About two months ago I bought some striped socks from Costco that look exactly like the socks in the picture above. I thought they were cute, but had no clue where I would wear them or what clothes they would go with. As luck would have it, they don’t have to go [...]]]>

Super Sexy Socks

About two months ago I bought some striped socks from Costco that look exactly like the socks in the picture above. I thought they were cute, but had no clue where I would wear them or what clothes they would go with. As luck would have it, they don’t have to go with very much at all!

Saturday night, after hubby had been away, I came to bed wearing a white tank top, black and white boy short panties with flowers on them, and these striped socks.

I started off just laying on his lap and letting him rub my ass. I felt almost like a little girl waiting for a spanking. And spank me he did, although just enough to get me wet. Now I am sure some of it had to do with the fact that we had not had sex in a few days, but we then fucked like horny teenagers. He did not even take my panties off, he just pulled them to the side and shoved his cock right into me. I pulled my breasts out of the top of the tank top so that he could suck on my nipples and it felt like being back in high school when you can never really take ALL of your clothes off.

Eventually, after he came inside me, I pulled my panties off, keeping the tank top and socks on, and got onto my hands and knees. And for the second time in my life, I enjoyed the heaven that is fisting. The idea of a whole hand in my pussy had never appealed to me before, but there is nothing like his come to provide the right lubrication. Rubbing my clit with his hand twisting inside me is my new favorite way to come!

But seriously, socks?

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So even though I [...]]]> So tonight I was horny. Big surprise. I am always horny now. Luckily, I have checked with actual mental health professionals and been assured that this is my true libido, and not a manic phase about to spiral down into crack whoredom. Although really, how much are crack whores enjoying their work?

So even though I knew my husband is pretty much a sure thing, I took off my pants, put on my white tank top, and climbed into bed. I was feeling very saucy and yet very submissive, so I just knelt down on the bed with my ass facing him. I just wanted him to look at my ass for a long time. My tits are definitely my best feature, but lace boy shorts help my ass look its best. That, combined with the fact that my pussy hair was spilling out of the sides, guaranteed that I would get my ass rubbed. The rubbing then turned into ass AND pussy slapping, a very new and much loved practice from my husband.

After some slapping, he did what absolutely drives me crazy. He reached into my cunt, not by taking my panties off, but by slipping his fingers under the panties. I swear to God, I love to be fingered while wearing panties. I am not sure if it brings back memories of high school, or memories of fingering myself in my adolescence, but the feel of the lace digging into my ass and cunt gets me even wetter.

After he spent ample time worshiping my pussy in the manner it deserves, I told him that I wanted to suck his cock. No, I NEEDED to suck his cock. There is something about cock sucking that approaches prayer for me. I feel almost transcendental when sucking cock, like I was put on earth to do it. I sucked his cock last night in the basement, and he came all over my tits. And I mean ALL over my tits, as it had been a few days since we had had sex. Still, it was not enough. I needed more.

Lately my cocksucking has taken a somewhat different turn. As I said before, I have always loved to suck cock. However, it has always been something I did in a very dominant fashion. I knew I was good at it, and got off on making the guy squirm under my tongue. Now, though, I have found that I want it to be rougher. I used to laugh at porn movies where the star would start choking on some guys cock. I thought it was gross and even demeaning. And yet here I find myself, getting the wettest I have gotten in my life, from choking on my husband’s cock.

When he grabs my hair, which tonight was in two little pigtail knots on my head, it feels like I am being guided by a higher power on how to suck cock. At that point, I will do anything. He shoves my head down hard on his cock until it is buried deep in my throat and I can not breathe. I try to keep in in as long as possible, and then come up gasping for air. The first time we did this he shot off into my throat without me even tasting his come.

So tonight I was again deep throating the man I have know for 22 years, the man who is the father of my children, the man who is my best friend in the world. And yet none of that mattered, because he was simply the cock that was in my throat. It was everything, it was my whole world. He would occasionally pull my head up to look him in the eye, or to come up and kiss him, and then he would push my head right back down where it belonged.

I thought he was going to come in my mouth, or at least in my face, but it turned out he had other plans. He pulled me reluctantly off his cock, and pushed me onto my stomach on the bed. He then proceeded to fuck me, hard and fast, while my own fingers were working furiously on my clit. After he came, he shoved his slippery cock up my ass, and I had a hard time catching my breath. Normally, he puts his cock in nice and slow to give my asshole time to adjust, but not tonight. He shoved his cock as far as it would go, and just kept it there.

By this time my legs were off the bed, and I was holding onto the covers in an effort to gain some traction so I could come. When it seemed like that was not going to happen, he pulled his cock out, and replaced them with his fingers, both in my ass and my pussy. He then proceeded to finger fuck me with the same hardness and intensity as he had with his cock. I worked my clit as hard as it would go, and made my own hand go numb. His hands and mine were covered with his sperm and my pussy juice. It was a loud, sloppy mess that was not at all polite and reserved. Then I noticed something, something I had never noticed in my pussy before.

His fingers were in me in such a way as to hit my g-spot, which has been great in the past. However, this time, something about fingers on the g-spot, in my ass, and on my clit combined with the angle I was hanging off the bed caused me to start squirting. I have never squirted in my life before, and had just had a conversation online about the subject yesterday. But there I was, 36 years old, married mother of two, squirting as I came hard, so hard, on the fingers of the man I married ten years ago.

Life is good.

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This post, Feels Like the First Time, originally appeared on Minivan Libertine on 05/06/2009. If you are viewing it anywhere other than in a feed reader, it was scraped illegally and without my permission. Please email minivanlibertine at gmail dot com and let me know.
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