“Inside?”
“Want me to finger this tight little hole while I take care of your perfect little pussy?”
“Ohh, yes. God, yes, I want to try all the things,” I hiss.
His slick finger slips inside with a struggle. For a moment, I gasp and still, unsure how much I like the new sensation.
The friction of his cock rocking deep inside of me rubs against the pressure of his finger, and the world spirals in pleasure. If there were a way to have his cock in my mouth at the same time, I would. I let out a long, low groan. “I love being filled by you.”
“I love filling you.”
“If you had two cocks, I’d like one in each opening,” I sigh, pleasure washing away any hesitations I have about telling Artie my newfound desires. My darkest desires.
Artie loves all parts of me, light, dark, sweet, and kinky.
“They make toys for that, honey. We’ll get you one. We’ll get you everything you want.”
“You can use it, too. You loved when I was filling you up while sucking your cock.”
“That perfect mouth. So naughty, but so nice.”
“I know how to share. In nice ways and naughty,” I moan and reach back to rub my pussy.
“You’re already tightening up, babe. You going to come again so soon? So fast?”
“Uh-huh!” I squeak, eyes closed so I can concentrate on the twin sensations of fullness and the sharper, brighter sensation of my fingers on my clit.
Artie bends down, chest against my back, his arm trapped between us. I know it’s too soon in my cycle to get pregnant, so I hesitate before reminding him about the condom.
“Protection?” I whisper.
“In a second. Want you to come first.”
“I’d come faster if you came inside me. I want to feel you burst. This time in my pussy. Next time in my ass,” I declare with a sudden boldness.
“Anything you say, Mrs. Taylor.” Artie bites my shoulder softly.
I go limp against the bed, muscles unspooling. There’s something primal about being stuffed full, bitten, and feeling his seed dripping inside of me...
“You want my cum? Tell me again, my sweet little wife. My sexy superhero,” Artie holds himself in deep as I spasm.
“I want every drop.” I shudder around Artie, pussy pounding and pulsing in climax. I can feel him swell inside of me, and I shimmy impatiently, wanting him to mark me as his own.
“You can have every drop. Every bit of me, forever,” Artie cries, and pumps his load inside of me, three short, thick bursts that practically make me come again.
“Oh, wow.” I bury my face in the mattress, sinking under Artie’s limp-legged weight as it rests on me.
“I’ll see your ‘wow’ and raise you an ‘oh, baby.”
As if on cue, I hear Laurel let out a sleepy cry. “Ma!”
“Speaking of baby... She wants you,” Artie pants.
“Dada da! Da! Ma!”
“She wants us both,” I sigh. “We have a very smart little girl.”
“Takes after you,” we both say at once, and we laugh.
