Just because you have dessert before dinner, doesn’t mean you can’t have it after! Last week, before our ballet date night, which was quite lovely, my husband completely ravished me. He told me that I just looked to sexy in my dress to let me walk out unfucked. I’m glad. It felt amazing, as you know by now, because I told you all about it. After that perfect little quickie of impromptu, orgasmic hotness, we went out. We had a lovely dinner, and the ballet was superb.
At least I think it was superb. My mind kept drifting to what happened earlier, before we left. His tongue along my lips, and not the ones on my face. His face buried between my legs, making my entire body shake as a came. And how sweet he was when I tried to give him a blowjob, not wanting to mess up my makeup he stopped me, and instead I rode him until he exploded inside me. That always feels good, so good. But now I was hungry. Insatiable tonight. I wanted, no, I needed to return the favor from earlier. I know he loves going down on me, so it’s not really a favor, but it sure does feel like one. Yeah, his cock is going in my mouth later. I want it.
And then the dancers would dance across stage and my mind jerked back to the performance. I could maybe concentrate for three or four minutes before I had more dirty, dirty thoughts. This is a great date, but I cannot wait to get home. I remember reaching across and rubbing my husband through his pants, finding his member, making it…alert. I looked into his eyes and told him I wanted more as I tried to stroke him through his trousers. We have front row balcony box seats to a Shakespeare tragedy and I am trying to get frisky with my husband. How slutty! I didn’t care.
Finally, the show was over. We walked more briskly than usual out the theatre, hopped into our Uber, and told him to hurry. My husband’s hand was already up my dress, rubbing my clit through my black lace panties in the back seat of the Uber. I didn’t stop him. I spread my legs a little and let him play. He kept teasing me, moving his fingers along the edge of the fabric, and pushing in all the right places. I let out a super soft, almost silent moan. The driver heard something. I saw him check and adjust his mirror. I didn’t care. I whispered to my husband, “stop teasing and finger me already.” He smiled and I felt a finger make its way under the lace. It sneakily parted my lips and slid inside, just a little. I leaned back, spread my legs a little more, and sighed. I stole a glance toward the front of the car, the driver was eagerly checking his mirror, he didn’t say a word though. He can watch. I spread my legs a little more and made sure I was showing some skin between the bottom of my dress and the top of my stockings. Holy fuck, his finger went farther in. Heavenly.
The driver dropped us at our spot, I gave him a devilishly flirtatious smile, and he told me to have a good night, and winked. We barely got inside the house and I got on my knees. I was dripping wet, but my pussy would have to wait, I wanted something else. I undid his belt and hastily jerked his pants down. He was already super hard, nearly parallel to the floor, and ready to be sucked. Right there in the hallway, I wrapped my lips around the head of his cock. I didn’t bother teasing, he didn’t need it. I pushed my face forward and took in all of him. My husband doesn’t have a small penis by any means. I’ve worked hard in the three years we’ve been together to fit it all. Sometimes I can. Sometimes I can’t. This time, I took it all! I reached around and grabbed his ass, partly because I wanted to pull him closer, and partly to have something to balance myself. I moved my head back and forth, sucking him, harder and faster. He put his hands on my head, but didn’t guide me. This was all me. I kept sucking. He let out a moan and told me how fucking good it felt.
I stopped, looked up at him, and smiled. His cock was wet from being in my mouth, strings of saliva dripped off it. I began to stroke him, still on my knees, making him even harder. By now I had unzipped my dress, the top half had fallen down. He had a perfect view of my breasts in my barely-there bra. I was sure he was about to cum all over them. Once my saliva had dissipated from his cock, and he wasn’t as wet as he needed to be, I presented my face for fucking. This time he took control. I gagged, a few times, but took it. I wanted his cum. I came on his face before our date and I wanted him to do the same. He fucked my mouth faster and harder, I couldn’t take it anymore. Then, just as I thought I was going to have to stop him, he pulled out and exploded! He came all over my chest, down my bra, and a little on my face. Fuck, that was hot! I stood up and let my dress fall to the floor. I needed a shower. He joined me. The perfect end to the perfect night.
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