Blacked Out Entry
It was 9:30 pm on Halloween Night, after a long day we were about to put the kiddies to bed and enjoy some much needed grownup time while watching a Halloween marathon. I had taken an early shower and decided to plug it up, just in case the mood struck my fancy. I tried to tease him while one of the little ones were in the shower by climbing on top of him and asking him to reach in to my pajama pants. He didn't reach quite far enough to feel my little surprise and then, of course, the baby woke up. After that, I figured I had it in for about 4 hours and thought, "He's gonna pull his usual stunts, why bother", and I took it out. Shortly thereafter the power on our entire block went out and it was lights out for the kiddies. He had joked about giving me some romance and know the gods had stepped in and forced his hand. With candles lit, he comically gave me his version of a strip show, I was delighted. Then I asked him what I always ask him, "Honey, can you give yourself a few strokes for me?" Of course, he said no as he always does, except this time he says it while playfully stroking. Again, I was tickled and now a little turned on. I asked him to please do it for real, and he obliged with 3 good long strokes. I felt the first throb at the tip of my clit. I'm thinking this could be a night to end all nights, so why stop there. I suggested we play one of the 10 erotic games we have hidden in the headboard that we never play. My surprise, he agreed. I didn't even hesitate as I whipped out one of the newer ones with the wrapping still on. We took turns admitting our turn ons and dislikes, kissing and petting, massaging and rekindling...it was great. The only thing that would have made the game better would have been if we could have incorporated food (blackout remember? didn't want to open the fridge) and alcohol (still breastfeeding), but we made the best of it. After moving from the intimate to passionate to steamy round of the game, it was time to put the game away and start our own.
He started by kissing me tenderly, which for him was always a challenge, and then he let his hands take over exploring different angles of my body. He took a breast in both hands and sucked carefully as to not take food from his son. Then his massively strong fingers found their way between my legs where he inserted not one, not two, but three fingers to dance and play on the inner caverns of my honey walls. I was soaked and dripping down his wrist, yearning for more, and he didn't disappoint by taking my mouth with his again but this time more forcefully. I felt the day of trick or treating fade away into the distance and it was replaced by the most wonderfully loving feeling. Slowly, very slowly, he hovered atop of me, eyes on mine, hands planted firmly on each side of me, he slid inside my warm, anticipating love nest. Stroke after stroke after glorious stroke we matched each others stride. I could feel him swelling with every arch of my back, every rack of my nails across his back, and every clench of my thighs. It was perfect, but...I wanted more. At first I thought that I wanted to taste myself on him, slip him between my lips and let my tongue lap up the juices we had created together, but I realized that wasn't it. I'd been in this bed with him more times than I can count and we still hadn't crossed "that certain" bridge together. There was always some excuse, but tonight on All Hallow's Eve with the full moon and the candle casting our sexual shadows all over our bedroom walls, I decided once and for all this would be the night! He knew I had been prepping my tight virginal bud for weeks, but little did he know that I had been challenged by another to turn this fantasy of mine into a reality. At that precise moment he flipped me onto my stomach and pulled my sumptuous behind in his direction, just as he made the connection, I turned and said, "Take me in my ass." He continued to ride me and I could feel another orgasm flood my insides. "Are you sure? I don't want to hurt you". The sincerity in his voice only fueled my desire, "YES, PLEASE!" I begged. He slowed down the tempo, lowered himself down to pull my face towards him, and he planted such a sweet kiss to my temple, I all but fell in love over again. He slid out of me just long enough to get the lube and a condom. Just watching him prepare made my eyes water, I so was happy that I couldn't stop the tears from falling. Whether intentionally or not as he put the condom on in full view of my adoring eyes he lathered on the lubrication and stroked long and hard and unabashed for me. I came on sight. The image will forever be branded in my mind, and the joy I felt was instantly replaced by longing. I didn't want to rush him as it was his first time with me, but I was anxious. Did I stretch it enough? Will I be able to take him all in? Will it hurt? Will he enjoy it? Will I enjoy it? All of these questions buzzed like annoying little bees that he shooed away with a tender embrace and long sensuous kiss. "Are you ready?" I couldn't even answer, I just nodded. With a surgeon's care, he deflowered my tightest resting place. I braced myself when his fat head crossed over my entry way, and I bucked to greet him. The continuous moans of pleasure pain that followed as he inched his way all the way inside were like nothing I ever felt before. As a rode this amber wave, I couldn't stop myself from screaming, crying, clawing for more. The hurt was so good and the good was even better. I could feel every single fiber of his being in the confines of my hallowed halls and it almost rendered me speechless. He grabbed one of my breast in his cum position but asked first, "Do you want me to cum?" Without hesitation, I shouted, "NO... PLEASE ...NOT YET...TOO GOOD ...TO STOP NOW!!" And he didn't. This man of mine that likes the status quo had given me my obsession, he let go of his own hangups and fears and handed me one of my fantasies on a silver platter. I came so tragically hard I almost blacked out. The orgasmic ripple that went from deep within my ass all the way to the inner most core of my pussy. I was spent. I was satiated. I was happy. I proudly announced, "You can cum now for me baby, you can cum all you want!" And he did, and feeling his pleasure stick contract and release, sent me into another delicious explosion. He quietly ran his fingertips the length of my torso as I lay there almost whimpering trying to catch a breath. In the far reaches of my mind, I still couldn't help but think - I wonder what that would have felt like with two? Maybe next blackout!