Confessions of a Kinky Wife - Page 45

‘Take me, officer.’

His wicked smile chased away the anxiety lines around his eyes.

‘You asked for it.’

I found myself forthwith upon all fours, thighs wide, plug still making its presence known at my rear.

Dan made short work of his clothes, then his hands were on my shoulders, his thighs flush against mine, his cock warm and hard between my pussy lips, bathing in their juices.

‘Mm, lovely red bum,’ he said appreciatively, stroking the heated skin with one hand. ‘I hate not being able to fuck you after I’ve punished you. I always want a piece of that red arse. Oh, God.’

He pushed me down between my shoulder blades so that my face was low and my bottom as high as could be, then he was inside me, so quickly and effortlessly that I yelped.

He kept one hand firmly on my hip, the other on my shoulder, so all I could do was take the thrusts and try not to crumple in a heap on the bed. Such thrusts, powerful and strong, each one a jolt.

‘I’m … going … deep,’ he panted. ‘You’re … getting … it … hard.’

Didn’t I know it?

I moaned and whimpered into the duvet, feeling the extra sensation every time his cock tip glanced against the tip of the butt plug. I had never realised how close the two passages were, but it seemed that only a very thin barrier separated them.

The double penetration was exquisite and, even though I had come so recently and so hard, the friction struck sparks of new arousal very quickly.

‘I can see your plug,’ he muttered, still fucking me as if his life depended on it. ‘I can see it inside your arse. I can feel it against my cock. You need it. You love it, don’t you?’

‘Yes, yes.’

I could barely keep my limbs in position now. I was streaming with sweat and my bones wanted to collapse. If I shook any more violently, my teeth would fall out.

‘God! Yes!’ he roared, giving my bum a hearty smack as he rode into his climax. He fell on top of me, squashing the breath from me, but didn’t pull out.

I was grateful for this. I hadn’t quite reached my own orgasm and wondered if a little bit of wriggling underneath him might just …

He knew what I was doing and he slipped his hand beneath his stomach and my bottom and began playing with the plug, making the flange move around in a circle, while I ground my hips and pushed back against his still-hard cock.

‘Once wasn’t enough, eh, greedy girl?’ he murmured into my hair.

I flushed but wasn’t ashamed enough to stop now. I was going to get that orgasm and nothing else mattered.

Half a minute of jerking and bucking got me there, huffing into the duvet, enjoying the solid weight of my husband and the way it restricted my movements.

‘That’s it,’ I said after a minute or so more. ‘I’m dead.’

‘I hope not,’ he said, rolling off me. ‘I couldn’t do without you.’

We drifted swiftly into a snooze and didn’t really revive until we were in the shower together a couple of hours later.

‘That was a valuable exercise,’ said Dan, soaping my bum. He had pulled out the plug while I knelt on all fours on the bathroom rug. It had been the most humiliating part of the whole experience and I side-eyed it as it rested in soapy water in the washbasin, taunting me from afar.

My bottom felt a little sore, inside and out, but that was probably more to do with falling asleep with the plug inserted than anything else. I should remember not to do that in future.

In future.

That meant that I accepted that butt plugs were going to be part of my life. It was a done deal. No going back.

‘Valuable?’ I said with a yawn. ‘Why valuable?’

‘I learned that there’s no point spanking you with a plug in unless I want you to get wildly turned on. I’ll have to leave the plugs for afterwards. When you’re in the corner, maybe. Or use them separately, without spanking you at all. Hmm. I wonder …

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