Nocturnal Chat #7

Forgotten Password

Where the fuck have you been?!
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry, WHAT?
I'm sorry Queen Black Pearl!
You know you must feel my wrath now, don't you?
Yes, my queen, anything you wish.
Anything?
Yes.
Good, go get IT.
But...my Queen, you promised after last time to never...
Are you questioning me?!
No Queen, it's just...
Didn't you forsake me? Aren't you the one wearing the dog collar? Don't I reign supreme over that azz of yours?
Yes...yes...and (gulp) yes.
Then do as I say. NOW!!!
Yes, Queen.
When he returns, he is crawling on his hands and knees with IT dangling between his teeth. Fear and desire evident behind his partially closed eyelids. I take IT from him, stand up, and put IT on. The weight of IT already making me powerfully wet. I sit back down and spread my legs.
Suck IT and eat me.
He hesitates for the briefest of moments then proceeds to run his tongue down the length of IT and ending with his tongue inside my hot love tunnel. He's slow and methodic and I know he absolutely hates doing it, but what choice does he have. Either do it or I find someone who will. I lean my head back and enjoy his alternating licking and sucking of both me and IT.
Turn it on.
With a deft flip of his finger tiny vibrations radiate my clit. I grab onto the armrests and let my pussy juice rain down his lips, tongue and throat. I let the orgasm wash over me completely and give him a few moments to ready himself. He knows what's cumming next.
Turn around.
But...Queen. Pleeeeeeaasssssse. I will do anything else. I'll never make that mistake again. Please. No.
I said TURN. THE. FUCK. A. ROUND. NOW!
(whimper) Yes, my Queen.
I placed one palm on each of his round ass cheeks, spread them nice and wide, in my head I do a mental countdown of all the shit that brought us here, and when I reached number one I thrust IT deep into his no fly zone. No lube, no spit, just pure FIRE.
I am blind with power. This sex. My sex. Overwhelmed him. He bucked, he tried getting away, he clawed at the carpet below him. Somehow I became mightier. I possessed a new strength women only dream of. With the vibration still on and the straps digging into my pussy, clit, inner thighs, and ass, I am rewarded with wave after wave after luxurious wave of ecstacy. I kept going. Tears in my eyes as I ravaged his asshole with IT.
Peaches.
No.
Ice-cream
Uh Uh.
Licorice
Wrong again.
Ok, for real baby... I can't...I can't remember...the...the...safe word.
Desire has taken over my usually rational mind because the leather straps are pleasantly rubbing me and my juices drip as I stroke him back and forth. Back and forth. Back. And. Forth. Oh. Mmm. Uh. No password. Then you know what you have to do to make IT stop.
(Whimper) With shaking fingers he reaches up and starts rubbing his dick. My pussy love is pouring down my lips, to my thighs, to his nuts, to his dick. His hands soon become moist with nothing but sweet liquid lava. The more he handles his package, the deeper I thrust. The deeper I thrust, the wetter I get. Now we're both moving to this insane rhythm I've created. My head is back, hair tickling my ass, nails digging into the soft flesh of his rear. MMmmm. Oh. God. Cum for me bitch. Do it now. Stroke your shit till every drop is on this carpet.
Yes. Queen. Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. Ohhhhhhhhh FUCK!!!!
Gasp. Sigh.
I slide IT out of this spent and quivering excuse of a man. You're free to do as you please now.
Be gone.

Nocturnal Chat #6

Photo Shoot ;-)

I dropped the kids off at my mother's . I made sure my husband was off to work. I pulled the blinds shut so the neighbors couldn't see in. I got all my outfits, shoes, toys, and accessories lined up and ready to go. My hair and makeup - flawless. He texted, "Is the coast clear?" Yup.
I let him in moments later. We hugged. Discussed details as I watched him set up his equipment. Which outfit to wear first? "How bout the fishnets and black stilettos in the living room?" OK.
He set me up with a few Tyra Banks type poses of just my crooked legs in the five inch heels. "I'm gonna need you to take the top off." OK.
We were only into the shoot for 15 minutes and already I was getting wet. Couldn't tell him that though. Focus.
"Ok, where's that shirt you wanted to wear of his, go put that on."
He had me pose leaning over the dining room table and chairs. Exposing just enough of my round ass to keep the progression flirtatious. I was told to talk as if I was on the phone with my husband having phone sex. How could I tell him that never happened? Flash.
"Spread your legs and fondle a breast at the same time". Nice. "You said you wanted to get some in the doorway? Let's see."
I struck a pose with my back to the door, pulled my hands through my hair and arched my back. "Come closer". He was on the floor and had the camera trained on me from the crotch up. I still had on hubby's purple dress shirt, a pair of silk lace thigh highs, black stilettos, and a black g-string...and the photographer is between my legs. If he removed the camera lens, all I would have to do is sit down to offer him a taste. Breathe. Focus. Flash.
He clears his throat. "Wow, um, why don't you change outfits and we can get some in your room". As I'm switching into the white bustier, with garter and thong to match, and change to the white stilettos, he pears into the room looking down at his camera, "Um, so you said your husband doesn't take care of you in here?" I don't look up but continued dressing. "I can't imagine why not...wait don't put the thong on yet, I want to get you putting them on really slowly".
I do as I'm told. I lay on my back with my legs crisscrossed just so the peak of my feminine V is showing over my hershey thighs. I arch my back slightly, hook an end of the g-string on to the back of my right heel, and slowly bring it towards me. It's a cool 73 degrees in the house but I feel like my pussy is on fire. I hope I don't start to leak in the pictures, not that I wouldn't find that extremely erotic, problem is my husband will want to know what got me so wet in the picture. Focus. Flash.
"Flip over".
I'm on my stomach. He gently lifts both my ankles upwards towards my behind. I feel him tug the left side of my g-string and place it over the heel of my right foot. I can picture what he's doing. I sent him this pose and told him I had to have it. His hands are on my waist pulling my ass in the direction of his hard black lens. My pulse is racing. My palms sweaty. He takes a few shots like that.
"Whew, um, let's...um...you said you have some of his ties?"
I point to the box on the floor. He forgot to disconnect me and quickly jumps back up to remedy the mistake. He riffles through the box and pulls out a few ties. And barely audible, he whispers, "Take off all of your clothes, if it's ok, I'm going to tie you up in these". Sure. He looks up in disbelief and smiles a devilishly coy smile.
Once I'm fully naked, he asks me to lay face down. He put my husband's blindfold on me and proceeds to tie me up in what feels like a hundred ties in a hundred knots. My arms are crossed tightly over my now quivering from nervous excitement ass, and my feet are bound taut. He applies the final tie by drawing it between my lovely chocolate cheeks and places it in my palm so that I'm actually pulling my heels. It's quiet.
Flash. "You're wondering where I am and what I'm doing, right?"
Flash. "You're thinking, what have I gotten myself into?"
Flash. "If I licked your ass right now, you couldn't do anything about it".
Flash. "I should have gagged you". Flash. Flash. Flash.
I say nothing. Remain still. Focused.
The blindfold is lifted slightly. His eyes piercing mine wide with fear and lust. "I can smell your pussy, and it is very inviting. I should thank you for letting me do this". Blindfold replaced.
I feel myself being shifted to open my legs more. I feel his cold hands snaking their way up my thighs. I feel his thumb lift the tie between my cheeks and fingers glide down towards my hot pulsating love box. He dips a finger in. I inhale. He adds another, then another. I lose count. I'm soaked and realize I'm whimpering. My shoulders hurt but I don't care. I want more. My husband will be home in less than an hour but I've wandered into this place of decadence and silk, no turning back. The bed sinks below me as my hips are raised to meet his hungry mouth. At first he just laps at my clit like a thirsty kitten. Slowly. Deliberately. I think I'm dreaming. With his fingers still dripping with my creamy essence he inserts one, then two into my third eye and I spasm. I'm still holding the tie and pull it and him deeper into my pussy. His tongue has long stopped introducing itself and is now having a full fledged conversation. Thrusting his tongue deeper and deeper into the folds of my vagina. Uh, Mm, Uh, Oh, Ooooooooooooh. I feel hot liquid being sucked and drained from me as I cum over and over again.
As I lay shuddering and trying to normalize my breathing, he removes the ties and places them back in the box. He removes the blindfold. Our eyes meet. He winks, licks his lips, and starts to pack up his equipment.
"Just in case your husband doesn't thank you properly for these pictures, I wanted to make sure someone did."Focus.

I wanna go outside...in the rain...

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It's thundering and lightning outside and I would love nothing more than to run out on my deck bukked ass nekked and get screwed on my lovely deck swing. Another of my many fantasies that I would like to see cum to life. Sex in the rain would be so slippery, moist, cool to the touch, and just plain sexy. Hair would get all matted and bodies would get silhouetted by each flash of lightning (shoulda made this a nocturnal chat, right?) No, I wanna talk about the idea of an actual fantasy. This blog has now taken on a life of it's own. It breathes for me, puts a fire in me, and helps me fight the urge to make some drastic phone calls. When I finish a post, it's almost like I'm having this secret, delicious affair with my readers (though few). I get a charge from the comments, I feel validated as a highly sexual woman that I'm not alone. It gives me hope that maybe one day my husband will look at me with so much lust and hunger in his eyes that I'll cum instantaneously from the shock of it. I love him, of course, and I love my children, no question...but sometimes...sometimes when I close my eyes and fantasize I think about making all of my dirty thoughts a reality by any means necessary. Does that put me in the horrible category of a desperate housewife? Will I be so hard up for the sexual attention I crave that one day the cable guy will become my victim? Or maybe I'll be like some of these other online wives that have their secret blogs detailing their tawdry affairs? Hmmmm...for now, I have this blog and the drive to keep showing and telling my husband just what the hell he got himself into.

Nocturnal Chat #3

Don't Talk...Just Let Me

I'm washing dishes when he gets home from work. He doesn't say anything so I assume he's had another rough day. He goes out of his way to come plant a kiss on the back of neck on his way to the bathroom.

Shower's running.
The baby just went down for a nap and I welcome the quiet of the house.

Shower stops.
I continue the tedious task of washing the dishes.

He comes back into the kitchen naked. Odd. The windows are open. Must need something quick. He does. Me.

He walks up to me pulls my ponytail and wraps it around his fingers. Dick hard. He plants a rough, scratchy kiss on the nape of my neck and whispers, "Don't talk, just let me fuck you before the baby wakes up". Nipple pinch.

He pulls me by my ponytail into the bedroom and throws me on the bed face down. Skirt hiked up. Panties ripped off.

Dick slammed into my barely wet pussy. Pleasant ouch. He's got his fist inside my hair and is pulling the ponytail from the inside out. Grunting and heavy breathing.

Pussy starts getting wet for him. Purring softly as fingertips caress clit. Eyes shut. Cumming. Damn.

"What's for dinner?"

Irresponsible or Healthy?

Irresponsible might be a poor choice of words, but is it irresponsible or healthy to continue to have sexual fantasies that you want to fulfill with your spouse? The whole reason this blog came into existence is because I'm an overly sexual being and have been repressing much of my sexuality because a) my hubby is my complete opposite and 6) we don't have the "time" or "means" to entertain me. The conversation came up about fantasies and the question was posed to me, "You still want to fulfill your fantasies now? Didn't you get those out of your system when we got married?" UM, NO! I still want a threesome, I still want to have sex in locations where the element of getting caught is there, I still want to go to a "sexy" party or sex expo. I have a mental locker near busting at the seams filled with unfulfilled fantasies and more important, fantasies that I'd like to fulfill with him!

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I mean, where is this unwritten rule that says once you get married you have to relinquish those fantasies and just have "normal" sex? I asked him if he wanted complete honestly (and believe me this is not the first nor will it be the last time that we've had this conversation, but each time I think he hopes my answers will change) and basically reminded him of what I like, what I am capable of, what I need, what turns me on and off, and the myriad of fantasies that are locked up in my sexual psyche. He feigned surprise but this discussion of ours went into the wee hours of the morning. He feels that he got his fantasies out of his system before we got married and it doesn't "interest" him in doing those things with me. Ouch! When I asked him why not, he couldn't give me a definitive explanation other than the fact that "you're my wife now". Hm? I decided to take this opportunity of openness and really get him talking. I went with the obvious man fantasy of having two women, and I asked him, "How would you feel if I said yes to that?" He feels that 3somes either way won't work and that they'd turn into some Wendy Williams advice hour type shit where one person is left feeling vulnerable and another will possibly start to question the relationship. After an hour of this, I finally got him to say that he might be open to a 3some but only at a "sexy" party where I would have to prep him first and get him good and liquored up. I made him really think about realistic fantasies that he could see enjoying with me and he came up with a few: on a private beach (did we somehow hit the lottery and I didn't know?), role playing in a bar as strangers (more doable), on a car hood...making progress, right? After over three hours of discussion, and even being so bold as to ask, "If one person in a marriage is not getting satisfied after making several attempts to get their spouse to be more open, would you blame them for stepping outside the marriage?" After a long pause, he said, "No, I guess I wouldn't...I will try to do make more of an effort to appreciate how unbelievably sexual my wife is, ok?"

OK!