<—-It started like this. The way I always have orgasms…with my finger on my clit, fiercely rubbing this certain spot in the middle of my clit. A little to the right of center, my finger swirls in circles, rotating clockwise with just the right amount of pressure. This is how I come (or “cum” if you will), whether I’m fucking, being fucked, having phone sex, having cybersex or watching porn. This is what it takes for me to climax. My finger on my clit, doing its thing.
So last night, when my husband turned off the t.v. and prepared to go to sleep, I positioned myself at a bit of an angle so he could have a mere glimpse of my bare pussy. I spread my legs slightly, beginning my ritual. He likes to watch me masturbate. He always has. One of the few things we both like. He didn’t say anything. He just watched. I didn’t say anything. I just rubbed. After a little while, he asked if I was trying to get him aroused. I said all I was trying to do was rub my clit and let him watch if he wanted to. He said, “well I want to.” Then it was official. He’s in the mood. (This is a rare occasion – him being in the mood. If it ain’t Saturday night, he ain’t in the mood.) But it’s Friday night. So I didn’t expect to persuade him. I have pretty much given up on trying to persuade him. He surprised me last night.
Now that I know he’s game, I positioned myself into the “full view” angle, spreading my legs even wider, giving him a direct view of it all. I was just far enough away for his eyes to focus intently, yet close enough for him to reach out and touch it if he wanted to. And he wanted to. After a good five minutes of teasing my clit, he started touching me. It was as if he were a scientist viewing a newly discovered organ. He seemed intrigued. Mesmerized. Almost in a trance. Staring at my pussy facing him, with my legs spread wide open, he touched my pussy lips, pulled them apart so he could see more, touched my hole, pulled it open, slid his finger inside just a little bit, pulled it out, went back to my lips, joined my finger on my clit. We were both enjoying the beauty and complexity of the female genitalia.
He was stroking his cock. One hand playing with all of the flesh between my legs, the other rhythmically rubbing his dick. I thought we were both going to come just like that. My eyes were closed, and I was in another world. Literally, I 
was in another world. I went in my mind to a fantasy I had created with Eddie, my friend and lover. I was in a taxicab, giving Eddie the blow job of his life, with the cab driver watching. I occasionally slipped out of my daydreaming to notice my husband still dazed with the pleasure of watching me masturbate while touching whatever he wanted. But I quickly left reality, returning to the backseat of the taxi where Eddie was dominating me…controlling me…grabbing my head, by my hair and making me suck his cock. I was about to climax when my husband said he wanted to get inside me. I had been so content just rubbing my clit in my fantasy world. I wanted him to get his too, but by his hand, like I was. Nevertheless, I was open to his request. It could have been worse. Wifely duties can be far worse than this scenario. So I let him in.
He climbed on top, missionary style. He entered slowly. I was wet and hot. He kept talking about how wet and hot I was, as if he’d never felt me that wet and hot. He was enjoying every second of this gradual penetration. He got into his groove, doing what he’s done with me hundreds of times. While he was thrusting into me, I was back in the taxi, sucking Eddie, slobbing all over his cock, deep throating, gagging, all the while with the cab driver staring through the rear-view mirror. Eddie watched him. He looked at the driver’s eyes in the rear-view mirror while this guy’s eyes were fixated on what he was witnessing. Eddie liked that. He liked having this power over me, having me smothering his cock so fucking good, and having this stranger longing for what Eddie had. I liked it too. I wanted to do whatever Eddie wanted. Just as the cab driver was hypnotized by the oral pleasure I was providing Eddie, I was hypnotized by Eddie. He captivates me when he takes control of me. I release myself to him. I fall under his spell.
Back to reality. My husband’s sweating like crazy, fucking me good, trying to make me come. I don’t know how long he’d been fucking me, because I had escaped to my fantasy world and don’t know when I left. When I returned from my fantasy and saw him sweating profusely, I knew I had to take my fantasy to the next level to hurry up and come. So I did. I imagined that Eddie gave the cab driver permission to get in the back seat to watch and jerk himself off. While the driver was getting in the back with us, Eddie told me to undress, which I did. Then he grabbed my ass and positioned me up against his cock – me on my knees, facing the door through which the taxi driver was opening. As the driver entered the back of the cab, Eddie began thrusting into me with a painful pounding. I had to crunch my body into half its length, arching my back to allow Eddie the access he needed while making room for the cab driver to get in. The driver had to slide in under my arms and face while Eddie was fucking me hard from behind.
Then, Eddie told me to suck his cock – to suck the cab driver’s cock. Without hesitation, I obeyed. As the driver pulled out his cock, Eddie told him to stop. Eddie told the driver he had to put on a condom. The driver quickly complied. While Eddie’s banging me rough, he’s talking shit to the driver, telling him that only HE (Eddie) gets the privilege of my mouth on his bare cock. There’s something about Eddie using me and controlling me that turns me on, but it’s based in a trust that he’ll take care of me. I’m his property. He takes care of his property. So he wouldn’t let this guy have a taste of my passion without protecting me, literally. As soon as Eddie heard the snap of the rubber sealing on the driver’s dick, Eddie pushed my head down on the driver’s lap, and I sucked him through latex. Only a fraction of the ecstasy my mouth can provide.
With Eddie, I take it all – never a barrier of latex between his bare cock and my mouth. Skin, flesh, saliva, tongue, shaft, balls, throat, lips – it’s one big oral cocktail. But the juices in my mouth are only for Eddie’s cock . The cab driver could only have the sensation of pressure from my oral skills, not the juices and suction that Eddie gets. I’m giving the driver a hooker blow job; Eddie’s fucking me like the slut I am for him. With his hands on my hips now, clinching the flesh of my ass, Eddie jammed my pussy with his rock hard cock as my juices flooded him with desire. After he had a good pounding going, he paused for a moment, grabbed me by my hair and thrust my head down on the cab driver’s cock hard. I had only been half-ass giving this guy head, so Eddie shoved my face so far down this guy’s dick that I couldn’t breath. And then Eddie pounded me harder, fucking me so I wouldn’t forget it. When he released my head, I gasped for air, then he pulled my head back, pulling me by a handful of hair. He had one hand on my hip, the other on my hair – my face now up, off the driver’s cock, moaning in pain and pleasure. I’m about to come, and so is Eddie. My back completely arched, my pussy completely soaking wet and sore, Eddie fucks the shit out of me. He doesn’t fuck me unless it’s gonna last for days. He wants me to remember that good fucking he gave me. And I always do.
Back to my husband. I’m about to come now. With Eddie on my mind, my finger on my clit and my husband in my pussy, I came. I came hard. Imagining Eddie coming inside of me, I squealed. As my orgasm was pulsating on my husband’s cock, he began to come. He felt my muscles contracting on his dick, and he gushed a huge load inside of me. He came hard. He moaned. His body quivered. He felt the heat, passion and desire within me, the juices and the contractions of pleasure, and it fueled the sensations he felt.
When we both caught our breath and entered into a relaxed state, he kissed me and said thank you as he rolled over. I leaned over and kissed him back, saying thank you as well. Although, in my head, I was saying it to Eddie.
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