Hair Pulling Sex God

I wasn't really in the mood for sex, but I wanted it anyway.  Wait, that's not entirely true.  I'm just about always in the mood for sex, but last night I wasn't feeling an urgent need.  I was just feeling that gnawing undercurrent of craving that I live with all the time. I was really into the idea a few hours earlier before Hubby started telling me who my friends should be.

Seriously, we were having a discussion about Daunt and Hubby started talking about who I should, and shouldn't, have as friends. He even named some women at church that he thought I should befriend.  I found it interesting that he left out all the women he screwed over the last five years, and I thought I'd really have something in common with them. 

But I kept my mouth shut and let him talk. However, on the inside I was saying, "Gee, Honey, in this century women are allowed to pick their own friends.  And, by the way, we get to vote now, too!"  I knew I was getting catty so I just let conversation die.

At bedtime, it was clear that Hubby was not going to initiate anything, so it was up to me to make it happen or go to bed frustrated - again.

I took my shower and went to bed, pulling the covers all the way back so I was laying naked on top of the sheet. Then I reached into the drawer next to the bed and pulled out Sparticus and put it on the bed next to me. I waited. 

Then I texted him and told him to come to bed. And I waited.

Eventually, he wandered into the room and a smile swept across his face as he saw me.

"It's about time," I said. "What does a girl have to do to get a good fucking around here?"

He said, "Exactly what you're doing. But give me a minute. I want put the trash cans out first."

Wow. I guess the trash couldn't wait for 30 minutes. To be fair, I know that Hubby is totally oblivious to the effect that it has on me when he says things like that. If I thought it was on purpose, that would be one thing, but this is just who he is. It really makes me wonder how he convinced me to marry him way back when I would not have ignored comments like that.

Anyway, he came back in about 5 minutes, and climbed into bed.  I asked him if he would mind at least washing his hands since he had just handled the trash. He grudgingly agreed.

When he came back to bed, I was ready.  No, I was more than ready. I had spend the majority of the time I was waiting thinking about JJ, and what he would be doing in this situation. I am 100% sure that he would say that the trash could wait.

Hubby grabbed the lube from the nightstand.  I told him, "You're not going to need that."

"Oh?" he replied as he reached down between my legs and slid a finger inside me.

"Oh! I guess we don't need this," he said, tossing the bottle of lube aside. "You should have told me you were this ready.  I would have put off taking out the trash."

Oh no, I thought. Don't even go there.  Did you really just say that???

I decided to ignore the comment. I grabbed Sparticus and put it in his hand. We were back on track quickly. He slid the large shaft inside me slowly and turned it on. I gasped. It felt better than I was expecting. Then he turned on the little vibrator and pressed it against my clit. An intense jolt of pleasure shot up my back and I squealed a bit. Hubby chuckled and turned the vibrator down just a bit.  Ah.....perfect.

I closed my eyes and remembered the last time I was alone with JJ. We stood kissing for a long time as he slowly undressed me. I sat on the edge of the bed and took off his shorts and sucked on his cock for awhile. His cock was beautiful. Hard, glistening, dripping with precum, delicious. He leaned me back on the bed, pulled my legs up and entered me. I felt that same amazing sensation I felt every time he entered me. I looked up at him and watched his face as he fucked me. I remember thinking that I'd freeze that moment in time if I could. I'd have to settle for burning it forever into my brain. It didn't take me long to come. He came soon after and seeing the look on his face as he came gave me another kind of pleasure.

I held that thought as I took the little vibrator from Hubby's hand and started holding it myself.  He kept working the big shaft of Spartacus and he leaned over and began sucking on one of my nipples. Three seconds later I was coming hard - moaning, shaking.

A minute or so later, he pulled Spartacus out of me and tossed it aside. He got up on his knees on the bed with his cock erect and jerking a little. I knew what that meant.  I rolled over onto my side and up onto my elbow and took him into my mouth. I started sucking him slowly, but very deeply, taking him in as far as I could.  Every third stroke I'd hold for a beat or two with the head of his cock in my throat. He moaned. That was exactly the response I was going for. 

He got harder and I could tell that he was going to come soon.  Just as I was getting ready to make that happen, he tapped my shoulder twice. That's our sign for "Stop now. I want to do something else." I have no idea how that signal came to be for us, but it's very clear. The shoulder tap means "stop immediately," so I did, and I looked up at him. 

He said, "I want you from behind."  I smiled.  My favorite.

As I positioned myself, my mind flashed again to the last time I was with JJ. In that room, there was a mirrored wall at the head of the bed, so I could watch him move behind me and I could watch him fuck me as much as I wanted. I pushed back the emotion I was feeling about him right then. I missed him.

But there was no mirror here.  That's not the only thing that was different. Hubby is not as thick as JJ, but he's a shade longer, so the cock inside me felt completely different - amazingly good, but different. Also, JJ pounds me hard and fast, which I absolutely love; Hubby is slow and deliberate, usually making me do most of the work. So there was no fantasizing about JJ at this point. That was clearly not him behind me.

I wanted to come again.  I tried to.  I moved a little faster.  Hubby slowed me down. I tilted my hips so I could feel his cock in just the right spot. Hubby grabbed my hips and re-positioned me. Bummer. 

He came quickly.  I couldn't see him, but I could hear the satisfaction in his voice as he moaned loudly while he released into me.

He held there for a while.  I remained still, giving him all the time he wanted to feel it. Then he reached forward and gently tugged on the hair on the back of my head, and we both burst into laughter.

When Hubby first learned about my cheating, we had many long talks about what was missing in our sex life. One of the things I shared with him was that I loved having my hair pulled. We talked about it at length.  He tried a few times, but it was a feeble attempt. In fact, it made me laugh more than it turned me on. Sometimes he'd pull it after I had already come. It was clear he wasn't into it and he just wouldn't pull hard enough.  The problem is that he can't bring himself to hurt me physically - even if I want him to. So, what started out as him trying to do something different sexually, something that I enjoy, turned into a joke between us.

He pulled out of me slowly. I rolled over. He leaned over and kissed me and said, "I love you, more than you'll ever know."

I replied, "I love you, too, you hair pulling sex god."

His face lit up and he wrapped his arms around me and kissed my forehead. I snuggled against him, really glad that he had taken the trash out earlier so he didn't have to get up now. This was a moment to burn into my brain and remember forever.