Obviously since we're locked up, with the possibility of leaving for the minimum indispensable, the hours are fading away. We wake up late, go to bed late, especially because we take advantage when Ro sleeps to grab anywhere in the house, wherever it surprises us with heat.
The other day would already be past midnight, when we finished watching Money Heist. I'm going to the kitchen to prepare a snack, something to nibble on, since we had dinner before Mr. Ro went to sleep. I'm arranging everything on a tray, so I can take it to the living room, where my husband surprises me by cornering me from behind. The first thing I feel, apart from the warmth of his body and the excitement of his breath, is the hardness that rises down there.
I don't know if he got excited with Tokyo or Inspector Sierra, his favorite character, he kept reminding me several times, but he was carrying an erection that made me stop what I was doing and focus all my senses on that exquisite tumescence.
I was preparing something to eat - I say between choked sobs.
-We can eat later...- he says, kissing my neck.
After what...? I ask, rubbing myself against his body, to feel it even more sharply still.
He whispers 'take it' in my ear, biting my earlobe.
-Are you going to screw me? - it wasn't a question, I just wanted to hear myself say it.
I'm going to screw you a lot, a lot...
How after watching the series we were going to sleep, I had on a nightgown, well, actually a kind of baby doll, while he was wearing a T-shirt and briefs.
I led my hand back and touched his package. Oh please!!! Was that my husband? Or had I replaced him with a stud with uncontrollable testosterone?
I turn around and yes, it's my husband, who looks at me hot and in love. We kiss in that way that reveals our bond. It's not a trap, it's not a 'touch and go', it's a love that has already been married for 14 years.
-Do you remember when we were dating? You liked it when I blew you?
-I loved it, why did you stop doing it?-
-You didn't ask for it anymore-
-Because I thought you didn't like...-
We stayed looking as if we had just realized a misunderstanding of several years.
-And if I ask you now? - she asks.
On my knees on the floor in response, I start kissing the package through the torn fabric of the slip as it shudders with every touch from me.
With a pair of fingers under the elastic, I pull down his briefs with a tug, causing the cock to jump and shake as if propelled by an invisible spring.
-Mmmhhh... my love...!- I exclaim while grabbing it and refreshing it in its entirety.
I give her a kiss on the tip, another on the sides, and one more on the balls, acting like I don't know where to start. Although I'm dying to eat her, I have to make myself a neophyte, the one who's not used to devouring a piece like that one.
The truth is that I eat much bigger pipes for breakfast, lunch and dinner, and I eat them whole, but that's something only I know, they know it too, but my husband doesn't, so at first I act clumsily, as if I couldn't find a way to put it in my mouth.
When I finally get to eat a good chunk, I make myself choke, let it go and simulate an orgasm.
-Sorry, it's been a while since I...- say, wiping away tears from my eyes.
Yes, tears even came out of my eyes, haha...
Understanding, my husband strokes my cheek with the back of his hand and tells me there's no problem, that if I can't, it'll be another day.
But I want to suck it... - I insist
I'm returning back to it and this time I'll manage to get her in my mouth with fluidity. My husband's cock is really excited, so I forget about any acting and start sucking him off eagerly.
-Yes... you remembered already...!- my husband exclaims between sighs.
If you knew... I think.
I hold it firm with one hand, sliding my lips along its entire length, feeling the flesh inflate and the veins pulsate.
It's like I'd want to dedicate a deep throat to him, but I don't want it to end yet. We have the whole night for us and I'm not going to settle for a miserable blow.
I get up, leaving her completely turned on, and ripping off my underwear, I feel myself on the kitchen island.
You pay back with favors... I say, spreading my legs open.
I'm so hot, so excited, that the smell of pussy expands throughout the entire atmosphere.
My husband falls on the floor and I orally please him, giving him a blow job that puts me in an even more desperate state still. Now it's he who leaves me all drooling.
He stands up and when he's about to put it on me, I brake suddenly.
Still not, make her desire it a little...- I grab her and refresh her up and down -Like this... rub it all over my pussy
Of course he does it, even kicks my clitoris, which makes me roar with pleasure.
-Now... now...!- I scream, and as soon as she puts it in, I'm done, I faint between her arms.
When it starts moving, pleasure is reinitiated, intensified, placing me at the doors of a new orgasm after several penetrations.
The second one hits me much more intensely, energetic and even brutal. It's almost a miracle that my husband stays so hard after pumping me for a good while, but there he is, flaunting his virility with capital letters.
That's my husband, damn it! If we don't finish this quarantine making a little brother for Ro, we'll be in trouble.
Come on me hard... I beg, choking myself with my own pleasure-filled moans.
She pulls it out and runs back for it, and I'm telling you honestly that seeing him there with his cock well up, fat, numb, almost made me have a third orgasm.
I jump off, give him a terrible blow job, and turning around, I lean against the table, shaking my booty back. My husband sticks to my back, and with one hand he inserts his cock between my buttocks, while with the other he grabs a breast and squeezes it.
My body shudders when I feel it advancing so hard and implacable. I close my eyes and could be any of my lovers, holding me in a city hotel. But no, it's my husband and we're at home, loving each other, enjoying ourselves, reborn after a couple of crises that threatened to dissolve our relationship.
We come together, amidst moans, gasps and even roars. Our fluids mix inside me, fusing until it becomes indistinguishable from one another.
The pleasure of sexual intercourse with a spouse, isn't so bad after all...
The other day would already be past midnight, when we finished watching Money Heist. I'm going to the kitchen to prepare a snack, something to nibble on, since we had dinner before Mr. Ro went to sleep. I'm arranging everything on a tray, so I can take it to the living room, where my husband surprises me by cornering me from behind. The first thing I feel, apart from the warmth of his body and the excitement of his breath, is the hardness that rises down there.
I don't know if he got excited with Tokyo or Inspector Sierra, his favorite character, he kept reminding me several times, but he was carrying an erection that made me stop what I was doing and focus all my senses on that exquisite tumescence.
I was preparing something to eat - I say between choked sobs.
-We can eat later...- he says, kissing my neck.
After what...? I ask, rubbing myself against his body, to feel it even more sharply still.
He whispers 'take it' in my ear, biting my earlobe.
-Are you going to screw me? - it wasn't a question, I just wanted to hear myself say it.
I'm going to screw you a lot, a lot...
How after watching the series we were going to sleep, I had on a nightgown, well, actually a kind of baby doll, while he was wearing a T-shirt and briefs.
I led my hand back and touched his package. Oh please!!! Was that my husband? Or had I replaced him with a stud with uncontrollable testosterone?
I turn around and yes, it's my husband, who looks at me hot and in love. We kiss in that way that reveals our bond. It's not a trap, it's not a 'touch and go', it's a love that has already been married for 14 years.
-Do you remember when we were dating? You liked it when I blew you?
-I loved it, why did you stop doing it?-
-You didn't ask for it anymore-
-Because I thought you didn't like...-
We stayed looking as if we had just realized a misunderstanding of several years.
-And if I ask you now? - she asks.
On my knees on the floor in response, I start kissing the package through the torn fabric of the slip as it shudders with every touch from me.
With a pair of fingers under the elastic, I pull down his briefs with a tug, causing the cock to jump and shake as if propelled by an invisible spring.
-Mmmhhh... my love...!- I exclaim while grabbing it and refreshing it in its entirety.
I give her a kiss on the tip, another on the sides, and one more on the balls, acting like I don't know where to start. Although I'm dying to eat her, I have to make myself a neophyte, the one who's not used to devouring a piece like that one.
The truth is that I eat much bigger pipes for breakfast, lunch and dinner, and I eat them whole, but that's something only I know, they know it too, but my husband doesn't, so at first I act clumsily, as if I couldn't find a way to put it in my mouth.
When I finally get to eat a good chunk, I make myself choke, let it go and simulate an orgasm.
-Sorry, it's been a while since I...- say, wiping away tears from my eyes.
Yes, tears even came out of my eyes, haha...
Understanding, my husband strokes my cheek with the back of his hand and tells me there's no problem, that if I can't, it'll be another day.
But I want to suck it... - I insist
I'm returning back to it and this time I'll manage to get her in my mouth with fluidity. My husband's cock is really excited, so I forget about any acting and start sucking him off eagerly.
-Yes... you remembered already...!- my husband exclaims between sighs.
If you knew... I think.
I hold it firm with one hand, sliding my lips along its entire length, feeling the flesh inflate and the veins pulsate.
It's like I'd want to dedicate a deep throat to him, but I don't want it to end yet. We have the whole night for us and I'm not going to settle for a miserable blow.
I get up, leaving her completely turned on, and ripping off my underwear, I feel myself on the kitchen island.
You pay back with favors... I say, spreading my legs open.
I'm so hot, so excited, that the smell of pussy expands throughout the entire atmosphere.
My husband falls on the floor and I orally please him, giving him a blow job that puts me in an even more desperate state still. Now it's he who leaves me all drooling.
He stands up and when he's about to put it on me, I brake suddenly.
Still not, make her desire it a little...- I grab her and refresh her up and down -Like this... rub it all over my pussy
Of course he does it, even kicks my clitoris, which makes me roar with pleasure.
-Now... now...!- I scream, and as soon as she puts it in, I'm done, I faint between her arms.
When it starts moving, pleasure is reinitiated, intensified, placing me at the doors of a new orgasm after several penetrations.
The second one hits me much more intensely, energetic and even brutal. It's almost a miracle that my husband stays so hard after pumping me for a good while, but there he is, flaunting his virility with capital letters.
That's my husband, damn it! If we don't finish this quarantine making a little brother for Ro, we'll be in trouble.
Come on me hard... I beg, choking myself with my own pleasure-filled moans.
She pulls it out and runs back for it, and I'm telling you honestly that seeing him there with his cock well up, fat, numb, almost made me have a third orgasm.
I jump off, give him a terrible blow job, and turning around, I lean against the table, shaking my booty back. My husband sticks to my back, and with one hand he inserts his cock between my buttocks, while with the other he grabs a breast and squeezes it.
My body shudders when I feel it advancing so hard and implacable. I close my eyes and could be any of my lovers, holding me in a city hotel. But no, it's my husband and we're at home, loving each other, enjoying ourselves, reborn after a couple of crises that threatened to dissolve our relationship.
We come together, amidst moans, gasps and even roars. Our fluids mix inside me, fusing until it becomes indistinguishable from one another.
The pleasure of sexual intercourse with a spouse, isn't so bad after all...
25 comentários - From quarantine and marital sex...
besos Misko
Besotes hermosa.
Y como broche de oro, una buena sesión de cuernos y un embarazo de otro 😉, me encanta como relatas la trampa y el engaño.
Yo pensaba lo mismo, pero la estoy pasando bárbaro, con las reservas del caso, lógico.
Recuerdo que en un relato mencionaste a un chico que iba a repartir productos al kiosko donde trabajaste