Time to Head Home

My husband stands up and I lead him briskly out of the back room, through the main area of the club. The music is blaring but he almost seems in a daze, he knocks into one of the servers knocking her tray of drinks to the floor. I stop and bend over, apologising profusely and help her pick up the spilled glasses. We are on a mission now, quickly walking out to the car he resumes his seat on the passenger's side and I get in to drive.

The drive home is quiet, his hand wandering over to my leg on more than one occasion, each time I shoo it away and tell him to wait. As we get home we walk up to the door, hand in hand. As soon as it is closed behind us I push him back against it. With one swift motion I have his pants around his ankles and dig my fingers into his cum filled underwear. I carefully lower these and see that his cock is starting to rouse from its slumber. I attack it eagerly with my mouth, licking it until it has fully hardened. I can taste the drying cum that had nowhere to escape all over his cock and my pussy is now fully soaked. It doesn't take long before my husband relaxes and I bob up and down with a passion I haven't felt in years. Jasmine rubbing herself on my husband was the fucking sexiest thing I have ever seen and I wanted to show my appreciation for the view I had.

Without warning my husband stand me up, grabs me roughly and bends me over the stair railing near the front door. He has never been this forceful before, he must have really been turned on by the evening's events as well. He finishes removing his underwear, picks them up and shoves them roughly in my mouth. The taste of cum as well as the gagging feeling for how rough he had been just made me want him more. In one swift motion he flips the hem of my skirt up, pulls my panties down just enough and rams his cock all the way inside me with a grunt and from there he starts to piston in and out rapidly increasing his pace. I can feel my tits trying their hardest to free themselves, bound in by my blouse so I help them along and undo the buttons on my top. My husband helps along by undoing my bra from his vantage point ramming his cock deep inside me from the back. As soon as my breasts fall free they are dragged into the rhythmic pounding being jarred as I am roughly jammed up against the stair's handhold. The power I can feel in my husband's actions is everything I could have imagined, I have never been so turned on with being used. I was being used by my husband for his sexual pleasure and I didn't care because I was just as turned on as he was.

I felt myself orgasm at least twice before my husband told me to kneel in front of him. I grabbed his cock and stroked it, planting a couple of kisses on the head. It wasn't long before I could see his balls tighten and the cum erupt from his dick. It arced out and over hitting me in the face, on my tits and bra. I came again and shuddered collapsing into his legs with his deflating cock hanging above me.

"Aren't you glad I took you out tonight babe?"

"Oh yeah", he answered breathlessly.

"Time for a shower then?"

"I need to collapse into bed, this evening as completely worn me out."

"Here, let me help get you out of those clothes."

I undid each of the buttons on his shirt savouring the smell of his musk and sweat that had built up from fucking me like never before. I removed what remained of my clothing and we both got in the shower for a quick wash. Neither of us could stand much so we washed off quickly, dried off and fell into bed. I fell asleep almost instantaneously with a smile on my face that I had finally done it and let my husband know how I felt.