My partner… I always found him fairly average in bed. He comes from a conservative family, where sex was not even discussed, and sometimes even funny situations happened that the father or mother switched the movie during the sex scene.
His 30th birthday was approaching and I wanted to give him a gift that might open him up a bit. When he came home from work, I was waiting for him dressed like never before – in stockings on the waist, a sexy push-up bra and thongs. I could see that he was staring at me with infatuation. Of course, I was very flattered and I was hoping it would be a little different in bed today… Well, what happened was a total surprise.
We ate a light dinner. I sat across from him wearing only that sexy lingerie. I was wearing a soft make-up that accentuated my eyes. He always loved them, so I knew he would enjoy it. After a glass of champagne, we went to bed …
I do not know if it is this underwear or my voluptuous, itself, but it triggered something new in him. Before that, he did not know the concept of foreplay, and now …?
It caught me right after we entered the bedroom. He greedily touched my body, bit my neck while massaging my plump buttocks. Not that it hadn’t happened before, but there was something more primal about it. Something I really liked.
– You’re very rude, you know? You have dirty thoughts … – he blurted out suddenly – You deserve to be punished.
– Yes? – I asked, not fully believing what I heard – And how will you punish me?
“Good,” he said with a smile. He turned me over and leaned over the bed. I leaned back against the mattress and glanced over my shoulder at him. I was curious what he would do. I watched him raise his arm, and after a while I heard a loud crack and felt needles of pain on my ass.
– Ah! I shouted and bit my lip. My face tightened a little, then it relaxed, and my lips stretched into a smile. I bit my lips – Punish me please …
I got another spank. And the next. I felt my ass burn from his blows. I immediately got wet. Panting from the excitement and sweet pain I felt on my ass, I looked back at him. I was standing there the whole time watching him undress. His penis was sticking out firmly. He stood behind me, but still didn’t come in. He grabbed my hair, straightened me, pulling me against him. I sighed, feeling his stick settle between my ass cheeks, feel the balls against them as well. I looked over my shoulder again, searching for his mouth. We closed in a strong hot kiss and his hands began to caress my pussy and breasts.
He skilfully reached the clitoris with his fingers, which he had not done before. He played with it, teased it, even changed the pace, which additionally turned me on. He was pinching his nipple in his fingers and was pinching it gently, which stimulated me completely. I wondered where my husband had been gone. What possessed him? And will that stay with him? I really wanted it to be like that.
He finally pushed me hard on the bed. He ripped off the thong that split in half and sat on my thighs. It definitely entered my pussy and I pushed my hips up more. His movements were sharp, different than before. He pushed himself so hard and deep that at one point I lost my breath. Usually I dominated, imposed speed, rode him … and now it was … he was like a beast.
Our bedroom echoed with our sighs, my groans, and the sound of cradling bodies. I hadn’t been so wet since studying and going crazy with others … Now it felt like those times had come back … just much harder.
I felt a tug on my hair and groaned louder. He turned my head more towards himself. I saw him looking at me. There was a mixture of superiority and disdain in it, like in the theatre. I acted as well, assuming a mask of a helpless victim. However, I masked the excitement and pleasure with difficulty, because my spouse suddenly decided to be a sex demon who was doing me as well with his dick as never before.
Eventually he turned me over on my back, spread my legs wide he started to fuck my pussy. He gripped my breasts in both hands and squeezed them, leaning on them, his hips taking a frantic rhythm that made me barely gasp. I felt chills run from the smallest toes to the hair on top of my head. I held his hands as I watched him fuck me. And then it came… the first real orgasm my husband gave me. My cunt gripped him hard and I arched myself. My legs were flying erratically and my fingers dug into the sheets. I felt it intensely until the end when he tore his penis out of me and it fell onto my breasts and tummy. Warm, thick cream squirted on me profusely and I started rubbing it into my skin.
I didn’t ask where it came from. I was afraid to ask about it, because I was afraid that he would not show up again. I just stared at him blankly, and he… smiled. Yes sly. And that’s what I wanted the most.