Gregory has never been a morning person. I act as his alarm clock to ensure he gets up in time for the day’s activities.
Gregory awoke every day with his morning wood throbbing in my hot, wet mouth, receiving one of my signature blowjobs. The first thing he feels every morning is his cock being swallowed by me. A few minutes later, he shoots a sizable load down my gulping throat.
I decided to spice things up for Gregory’s wake-up call on Valentine’s Day.
I got up before Gregory to let the dogs out and use the bathroom. I slipped out of my nightie, pulled down the covers, kneeled between his knees, and hooked my fingers into the waistband of his briefs.
I pulled them down over the bulge of his morning wood. I never tire of seeing his amazing rock-hard boner spring to attention.
Being the wife of a man like Gregory was better than I had dreamed. The fact that he had the perfect-sized cock was a bonus. I rarely pass on an opportunity to suck him off.
I captured him in my soft, wet mouth and whipped it with the tip of my tongue. I sucked the head of his cock, swirling my tongue around to tickle the underside of his glans.
His big, heavy sack held testicles the size of meatballs. I fondled them with my small warm hand as I sucked him off, feeling the shape of each big ball through the skin of his scrotum.
I hoped to hear his balls tonight, slapping against my ass and hers as he enjoys his Valentine’s Day surprise.
I formed my lips into a tight “O” to grip his thick cock tightly, sliding my mouth down his shaft to the root and then back up to tongue his head. I bobbed my head up and down for a few minutes, bringing him closer to the edge.
I slid my mouth back up to his tip and playfully nipped the head of his meaty cock. His body jerked, and he thrust his hips up to fill my mouth. I placed my hands on his hips and pulled my mouth off of him.
Gregory was getting more than a blowjob this morning. This cowgirl wanted to fuck.
Although I was banned from vaginal penetration, there was no rule against anal. Gregory was happy to comply.
I reached between my legs to collect my juices with my hand and stroked him to the edge of orgasm. I loved feeling him grow in my hand and hearing his moans of approval.
I dipped my hand between my legs again to bring myself to the edge while he watched. I used my fingers to smear my juices into my rosebud.
I crawled on top of him cowgirl-style, planting a trail of kisses from his meaty balls across his belly and chest to his face as I mounted my trusty steed.
I reached behind me to grab his throbbing tool and rubbed the head on my back door to tease myself. I pushed back, and it popped into my tight rear passage. I eased back, taking it all, and sat on it, grinding on him until I was filled with his manhood.
“Ooooo. Ohh. Mmmm!”
We moaned together as I rode him like a cowgirl busting a bronco. I forced myself on my husband, and I wondered if I would be spanked for my forward behavior.
I looked down at him as I rode up and down his horse cock. My deep ass allowed me to take it all. His thick cock stretched me so good. I was going to cum for sure.
“Mmm… you’re going to make me cum, sir. I’m sorry. Uh, uh, oh, oh fuck me, sir. Mmmm.”
“Take it, Catherine, ride it, fuck it. Cum with me, baby, cum!”
He put his hands around my waist and held me there, impaled on his turgid member.
“Oooo. I’m cumming; I’m cumming, cumming, fuck me.”
He shot a massive load, power-washing my bowels with pulse after pulse of hot, creamy cum.
A powerful orgasm rocked me as my body gripped him tightly and shuddered.
I heard his voice as I shook, “Go, baby, go! Cum for me, Catherine, cum!”
I lay on top of his masculine body as my orgasm rolled through me. He stretched me wide open, my yawning ass gaping from his girth. We both felt the little spasms and aftershocks as my orgasm subsided.
I put my hands on his chest and pulled myself slowly up and off of his persistent erection. I gave him another deep kiss as his cum drained out of me to coat his thick rod.
I kissed him hard, ravaging his mouth with mine. I backed up, kissing my way back down his body to his balls. He placed his hands behind his head and spread his legs.
He watched me kiss around the root to tease him as we locked eyes. He groaned, watching as I licked and sucked his thickness. I tasted the familiar flavor of my pussy and ass as I licked him clean.
I felt like his dirty little slut and purred like a happy kitty. I crawled back up to snuggle with him.
“I have a surprise after dinner tonight, dear, so don’t work late,” I said.
“What is it, darling?” he asked.
“I can’t tell you, silly, or it wouldn’t be a surprise,” I said.
“If I guess, will you tell me?”
“No,”
“Is it flowers?”
“No.”
“Is it lingerie?”
“No,” I giggled, “Well, yes. It’s lingerie.”
“Well, is it or isn’t it? I have ways of making you talk, you know,” he said and began tickling me.
I laughed hysterically, squirming around to escape his tickling fingers. I jumped out of bed and ran for the bathroom.
“Happy Valentine’s Day, Gregory,”
“Happy Valentine’s Day, my love,”
To be continued…
