Sex Between A Married Couple – Anything But Boring

Water is lovely. I love how water and soap make me
feel, especially as a prelude to sex. Fresh from the
shower, with my hair still wet, all of me smelling of
Ivory soap, just all natural and edible. I towel off
my hair as I find my husband waiting from me in bed.
His cock is lolling on his belly, semi-erect. “Ohh,
really?” I laugh, “I see you’re waiting for me.”

He moves to sit on the edge of the bed, drawing me to
him. I gingerly lower myself to sit on his lap. “I’m
so lucky to have a girl like you” he murmurs in my
ear, between kisses. Ticklishly nibbling my ear and
neck, he cups my breast in his right hand. I squeak
in protest, as I’m having trouble sitting still under
such ticklish torture.

He releases me and I lie on my stomach on our Queen
size bed with my legs spread apart. I know he loves
this view of my body. He has told me many times that
he loves the way the female bottom looks, the curve of
the hips, the gentle separation of the cheeks. I am
anxious with anticipation, because I know he is
looking but hasn’t touched me yet. I love it when he
strokes the small of my back, and then works his way
down, caressing his way along the cleft. He loves to
excite me by nibbling the tender flesh just around my
anus. I feel a surge of excitement that resonates in
my clitoris as he circles his tongue around the little
pucker of flesh, and probes gently into the opening.
I squirm with pleasure when he does this. My arousal
is sweetened when he kisses his way up my back to my
neck. I turn my head and kiss him, knowing where his
lips have just been feasting. His kiss makes me feel
warm all over. He whispers to me, “There is nothing
in the world that tastes better than clean, kissable
girl.”

He begins to run his hands from my shoulders to the
widest part of my hips and back up again. Every time
his hand sweeps out to start back up again the
pressure of his hands draws the cleft of my ass apart.
He likes to peek, as the cleft separates, at the
little pucker of flesh hidden there. He makes a low
murmuring sound, “Mmmm,” like tasting a really great
dessert, when he finally sees it. I know he won’t be
able to resist flicking his tongue along the little
pleats of skin for long, and this makes me want it all
the more.

When I least expect it his tongue dives into the cleft
and ravenously licks and kisses the opening. I squirm
with pleasure. His tongue is unrelenting, probing a
most taboo and intimate spot. With a final flourish,
he licks a wide swath from the perineum to the little
dimple at the top of my cleft. “Uhh,” is all I can
say. He is sated for the moment, but I am all the
more aroused. I want more. To tempt him to further
attentions, I slowly move until I am on my knees with
my head still on the bed. He loves this, he can see
it all spread open. Unable to contain himself, he
unleashes a storm of kisses there again.

Continuing his kisses, his left hand lightly brushes
the hair on my labia. Gently stroking me, but not
enough. I must have his fingers find their way inside
the labia. I moan, and he understands what I want.
His index finger gently parts the cleft of my labia,
finding wetness there. Sliding his finger up the
cleft, I gasp as he finally finds the spot that causes
me so much pleasure. The finger lazily circles the
clitoris and I can’t stop myself from moving my hips
with the caress. He brings his right hand up and
inserts a finger into my vagina. My muscles contract
in response and feeling this, his finger circling my
clitoris exerts more pressure. He leans his head down
and lazily begins to flick his tongue on the opening
to my ass. My breathing speeds up as the mingling of
the sensations is so perfect.

He slowly draws the finger out of my vagina. It is
glistening with wetness. The finger begins to
lovingly circle the puckered opening. The rhythmic
clenching of my vaginal muscles makes the flesh of the
opening draw inward and blossom outward in time. His
finger gently probes the opening and begins to enter.
I moan in response to this pleasurable intrusion. The
finger slides slowly home, the opening widening to
accommodate it. He draws the finger partially out and
probes inward again.

As he continues, I reach across the bed to the table,
where I had placed some toys. I hand him a bottle of
lubricant and a beautifully iridescent bronze colored
butt-plug. He opens the lubricant and I smell the
strawberry scent of it. He massages a bit of the lube
into the opening. He leans forward and kisses me as
the butt-plug slides into my body. I murmur
encouraging phrases and he asks me to turn onto my
back.

His hand holds the butt-plug in as I roll onto my
back. He kisses me very fervently and he tells me to
hold it inside. His fingers once again circle my
clitoris. He is kneeling beside me. I grasp his
penis and slide my hand up and down its growing
length. He looks at me longingly. I smile and he
hovers closer. I turn toward him a bit. He caresses
my clitoris a bit more fervently as I take his cock
into my mouth. I take nearly all of it, rubbing the
exposed head against the roof of my mouth. I draw it
in and out rapidly, as I purse my lips to heighten the
sensation for him. He sighs, “You are so good at
that.” I release my hold on him reluctantly as his
hand leaves my mound to caress my breasts in wide
brushes of his hand.

Bending over me, he takes a nipple into his mouth. It
is the nipple of the bigger of my breasts. I laugh
and tell him “You have to stand by the bigger breast.”
This is a loving joke from when we were engaged, and
he couldn’t remember which side of me he had to stand
on at the altar. “I love the bigger breast,” he says,
“and, this one too.” “I love them both,” he mumbles
as he crushes them both together and licks both
nipples at once. He is able to suck both into his
mouth at once. The sensation is so lovely.

He kisses my mouth once more and then down my neck.
Down to the mound of my belly and over to the second
mound, this one decorated with dark hair. He parts my
legs a bit more to accommodate his torso. Gently
spreading apart the labia he dips his tongue into the
nectar, running the tip of his tongue from the opening
of my vagina to the clitoris. Flicking gently, too
gently over the swollen clitoris, pushing itself away
from my body, straining toward his tongue. I roll my
hips toward him, begging for more pressure. His
tongue pushes harder in response, no longer just the
tip caressing me, but the whole. My hips thrust
toward him begging for more. He takes my clitoris
into his mouth rolling it between his hard palate and
tongue. Rhythmically sucking, he stretches his hand
to my breast. Finding the nipple he begins to rub it
firmly in time with his tongue. He stops for a
moment, teasing me. I groan for him to continue. He
slides up my body, kissing me full on the lips. The
wetness on his face, from my arousal heightens the
sweetness of his kiss. His tongue probing my mouth as
it had my clitoris. “You taste really good.”

Leaving me wanting more, he returns to my clitoris
with a loving abandon. With his free hand he moves
the butt-plug slowly out of my body. I cry out as he
quickly slides it in again. The sensation is
delicious as the bulb slides in and out of my body. I
can’t hold back, my hips begin to move with his rhythm
as this added sensation sends me to climax. He is
unrelenting. He continues to lick firmly throughout
my orgasm and more gently as I come to myself again.

“Another?” he asks.

“Hmmmm, no, that was wonderful.”

“Well, then I think you need something bigger for your
bottom.” “What do you think?”

“Uh-huh,” is all I can say from my orgasm-induced
stupor.

“Do you want to do it, or should I?” he said.

“I want to do it while you watch me.”

I turn on my side, cradling my head in left hand. He
reaches over and pulls the butt-plug out. I open the
lubricant, smelling again the sweet scent of
artificial strawberry. I put a blob of thick lube on
the end of my finger. I gently massage it into the
opening. The finger slides in smoothly. He gasps as
he watches it disappear inside. He takes a large blue
dildo from the table and spreads the lubricant over it
as I slide my finger in and out of my ass. He cannot
take his eyes off me as I slide my finger into the
little pucker of skin.

He hands me the dildo. I position it and begin to
gently push the dildo against the resistant opening.
The muscle relaxes slowly allowing me to insert more
of it in. Slowly, I rock it back and forth, breaking
down the resistance of my pink pucker. He rubs my
back, thighs and butt as he watches me. The head of
the dildo is bigger than the shaft and my body slowly
begins to give entrance to it. I sigh as the head
finally enters me completely. I thrust it in and out
slowly, relaxing and feeling the fullness. He leans
forward kissing me fervently. “You are so hot,” he
says. “I want you so much.” I relinquish my hold on
the dildo as he takes up the probing I began.
Fondling my breast as he thrusts the dildo into me.
In and out, I sigh as the sensations overwhelm me. He
squeezes my nipple, rubbing it between his finger and
thumb. I turn my head toward him begging with my eyes
to be kissed.

He says, “I think you need to be fucked?”

“I do,” I reply. I climb to my feet at the side of
the bed, the dildo still filling me. I press my
breasts against his chest as he hugs me to him,
nuzzling my neck. He lifts his head and kisses me.

We separate. I kneel in the middle of the bed, very
conscious of the dildo, bright blue against the white
of my skin. He kneels behind me caressing my
prominent bottom. He guides his penis to my vagina.
The sensation of his penis and the dildo filling me is
explosive. He slowly withdraws and then plunges into
me again. His hand on the dildo he begins to fuck me
with it at the same time as he enters me. The
sensation of this slow invasion of both openings is so
intense I feel lightheaded.

He holds the base of the dildo to his belly, making it
a second penis. Fucking me completely, he plunges the
dildo and his penis into me at the same time. In and
out, filling me. I cry out. It is like a fantasy
I’ve had of being fucked by two men at once, but this
is better. The man I love, the man I married is
fucking me so completely that I am overcome with
emotion. “I love you!” I call to him.

He stops moving the dildo and fucks my vagina. I’m so
wet with excitement. He glides in and out, murmuring
to me how good I feel. I begin to rhythmically
squeeze the vaginal muscles, in pompoir. The
squeezing tightens my ass around the dildo heightening
my pleasure. The undulating length of my vagina
caresses his penis, and he moans. With the excitement
of the sensation of pompoir, he begins to thrust the
dildo again. The tightened openings of my ass and
vagina contract in abandon. He buries his penis deep
inside me with each thrust, the head rubbing against
my g-spot, the ecstasy of his penetration driving me
to orgasm. I cry out as I can feel the dildo and his
penis rubbing together through the thin membrane
separating them. I cling to the bed sheets in
fistfuls as I come.

He slows his thrusting to allow me to recover. He
withdraws the dildo and his penis. I gasp as they
leave my body. He adds more lubricant to my asshole
as I gather some pillows to lean on. Stroking my back
he uses his other hand to guide his penis to my
pucker. It slides in slowly. The sensation is
intense, as he is bigger than the dildo. My ass must
adjust to the size of him. He moves slowly at first,
stroking my back his hand slides around to fondle my
breast. I moan with pleasure as he begins to move
more quickly. I tighten my vaginal muscles which
causes my pucker to tighten. He moans in response to
this. I cry out “Now, this is fucking,” as he thrusts
into me. His tempo speeds up as he knows I am
enjoying him. “I love you so much,” he cries,
huskily. I clench the opening in response to his
devotion.

His penetration is stimulating someplace deep inside
me. I can’t identify exactly where it is. Maybe it
is the other side of my g-spot. His thrusting
intensifies as I cry in pleasure. I begin to stroke
my clitoris and I’m immediately engulfed in waves of
orgasm. He cries out in response to the clenching of
my pucker. His rhythm changes, it is faster and
harder. I can’t help crying out in pleasure as the
sensation intensifies. My orgasm seems to go on
forever. “Oh, I love you,” he moans in climax. The
sharp thrusting of his hips slows. He leans forward
for a moment, nuzzling the back of my neck. I sigh as
the warmth of his breath makes me shiver. He kisses
my cheek as he withdraws slowly. The void leaves me
feeling sated.

We walk to the bathroom, where he watches me have
another quick shower. We laugh about how worn out we
are. I dry off, slide into my nightgown and curl up
beside him. My head on his chest, he strokes my hair
as I fall asleep, happy.


  1. 2 Responses to “Sex Between A Married Couple – Anything But Boring”

  2. that was great. u should make more of this stuf. cant there be photos though………?

    By sarah on Dec 1, 2007

  3. I love stories of married couples and their passion.

    Of course, the excitement of a “new” relationship is easy…getting totally turned on and blown away by your spouse of a decade or two is nothing short of a miracle!

    Great story!

    By Doug Steponin on Jul 28, 2009

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