Husband gets home

Even just listening to my husband with his secretary was enough to make me wetter than normal and I felt like our marriage was now stronger that we were indulging in my fantasies.

After my shower I started to get dinner ready, just a normal evening at home with my husband, watch the news, maybe some Netflix and just relax. When my husband walked through the door he came over and gave me a peck on the cheek like he did every night and then retreated to his office. It wasn't long before I had served our meals and called him out to eat. The way that the rest of the night went, just as I had planned you wouldn't have thought that my husband had been blown by his secretary just hours before while i masturbated to it. Both of us get to bed content at the fantasy exploration we had been through today.

I awoke in the morning feeling completely refreshed, fantasy fulfilled for now I made myself coffee and some toast, then my husband came down to joing me.

"Did you enjoy the conversation we had honey?"

I choked a little on my food when he asked me this and all I could do was nod. This seemed to bring a smile to his face and I finished off my breakfast in silence while he just watched me.

When I had finished and I was about to start cleaning up he moved his chair back and started to undo his belt.

"Hey, honey, make my dick hard. You know like Lucy does."

I stared at his pants almost in shock, it hadn't taken long for my husband to start taking a more dominating role in my fantasy.

"Her big round tits, tight little ass, she gets my dick hard all the time."

I knelt down in front of him as his cock sprang free from its confines already starting to stir.

"Wow, your dick is already getting hard."

I take a hold and start to gently stroke it.

"That's what happens when I think about her. Lucy bends over for me sometimes, I see her outside my office and watch her skirt lift showing me the bottom of her ass."

His cock had gotten harder while speaking and my own pussy had gotten really wet.

"I might have to stay back after work more often and fuck her."

"I wish you would."

My pussy was dripping now and his cock was rock hard. I lowered my head down onto it and began to lick and suck.

"I'm imagining Lucy's here sucking my cock again instead of you. Oh yeah Lucy. I'd like to have Lucy under my desk every day, cumming on those thick tits."

My pace had increased and I had dropped my own hand down into my panties to take care of my sopping cunt. The words hitting the pleasure centres of my brain just as much as the rubbing of my clit.

"Oh yeah Lucy, take it deep, use your tongue Lucy, I really like your tongue. That's right, work daddy's dick. Oh Lucy, your lips are so good, oh yeah. I think I might have to take Lucy on a business trip, away from here, away from you. You'd like that wouldn't you honey, just thinking about the prettier, hotter, younger slut draining my balls, having her pussy filled up with my cock."

My own rubbing had gotten more intense and I could feel myself getting close, my husbands words like a second hand rubbing alongside my own heightening the pleasure immensely.

"Look at you, milking my cock like it's the last you'll ever get. Oh Lucy, long, smooth strokes Lucy, oh yeah, keep working it. I'm gonna cum down your throat Lucy, keep going, oh Lucy...I'm going to cum...oh yeah...ugggggghahaghhhhh."

My mouth had never been so full of cum as my husbands cock exploded within, I was also getting so close my hand rubbing furiously as I lent back and watched his twitching cock ozing out the last bits of cum.

"Woah Lucy, that was so much better than my wife ever was. I think you should stop now, take your hand out of your cunt."

What? I was so close, I needed to finish and I don't think I heard him well.

"I said stop honey, stop fingering your pussy right the fuck now, I mean it."

The **** that he said these words to me caught me off guard, they hid a passion that I had known he had had but rarely expressed. I stopped and pulled my hand out immediately, looking at him with pleading eyes.

"Please babe, I'm so close, I need it, I really need it."

"I don't care, I want you to cool off, go and take a shower. AND don't even think about playing with yourself."

I had never been more sexually frustrated in my life. But being ordered around by my husband was as much of a turn on as listening to him fuck his secretary.