GRAPHIC CONTENT EXTRA WARNING
My husband had the day off today. He asked me in the morning, “so what’s the plan today?” Then he said, “Nevermind, it doesn’t matter. The only plan that matters is my penis in your vagina.”
He put a video on for the kids and looked at the time on my cell phone.
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In exactly ten minutes I want you down in the bathroom with your favorite wooden spoon and your new-found appetite for cock.
Yes sir! You don’t have to tell me twice.
So I picked out my favorite spoon. Favorite is a bit of a misnomer, since we hadn’t used one before. But I’ve been creaming for this wooden spoon in the drawer for weeks now. It’s a big, sturdy one, not the wimpy kind that might break. I got it out and watched the time on the clock. He said exactly, so I don’t want to be early. Don’t want to be late. One more minute…
When I arrive, he’s in the shower. He opens the door and says, you’re late.
“No, I’m not,” I say reflexively, before I can stop myself and play along. He frowns.
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Get in here and on your knees. I comply. You can suck my cock just a little bit. I comply. Enough. Now, hold out your hand. He pours some baby shampoo in my outstretched hand. You need to wash my scrotum. Wash it really good. I soap his balls all the up his crack.
Stand up. Hold out your hand. (more shampoo). Now wash yourself. I face away from him and wash my crack, rocking my pelvis back as I go. He slips a finger inside me. Somebody is very wet. My head falls back and I clutch at his hand between my legs.
Hands on the wall!
I put my hands on the wall, feeling the lack of control the position demands. He pushes at my back hole with his thumb and I groan. He slips two fingers into my yoni at the same time. He takes me almost to orgasm and then lets me go.
Back on your knees.
“May I suck your cock?”
I take him into my mouth and massage his balls, his t’aint, seek his back hole with my finger. I press into there a little bit as I suck and taste a little pre-ejac.
Enough. He opens the shower door and steps out. Don’t get out till I tell you.
Always a multitasker, I quickly shampoo my hair and am lost in a reverie when I feel the slap of the wooden spoon on my ass. Out! he hands me a towel and I dry off. Still in a reverie, I wander out to find him standing in our bedroom, arms folded. I’m waiting.
Now, kneel on the bed and lean over that rail (remember I told you about the awesome bed in my strip tease post?) to suck my cock. It is a wee bit of an acrobatic feat, and he soon abandons that idea. Over here, kneel over the bed. He spanks a little with his hand and then enters me. You’re so tight. So swollen. He moves inside me with a heat and intensity that has me moaning till we both come.
He flops on his back on the bed and pulls me on top of him, moving my hips so that my slickness rubs over his cock in a slow, undemanding way. I can tell he’s done, but I’m still thinking about that spoon. “Shall I get the spoon, sir?’ I dare ask.
He looks momentarily surprised. I’d forgotten. Yes.
He sits at the edge of the bed and takes me over his knee. I’m liking the spoon a lot. Intense, but oh so good.
Hmm… which is better? the concave side? or the convex?
“Concave,” I offer.
I wasn’t asking you!
Go and get that honey salve. I seem to be unable to move. He gives me a sharp rap with the wooden spoon. Go.
I bring it back and he applies it. Then he applies some saliva to the spoon and between that and the salve, it really creates some good stinginess.
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His fingers stray between my legs. Somebody’s wet again. He slips them inside and begins pleasuring me while he spanks. I go absolutely wild. I’m gripping at his leg, writhing over his knee with excitement until the orgasm explodes over me. Finished, I am slightly surprised when he is still spanking me. Like – hey, I’m good here– not necessary anymore. Of course, I’m not in charge. The additional spanking doesn’t last long and then I’m lying on my back on the bed next to him, my body languid, my mind completely lost.
It seems it hasn’t taken my vanilla husband long to catch up to my fantasies. In fact, I think he’s got it all figured out…