2 For 1 Special

When I came home after my tryst with Omar, Henri was waiting for me on the couch, reading some material on his laptop. Sweet for him to wait up.

I entered, took off my coat, and hung it on the coat rack. I went to our bedroom and place my bag in my closet, returning to the living room. We didn't say anything, but we sat we a comical smile on our faces, wanting to ask questions but knowing that we shouldn't and plus, it didn't matter; I was home.

I looked at him, perching myself over the arm of the couch adjacent to the one he was on, the top of my breast greeting him. I showered at the motel before leaving, and told Henri as I walked away, "I'm going to change, lay down, and watch some T.V. I'll be waiting to snuggle. Don't be long."

I took off my blouse and pulled on a t-shirt, took off my pants and laid down (I came home without my panties on; they were still soaked from my wetness). Henri appears, takes off all his clothes and lays down with me. I press into him and moan delightfully. I missed him. The softness of his skin, the way he smells, how he breathes. I was home, safely burrowed in my nook, the spot between his underarm and his chest, my legs over his. And apparently, he was happy to be near me. I felt his hardened member, and instinctively touched him, softly with the pads of my finger tips. We stayed like this for an unknown amount of time, our eyes closed while I stroked. And then, for the first time in four hours, my lips touched lips with his.

I'm not sure why, but for now it is instinctive, that I have not kissed either of these two men I have fucked. I don't care to; and with all the fucking we're doing, who has time? Besides, the only kisses that still make me dizzy and wet are Henri's. And so, for the second time that night, I straddled a pair of legs. But these fit perfectly under me. And when I guided his perfectly shaped cock inside me, I held my breath, and exhaled deeply. My pussy was sore already, but I yearned for him, my beloved, his cock breaking another barrier of tightness, my teeth baring into his shoulder. I slowly gained rhythm, rubbing the pain until it went away. And still, after a two-hour fuck fest, I was soaking wet, turned on by the act, the look in his eyes, the energy lapsing on the edge of our skin. I felt him cumming and tighten my pussy around his cock, pulling myself close and rocking slowly, milking him into me.

I can't remember a time before where I have ever wanted his cum in me so bad.

I masturbated, in a usual way, with Henri finger fucking me (anally). But this time is was perfect: the way he lapped at my nipple, caressed the entry of my hole with his knuckle, and the oh so dirty things he likes to say to me now:

Do you like when Daddy trains you?

Train the tight hole?

Cum for Daddy…

And I do cum for him. And it was magnificent.

My body shivered all over. I took the little bit of strength I had left to place my Rabbit in the drawer, not even bothering to close it. Henri caressed my leg and I convulsed in goosebumps while my pussy muscles contracted. He loves to drag this out, touching my arm, breathing in my ear, slapping my ass. He knows when these orgasms are huge, and I love that about him. I also love that he is more forth coming with the anal play, which makes me comfortable and much more into it.

I love cumming for my Husband. Yesterday was amazing, though I'm still freaking out that it even happened. It was liberating, a day of firsts, in my sexual realm of experiences And though I felt a little slutty, I kind of liked it. I felt something deeper fulfilled last night that makes me think this won't be over any time soon.

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