You might think that with all the lingerie shopping we do, we would spend a great deal of time just lounging about in the sexiest of play-wear. Sadly, this is not the case. All of what we have purchased in recent months would be considered ‘daywear’. Sexy, yes, but not designed specifically for sex or show. A slip of a Girl wrote a nice piece explaining the difference, if you’re unsure.  ♀ does have some play-wear, but it doesn’t seem to get worn very often.

There are a few reasons for this:  I work nights, she works early mornings. We find the time to have daily lovin’, but finding the time to get dressed-up for it is more of a challenge. Also, she needs to feel sexy (not just horny) to make the effort of dressing up. In my underdeveloped male brain, the dressing up sexy would lead directly to the feeling sexy, but apparently it doesn’t work that way.  It has occurred to me that my cross-dressing is part of the problem. She insists that that’s not the case, but it’s very rare that we both put on play-wear at the same time.

We went out with friends last night and after we came home and had rid the premises of all the teens that had congregated in our absence, I checked my email and blog (a little sad that I only lasted 4 days on 25 peeps) while ♀ went upstairs to get ready for bed. When I arrived, ♀ had lit all the candles and was lounging on our bed in a lovely red satin bustier with black lace and a tiny red mesh thong. She had taken her hair out of the braid I had done earlier in the day so her hair, normally poker straight, was wavy and exotic in the candle light.

“Get undressed, slowly.”

I did as I was instructed and started nibbling on her toes.

“No, not that. Come up here and make out with me. I want to feel desired by you. Help me feel like the sexy goddess you’re always saying I am.”

I kissed her long and deep, sucked her tongue into my mouth, nibbled on her lips, bit her neck and earlobes hard enough to make her jump. I squeezed her breasts and pinched her nipples through the satin fabric of her sexy outfit. I teased her clit until the mesh of her thong was soaked.

She squirmed beneath me and whispered, “would you like to feel the satin on your cock, baby?”

She put an extra pillow behind her head.  I straddled her chest and started sliding my cock through the red satin valley of her cleavage. She grabbed my ass and pulled me closer and took me into her mouth. Every thrust she took deeper until I was fucking her mouth to the hilt. The feel of her throat muscles on the head of my cock when I thrust in and the candle light reflecting on my slick shaft and red satin when I pulled out almost pushed me over, but she wanted needed more.

I moved back down, pulled her thong aside and entered her easily. She started sucking and biting my nipples (my nips are hard wired to my penis). After a few minutes I put my legs astride hers and knelt down with my knees against her hips. (I’m sure this position has a name, but I don’t know it) I like it because I think of it as a ‘sissy’ position, when I look down it’s not hard to imagine the cock going into me. She likes it because she has unobstructed access to her clit.

She came once like that, but I knew she wasn’t done. “Fuck me from behind.” She commanded.

I took her thong off and slid slowly all the way inside her hot wet cunt. I’ve hurt her in this position before and it makes me feel really bad so I try to be careful. She was having none of that. “Fuck me hard, bitch,” she growled, “fuck me like you really mean it.”

I grabbed her hips and pulled out until the tip of my cock was at her entrance. I slammed it home and she shuddered. I did it again and again and again, long, hard and deep. I imagined myself fucking her so deep, the tip of my cock was coming right out her mouth. (great idea for a sex toy: a masturbation sleeve with a woman’s head at one end)

She was rubbing her clit with one hand and trying to stop me from pushing her through the headboard with the other when she came for the second time. I came right behind her (so to speak).

Was she done? Not this girl, not tonight. She leaned forward, “kiss my ass, bitch.” I kissed and nibbled on her luscious ass cheeks, but that was clearly not what she had in mind. She pushed back hard against my face until my tongue was inside her tight little ass hole.

When she’d had enough of that, she rolled onto her back and pushed my head down. “Eat me, baby. Lick all your cum out of my hot little cunt.” She held my head in place with one hand and attacked her clit again with the other. All the while talking dirty, “Get it all, bitch, lick all that hot salty cum out of my cunt, you like being my cum sucking bitch, don’t you? You’ll eat anything that comes out of my cunt, won’t you? Can you still taste my blood (her period had just finished) bitch?” (Yes, yes, yes and yes)

I slid two fingers inside her, curled them up and started stroking her fleshy G-spot. I could feel the contractions on my fingers as her final big O started to build. For once everything fell into place exactly as it was supposed to. I kept up the right rhythm and the right position, she was able to block out all other thoughts and not get a leg cramp (a risk with really big orgasms). Her final big O of the night was huge. I could tell because her foot was against my thigh and I could feel her toes curling. Always a good sign. I thought she would crush my hand with her pussy or snap my neck with her thighs, but it was all good and I was rewarded with a huge mouthful of her sweet tasting nectar.

I don’t sleep at night, so even on my nights off I usually get up as soon as she falls asleep, but I held her and listened to her breathing for several hours last night. It was nice.

Well, I’ve got to go and wash floors, finish laundry and get breakfast started for when my goddess wakes up.

Cheers,

sss

ps….our new bed squeaks.