Like a dirty little whore.

For a long moment, nothing happened and I knelt there in the dark, waiting for whatever perversions my husband was going to make me submit to. It probably didn't last very long, but my heart was racing a mile a minute and my anticipation was making my pussy juices flow. I was hornier than I'd been in years and I could barely wait for James to get started.

Finally, I felt something press against my lips, soft but insistent. I could smell the scent of my husband's cum just beneath my nose and I instantly knew that he'd placed the tip of his penis against the entrance to my mouth. Then his words came as if out of nowhere, quiet but clear. "Open your mouth and get my cock hard again, you dirty little whore. I want to fuck you so hard that you forget your own name, you big-titted slut."

My twat pulsed as his filthy words worked their way deep into my brain, echoing there over and over, repeating ad nauseam. 'Whore' and 'slut' resonated the loudest and it was probably in that moment that I truly began to take those words and identify them as descriptions of my personalty, my desires. But even more importantly, I began to accept them and take them on as my own.

I obediently part my lips and let James insert his cock into my mouth. I moaned loudly as his jizz-covered meat slid over my tongue and the salty skin ignited a hunger that made my stomach growl appreciatively. Although he wasn't completely hard, he was stiff enough that his prick took up almost the entire space in my mouth. I swept my tongue around, teasing his tip and running across every inch of skin I could reach, loving suck his cock and urging it to grow as big as I could manage. I knew that as soon as I accomplished my goal, my husband was going to follow through on his promise and I wanted his dick inside me more than anything else in the world at that moment.

Meanwhile, James had kept up a steady stream of language that really got my engines running. "You're a good little cocksucker, aren't you? Fuck, you should see how eager you look, down on your knees, worshiping my dick like a slut should. Because that's exactly what you are, isn't it? My wife-slut who will do anything for me, use any part of her body to satisfy her desires and mine. I bet you're going to be giving me tons of blowjobs from now on, aren't you, because you obviously can't get enough of my cockmeat."

Oh god, he was so right. My only thoughts were about his dick, how much I loved it and what I wanted it to do to my body. My entire being in that moment was laser-focused on our shared pleasure. So much so, that when he pulled his saliva-dripping cock from my lips, I felt utterly shocked and bereft.

That feeling only lasted a second. I heard James stand up and felt his tip brush against my cheek, slick and erect again. He commandingly reached under my arm and brought me to a standing position, turning me until I was facing away from our bed. He placed a hand on my ass--a feature not quite as curvy as my rack, but still appreciable--and guided me across the room. "Raise your hands, palms up," he told me. I complied and immediately felt a wall in front of me. My suspicions as to what was going to happen next were confirmed when James said, "Bend over and present yourself to me. It's time for your fucking. Are you ready?"

In response, I did as he asked and spread my feet apart as wide as I could without losing balance. I knew that James would have a perfect view of my honeypot in this position, could probably see it dripping and smell its scent. I said, "Does my pussy look ready, you beast? Stop talking and just fuck me with your huge dick already! I can't wait any longer!"

I could hear James chuckle. I felt a kiss on my naked shoulder blade and a whisper in my ear. "My lovely, sexy, dirty little whore. You're amazing." His words, contrary to their meanings, sounded like terms of endearment when he said them to me and knew he meant them as such.

Then, as if he was driven by some inner animal, James took my hips in his strong hands and thrust his cock so deeply inside me that I thought I was going to die from pleasure. The night had been one long escalation of lust and libido. I'd been teased all night long and done a lot of teasing in turn, but I hadn't experienced any contact with my genitals before my husband plunged home. All of which is to say that it shouldn't be a shock that I starting orgasming on my husband's second stroke.

My pussy began spasming, squeezing his shaft in a tight embrace that rippled up and down his length. The **** of the orgasm was a surprise and after a quick gasp, I almost lost my ability to breath. The air I could get in was enough to keep me riding my high as James never paused in his fucking.

I lost my grip against the wall and fell forward, off balance due to my wide stance. My chest crashed against the wall, my ever-sensitive, large boobs taking most of the blow, meaning there was more pleasure than pain as my rubber-tipped nipples dragged against the smooth wall surface. I thought James might slow down or stop to let me regain my footing but he never paused. In fact, have me pinned against the wall, my whole body immobilized seemed to excite him even further. His already furious pounding picked up in pace and I felt an unbridled roughness normally absent from our sex life. This wasn't our normal love-making but true, carnalistic fucking.

I came again a couple of minutes after the first, my cunt unable to hold back as I lost myself in the pounding I was receiving from my husband. This second orgasm left my entire body weak and my legs couldn't hold me anymore. I sagged back and James instantly took my entire weight in his arms. He held me up, his finely-muscled arms wrapped around me like a straight-jacket, squishing my still cum-coated tits together into one plump mound.

Soon, his strokes began to shorten and I could feel his dick trembling inside me. His ability to speak went haywire and words spewed forth in jagged gasps. "Fuck! Whore! Cunt! Cumming! Shit! Pussy! Whore! Goddamnit!"

He screamed wordlessly and pierced my with one last jerk, letting loose his load right near my womb. I could feel his baby-juices sloshing around deep inside my pussy and I have to admit, I never felt so satisfied. I used what strength I had left to compress my cunt-walls around his shaft and coaxed every last drop from his balls.

When he pulled free, I became like a bottle who's cork just got popped, my juices and his cum sliding down my thighs in major streams. My husband then bent down and lifted me up in his arms, carrying me like a newlywed back to our bed. He laid me gently onto our sheets and pulled off the mask. His eyes were happy but tinged with uncertainty, perhaps wondering if we might have taken things too far. But all he saw from me was exhaustion and loving contentment. We'd been married long enough for him to understand that not only did I fully enjoy myself that evening, but I was already raising the bar on expectations for next week.

He climbed in beside me and pulled me close. He was asleep minutes later but I took a bit longer to close my eyes. Again, my thoughts we racing, reveling in the unexpected delights the night had brought and planning for next week.