The Hot Winter Night
Fuck. He was gone again, and these separations were getting to be too much. It had always been like this for them, and being fiercely independent she had always been able to shrug it off and keep busy until his return. However, lately, she’d been growing increasingly needy for him. Frowning, she hugged her arms around herself as she snuggled into their bed and thought about how their relationship had progressed. Starting off as friends, they had both enjoying joking and teasing each other. True to both of their natures, the teasing turned into innuendo, the innuendo into flirting, and the flirting leading to the first shy kiss. From the moment their lips first brushed she knew she would never be able to get enough of this man. Almost immediately, they became lovers, hot and anxious for each other, explosive. Not even marriage and parenthood could completely define their relationship; they were shifting again, and they both knew it. No longer just spouses and hot lovers, he now commanded and controlled virtually all of her sexuality. This realization made her miss him more. Frustrated with tossing and turning, she crawled naked from their bed to grab the last shirt that he had worn, one of his blue cotton dress shirts. As the soft cotton enveloped her and she fiddled with the gold ‘love’ necklace that he had given her, she breathed deeply of his scent that still lingered. She scornfully glanced at the empty bed, then she went to crawl back in, determined to have a good cry. She lay alone, imagining that he was holding her. Her mind drifted to the last getaway weekend at their one room cabin in the woods. There on a comfortable rustic couch in front of a crackling fire, his arms were around her, and she was at peace. She was shocked that being surrounded by his scent didn’t deepen her melancholy. Rather, she was starting to feel incredibly aroused. Her mind drifting to an evening they were snowed in that cabin without power, with nothing to do but fuck. Oh, how they fucked all day and most of the night on that fold out couch. A quick glance at her phone showed it was 11pm. The kids were asleep so no one would hear if she called him. Without him, his commands, she’d never be able to orgasm and relax. Not caring if she woke him, she punched 1 to speed dial his phone and was pleasantly surprised when he picked up on the first ring. “Angel, is something wrong? Is it one of the kids?” He sounded concerned.
“Yes…well, no, the kids are fine. It’s me, I ache…that delicious ache, I need to orgasm or I’ll go mad, and I can’t do it without you. Can you talk or get on Skype? He chuckled, and she could hear the grin remain in his voice as he answered. “I can talk. Go get my cock.” His cock was a toy they had chosen together, it was the closest they could find to the shape, length, and girth of his dick. They used it only when he was traveling, and always together, via phone or skype. The fantasies they shared were so powerful that the toy was him; his cock, him filling her, him driving her pleasure, even when he physically wasn’t. Reaching into her nightstand, she found the favored dildo and laid it on the bed next to her. Leaning back and spreading her thighs, she let his voice wash over her. He directed her in a maddeningly slow and gentle voice to touch her lips and whisper his name. Next, to make her fingers his lips while he traced a slow, deliberate path across her face, neck, and torso. She felt anxious, desperate. However, she already knew he wasn’t going to allow her instant gratification. She both loved and hated this; she ached for completion, and yet savored the slow ascent to higher pleasure that he was leading her. Every brush of her fingertips on her skin left goose bumps in its wake, just like his mouth would. Totally absorbed in the fantasy, he was there, making her shiver; drawing sighs and whimpers from her lips. She was him, they were one. Her nipples pebbled when he skimmed his fingers over them and drew into a deep pucker when he directed her to pinch and roll them. Her hips bucked, and her eyes closed, mouth falling open as her breathing quickened. He directed her to bring a full, pendulous breast to her mouth and to suckle the pink nipple between her lips. He compelled her to build in intensity, with scrapes and nibbles of his teeth, and to suck more of her dessert plate sized areola more deeply into her mouth. Finally, when her nipples were fully puckered with incredible sensitivity, he had her to playfully bite down for that hint of pain to amplify the pleasure. Aware she was mad with desire, for he knew her well, he was cognizant that she had started to slide her hand down between her legs and he commanded her to stop. She cursed, how did he know? She could pretend she wasn’t using her hands to soothe her ache. But in the end, she was powerless to do anything but obey. “I’m going to have to punish you for that, you know. Since that hand is already near your pussy, I want you to just whisper your fingers over your mons. Not with enough pressure to even tickle.” She groaned in exasperation. "Yes, Sir. “
“Run your fingers along your body for me now, feel my touch. Know how much I want you. How hard I am for you. How much I want to feel your body shiver under my lips.” He continued to tease and torture her over the phone; presiding over her actions to bring her close, maintain her just on the edge, then back away. Just to do it all over again. She had rarely been more turned on. “Place the palm of your hand flat between your thighs for me now. Press your pussy into it. Slow, firm circles. Now slap that pussy once for me, HARD.” “Sweet Jesus, did you hear that?” she questioned. "I swear I heard my juices splatter.“ “Lick your fingers for me now, Angel. Remind me how you taste.” There was a yearning in his voice now. “Oh mild, a bit sweet, salty, a little spicy, like ginger, but musky with arousal too.” “You know how much I would like to lick that out of you, taste you, and feel you dripping onto my tongue…. “he faded off, "but, later.” Stopping his teasing foreplay and commanded her to get the coconut oil and a spare pillow. She started to question his plans, but he shushed her, and she did as he requested. “Your little pussy is pink, swollen, and open for me like a blossoming flower is, isn’t it, Angel?” “Yes, Sir. Not to mention so wet that it’s dripping down between my ass cheeks. I’m craving you inside of me so badly I want to scream.” “Take my cock in your hand then, sweetheart. Stroke it up and down, just like I am doing now for you. I love that little pussy of yours. Run the tip of my cock up and down your slit for me, I want it gleaming with your juices. Press it gently just below your clit. Then, flick it up along it gently. Spread your pussy lips with my fingers as I run the head up and down, pressing just the head in now as it goes up and down” “Honey, FUCK! I need you in me, NOW!” She was beyond desperate to cum. “Then get on your hands and knees, put the pillow under your hips and shove my cock in deep.” Her eyes nearly rolled back in her head as she gratefully sunk him into her. She started to rock, but he ordered her to be still. “Just feel my cock bottom out, feel it stretching you, feel the head brushing your womb. Don’t move, Angel, keep my cock buried deep, press your hips into the pillow, and Don’t. Move.” He slowly, yet firmly, compelled.
She groaned again as she obeyed, straining to keep her body from rocking in a primal manner. She breathed heavily, tensing with the desire to fuck his cock until she exploded. Just holding him deep, feeling him, brought her to the edge of bursting. She panted, whimpered, and cursed under her breath, while he just listened and chuckled. Again, she started to snake a hand underneath her in search of her clit. Again, he knew. “Don’t put that finger on your clit, Angel, I want you to get it lubed with the oil.” His voice was low, authoritative. “Yes, Sir.” She did as he instructed. “Do you remember what I said after the last time I fucked you? About how long it had been since I filled that tight little ass with cum? No, don’t take my cock out of your pussy, but prepare your ass for me. Get it slick, get it stretched, and keep it in the air.” His voice was low and growling as he directed her. Doing as told, she felt the coconut oil grow warm and slippery as it melted and dripped into her rosebud. She pushed it deeper with her finger, massaging around the tight muscle, stretching it. The force of her arousal become a pounding roar in her ears. She didn’t hear the door open, didn’t know he had been talking to her on his way home early to surprise her, and she didn’t know he was slowly stripping behind her while she struggled not to fuck his cock and played with her lubed ass. She did feel the bed dip as he crawled on his knees behind her, and she heard his command in stereo, both from the phone and from behind her. She felt the hot tip of his cock press against her tight anus. Gasping in shock and delight, she dropped her cell phone to the floor. “I’m going to fuck you with both of my cocks. One in your pussy, the other deep in your ass,” he stated in a moan as he pushed his flesh and blood cock past her first muscle. He slowly continued, stretching and holding, letting her adjust. When she sighed, he pressed past the second muscle and found himself fully embedded. "I can’t believe you drove home in this snow, but I’m so glad you did.” She barely managed to whisper. The rest of her body was tense, shaking with need as she tried to slow her desperate breathing in order to relax. She felt the gentle shake of him controlling his laughter, even while he held himself still, letting her stretch and grow accustomed to his thick cock. Losing control, not caring if it hurt, her hips started to roll, down so she could feel the press of his dick in her pussy and up to feel his cock slide deeper into her ass. As a result, he grabbed her hips in a silent command to be still. Even so, she couldn’t stop now, she was seeing red, and her body demanded release. While over the years her growing trust in him had allowed her to let him have the dominance he seemed to crave. He did always leave her completely satisfied; and, in a way, it was freeing to give him utter control in this part of their life. Freedom from the pressure and responsibilities of everyday life. However, this time he’d gone too far, the pent-up stress of being alone with the kids, her job, the house; the deep melancholy of missing him, her euphoria at his surprise early return, compounded with this overwhelming, all-consuming horniness that pushed her past all semblance of control. She had been dominant before, with past lovers, and even occasionally during her sex life with her husband. Regardless, it had been a long time, over the years became rarer and rarer, and she hadn’t now for several years. This seamless blending of fantasy and reality was too much, she was caught up in both, overwhelmed by both, her husband was inside her twice, and she was entirely overpowered by lust. Of course, none of this passed through her mind as her actions simply took over. The hand not holding the toy reached further under her, and she grabbed his balls and tugged. He growled, and she squeezed again, using her grip to guide the speed of his thrusts. She wanted it hard, and she had to have it or she would lose her mind for good. She rocked faster, and in response, he fucked her harder. Their bodies slapped against each other. She could feel the force of his thrusts deep in her hips, deep in her joints, just as she needed. “Angel…” he growled through gritted teeth, trying to keep in control of the encounter as he was slipping into the red haze of lust himself. “No!” She commanded, “Fuck me now!” “Fuck, I love when you get demanding.” he panted, as he reached around and wrapped his fingers around her clit, one sharp tug down and she exploded into orgasm, seeing stars. Her swollen walls convulsed with such force that the toy was pushed out of her with a pop, followed by a wet gush of her juices. He thought his cock would be bruised from the crushing force of her contractions as her ass milked his cock. After, she collapsed forward and he followed, letting his weight settle against her back as he kept his cock embedded in her ass. Next, he caught her earlobe between his teeth and spoke to her in a soothing whisper as her rapid breathing began to slow. When she had almost returned to normal breathing, he began to slowly pump into her ass. “Now, Angel, I hope you’re ready for a long night, because I’m going to work you over before I finally allow you to feel the hot splash of my cum in that little pussy,” he said in a low and commanding voice. “No.” she stated firmly. Her dominant had been released and wasn’t about to be put away so quickly. “No?” he questioned with surprise. “No.” she repeated, stronger, with determination. "Roll over onto your back, if you know what’s good for you,“ she ordered as she slid herself out from under him. Reaching over into the nightstand, she grabbed some antibacterial wipes and started bathing his cock. She teased him with slow hand motions tantalizing his dick as she wiped away any bacteria from their anal encounter. He hissed, and she knew the alcohol stung, burning. Lord knows it had been used on her nipples and clit often enough, but she’d never done it to him. Still, she worked it up and down his shaft and over his balls, not only to clean, but she wanted every inch of his cock to have the heightened sensitivity that the alcohol would provide as it cooled and dried. "Shhh,” she whispered. "This burning will fade, and you start to tingle. Once that happens, I promise that you’ll love it.” In contrast to her soothing voice, she constricted the base of his cock, while putting more pressure under his balls; temporarily enhancing his pain, and causing his dick to become more fully engorged. He was red, throbbing, his cock like a hot steel rod wrapped in velvet in her hands.
Dropping the wipe in the can near the bed, she turned and pushed back lightly on his shoulders and he fell back against the pillows. She slowly climbed up over his legs, leaning in close so that her warm breath grazed over his skin, and her silky hair trailed up his body. As she slid higher, her hard nipples blazed a path up his thighs, dipping down to his ass, creeping up and over his full testicles. Each brush on his alcohol sensitive cock sent an electric jolt of pleasure through him. She pressed down so that his cock slipped into her deep cleavage, slick with sweat; she pressed them tightly together and worked his cock between her soft pillows. She paused a few moments, teasing with her eyes, before she continued to climb up his body. When they were face to face, she paused; her body flush with his and flashed him a devilish smile. Then she arched her back so his now painfully hard cock was pressed against her pussy. She wiggled until it slipped between her swollen pussy lips. Once again she paused, the head of his hard cock pressed against her throbbing clit. She began to work his cock, teasingly for him, amazingly for her. The ridge of the head catching on her hard clit, building her near orgasm again. From time to time, she’d lift her hips just enough so his tip penetrated her, and she’d clamp down with her muscles around his head. Then she’d smirk her naughty smile, shake her head no, and grind his cock into her clit again. Alternating back and forth between teasing him and driving herself to orgasm. “Do you like it, husband? Do you like me using YOUR cock for MY pleasure? This cock is mine, you know. Your cock is my plaything to make me cum, again and again,” Her eyes bore intently into his as she continued her dirty talk, which now had a panting, whimpering quality, despite her forceful choice of words. She became breathless as she neared her orgasm, but she kept speaking. "It’s mine, I’ll take what I need, and you’ll lie there and give it to me.“ she whimpered. Her voice rose in pitch and she began chanting his name like a prayer until her pleasure burst, her entire body shaking as she peaked. "Fuck” she breathed as her heartbeat again began to slow. After another moment, she opened her eyes to see him grinning up at her. “Having fun, my little devil?” he asked with a touch of humor in his voice. “Always,” she answered, “and I plan on having much more.” “Is that so” he slowly drawled as he grabbed her hips and speared his cock up into her soaking pussy. “Oh God, yes” she moaned as she began to grind on his cock, pressing her swollen g spot against the shaft. “I know what you need, vixen, I can feel how swollen and tight that g spot is,” he grunted through clenched teeth as he shifted his hips so the wide head of his cock pushed straight up into the prominent spongy spot in her front vaginal wall. He had the right of it, but she wasn’t about to give into his control yet. Putting both hands on his chest for leverage and to hold him down, she started riding hard and fast. “Sweet Jesus,” she whimpered “it’s building”. Angling her hips and slapping into him, she ensured that each drive of her hips resulted in a concussive force on her g spot. Soon, she hoisted herself up off his cock as she squirted all over his stomach, her legs madly twitching. He held her, stroking her hair, as she shuddered. When she regained awareness, she slid down his body and pressed a wide flat tongue to his cock and licked slowly to the tip, tasting her own tangy, spicy, sweetness; His hand gripped her hair, and she thought he was going to push her into his cock to suck him deep, when instead he pulled her up to his face and looked at her sternly.
“Get on your hands and knees, NOW!” he commanded. Not only did he use his hands to forcefully turn her around, but he also grabbed her hair in his fist, forcing her to arch her back. In addition, he gave one hard slap across her ass and forced her legs apart wider. "You’ve had your little fun, my devil, now you need to get taken by your man.“ Once more he spanked her ass again on each cheek, causing a cherry red hand mark. All of a sudden he let go of her hair as he pushed her face down into the sheets. "Face down, ass up, and take what I give you,” he commanded, slapping her pussy for good measure to punctuate his command. "Damn, baby, I love when you get all intent.” She throatily praised him. Holding her head down, he drove into her one hard thrust. Whereas she expected him to pound her, hard, over and over as she clenched her muscles to milk him, instead he held there, wholly embedded. Ultimately, he slowly pulled out and with a slow roll of his hips; then eased back in, and began deep, slow thrusts. The head of his cock glided over her g spot as it slithered down to brush her cervix, causing her eyes to roll back in her head. The man knew exactly what he was doing, that this was a favorite of hers, it would have her slowly building and shouting her demands to be fucked in good time. In the meantime, he’d just relish the feel of her engorged, tight pussy; soak up the sounds of her moans and whimpers, while watching his glistening cock stretch her opening as it slid in and out. Paying attention to the sound of her breath, her moans, he matched the pace of her building arousal. When she started to whimper, he punctuated each with a hard thrust. Only to again slowly withdraw, and then slam back in on her next whimper. Hard, deep, possessive, pounding rams. Harder still as her breath quickened. Bucking, faster, deeper, relentlessly. Her pants turned to deep moans. He grabbed her hips. He hammered, pummeling, taking, owning. “FUCK ME!” he commanded. "This is MY pussy, its tightness, the wet heat, MINE! Made to take my cock, my cum. Take me! It’s fucking MINE!“ he ground out. Accordingly, she rocked her hips hard, slapping back to meet his thrusts. "That’s it, fuck my fucking cock, show your husband how hot you are.” he praised in a low growl. Still, they rocked into each other harder, faster, more intensely. "You know what I want, wife.“ That was her command to orgasm, that he was on the edge and could immediately follow her. A few more pounding strokes, she could hear by the tone of his moans that he was holding back for her, and that did it, it made her tumble over the edge, her pussy squeezing onto him tight. As she spasmed tightly around his cock, she felt him twitch, grow impossibly harder, felt the hot spurts of his cum, and heard his deep groan. "That’s right, baby, milk every drop of cum from my balls, while I fuck it into your womb.” She added a few extra clenches of her muscles, while he finished the last drops of his violent orgasm. After both of them lay there panting for a few moments, he slipped behind her and wrapped his arms around her, gently stroking her stomach. “Twins,” he said with a chuckle in his voice, “this time I gave you twins, has to be two, one for each of your personalities tonight. Not to mention how fucking hard you made me cum.”
