The next morning

You wake up later than usual and see that Marissa is already up and out of bed. Noises coming from downstairs tells you that she's in the kitchen with the kids, and it sounds like everyone has just finished eating breakfast. As you rub the sleep from your eyes, you slowly begin to recall the events of last night and question if everything really happened how you remember or if it was just some incredibly realistic dream. If you had anything to drink last night, you may question it more, but your mind was perfectly clear and you start getting hard at the thought. Fucking Stacy last night was wild enough, but then doing what you wanted to Marissa and having her take it, if not necessarily outwardly enjoy it, was the icing on the cake. You find yourself rubbing your cock at the memory of using her last night and wonder how things will be between the two of you now that it's a new day. Deciding there's no time like the present to find out, you climb out of bed, go to the bathroom for a morning piss, brush your teeth, put on some shorts and a t-shirt, and head downstairs.

By the time you get down, the kids have moved to the TV room where they're watching cartoons, leaving Marissa in the kitchen cleaning up. She's standing at the sink, doing the dishes, wearing a non-flattering, worn, light-blue bathrobe that effectively hides all of her curves and falls to just below her knees. She doesn't look up at you as you brush by her and pour a cup of coffee for yourself, or really even seem to acknowledge your presence. Apparently you'll have to be the one to break the ice, and you figure to just go for broke.

Setting your coffee down, you move behind her and pull up the bottom of the bathrobe to grab hold of her thick rump, roughly squeezing it in your hand before moving your mouth to her ear and whispering in it. "I loved staring at this thick ass when I fucked you from behind last night. I'm getting hard all over again just thinking about it." you tell her as you pull your dick out from the top of your shorts and begin rubbing your cock along the crack of her ass.

Shocked, she turns on you and pulls away, placing distance between the two of you and pulling her robe tight to her body before she starts scolding you in an angry whisper. "David! What's gotten into you!?" Then looking at your dick hanging out, she adds "My god! Put that away! What if the kids come in here?"

Ignoring her demands to put your cock back in your pants, you leave it lewdly hanging out and close the gap between you, a predatory smile on your face as you back her against the counter. Reaching up, you grab her fat tit through the material of the robe and fondle it as you look her in the eyes. "The kids are absorbed in their cartoons. Besides, I think I owe you a little something for last night anyway." you say as you part the lower panels of her robe with your free hand and reach down between her legs. You're pleased to find out she's not wearing any underwear and begin combing your fingers through the hair of her thick bush. Marissa tries to pull away from you, but you're quicker and stronger than her, and you grab hold of her upper arm with the hand that was just groping her tit, squeezing tight to let her know you mean business. "No no no, Marissa. You're not going anywhere!" you tell her in a stern voice, then run your finger up the length of her labia, spreading her pussy lips apart. There's actually a little bit of dampness between the folds and you're able to wiggle your middle finger up inside her tunnel.

As you begin working your digit in and out of her box, you start talking to her some more. "You may not want to admit it, but I think there's at least a little part of you that got off on what I did to you last night, got off on being used like that. I know I enjoyed every second, and I plan on things like that happening again, probably even tonight."

Her face flushes at that statement and her pussy suddenly becomes slick in excitement, but there's still a part of her mind that won't let her go there yet. "David, please don't do this. What if the kids come in here?"

"Stop worrying about the fucking kids Marissa and start concentrating on me. On how your husband is fingering you right now." you tell her, slipping a second digit into her, now wet, hole. You begin picking up your speed, curling your fingers up to hit her G-spot and causing her body to betray her. "You can't sit there and lie and tell me you don't love this right now. Your pussy juice is coating my fingers and I see you breathing heavy." you tell her as you start to finger-bang her cunt.

Marissa reaches back and places both hands on the counter to steady herself and unconsciously lets her legs spread apart a bit more to give you better access. She doesn't respond to you, but closes her eyes and leans her head back and begins letting herself get lost in the moment, breaths becoming deeper, making her chest rise and fall. There's a small part of her that's slightly disgusted by the crude way you're talking to her and treating her, but the larger part of her yearns for you to do even more. Being taken the way she was last night reminded her of some of the steamy "romance" novels she likes to read but she figured it was just the **** you had and would just be a one-time thing. To her pleasant surprise, you're already on her again this morning, and this time, it's all about her.

Moving your mouth close to her ear, you start to encourage her letting go and embracing what's happening. "There you go honey. That feels good, doesn't it? God I'm getting so turned on fingering your pussy right now, it's getting so wet! I wish my dick was inside of you instead of my fingers, but we can make that happen later. Right now, I just want to make you cum."

Marissa's body shudders and her breathing quickens, becoming more shallow as you continue your dirty talk while working her snatch. Leaning her body against the counter top, her hands involuntarily move up to her chest and begin fondling her soft tit-flesh through the fabric of the robe. Whimpers come from her closed lips as she feels the pressure in her abdomen build and the walls of her pussy begin to clench and tighten around your fingers. The pressure inside her continues to build, approaching the point of it becoming unbearable, when suddenly she lets out a screech and erupts, a fountain of her juices squirting all over your hand and forearm and splashing onto the floor.

You're shocked by this occurrence. Recently, more often than not, the two of you have needed to use some lube when you've had sex, now here she is with a puddle forming at her feet. Becoming even more turned on by what you've only seen in porn before, your hand blurs between her legs to cause wet squishing sounds to fill the air. Arm finally tiring, you slow your pace once Marissa bends at the waist and puts her hands on her thighs, face red and breathing heavy as if she just finished a race.

Withdrawing your hand from her now sopping wet gash, you realize that with Marissa's limited sexual experience and your belief that it is highly unlikely she's comfortable talking about this type of thing with her friends, she might mistakenly think she pissed all over the floor and you decide you should reassure her to prevent any embarrassment. Leaning down to move your mouth to her ear, you whisper "You have no idea how sexy that was. It strokes my ego so much to know that I can make my wife ejaculate like that." "I didn't know you could do that." you say a little louder as you stand back up and make your way to the sink.

She moves to stand next to you as you turn on the sink to wash your hands before responding in a hushed voice. "I didn't know I could do that either. That's never happened before!" she says obviously flustered and still trying to comprehend what occurred.

"See what can happen when you stop worrying about things and let yourself relax?" you say to her turning off the faucet then lifting her chin so that she's looking you in the eyes. "Now that we know you're able to ejaculate, we can keep working on it until it becomes easier and easier for you to do." you suggest, letting her know you plan on similar things happening again. There's a part of you that's disappointed it took eight years to figure out that your wife gets off on being a little submissive, but you're also excited by the future prospects. Glancing down at the floor and the puddle she made you nonchalantly suggest to her "You should probably clean that up before someone slips on it."

As you begin to walk out of the kitchen, you have another thought and decide to see how much she'll let you push the boundaries. "Oh, Marissa, one more thing. I'd like you to shave your pussy for me by the end of the day." you say, making it more of a demand than a question. "I plan on seeing for myself that you've done a good job after the kids go to bed."

"O.. OK.." she says to your unexpected request as she's beginning to bend over to clean up her cum.

You leave her there without another word, adjusting the bulge in your pants as you move into the TV room to say good-morning to your kids.