“I’m so tired and yet, yes,” I joked.
We slipped into the shower. The hot water washed over us as Phil nuzzled my cleavage and I stretched under the steam.
“Take me,” I demanded. “Do me like it’s our last night on Earth.”
Phil turned me around and entered me from behind. I steadied myself against the wall of the shower as he plunged his man meat deep within me. I craved his cock’s magic. He jostled me walls just right and I was soon moaning in ecstasy.
“Oh, yeah!” I gasped. “Give it to me! Give me that cock!”
“You want it?” he panted. “You want me to fill you up?”
“Yes! Please!” I urged. “Fill me up, baby! Yes!”
He exploded inside me and I shuddered. So good. It was exactly what I needed to loosen me up after a long day. But we weren’t done yet. Phil had the stamina of three men. He really could just fuck all night long without much rest in between.
After cleaning up in shower, we checked on Terry. Amazingly, he was fast asleep. He yawned quietly in his own cute way and we decided to have some more fun in the next room with the baby monitor on.
“I’ve got some fun games to play,” Phil announced.
He opened a bag of “Bed Straps”. The package proclaimed, “For adult fun in bed!”
“Ooo, kinky,” I smiled. “I’ve never been tied up before.”
“Okay, well, get ready,” he said.
I laid down on the bed and Phil tied me down, spread eagle.
“Can you move?” he asked.
“Mmm, not really,” I said pulling on the ropes. “Can’t get any leverage.”
“Be right back,” he smiled.
He left me in the room for a while. Then some more time passed and I got annoyed. I couldn’t stop thinking about what he was going to do to me and that made me wet. The waiting made me wet. That was interesting.
Finally, he came back in the room with a blindfold and put it on me. Then he put a ball gag in my mouth. I started to say, “Is this really necessary?” but he put the ball in my mouth halfway through the word “really”. Now I was in the dark, breathing through my noise. A few moments passed and then I lost track of time.
I could feel something warm on me. That’s when I realized Phil was breathing on me, but not touching me. He went up and down my body. I tried to reach out to touch him, but he was too fast. It started to really turn me on, but all I could do was make noises through the ball gag. I soon found myself moaning, although he hadn’t even touched me yet.
This was definitely going on the list of things we could do.
Just when I thought I was going to go crazy--- I was actually trying to slip out of my restraints just so I could remove my gag and demand he fuck me--- Phil’s tongue touched my clit. I came in a gusher, growling and moaning into the mask. I lifted my lower half off the bed, writhing under the feeling, as a jet of hot water shot into his face.
If the gag had been off, I think I would’ve screamed loud enough not just to wake up Terry, but the whole neighborhood. It was the most deep and satisfying orgasm I ever had and all the while, Phil continued to eat me out as I gushed right into his face and squirmed on the bed.
After what seemed an eternity of licking my dripping snatch, he removed the restraints and the rest. I grabbed him, threw him down on the bed and immediately sat on his cock. I was a beast! I had to fuck him in that moment. Bouncing up and down on his manhammer, I gripped him with the walls of my pussy. I ached for his cum.
He finally exploded a second time, making surprised and joyful noises as his warm, gooey gift rocketed up inside me. It filled me with satisfaction and pleasure and my whole body shook. We fell to the bed, spent and sweating.
“Oh, my God!” I laughed.
“Right? I thought you’d like that.”
“I really did,” I panted. “Whew! You are full of surprises, Phil.”
“Well, you have to mix it up once in a while,” he added.
We kissed, l,aughed and spooned on the bed. Little Terry slept through it all and we took a well-deserved nap.
THE END