My Op-shop Nighty

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I roll onto my side, my head resting on my raised hand, one leg demurely on top of the other, but the neckline of my nighty droops, showing off more of my breast.

This op-shop nighty is annoying, it doesn't drape around my body like my satin ones do, but it will serve its purpose later.

He is in the en-suite bathroom.

What's he doing in there? I've already heard the toilet flush.

Is he just teasing me?

Making me wait?

He knows how to tease me.

Deliciously.

We have been together for over ten years now.

I was twenty-eight when we first met, he was a couple of years older.

It was at a triathlon.

I'd hung around after my race to watch the men.

To admire the men?

To contemplate the men.

He was a hundred and ninety centimetres tall and ninety kilos of muscle. He came second.

I was still wet, from the swim, but watching Steve cross the line; chiselled features, thick black hair, bare chested, sweating, breathing hard, I'd felt a warm flush across my belly and between my legs.

I wanted this man.

It had taken me four weeks to get him into my bed.

It wasn't hard, he was a bit of a slut back then.

He is still in my bed, ten years later.

Though now it's our bed.

Now I trust him.

I trust him with our relationship.

I trust him with my body.

He says he loves me and that I'm all he needs.

I believe him.

If he is thinking about me, the way that I'm thinking about him, he will be at least half hard when he walks through that door.

I let my hand rest on my breast and slide the palm across my nipple. Hardening.

Will he be naked?

Will his half hard cock be waving around in front of him?

I giggle to myself. Cocks are weird things.

Will he be fully hard? Stroking himself slowly as he looks down at me.

Deciding how he wants to take me.

We joke about this. My submissive side.

It's fun to play with sometimes; to be taken, to give myself to him, for him to have his way with me...

For him to use me?

No, he never uses me. He understands me, knows what I want, it's always what I want.

The next night I might have him tied to the bed.

I hope he is wearing underpants. The type that are a bit too tight so I can see his bulge.

He knows I like to stroke him through the cloth.

To maybe bite gently.

To pull them down so he springs out, ready to be taken in my mouth or for me to ride.

I pull gently on my nipples, alternating.

I feel a warmth growing below my belly.

The door opens and he walks to stand beside the bed.

He is wearing slightly too tight underpants.

Thank you.

His bulge is very obvious.

He has been thinking about me.

I roll up and sit on the edge of the bed, his cock in front of me.

I look up at him.

He takes my head in his hands and leans down.

We kiss.

It starts gently, exploratory, nibbling on each other's lips, rubbing cheeks, moving back to mouths, kissing deeper, more urgently.

I run my fingernails firmly down his sides and pull his underpants down just a couple of centimetres.

He sighs into my mouth. Anticipation.

I run my fingernails along the length of his cock. He is mostly hard.

He gently bites my lower lip and pushes his hips towards me.

I break the kiss and he stands up.

I scan his body.

He still competes in triathlons, but at masters competitions.

He has lost some of his muscle definition, but God he still looks good.

Eminently fuckable.

I lean forward and take his cock in my mouth, letting him feel my hot breath through the cloth.

The way he is looking at me...

Hungry for me.

Desire, lust, need.

I feel it too. This is going to be a good night.

I slide my fingers into the waistband of his underpants and start to pull them down.

He seems to stand up straighter.

To say that his cock springs out at me is a bit of a cliche, but I can't think of a better word.

I push his underpants down to his ankles and take his cock in my hand.

I smile up at him and he returns the smile, but his eyes are telling me to wrap my lips around him now, to stop teasing.

Of course I ignore that look.

I stroke him with my hand for a bit, and he is now fully erect.

I kiss the tip.

I run my tongue from base to tip.

He sighs again and runs his fingers into my hair, holding me close.

"Please," he pleads.

It's the first words either of us have said since he entered the room.

I bring my other hand up and cradle his balls.

I stroke his balls and cock gently for a bit, then take just the head in my mouth and run my tongue around his tip.

I pull back.

"Like this?" I ask, smiling up at him.

"Deeper."

"Mmmm, like this?"

I lower my mouth back to his cock.

Keeping one hand around his base, squeezing gently, I take half his length in my mouth, bobbing my head as I feel his length slide across my tongue.

He tightens his grip in my hair but doesn't force himself deeper.

He knows I've never been able to deepthroat a man, but I've never had any complaints about my blowjob technique either.

I set up a steady motion, raising and lowering my mouth, stroking him firmly, letting my fingernails scrape softly across his balls.

I love hearing his breathing change.

Sighing becoming panting, becoming groans of pleasure, his breathing quickening, becoming more urgent.

He is thrusting against my hand now.

I tighten my grip slightly.

I begin pumping him firmly as he pushes into my mouth.

"I'm close," he mumbles.

What do I want?

I love watching him come.

Seeing streams of cum erupting from his cock.

Maybe across my belly or breasts.

Seeing the look of ecstasy and release on his face.

But tonight I want him in my mouth.

I know that is what he wants.

I look up at him and smile around his cock. Telling him it's OK.

Two more strokes of my hand and I hear him give a groan of release as he grips my hair tighter, presses hard against my hand and with quick short thrusts, he floods my mouth with his hot, salty cum.

When he has finished, he collapses on the bed beside me, smiling, eyes closed, his hand resting on his wet, softening cock.

I reach for the glass of water beside the bed and rinse my mouth.

He doesn't enjoy kissing me if I have cum in my mouth.

A double standard if ever there was one.

I like to be kissed.

I give him a few minutes. I listen to his breathing slowing.

I rest my hand on his chest, feeling the hairs tickle my palm.

"My turn," I whisper in his ear, before biting his earlobe to make sure he is listening.

We kiss.

It's deep and full of passion.

I feel his cock against my belly, still soft, but recovering.

Not now.

I break the kiss.

He knows what I want.

He starts kissing my neck, my throat,

He pushes up my nighty and kisses my breasts, my belly.

He knows where I want him.

I open my legs for him.

His tongue finds my core. My entrance.

I shiver with anticipation.

He is very good at this, and I'm as horny as hell.

He pushes at my knees, spreading them further.

His tongue glides along my slit, once, twice, more.

Slipping deeper each time. Opening me.

He gives my clit a few quick licks.

"Oh fuck."

I push up against his mouth.

He takes his time, opening me with his tongue.

Dipping into my depth.

Massaging my clit.

Then a finger...

He holds it there while he focuses on my clit.

I grip the sheets as I thrust up against him.

He moves his finger in time to his tongue.

I groan.

So close.

So close.

Closer.

More.

Fuck.

Yes, yes, yes, yes...

I grip his head between my thighs as my orgasm roars through my body.

Hips shaking.

Thighs trembling.

Pussy hot and pulsing.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck..."

Slowing.

Breathing recovering. He tries another stroke of his tongue.

I push him away. Not now

Wow.

My breathing has barely slowed when he moves up over me.

Kneeling across my thighs.

Looking down at me again.

I know what is coming.

The small cuts that I made in the neckline and hem will make it easier.

He starts at the hem and tears.

The flimsy nighty comes apart in his hands. Exposing me.

I see the look in his eyes.

He feels that this is wrong somehow, that he shouldn't be enjoying this act of violence.

But it turns him on. It drives his need to fuck.

He takes my hands and pins them to the bed with his own.

He moves his knees between mine, spreading them open, giving him access.

He is holding himself over me, his rock hard cock stroking across my belly.

Then moving down.

He is incredibly hard.

He finds my entrance.

I'm wet and ready to take him and he pushes into me easily.

On his third stroke he is fully inside me.

He holds himself deep, motionless for a moment, looking into my eyes.

My pussy feels deliciously stretched. His cock is perfect.

I love this man and I know that he loves me.

He starts to thrust. Slowly. I feel myself meeting his movements.

Our bodies aligned, in sync.

Then he changes the angle and whenever he is deep inside me I feel his pubic bone massaging my clit.

I sigh.

We fuck.

It seems like hours, but that's not real.

I'm close and I marvel at his control.

I'm panting, groaning, eyes closed, lost to pleasure.

So is he.

Then he pulls out.

"Noooo, you arsehole."

"Roll over. Get on your knees and elbows."

I do as I'm told.

I love having him behind me. Primal fucking. Animal fucking.

He tears my nighty apart again, this time from the back.

He grips my hips and pushes back into me.

He has a strong grip, he has bruised me in the past.

Just slightly. Not painfully.

I was shopping with a girlfriend once and she had seen the bruises.

She gave me a naughty smile.

She knew how I'd got them.

I slide one hand back between my legs and touch myself.

He is driving hard into me now.

Using his full length.

Pulling me back against him.

My fingers are working faster now.

On my clit.

Touching myself as I have learnt to do since I was a teenager.

He is breathing hard now, groaning, panting.

So am I.

Three thrusts.

Five thrusts.

Ten thrusts.

I come first.

I cry out as I push back against him and my pussy pulses around him.

That sets him off.

He groans through his orgasm as he fills me with his cum.

What a glorious feeling.

He eventually gives a couple of final thrusts.

I don't think he has any cum left to empty into me.

I collapse onto the bed, belly down.

Steve lies on top of me, his cock still inside me.

Softening slowly.

Eventually I give his cock a squeeze with my pussy muscles and he slips out.

We both give a mew of disappointed.

He pulls me back against him.

We spoon.

His hand cups my breast.

We sleep.