Getting What I Want, With a Twist

I had been wanting to be taken from behind for several days. It’s been a while, as my husband has been ill and then developed stubborn bronchitis. I had of course been letting him rest and when he finally was ready for some action, we kept it to activities where he could remain more or less stationary… cowgirl, blow jobs, mutual masturbation, etc.

As he’s been recovering, I put a little birdie in his ear that I would very much enjoy being bent over whenever he felt up to it (but certainly not before).

Last evening, as we were cuddled up in our “exclusive love club” as we call it (which sometimes but not always leads to sex), he started to playfully smack my ass, which was still blue jean clad. I silently hoped today was the day I’d find myself on all fours. He smacked my ass a little harder and gave a mischievous little groan and I knew it was on.

To be sure, I lifted my rump a bit off the bed and did a little wiggle. He lifted to his knees to rub the two firm curves of my ass and then brought his fingers down to rub between my legs, still over my jeans. That was all I needed. I was moist and ready. I’m getting wet again just writing about it.

My husband has knee problems and his current positition wouldn’t be sustainable, so I suggested he stand by the bed. While he did so, I got on my knees, bent down, backed my ass towards him, and began to pull down my jeans and panties. As he removed his pants, I giddily separated my legs and lowered myself to the right level.

But he surprised me by demanding, “put your mouth on my cock.” I immediately turned to comply, imagining he needed a little assistance to get to a state suitable for ramming, but I discovered instead a beautiful, hard rod. He had simply wanted a little face time before getting down to it.

I flicked my tongue on the head of his cock, taking in his scent. I gave it a little kiss right on the tip, then dived down, my mouth firmly enveloping the shaft as I sucked down towards the base. He pressed my head gently but firmly down more towards the base, forcing his head to the back of my throat. I gagged a little, but not unpleasantly so. I smiled up to him, knowing I’d see his trademark mischievous, naughty grin. He then, in a swift action, turned me back over to my knees. It wasn’t as smooth and flawless a turn and twist as when we were younger, but we’re getting back there!

I was wet enough for him to slide right in and slowly and rhythmically we pulled away and pressed towards each other. On all fours is one of the few positions where I occasionally experience a little pain, so we’re always slow and careful at first, but I quickly realized I could handle and wanted to handle all of him. I picked up my pace and circled around him with my hips, letting him in deep. It felt so f’ing good, I was soon pulling the sheets with my grasped fists, my face stuffed in the mattress, and my ass in the air, telling him over and over how much I needed dick, needed his dick, and needed to be bent over and open for him like this.

He picked up his pace and I felt every glorious inch of him. I could have been fucked like that for hours. But… I sensed something. He was flagging, slowing down. His breathing was labored and not in a sexy way. The bronchitis! My poor sweetheart! He was suffering just to give it to his little sex fiend of a wife!

I slowed down and communicated with my body for him to come to a stop. He was still pretty hard and I was certainly on fire, so I thought I would turn around, spread, and finish my business myself for him to see. But, I felt so hot on all fours, my pussy and ass up and out on display. I wasn’t ready yet to change position.

So I reached down under me and began to rub my clit, still on all fours with my husband standing behind me, gently touching himself. I was soggy wet and my clit was throbbing, so there was no gentle for me. I went for it. It felt good, but I wasn’t sure I could bring myself to orgasm that moment necessarily. But then I realized what was missing: dick. It was dick I needed after all! I knew there was little movement he could do, so I ask him to put the head of his cock on my pussy lips, right outside the door, while I worked my clit.

That’s all it took! The physical sensation of the gentle pressure of his tip, like a kiss, combined with the insanely erotic knowledge that a cock was touching my pussy, just the visualization of it while I was blind to it turned around… I came and I came hard! I was shocked! I exclaimed to him that I was coming – like there was any way he couldn’t tell! He came then, too, on my still rubbing hand and pussy lips. Wow. I collapsed, my breath ragged, euphoric.

It turns our I got just what I wanted, just not in the way I thought!

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6 replies
  1. PK says:

    Great story! I have a random question – did you used to write for the site Christian Nymphos? I only ask because your name here is BiancaNutmeg and I remember that everyone who wrote for that site had names after spices and one person was called Nutmeg. Lol

  2. ladygarden says:

    @BiancaNutmeg: "so I asked him to put the head of his cock on my pussy lips, right outside the door, while I worked my clit…He had simply wanted a little face time before getting down to it."

    Fantastic writing and visualization, this made me tingle all over. Poor husband yet sounds like you both know how to handle those scary issues. Why do we have to get old? 😀 You seem like a sweet, hot, loving couple. Thank you for sharing this intimately beautiful hot story.

    You are Loved!
    LadyGarden

  3. Marie Lister says:

    Congratulations BiancaNutmeg on your first MarriageHeat story. You excellently described a very erotic encounter with an abundance of heat. I was fanning myself while reading it.

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