I feel like I don’t have to want more, be more, accomplish more, or own more. I don't have to prove how smart I am. I know I'm just pretty and sexy and happy, but I think maybe that's enough. Let me tell you a story, and see if you agree.
I woke up this morning with my beautiful husband's left arm wrapped around me. I stirred when Bobby started squeezing my boobs.
I've heard mean girls tell me that is just a man copping a feel, but he's my husband. He gets to cop a feel any time he wants. I don't even mind when he slaps my ass or squeezes my boobs in front of his friends. Why would I mind if he woke me up with his strong, loving hands?
I know he's happy with me when he holds me like that. This morning I also knew he was happy because his long dick was hard and throbbing against the top of my ass and my lower back. He has a very long dick.
He let go of my boobs and took his dick and rubbed it up and down between my ass cheeks. This always makes my asshole pulse and throb, but we can't do anal first thing in the morning. My momma taught me that you always have to prep before anal intercourse. Besides, I knew that was not what Bobby wanted.
My beautiful husband pulled away from me. He sat up, reached for a bed towel, and dried off his long dick, balls, and ass. That's how I knew he wanted one of my A1 Premium Blowjobs. He's so thoughtful like that.
He threw the covers off me and crawled between my legs. He laid on his back with his head down toward the bottom of the bed. I sat cross-legged between his thighs and pulled his legs up over mine.
He looked so pretty in the soft morning light. He hates when I call him "pretty," especially if I say it in front of his friends, but with his legs spread, I could see his cute little bottom hole, his big balls, and his long dick, and he just looked so darned pretty! I leaned down and took his long dick in my mouth. Oh, he wanted it bad. He must have been wanting me all night long because his dick was already throbbing in my mouth. I could already taste his yummy pre-cum.
I pulled off of him. He groaned in frustration, but I wanted to see if his bottom hole was throbbing too. It was! His bottom hole was winking and squeezing in time with his long throbbing dick. His winking bottom hole was so pretty that I just had to laugh.
"Stop giggling, woman, and suck me!" said my beautiful husband.
So, I leaned forward and sucked him, and stroked him. I held his balls in my left hand and took his long dick down my throat. It took me two years to learn how to deep-throat my husband. His dick is so long! But my momma was right: If you learn to deep-throat a man and let him cum in your ass, he will never leave you. Bobby will never, ever leave me.
My husband started panting and shaking. It was nearly time. I let go of his balls and made a fist with my left hand. I set my whole fist up against his bottom hole and pushed hard. I wasn't trying to get my actual fist in his hole. Bobby wouldn't like that, and we never talked about me touching his bottom, either, but every time I did it, he came a lot--like he did this morning.
His hips bucked. His bottom hole clenched. His dick stiffened and twitched. Then he came a gusher in my mouth!
There was so much cum. He pumped three big squirts and four little squirts into my mouth. I always count his squirts. I can't help it. It's like a game. How many squirts is how I keep score. This was seven squirts. That's a good load for first thing in the morning.
I looked up at Bobby and opened my mouth. It was full of his creamy jizz.
"Why do you show me that every time?" he asked me.
I frowned and spit his huge load into my hand.
"Yummy," I said and gave him a wicked smile.
I dumped the whole load from my hand onto his cock head. He twitched and jerked and moaned. I spread his cum up and down his long dick and onto his balls. I wanted to rub it on his bottom hole, but that would be a step too far.
I moaned, pursed my lips, and winked at him.
"Kiss me!" I said.
Bobby rolled his eyes, shook his head, and hopped out of bed to get his shower.
***
Bobby works as a service writer. Not an underwriter. Not an undertaker. He works at the big Toyota dealership in town.
I work at the insurance agency down the street from him. We do have underwriters. That's a fancy word for an insurance salesman. We don't have undertakers either. That's a joke. I know that you know what an undertaker is.
I have a very responsible job. I check on the underwriters. They fill out their forms really fast sometimes because customers can be so impatient. But the computer flags the mistakes, and I have to fix them. Sometimes I ask the underwriter; sometimes I call the customer, but I always have to fix everything or the form is no good. I have a very responsible job. Usually, by 10:00, my work is done for the day. So after that, I help the ladies out front, but first I usually take a bathroom break.
I needed a break today because my beautiful husband left for work and forgot to give me my climax. Fair is fair and he should make me cum every time I make him cum, but sometimes he forgets. So, I make it a game. Every time he forgets, I Jill off and cum anyway.
I made a mistake one night when he forgot to make me cum: I got mad and said I was going into the living room to Jill off. He said I wasn't allowed to Jill off unless he watched me. So, I Jilled off on the couch while he watched. He liked that, but I was still mad because I made him cum, and he should make me cum, and not make me sneak off to the living room in the middle of the night.
The next day, the day after our fight, I was so horny from giving him a show that I had to Jill off again at work. I didn’t want Bobby to be mad because I was Jilling off without him, so I sent him a video. Now, I have to send him a video every time I Jill off.
Back to earlier today: I was at work at the insurance agency and my pretty clitty was just throbbing from sucking him, pushing on his pretty bottom hole, and making him cum so much in my mouth. After I finished my morning work, I went to the bathroom. I locked the door, set my iPhone on the counter, and pushed the Video Record button. Then I pulled off my panties and sat down on the toilet. I peed and wiped and pointed my pretty clitty at the camera.
"You were a bad boy this morning," I whispered to the camera. I rubbed my pretty clit and showed him my wet pussy.
"Do you see how wet I am?" I whispered. "Do you see how long and hard my pretty clitty is? I can't work like this!"
My clit is really big. One day, when we were both working late, and everybody else was gone, I showed it to Sela. Sela is my best friend at work. Her skin is brown but her pretty pussy is hot pink. Isn't that interesting? Sela thought her clitty was big, but mine was definitely bigger!
Sela wanted to touch it, so I let her. It's not cheating when you let a girl rub your pretty clitty, or if you lick her little clitty. It literally can't be cheating. Right? Because it’s a girl. So, I don't have to ask Bobby if it's okay or tell him about it either. That’s what I think.
In the bathroom, I looked into the camera and reached behind my leg with my left hand. I slid two fingers all the way up inside my pussy. Then I pulled them out and put them in my mouth.
"Yummy," I said. "So wet. So wet because you forgot to make me climax this morning, you bad boy."
I put my fingers back in my pussy. I didn't need to put them in far: I just slid three of them inside me and pulled my pussy back toward my bottom hole. Oh, that felt so nice, so filling, so hot and nasty to be stretched out like that. It was like having two dicks inside me.
"So now," I said into the camera, "now I have to make myself cum."
I used three fingers from my right hand to rub my clit. I stroked up and down with one finger on each side of my pretty clitty and my middle finger riding up over the top.
That's the good thing about having a big clitty: It's easy to find. The bad thing is that it sticks out and rubs on my panties, but that's only a bad thing when I can't slip away to the bathroom to Jill off.
I stroked down over my clitty, then up under the hood, then up under the hood a little harder. The three fingers inside my pussy were making wet, slurpy sounds.
"You hear that baby?" I whispered into the camera. "I'm so wet thinking about your cock in my mouth. It sounds like there are two huge loads of cum in me."
I shouldn't have said that! The thought of two loads of cum inside me was just too much. My legs started to tremble. My stomach started to contract in waves. I felt like I couldn't breathe. I yanked my three dripping-wet fingers out of my pussy. Then used those fingers to pull back my clitoral hood. My huge clitty was completely exposed to the air, the camera, and my husband's beautiful eyes. I rubbed the three fingers of my right hand over my clit super-fast. My legs started to shake. I pressed just a little harder, and I came hard, I nearly fell off the throne, but I kept going. I could feel another level approaching.
That strange feeling was deep inside me. That special tension. It was almost like I needed to pee. Suddenly, I couldn’t stop bucking my hips because I was squirting! I didn't want to squirt all over the floor, so I kept rubbing my clit but also rubbed my pee hole. Rubbing my pee hole just made me squirt harder and harder. Some of my crystal-cum shot out toward the camera.
Then ... it stopped.
I sat there panting. I put my trembling right hand up in the air--it was covered in my clear crystal cum. I wasn't touching any sexy bits, but my clitty was sparking like crazy, and my pussy and bottom were clenching and releasing. My hips were bucking and twerking. My muscles were like Jello, but my breathing started to slow.
Now what? What was I going to say to my pretty husband? Should I scold him for ignoring me? Or should I thank him for making me need to cum, for watching me cum, and for making me cum harder by watching?
I took a deep breath. Then I oh-so-carefully used my crystal-cum drenched fingers to pull apart my outer lips. I pulled up, so gently, and showed him my dripping pussy and pulsing clitty.
"This is what you missed out on this morning," I said. "Too bad for you, you bad boy!"
I was scolding him, but I ruined it by smiling at the camera. It was a big, wicked, satisfied smile. I reached for the phone, but my hand was so slick with crystal cum that I dropped it on the floor. I managed to pick it up and turn off the video recorder.
I stood by the sink, naked from the waist down, legs shaking with fatigue. I felt so scattered. I washed and dried my hands. I carefully washed my inner thighs. I took a deep breath, then picked up my sticky cell phone and sent the video to my beautiful husband.
My phone was sticky with crystal cum, so I had to wipe it off and wash my hands again. After doing all that, my breathing was back to normal, and my clitty had stopped sparking. I pulled on my panties and the rest of my clothes and sighed in blissful satisfaction.
***
I was home by 5:30. I ate four Gluten-Free Double-Stuff Oreos and drank a glass of unsweet tea with Splenda. I changed into my pink and white, flannel pajamas--with nothing underneath.
The baggy bottoms let in plenty of air to cool my pretty clitty. That felt so nice, except that I kinda felt like I was walking around without any bottoms on at all, and that made me feel throbby. Or maybe I felt throbby because I knew my pretty husband would be home soon. Sometimes my little videos have a positive effect on his attitude toward me. I leaned back against the kitchen table and smiled.
Then I heard his truck pull up in the driveway. He was home early. Bobby came in through the back door. When he entered the laundry room, he was smiling a big, sexy, mischievous smile. As soon as I saw Bobby, I remembered I was mad at him.
"I'm still mad at you," I said.
Bobby furrowed his brow for a second but crossed into the kitchen, set his lunch bag on the counter, and then grabbed both my shoulders. He went right back to smiling like a fool.
"I have a surprise for you," said Bobby.
"I don't want a surprise," I said, shrugging off his embrace. "I almost got in trouble at work today because of you."
"What did I do?"
I said, "You sent me to work with Blue Balls and--"
"Girls can't get Blue Balls, Sweetie," said Bobby.
"Yes, we can, and you should have taken care of that before--"
"Well," said Bobby, "I'm totally going to take care of that now."
"So, I sent your video like you wanted, because I have to send one every time I Jill off, and then I came out of the bathroom ..." I totally stressed the word "bathroom," because I wanted him to know I wouldn't have been in there like that if he hadn't left me all hot and throbby with my giant clitty sticking out, "... and I came out of the bathroom and Sela said that everybody could hear me going at it in there!"
"Sela?" asked Bobby. "Pretty black lady with giant--?" he made a stacked-out-to-here gesture.
I ignored his commentary on Sela's ample bust line, but he had me so flustered that I said, "Yes, she has big boobs and a big clitty, but that's not the point!"
That got his attention, and he finally stopped trying to talk over me.
Bobby stepped back and said, "I'm sorry honey. So, what happened to you at work today?"
I told him, "I wasn't Jilling-off for them,” meaning the old ladies at work, “I was Jilling-off for you!"
"You did great, Honey! We loved it," said Bobby.
"And then Sela said that if I was going to do that at work, I should do it for the boss and maybe get a little bonus--"
"No," said Bobby.
"And then Sela said, 'Or get an OnlyFans page and make some real money.’ I don't even know what that means. I don’t want two jobs. I only want one job and you.” Then I paused as my brain caught up with my sweetie’s mouth. “Hey wait a minute!”
I put my hands on my hips and stared directly into Bobby's eyes.
I said, "You said 'we.' You said, 'We loved it.' Right? So who is ‘we?’"
My face must have been really mean-looking because Bobby took a step back.
"Well," he said, "well, your video message came in, and I was alone up at the desk for a moment, so I hit play, and oh my God, sweetie, your video was so freaking hot!"
"Did you show it to everybody at work?" I asked. "Now everybody is going to stare at me, and it’s going to get all weird with the guys, and the girls are going to hate me and call me a slut!"
My heart was crushed because all the guys there were so nice to me, especially Bobby's work wife, Pedro. I say “work wife” because Bobby runs the service counter and Pedro runs the service shop. So they spend a lot of time together.
"No. No, babe! I didn't show it to anyone, but, well, you know Pedro?"
"Your work wife? Your boyfriend?" I said.
"No, babe. Please don't call him that."
I punched him on the shoulder--hard!
Bobby rubbed his shoulder and said, "Well, I did show him, but no, not on purpose.” He swallowed and said, “I realized what you were sending me, so I inched back into the parts stack, you know, the rows of inventory, and your video was so freaking hot, babe, with three fingers in your pussy, and I'm watching your video and just as you finished cumming and squirting, Pedro peaks over my shoulder.
“‘Holy shit, Bobby,’ he says in my ear. ‘Look at that big clit!’"
“Pedro likes my pretty clitty?” I said.
“Totally, Babe. So, he made me play it again, then I had to play it a third time in slow motion.”
“So, Pedro saw it, and you didn’t show anyone else?” I asked.
“No, babe. Honest! But after watching the video with you talking about having two huge loads of cum in your pussy, well, Pedro asked me if he could, well, if we, you know, the two of us, me and Pedro, could double fuck you.”
I was suddenly shy and very aware of his pretty eyes on me.
“Are you offering me a hall pass with pretty Pedro with the beautiful eyes and the big, thick dick?”
Bobby looked at me funny.
“Pedro doesn’t have a big dick,” said Bobby.
I bit my lip and shook my tits at him. “Yeah, he does,” I said.
“How do you know if Pedro has a big dick or not, May?”
“I don’t know--know,” I said. “It’s not like I’ve seen a naked video of him Jacking off.”
Bobby looked ashamed.
I continued, “But he has a big, thick, dick-sized bulge in his pants whenever he sees me.”
“Why that rat bastard!” said Bobby.
I rubbed Bobby’s crotch and said, “He has a great big bulge,” I rubbed his chest and said, “and he always stares at my boobs.” Then I rubbed his shoulders and said, “And Pedro is always super nice to me!”
“Cut it out, May,” said Bobby. “You’re going to ruin it!” He said, but he was smiling.
Just then, we heard a truck pull into the driveway.
“Is that Pedro?” I asked. “Are you really giving me a hall pass to fuck you and Pedro together?”
“Yes, sweetie!” said Bobby. “Yes. Yes!”
I pulled away from Bobby and headed toward the back door.
I turned back and asked, “Double penetration? Yes. Say yes. Oh, please! I’ve been thinking about it all day.”
“You got it, Babe,” said Bobby. “DP hall pass. One day only.”
“You go jump in the shower,” I said, waving him away. “I’ll greet Pedro at the door and make him feel welcome.”
Bobby took off running through the living room toward the master bedroom of our trailer. I felt my titties bouncing as I ran to the back door. Pedro knocked. I took a deep breath and opened the door.
“Olla,” said Pedro with a big smile.
“Oh, Pedro,” I said. He was so handsome with his brown skin, his big smile, and his thick-dicked-sized bulge. “And you brought me flowers! Daisies! How sweet is that? Come in.”
He stepped inside.
Before he could say anything, I said, “Hallpass. Bobby said I could have a DP hall pass--one day only.”
His eyes were huge as I put my arms around his neck and kissed him on the lips. I opened my mouth and licked his lips. I found his tongue with my tongue. He kissed me back--a lot. At last, I pulled away.
“Hallpass,” I whispered into his ear. “Official.”
“Si,” said Pedro into my ear.
“You smell like oil and grease,” I said, pulling away.
“I’m sorry, May. Bobby told me to come right over and I--”
I reached for his crotch. I found his manhood. It was super hard and big, really big. I said, “Your dick is even bigger than I thought it would be.”
“Um, okay?” he said with a groan.
“Oh, I don’t know,” I said, teasing. “It may be too big, Pedro. I don’t know if I can do it. We’ll just have to try and see.”
I rubbed his balls with one hand and his bottom hole with the other. He groaned, grabbed my boobs and kissed me again.
“Stop that, silly,” I said. “First you need a shower. A quick shower. Yes. Quick one. You smell awful. In there, baby.”
I pointed to the garage where we have a tiny guest suite with a kitchenette, a bedroom, a sitting room, and a shower. It’s for when my momma comes to visit.
“Uh, okay,” said Pedro.
I took the flowers, “I’ll put these in water.” I turned away, then I called over my shoulder: “Just leave your clothes on the washer, Pedro. Come out naked. You’ll find us in the bedroom.”
***
I waited in the master bedroom. It took forever for Bobby to get done in the shower: like, five whole minutes! When he stepped out of the shower, his long dick was bobbing happily up and down. I kissed my pretty husband, handed him a towel, and shoved him out of the bathroom, and into the bedroom.
“Momma’s got work to do,” I said with a smile. By “work,” of course, I meant my anal prep. Remember what Mamma said! I won’t bore you with the details, every girl knows how to prep for anal, right? I mean, how often do most girls have anal, a couple of times a week? So, anyway, I finished my business, washed my hands well, and peeked out of the bathroom door into the bedroom.
I don’t know what I expected to find, but when I looked, I just had to laugh. There was my husband, and his work wife, in bed together. They were leaning back against the headboard, sitting as far away from each other as they could. My husband had his hands behind his head. Pedro was brushing his dark, curly hair out of his eyes. The comforter looked like a circus tent with two giant tent poles.