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I'm sprawled out on our bed, sheets cool against my back, as I lie there luxuriously staring at the ceiling.
I'm semi naked, topless, my tits out, nipples perking up in the air just wearing these black stockings on with a suspender belt, the kind that make my legs look killer, and it feels soooo good, you know?
How did I get here?
Eighteen months back, Peter, my husband, came to me, all nervous and fidgety, asking for this female empowered relationship thing he'd dug up online. That's how he put it but I suspect it was something he was thinking about for quite some time.
I wasn't sold at first, thought it sounded like some kinky bullshit, but I said okay, I'd look into it.
And look into it I did. Took me a while to read up on it, understand what it was, and what it might benefit to both of us. So I tried it.
Now? Holy hell, I'm hooked. He gave me the wheel, and I've turned our life into something I fucking love, every day a little more mine, like I'm the queen of this castle.
Right now, Peter's between my legs, kneeling there like a good boy, his face hovering over my pussy.
Waiting.
We've been at this FLR gig for a while now, and the house now just hums to my tune. I've removed a few of his less than attractive habits,... he has settled well into my command.
Recently, I've been training him, molding him into my perfect little oral slave. This is, what, lesson six or seven? I've lost count. Point is, he's getting there, learning how to lick me just right, and tonight's all about building me up slow, turning me on until I lose it.
He's done well so far, but I want the ultimate cunnilingus expert at my beck and call.
I relax, have a few deep and slow breaths, and then slowly spread my legs wider, already wet just thinking about what will come, and give him the go-ahead.
"Start slow," I tell him, my voice low, a little husky because I'm already anticipating.
He leans in, breath hot on me, and his tongue hits my folds, softly, carefully, like I taught him.
I let out a sigh, head sinking into the pillow, and it's good, real good. "Yeah, like that," I mutter, my hands wandering up to my tits, fingers brushing my nipples.
They're hard already, and I tease them while he works, the wet sounds of his licking filling up the room. It's dirty, sexy, and I'm melting into it, my stockings catching the light as I wiggle my legs a bit.
"Good boy" I murmur to encourage him, let him know he's following my teachings.
He's solid gold for maybe ten minutes, tongue gliding over me, slow and steady like I've taught him. keeping that rhythm I love. I'm moaning soft, hips rocking just enough to feel the pleasure build
......and then he screws up.
Goes too hard on my clit, pressing like he's trying to mash it flat, way too soon. He'd tried to make himself more comfortable, and misjudged it, jolting me right out of the groove I was settling into and expecting.
I growl, pissed, and grab a handful of his hair, pulling his head up sharp, surprising him somewhat. "What the fuck, Peter? Never do that again," I snap, staring him down.
"I've told you before, when you're down on my pussy, it's your sole focus, that was way too much pressure, too soon, now get your act together"
He's got these wide eyes, like a kid caught sneaking candy, and I hold him there a sec before shoving his face back down. "Now, keep going, and don't kill the vibe you're building"
He dives back in, almost immediately, softer now, tongue circling my clit like he's sorry. I settle back, letting the pleasure creep up again, moans slipping out louder. "That's it," I gasp, pinching my nipples harder as he licks.
I relax into the oral pleasure again, starting to once again get lost in my own world. My breathing is starting to get more pronounced, more in tune with the moment. I writhe lightly on the bed, slowly getting more lost in the bliss as my husband's tongue lightly circles my clit, occasionally brushing it, so gently teasing me.
I decide some words of encouragement are in order. I part my legs a little further, and push his head into my pussy a little harder so he knows a little firmer is OK. "That's good baby, you're doing so well, keep going like that" I murmur. This turned out to be a small mistake.
The words were barely out of my mouth when he lifted his head off my pussy, just momentarily to say "Yes ma'am, I will" before re-engaging his tongue.
I don't want to break the moment, that seems even worse but he needs to know his mistake here. I push his head firmly into pussy and unleash the news " NEVER, EVER take your tongue away from my clit when you're pleasuring me, UNLESS I ask you to, you're to OBEY only. We will talk later, but don't EVER stop".
Message received I think.
The inside of his head is probably a mess right now but his tongue was still working its magic.
He settles back into that perfect rhythm again, soft and teasing, swirling around my clit with just the right pressure. My hips buck slightly, chasing the heat building deep in my core.
The wet, sloppy sounds of his licking mix with my moans, louder now, raw and unrestrained. My fingers dig into my tits, twisting my nipples hard, sending jolts of pleasure straight to my pussy.
I'm soaking down there, dripping onto the sheets, and he's lapping it up like it's his fucking job. Which it is. My legs tremble in their stockings, thighs clamping around his head as I grind against his face.
"Fuck, yes, like that," I gasp, voice breaking. The orgasm's coiling tight, a hot, pulsing knot ready to explode. I'm losing it, control slipping, my body shaking as I chant, "Yes, yes, YES!"
