Chapter Fifty Nine

Trinity

After my husband’s little performance for the strangers at the restaurant, I was so turned on that I needed him. We practically sprinted from the restaurant to the car, the drive home filled with a palpable sexual tension.

We rushed through the dark house, everyone else asleep, and into our bedroom. I quickly gathered the toys I knew he loved and some lube, setting them up on my side of our large four-poster bed.

When I turned around, he was lying on his back, his mouth at the perfect level for me. My body pulsed with anticipation and I let out a shaky breath before straddling his face.

He teased my slit with his tongue, once, twice, three times, before he began to lap at me with broad, confident strokes. I let out another shaky breath, my muscles clenching and unclenching in time with his movements.

He pushed me back slightly and asked,

“Have you been a bad girl, momma?”

Caught off guard, I blurted out,

“No, daddy.”

Instantly, I regretted my answer. My cheeks heated up and I felt a deep pulse within me, craving a spanking.

“Well then, I can’t spank you,” he said, a hint of regret in his voice. His words sent another shiver through me and I quickly corrected myself.

“Yes... Yes, daddy. I’m always bad for you.”

“That’s what I thought,” he replied, his confidence returning. He asked me to straddle his face again and take him in my mouth. I whimpered and moved into position.

As he resumed his attention to my pussy, I took him into my mouth, my lips rubbing under the ridge of his head. Suddenly, he slapped my left cheek, hard. I moaned and rocked forward, pulling away from his mouth and taking him deeper into mine.

He slapped my right cheek with the same force, and I rocked back, moaning as he found my clit and lavished it with just the right amount of pressure. I squirmed and moaned around his cock as he continued to lap, nibble, and spank me. It was the hardest he’d ever hit me, and I loved it.

I wanted more.

I made sure he knew exactly how much I was enjoying his touch. As my cheeks began to sting slightly, he gave me another slap on the ass, then rolled me to the side. I was overcome with desire.

I couldn’t get him inside me fast enough. I straddled him and took him in one swift motion. I ground my hips against his as he thrust up to meet me. I settled onto his cock and pulled off my dress. He found my breasts and began to caress them.

I took in a sharp breath as I slowly pulled up, clenching my muscles, then exhaled as I pushed back down, relaxing.

My body was on fire. I rocked like this for a while, Stephen meeting my downward movements with his own upward thrusts. My nipples dragged back and forth across his chest, the slight friction only adding to my arousal. I kissed him deeply, pulling back long before I was ready.

“I’m still going to fuck you senseless,” he promised.

~You’d better,~ I thought to myself, knowing that it was only a matter of time before I would come undone for him.

He lifted his head to take my right nipple into his mouth. I arched forward with each backward thrust of my hips, my spine moving like a snake. He moved onto the left nipple. I wanted him to bite me—it drove me wild when he did. But instead, he sucked hard, pulling my skin taut.

Panting, I felt him lift his hips a bit higher, pulling back into the mattress, then slamming into me. I cried out, his hands gripping my hips. He began to move with purpose, so I dug my fists into the mattress, pulled up onto the balls of my feet, and met his thrusts.

Gasping, I ground my pelvis into his in large circles, then sat up to ride him. He slowed his movements and grasped both my breasts roughly, just the way I liked it. I rocked my hips forward and back in rising circles, clenching deep inside on the upstrokes. I loved fucking my husband.

He squeezed my hips and ass as I massaged my breasts, then rolled my nipples between my thumb and forefinger, pulling firmly. More moans escaped. He grunted, then told me to get on my back.

Positioning myself diagonally out from a post, I caressed his chest, face, and biceps. He stroked the outside of my thighs, then moved his hands to stroke the insides before spreading my legs. I caught his heated gaze. He looked at my arousal and licked his lips.

I reached behind me and grasped the post with both hands. He moved between my trembling thighs, told me how much he loved me, and entered me. He kept his movements deep. I pushed against the post with both hands.

My husband pulled my ankles wide, and I moved my hands to support my hips while he filled me, over and over. He asked,

“What do you need?”

I bit my lip and met his eyes, mine dark with desire, but whimpered,

“I don’t know.”

“Suck my dick,” he said, leaving no room for argument. He stood up. I lay down on my stomach and took him into my mouth, wrapping my arms around his thighs. He slapped my ass again.

“Suck that cock, baby. You know you love it.”

“Mmm, yes, daddy,” I gasped before taking him in again. I really did love sucking Stephen’s cock. I also found that I could admit more of my desires while feasting on him with my mouth.

“Do you want me to fuck your ass, baby?”

“Y-yes,” I moaned, my mouth full of him.

“I need to prepare myself,” I said.

He nodded, then pulled out of my mouth with a pop to stand back by the mirrored closet.

My husband adored my ass and often showed interest in helping me prepare to take him in. I didn’t mind, though. I loved the mix of pleasure and pain when he opened me up, but I still needed to take it slow to ensure it was pleasure, not just pain.

But not tonight. Tonight, I wanted to give him a show.

I picked up the toy we’d bought and coated it with lube. Stephen watched me, his hand leisurely stroking his length. I lay on my back, my left leg raised high, and guided the tip of the plug into my rosebud with my right hand. I took it in a third of the way, paused, then exhaled.

I slid my thumb into my pussy, making slow, massaging movements with my right hand. I pulled the toy out, spreading my juices over my lips and anus with my other hand. I took the toy in again, almost to the bulge, and waited a few more moments. Stephen made a sound of contentment and our eyes locked.

I was so ready for the pounding that was to come. I removed the toy again, added a bit more lube, relaxed, and then took in the toy to the flange.

A deep sigh escaped me just as my ass gave a slight protest before clutching and pulsing around the toy. I lowered my left leg, rolling my ass slowly on the mattress, my left hand instinctively moving up to my breast, my right hand massaging my pussy.

I removed my middle finger from the loop, my thumb still in my pussy, and used all four fingers to massage my perineum and the flange of the toy between my cheeks.

So good. I took the toy in and out twice more, settling it deep between my cheeks, giving Stephen a nod. He was on me in seconds, balls deep in my heat.

Stephen moved in and out, in and out. I whimpered and thrashed in bliss. The toy popped out on its own and I knew I was ready for him to claim my other hole.

“Mmmm, fuck my ass, Daddy, now,” I moaned.

“Aww, God, you're so fucking hot, baby. You drive me wild,” Stephen responded.

He kissed my cheek and caressed the side of my face, his restraint wavering as he crooned into my neck, “Get on your knees, baby.”

My whole body shuddered with anticipation and longing as I let out an inarticulate moan. He pulled back while I got into position in the middle of the bed, momentarily regretting not removing the overhead lattice. He could get so much traction from grasping the crossbeam if he took me from behind.

He lubed himself up, his hands lovingly caressing my ass and lower back, smoothing over all of it—my trembling, ample ass—as he moved into position between my spread knees.

“You ready?” he asked, a hint of something on the edge of his voice.

“Yes, please, baby, now,” I pleaded, my voice a mix of begging and prayer. I tried to relax as much as I could.

He spread my cheeks, rubbing his tip down my crack, dipping into my dripping pussy, hitting my clit with his tip, then pulling back. He did this a few times, teasing me. I jiggled my ass for him and whimpered again. I was a slut, a wanton creature begging to be claimed by my husband.

He was the only one who had ever had me this way. My right hand snaked under to massage my vulva, spreading my lips and lightly stroking my clit.

He took my left arm, pulling it behind me, letting me know he wanted to control the movement. He didn't ask for the right so I could play with myself. I gave him my arm and control of my body. He claimed me in one strong, sure stroke, curses and words of love falling from his lips; and held me there.

“Fuck yes, baby! God, that's so fucking sexy, your ass swallowing my cock,” he groaned.

I screamed and he immediately put his hand over my mouth, gagging me.

He started to move. Hard and fast. He'd never fucked me this hard, this way, and I couldn't control the noises I was making. I knew the others would be able to hear us.

I didn't care, but he stuffed my panties in my mouth anyway. He was working me so hard, panting with the effort, I felt like an animal. I knew that when I did cum, it was going to rip through me like wildfire. He rested my arm on my back—'keep it there' in our language—and yanked my hair, forcing me to turn my face toward him.

“Fuck, baby. You feel too good like this. I love fucking your ass,” he growled.

And I smiled into the mattress, knowing that I did this to him. Me and my body. He slapped my ass and I bucked. I loved when he spanked me while fucking my ass. It was overwhelming and perfect and I whispered, “Again. More, Daddy, please.”

He complied a few more times, rubbing my cheeks between slaps, and then pulled out completely. We needed more lube. I took the momentary reprieve from his assault to rise up on all fours, gasps and pants the most human of the noises coming out of me. I let him know I was going to sink my dildo into my pussy.

It was stubby, so it settled nice and flush inside me, and had just the right bulges that it wouldn't come out. He gave me a moment for insertion, and then gently indicated I should get back into "position." I liked it with my shoulders on the bed, face where he could see it, right hand fiddling with my lady bits.

He aligned himself with my rosebud and teased the entrance a few times. Then he sank in. I squealed. Truly squealed, my mind blank from the sensory overload. He put both of his hands over the panties stuffed in my mouth this time and pulled my head back slightly with them.

He moved with sure strokes. I could feel his balls brush against my lips. I was so full. So high on what he was doing to me. Terrified of the orgasm this was going to bring, and trying to keep my breathing even. I gasped.

“Awww, yes, yes! You love that, don't you, my dirty little wife?” he groaned.

All I could do was nod frantically.

My husband chuckled. Then pulled out. Head in, head out, head in, head out. A string of nonsense, prayer, and profanity was coming out of his mouth. He couldn't hold it in.

He was fucking my ass so hard; I could feel his sweat dripping on my back. He removed his hands from my mouth and slid both hands up my back, then back down, grasping at my hips.

He tweaked my breasts, everything pulsed and shuddered under his ministrations. I needed to catch my breath. I needed to back off this plateau to go over. I suggested we take a little pause. I wasn't ready to cum yet.

We both lay down lengthwise on the bed, and he began stroking himself, slowly and firmly. We evened out our breathing. I snuggled into his chest. He fingered my slit with his other hand. I wanted to ask him if I could ride him with him in my ass like we did once before, but he asked for head before I could get the words out.

Trinity - Mmm, next time, baby.

I get him all riled up again and hint that I want to climax. He reaches for the dildo I’d left at the top of the bed and hands it to me. I get back into position. Stephen strokes my back as he gets ready to penetrate me, then he pulls me up, so my back is pressed against his chest, his cock nestled between my cheeks, as he roughly fondles my breasts.

I squirm under his touch. He plants hot kisses on my neck, whispering sweet nothings. My blood is pumping. And I know it’s time.

I get back down on my knees in the middle of the bed. The dildo is still buried deep inside me. My vulva and clit are swollen. I flex my muscles and they ripple and twitch. I rest my right shoulder and cheek on the bed. My right arm is tucked under me, fingers working my clit. Stephen has my left arm, pulled up behind me and held tightly in his hand.

Bracing himself on my ass with his right hand, he takes me again, slowly sinking in all the way in one sure, smooth motion, then he swivels his hips. I start rubbing my clit, a mix of fear and excitement coursing through me.

I scream into my panties that he’s now stuffed back in my mouth. I’m teetering on the edge of ecstasy.

Stephen tells me he can’t wait to fill me with desire and need and cock; make me climax. I thank him. I tell him I love him. He fucks me harder. Moving my hand in sync with him, I feel the tension building. I’m wound tight. If we stopped now, I’d probably break down. I needed him. Like this. My feet go cold, my clit feels like it’s on fire from the inside. More, I just need a little more. Then my husband spanks me.

One last hard smack on my pink cheeks and I climax, screaming. Stephen follows me over the edge, groaning in satisfaction. This one freezes time. I rock with him as wave after wave of pleasure rips through me. My muscles tense, my hips jerking wildly, still screaming. I might have blacked out for a few seconds.

Stephen - Awwww, fuck, Trinity. My cock feels like it’s exploding in your ass. Ugh, ugh, ugh, oh god, baby, you make me feel like a beast. I just want to keep fucking you all the time. Aghhhhhhhhh.

I come to with warmth trickling out of me and onto my hands, my face buried in the mattress; my baby rubs each palm, spreading his seed, before caressing and kissing both my pink cheeks. I’m motionless and mumbling, trying desperately to catch my breath. My heart starts to slow and feeling returns to my limbs. I roll to my side, curling up, and then stretching out like a cat in the sun, grinning like a fool.

My husband just looks down at me and smirks.

Stephen - You like that, baby?

He asks, raising an eyebrow.

Trinity - I love it when you fuck me like a beast, baby, knowing you still want me that much after all this time.

Stephen - There will never be a time I won’t want you, baby.

He leans down to kiss me, speaking against my lips.

Stephen - I love you, baby. The day I married you, I sold my soul to you.