My husband and I fuck at least twice a day, every day. He can’t keep his hands off of me. We sext and send pictures between us while he’s at work, and he loves finding my Reddit posts as he scrolls on his own. We have an AMAZING and very active sex life. In his past, he’s only been with a a small few women, whereas I’ve been with hundreds of men. I’ve always felt guilty that we have such vastly different sexual histories, and I think I’ve somehow locked away some of my sexual tricks and experiences to lessen that feeling. We’ve been getting much more adventurous lately, but last night……I don’t have words. By far the hottest sexual encounter I’ve ever had, and will revisit in my mind often.

Like all other mornings, we had fucked hard in the shower before we moved back to the bed. He started scrolling Reddit as I jerked him off before we planned to drift off the sleep. I don’t know what came over me, but some of my past started to surface. Rather than a usual handjob, I gripped his cock with one hand, and started slowly sliding just my thumb up and down, under his head up to his opening, and back down again, over and over. I could immediately see a bead of precum pooling, ready to drip into the wet mess of lube I’d already created. As I started using both hands to pleasure him, I could feel his cock straining as if it couldn’t get any harder. It was throbbing, and it was that moment where I remembered just how sexy it is to pleasure a man this way. I gently returned to our usual handjob style and he finished hard for me, but I had already decided that tonight was going to be a full on cock milking, and pleasuring his cock was all I wanted.

We’d drifted off to sleep, I napped for a bit before getting things done for the day while he slept peacefully and satisfied. He went to work in the evening as he usually does, and it felt like the minutes were hours. I’d been soaking wet all day, unable to think or focus. My pussy throbbed and all I wanted was his cock. It’s hard but velvety feel just makes my pussy melt. The way he slowly slides it in and stretches my pussy open on a lazy morning is pure bliss. Feeling it go from soft to hard in my mouth as I blow him in the shower, or throbbing in my hand as he cums hard for me, that delectable tingle I feel deep in my pussy as be blows his load after a long fuck sesh…..it’s all I could think about. My clit was throbbing and painfully tight at the thoughts.

When I stopped daydreaming while sitting at my computer, I suddenly became aware my pussy was so wet that it leaked onto my office chair. My thong and dress were soaked and I could feel it between my thighs. I couldn’t take it anymore. The house was quiet, my man was fast asleep, and my pussy was wet and aching. I slid my fingers under my thong and gently played with my pussy, hoping, praying it would relieve the soreness of my straining clit. The minute I slid my fingers lightly across my wet slit, my pussy leaked onto the floor. Rather than helping me, it just made me need him more. This ache wasn’t going to quell until I was with him again, his fingers buried deep, making me leak as I worshipped his beautiful hard cock. Nothing was going to fix this…

I struggled to get thru the rest of my day, and the rest of my graduate school work. It took several hours to finish an assignment that should have just taken two. I was just starting to finally settle in with some distraction as I typed, and I see a text come across my phone from my husband. I open it to see his hard cock, wet at the tip, wanting me while he was away. My pussy immediately tightened and clenched and that painfully familiar ache flooded back in an instant. I rushed thru the end of my work and locked myself in our bedroom, having ny dreams of feeling his hands all over me, his hard dick gliding against my glistening pussy right before he stretches me open for a hard and delectable fuck. I layed across our bed, let my legs fall open, and my fingers gently danced across my pussy in hopes of finally quelling my frustration. I slowly dipped a single finger in and gently rubbed - I could feel it building already. My pussy gushes at the lightest touch when I’m this swollen and wet, and this time was no different. I pulled my finger out before I could leak…this belonged to my husband and I was saving it.

When that tingle dissipated, I let my fingers find my clit and gently massaged for the remaining hours until he returned to me. I needed to cum, but I could only dream of worshipping his hard cock by milking it dry - slowly, gently, but fiercely drawing the cum from deep inside of him, taking what was mine in ways he’d have no control for. I needed this. My pussy and legs were soaked by the time I looked up at the clock. I decided a shower might help calm me…but it would eventually do no such thing…

I hear the bathroom door open and can smell the subtle, familiar scent of my husband returning home to me. He joined me and his hand was immediately in my pussy, right where it belongs, but only for a moment. I pushed him away to remind him that tonight….tonight it was about him. He said he’d been thinking about it all shift and had been rock hard thru the evening. We finished showering, and he stepped out to lock up the house while I dried off at my leisure. The towel grazed my pussy as I dried myself and I leaked a little in anticipation of what was to cum. There is nothing more desirable to me than my husbands dick, especially when throbbing, wet, and submitted to me in ways we’ve never explored.

I emerged from the bedroom to find him already in our bed. I grabbed a bottle of lube from our drawer as I padded across the bedroom floor, watching him reveal his soft cock as he pulled back the blankets. The thought of feeling him get hard in my hands made my pussy quicken again. I eagerly crawled onto the bed at his side. I contemplated sliding him into my warm wet mouth before slathering him in lube as I admired the view of his cock in my hand, but I knew that would distract and lead to deep, pussy-fucking sex, and I was not deviating from what I truly wanted - to milk him dry at my own hand.

I told him to find his favorite Reddit feeds and to relax into his pillows. This…is what I’d ached and dripped for all day. I grabbed the bottle of lube and traced his cock with the cold, thick bead draining from the lid until I heard a subtle sigh of pleasure and relief. I pressed one hand flatly against his balls, and started gently massaging his softness with the other. His little gasps and whimpers as I watched and felt his cock quickly harden and swell in my hands made me tingle. As he stood fully erect for me, I could feel him throbbing at his base, I began gently and lightly gliding my thumb across his dripping head as I watched his face intently. His eyes rolled back as he sighed loudly and melted deeper into his pillows. I rubbed harder, longer, and began tracing the length of his shaft with my thumb down to the base and back again. His dick suddenly jumped and hardened further. I could feel it straining in the most delectable way, my mouth starting to water. It could not get any harder by now.

I wrapped my hand gently around the top of his cock and gently squeezed, letting the head pop thru my fingers and back again. I watched his face relax as the pleasure visibly moved thru him. His cum was mine, and I couldn’t wait to force it out of him. As I slid my fingers intently up and down his cock again, my thumb found a spot that made his cock pulse, and I took full advantage. Just below the underside of his head, I pushed inward and rubbed in quick motions, concentrating here as I felt him get wetter and thicker. I fought myself not to lean down and suck him. He let out subtle moans again that made my pussy clench and drip, I could feel my own juices running down my legs as I knelt between his. I kept rubbing, gripping his head between finger and thumb, gliding my thumb across his hole over and over, watching him melt deeper and deeper. He told me “faster and harder”, as I squeezed his head painfully tight and jerked it hard.

His knees fell further open and slowly grew towards his chest. I watched as he started to grip the sheets around me. His cock quickened and I could feel it straining again - he was painfully hard and his head was firm enough where squeezing it the way I had been was difficult….but I didn’t stop. I could see him in deep pleasure, the further I pushed him. His head thrashed and turned into his pillow, his back arching upward, his body lifting away from the bed as I felt his hips trying to pull away from my hands. I gripped him tighter and pumped him faster, suddenly feeling his hips push up into my grip, begging. The moans and gasps made my pussy suddenly leak and I’m not even sure he noticed. I kept pumping him with both hands now, gripping his balls and begging for his cum. I wanted to feel his cock explode in my hands. I worship being his cumslut, but I needed this more than he did. Again I found myself fighting not to take him into my mouth and suck him hard. His cock was begging me for it, but I refrained.

He gripped the sheets harder now, releasing the corners from our bed as he began fiercely writhing in front of me. He was so close, and I could feel it as I squeezed him. He started whimpering and was now watching me pump him, harder and faster, his head lifting from the pillow to catch a view of me, my tits bouncing as I stroked him. He suddenly tightened, throwing his head back hard, arching his back, legs squeezing my hips around me, toes curling next to me, and the primal sound that emerged from his throat told me I was just seconds away from feeing his warm cum pumping hard into my hands. Eager, I pumped hard and faster, squeezing his head, feeling it almost flatten between my thumb and fingers, and this was his undoing. His whole body shook - the soft moans and writhing god in front of me was throbbing hard, leaking incredible amounts of warm, thick cum from his cock, running down his shaft into my hands. I kept pumping as he cried out and tried to pull his hips away. I kept my grip, following him downward as the cum continued to pour out of him - He was done when I said so.

His moans and cries were so primal and satisfying, I felt like a goddess, watching his body writhe in our bed under me, gripping our sheets and straining, I knew this was the start of a new world….