I woke up Saturday morning with a hard cock pressed up against my bare ass. I must have felt it subconsciously, because my pussy was dripping wet. I pushed back into the straining cock as an invite to enter me, to fuck me. My husband had been waiting for this and he reached down to his cock pushing it down to the entrance of my pussy and with little resistance the tip of his cock penetrated me. I gasped as the large head invaded my pussy, and the feeling of my husbands lips on the back of my neck gently nibbling sent chills down my spine.
He worked himself deep inside me as I shifted, and positioned myself for better access to my wanton cunt. He was fucking me hard and fast and I could tell he needed a release. It wasn't long until a primal grunt came from his mouth as he shot his cum deep inside me. He snuggled for few minutes as his deflated cock slipped out of me with a stream of cum.
As he got out of bed I couldn't help but admire his body. Scott was 31 and in fantastic shape. We had been married for about 3 years and life was great. Scott got in the shower as I laid in bed, thinking of what had just happened. Sex had always been good but lately it seemed to be all about him, my own orgasms were increasingly few.
At 28 I was proud of my body that still was as firm as the day I graduated college and was on the track team. I traced my fingers around my nipple feeling the nipple ring I had recently got. My other hand slipped down to my trimmed pussy, and I gently rubbed my clit. Scott's cum had run out of me and I could feel it running down the crack of my ass. My pace increased as I could feel myself getting closer to an orgasm, and then I heard the shower stop and my mind snapped back to reality. Letting out a sigh I got out of bed to get a cup of coffee.
To say the least I was extremely sexually frustrated, but as the morning wore on we busied ourselves work around our yard and it took my mind off sex...for a while. Around noon we had lunch and mixed up a pitcher of margaritas. I took a quick shower and put on my bikini and laid out on the lounge chair getting some sun while Scott finished up around the yard. The cocktails tasted good, and before long I had a nice buzz going on.
Scott's phone rang, and after a brief conversation he hung up and asked if I was interested in going to a party at a friends house. If I had been honest I would have said hell no...I want to finish this pitcher of margaritas and then fuck the shit out out of you, but I could see the pleading in Scott's face so I said sure...let me go change. Scott got a big grin on his face and said no need, it is a hot tub party.