In the Closet

He's discovered I like making love in his closet.
I've been in there a million times and it does nothing to me when I'm alone. The smell isn't him but it reminds me of him.
The first time, I held his hand and pulled him inside.
"Lights on or off?" I asked.
Confused, he simply picked - it's both his best and his worst feature.
"Off," he says.
I flip the switch off and pull the door closed.
To bond him with the idea, I kiss him. I love kissing my husband. It was afternoon, on a Saturday so his face was scratchy and he smelled of his brief outdoor foray to drop the trash in the bin. To me a quite masculine smell but I was a bit hormonal that day. I kissed his cheek one more time then began loosening his belt.
His hands held my shoulders for the kiss. Now they sought my breasts, those huge rough paws covering me, warm through blouse and bra. I sighed happily and yanked the zipper down. Now it was him kissing me.
I'd certified in navigating his underwear some time ago so in no time I had his penis in my hand. He's no expert in its' use but he's learning. I knelt before him, missing his hands on me but kissed the tip of his dick and felt it bob in response. This always makes me laugh and then I licked the tip all over, gaining a happy snort from him when I touched the underside.
His hand gratefully cupped my head, my ponytail between two fingers. He didn't move me, he just let me do what I want.
I bobbed down on him, lips softly caressing the warm shaft, feeling his life and pleasure as if my own. 'You gave me two babies' I told the cock in my mind. 'Now it's time to thank you again.'
I pulled away and scrunching down, reached up to kiss his scrotum istanbul escort and to tell his testicles I loved them, too. That is a tongue thing and I wet him thoroughly, loving the musky, sweaty scent of man. 'My man', I thought.
But the closet thing, I thought. "Turn around," I told him.
He began a verbal protest not knowing what I wanted but I pushed gently and he turned. His funny bottom before me, I almost giggled but that would screw the mood. His ass is huge, not like a man's bottom at all. It basically sets the size of pants he wears and if he gains even a few pounds, it shows. I love it because it's his.
I hold the cheeks apart and he bends away from me in response. I so rarely explore him this way he's making sure I can do what I want. I lick between, tasting the musk and sour of sweat again with another less savory taste that even so excites me. I find the rough circle of his anus, tickle him with my tongue and rim around again and again.
"Put a finger in me," he coos, my sweet lover loves me to play with him. I wet a finger, then two and begin teasing and tickling him with them, finally slipping a fingertip carefully inside him. I'm standing now, holding him possessively, whispering in his ear the way I love him to do me.
"Baby likes a fingerfuck now and then, doesn't he? Tell me you love it and I'll have sister inside you as well."
I'm referring to the second finger but he has had a crush on my sister since he first met her. She's the one with the ooh-la-la figure, those huge tits and ass. I got the best husband, though. So the word has a secret effect we don't talk about.
My other hand snakes about and finds the heavy shaft which escort istanbul I lovingly stroke with my hand.
"Don't come now, just because I'm jerking you off while fucking your asshole," I say, and my second finger slips beside the first. He grunts with pleasure and thrusts his hips. One way he gets the sliding feel of my palm, the other he gets the sweet feel of my fingers slipping inside him.
He keeps thrusting back and forth, silly man, doing all the work. I'm poised to whisper in his ear, painting pictures with my words.
"Oooh, that feels good, doesn't it? Your cock is so big and hard, LovingWife wants it in her soon. Don't you dare squirt on my hand, you have to save it for me."
He's getting really close now, time to shut him down. I want him to turn and put it in my mouth at least. The Perfecta is to find my bottom which is soaking wet and giving me catcalls of need in my belly.
"Fuck it in my pussy and fill me full, my love," I say in the voice I reserve for times when no other option will do.
He twists away from my fingers and my hand and pulls my shorts and panties down in one movement. He's an expert there and I love being undressed by him when he's in a hurry. His cock between my cheeks and with my help he finds the right hole. He snakes inside me, giving me one faint thrill before he explodes inside me. Gush after gush of hot seed, me feeling powerful and desirable and ultra-feminine having caused all of this.
My pussy settles about his shaft satisfyingly and I snuggle my ass against him, the rough jean material scratching soft white buttocks in an agreeable way.
At some point one of us had kicked the door open and a ray istanbul escort bayan of sunlight illuminates the two lovers. 'Dear God Thank You for this Man' I pray silently.
"Thank you baby, that was sweet," I say, teasing him that we're done in the dark for now.
"Is that all?" he asks.
"You haven't worn it out, yet," I say, giggling. "But I got what I wanted. Do you want something else?"
Innocent, the way I practiced in the mirror when I was a young teen. It always makes him out-of-the-park horny.
"I wanted to at least kiss you," he says, puppy-dog expression on his face. It's his signature move, he knows I can't resist him when he does this.
I take his hand and put it on my leaky pussy.
"I want you to kiss this," I say, triumphantly. "Clean me."
He laughs and spanks my naked bottom playfully and then he picks me up and carries me to our bed. He lays me down softly and spreads my legs and kneels on the floor beside the bed.
The elaborate trouble he takes with me mean he'll be hungry when he gets done but I'll get us to shower and make him take me out so I don't have to cook. The afternoon sunlight plays soft tricks through the blinds and I'm loving the sweet attention I'm getting when the phone rings. I make him keep going while I talk to my Mom.
"Okay, Mom. Sorrry the kids are going wild! Glad no one got hurt. Want us to come get them?"
She asks what we're doing.
"Making you a third grandchild," I say. I really can tell her anything.
He looks up in alarm and I push his head back down, scrunch my pussy so he's licking right beside the magic button, scrunch again to feel his scratchy face against me.
"Love you, too, Mom. See you in an hour," I say, hang up.
He looks up and I bat his head softly. "Don't you dare stop. We're getting to the good part..."
But in a minute I need a kiss and I pull him up on top of me. I thought he might be ready by now.
He fucks me the entire hour.
Mom won't mind if we're a little late...