but I wear stilettos for him half the times we have sex. I have grown to love it as much as he does, besides they do make me a little taller and certainly accentuate my legs. I was a little surprised and intrigued when Brad mentioned he found some new shoes for me. I assumed he ordered something online but he actually found them in a store and apparently couldn’t resist. He hadn’t been shopping to buy me anything, but when he found these particular shoes he “couldn’t stop thinking about me and fucking me in them.”

The kids were asleep in bed, I had just had a shower and was looking forward to seeing what lingerie Brad had put out for me. I felt especially sexy having had my fifi waxed a couple of days before. I was anticipating Brad wouldn’t be able to resist going down on me to give my lovebud a good tongue lashing. To my surprise, it turned out that Brad hadn’t just bought me some new shoes, but actually bought me a pair of jet black 6-inch-tall, leather “fuck me” boots with a red sole. He matched the shoes with some of the sluttiest lingerie I have, a black one piece strappy number that barely covers anything and leaves nothing to the imagination. I smiled and noticed myself getting warm and a little wet just thinking about what might be about to transpire.

Putting the boots on and admiring my figure in the mirror, I didn’t know whether to use the way I was dressed to be powerful or submissive as it could have easily worked both ways. The strappy teddy I was wearing had a collar from which halter straps extended downward. One strap around each side of my breast, one down the middle of my cleavage and one slightly triangular piece over each of my areolas. From here the straps crossed my tummy until they combined to complete the G-string, which hugged my pussy so tightly, once again with the smallest triangular piece you can imagine. I decided to be neither powerful or submissive and instead took on the role of confident “pleaser.” Whatever he wanted, I would give him confidently and willingly, starting with a bit of a show.

I walked out into the lounge room where Brad was waiting in some black boxers (already hard as a rock). He expressed his appreciation for the trouble I had gone to getting “ready” for him.

“June, you look so hot in that!” I walked slowly around the lounge room making sure he got a good view of every angle, bending over occasionally, brushing past him, smiling playfully, biting my lip, caressing my own body, and revving him up even more.

“Unbelievable babe, you do that slutty look so well, my hot little fuck doll!”

“I know,” I replied confidently. “All that attention you give me makes me feel so sexy and horny, your fuck doll can’t wait to be taken by you tonight.”

I sat on a chair we’d just purchased sitting in the corner of the lounge room, quickly got comfortable and parted my legs. Brad got his phone out to take a few pictures as he was going to be travelling for work the next week. The thought of him jacking off over these pictures of me got me even more excited. I couldn’t resist touching and squeezing my pussy through my thin-black-vinyl lingerie. I allowed myself to become lost in the moment. Brad continued to click away and encourage me. The sweet smell of my sex starting to fill the room. I assertively asked Brad to get his cock out and start stroking it. He quickly obliged, removing his boxers, giving me a full view of his flesh. I expressed my appreciation, while simultaneously moving that small piece of vinyl to one side, revealing my wetness, and still jilling off shamelessly. We observed each other, drinking in the view for about five minutes.

“Look at you putting on that sexy show for me. I want to come over there and ravage you, but I also don’t want the show to end.”

I smiled seductively in approval.

“I’m about to come honey, do you want me to come all over my fingers?” I said.

Lost in a sex-filled haze about one minute away from bringing myself to a delicious orgasm, I could hardly believe the offer Brad made to me next, all the while stroking his manhood for me.

“If you want to come now baby you go for it, and then I’ll come over there and fill that hot little pussy up with this hard cock. Or if you want to slow down a little, keep the show going a little longer, we’ll fuck and after I cum inside you I’ll go down on you and then make you come.”

I had thought about asking Brad whether he would be willing to do this for a couple of years now but never had. I don’t know why? I guess I just felt a little embarrassed asking and sex was good anyway. I wasn’t about to let this opportunity slip through my fingers. Brad regularly goes down on me, but he had never done it after filling me up with his seed.

“Well, you know what your bad girl wants don’t you! I’ll happily slow it down for you to have you come fuck me and then taste my juices mixed with your precious cum,” I said.

I’m not sure if Brad had been thinking about this for a while, too, but the anticipation of what was about to transpire took our sexual desire for each other to the next level. We locked eyes longing for each other’s touch after an extended time of touching ourselves. I must have looked like a cock-hungry whore touching myself in those boots so scantily clad. I was so thankful to have a man like Brad who made sure I was receiving as much pleasure as he was.

After a couple, more minutes Brad got up, walked intently towards me, still with his eyes looking deep into mine, and placed one hand on my thigh and the other on one side of my neck guiding my jaw into a deep lust-filled kiss. His lips and his touch sent small waves of euphoria tingling through my body. I was desperate for him to take me and give me a good “naughty girl” fucking.

My hand reached out and found his cock. I started to squeeze it with my pussy, instantly eliciting a response from my man. He pulled me up towards himself, turned me around and bent me over the chair like a sex doll, one leg straight, the other propped up on the arm of the chair, ready to be reamed by his hardness from behind.

My tight pussy was so wet it welcomed his cock effortlessly, stretching over his warm shaft, engulfing every inch.

“Thanks for the naughty little show June, now it’s time for you to get that cock you’ve worked so hard for,” Brad said.

“Mmmm, it feels so good having you inside me,” I said.

“You’ve driven me wild, you know babe, I’m going to fuck your hot pussy until I cum. I’m sorry if it gets a bit uncomfortable, but if you’re going to behave like a bad girl I’m sure you understand by now that you’ll be fucked like one, too.”

“Of course, you stud, I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

Nothing felt uncomfortable, everything felt heavenly. One of Brad’s hands firmly on my hip, his abs slapping my ass, his other hand sometimes on my shoulder, sometimes gently pulling my head back by my long hair or groping my titties, which were now hanging free of the lingerie, having had the thin triangle pieces moved to one side. Brad pounded me with his cock as he willed. I was totally helpless and surrendered to his thrusts, my arousal now growing from within.

Both our bodies were warm and I could now feel a micro layer of moisture on Brad’s skin and on mine. I squeezed his cock with my pussy, instantly eliciting a response from my man. He continued to pound me with his cock as he willed. I was totally helpless and surrendered to his thrusts, my arousal now growing from within.

“Oooh yeahhh June, ooooh yeah. Here I come!”

Brad forcefully thrust and then pulling me tightly into him as he squirted ropes of his sex deep inside me. I could feel his cock pulsing with relief inside me. He playfully gyrated, staying inside me for another 30 seconds or so, just to make sure there was no drops left.

I took the chance to catch my breath a little. Brad took the chance to rain sexual praises on me, which of course is always welcome.

“I love you June, I’m so lucky to have such a hot wifey to fuck, especially in those slutty boots. You are a goddess I love to fuck babe. Everything about you is perfect for me inside and out. I swear when God made you he really knew how to make the perfect woman for me.”

Brad then kissed me on the back of the neck, squeezed me in his embrace once more before pulling out, and firmly sitting me back down, Then Brad pushed my legs back and started going to town on my aroused mound, literally drinking a mixture of his cum and sex as it made its way out of my sodden sex slot.

I had no idea it would feel as good as it did. It was a new sensation and it felt so dirty in such a sexy yummy way. I felt incredibly powerful and in a small way “worshipped” as my man lowered himself between my thighs, swallowing his own cum for my sexual pleasure. He had just fucked me like a whore, but now I was his sex queen being served diligently and dutifully by a man I desired and whom desired me.

Everything in the vicinity of my clit was warm and lubricated and I was on the edge of a major orgasm. I squeezed my breasts and allowed myself to totally relax in the moment as I was being transported to a sexual paradise. Our foreplay had been so brazen, our intercourse so passionate and rough, and now my husband’s cunnilingus was turning into a major crescendo. I assertively asked Brad whether he would be willing to do this for a couple of years now but never had. I don’t know why? I guess I just felt a little embarrassed asking and sex was good anyway. I wasn’t about to let this opportunity slip through my fingers. Brad regularly goes down on me, but he had never done it after filling me up with his seed.