Face my Pussy night

Am I the luckiest woman on the planet or what? I have
wild sex drive and a playful imagination, and I have a
devoted, big-dicked husband who will do ANYTHING to
please me. He’s absolutely mad about me and, believe
me, I make him prove it – every day of the week!

I work hard all week, but I stay energized during my
busy days just daydreaming about the fun that’s waiting
for me when I get home. My hubby Joey knows I like
variety and that I have a lot of ways to enjoy myself.
He knows there’s something specific expected of him
every night of the week when I get home from work.

And if he forgets, or if he gets lazy or neglectful,
well I still get so have some fun. I call my powerful,
ex-boxer lover over and ask him to bring his belt. Then
I watch with glee as my big stud puts Joey over his lap
and gives him an exciting, bare-bottom spanking. Man,
can he get that boy’s tail shiny red!

But I digress. Those spankings rarely happen. Joey
always remembers what he’s supposed to do to please me.

So here’s my week:

Monday is “Jack-It-For-Me Showtime” Night.

When I get home on Monday evening, Joey has to give me
a fabulous show. I make him jerk off for me! He knows
he has to be ready when I walk in — sitting on the
sofa wearing only his blue bathrobe and nothing else.
The robe must be open in the front so I can see that
fabulous big cock of his and watch those wonderful
balls bounce up and down while he works it for me. My
instructions are that his prick must be standing up
straight and marble hard. And he has to stroke it
slowly and sensuously up and down for my viewing
pleasure until I tell him to change the pace. He
usually has the baby oil out on the coffee table
because he knows I like to see his dick all shiny and
glistening. Man I love that show! I sit on the ottoman
and rest my face in my hands and watch with pride and
pleasure while he jacks it for me — knowing it’s all
mine.

Sometimes I make him work it for a whole hour, keeping
it hard the whole time, making him bounce those
heavenly balls while I watch, breathlessly. And I say
“faster… slower… faster!” and he has to obey me,
keeping the tempo I want him to keep.

When I’m ready for the grand finale, I just say, “Okay,
shoot for me!” And he does – gallons! If he cums before
I tell him to, I make him lean over the sofa arm with
his cute fanny thrust up. I grease up the handle of a
wooden serving spoon and slide it into his ass. I make
him stay there in that humiliating position while I
watch TV or work a crossword, teasing him and laughing
now and then. Once in a while, I’ll nonchalantly reach
over and give the spoon a playful little twist.

But that hardly ever happens. I’ve really taught him to
control himself.

Tuesday is “Spank-Him-Just-Because” Night.

This is particularly enjoyable if I’ve had a trying day
at my job, dealing with jerks and I have frustrations
to work off.

Every Tuesday when I walk in the door, he has to be
lying bare-assed over the ottoman with his pants and
underpants down – not off — down around his ankles. He
has to be in that position when I walk in. It always
makes me laugh no matter how many times I’ve seen him
like that. It’s funny, but it always gives me a
thrilling and exciting sense of power to see this
strong, sexy man “offer” himself to me like that.

I walk in and say “Okay thrust it up for me.” And he
arches it way up. Then I give him a 20-minute tail-
warming. Mostly I like to use my hand but sometimes I
use the spatula or my ping-pong paddle if I’ve had a
really bad day.

Wednesday is “Kiss my ass hello” Night.

On my way up in the elevator, I’m already starting to
get hot, just thinking about the exciting attention
he’s going to give me. I slide my panties off and put
them in my purse (They’re always soaking wet from my
anticipation.)

When I walk in, Joey has to be kneeling at the door,
clad only in his tight, white undies. I turn my back to
him, hike up my skirt, push my gorgeous derriere out
and say those magic words: “Kiss my ass hello, slave.”

And with that, he buries his face in there, licking all
over my cheeks, and up and down the crack, and tonguing
my asshole. (And he better be enthusiastic about it!).
I walk casually around the house putting things away,
or taking clothes out of the dryer, whatever. And he
has to follow me around on his knees, keeping his face
in my trim little behind the whole time.

Sometimes, I actually cum two or three times while he
does it.

Thursday is “Bring the Gals Home” Night.

I have a reputation at work as a sex goddess whose man
knows he better please her. I often bring one or two of
the women I work with home just to make them jealous.
They’re delighted, turned on and fascinated by the
things I make him do to give me pleasure. I make him
give me head and kiss my ass while they watch.
Sometimes I spank him bare-assed over my lap and
sometimes I let them watch him fuck me hard, long and
passionately. If one of the gals has been especially
nice to me lately, I give her a little present. Maybe I
make Joey get her off by rubbing and stimulating her
clit with his talented fingers until she cums, or maybe
I let her spank him. It depends on my mood.

Sometimes we play a game called “gusher.” I make Joey
lie nude on his back with his big dick sticking up
(This always makes me super-proud. The girls’ eyes
nearly pop out of their heads at the sight of it.) Then
I grease that big thing up with Vaseline and we all
take turns jacking him. We give him 20 strokes each.
Then it’s the next woman’s turn. Whoever makes him
shoot wins the game. Her reward is she gets to sit on
his face and ride him until he gets her off.

I love it when there’s a new girl at work who doesn’t
believe it when she hears the stories about me. I love
to bring her home and watch the stunned, excited look
on her face.

Friday is “Face my Pussy” Night.

Friday is the mirror image of Wednesday. I still slide
my panties off in the elevator and he still has to meet
me on his knees at the door. But this time, instead of
turning my back to him. I face him and make him bury
his face in my pussy and lap me like a little kitten
drinking milk out of a dish. I don’t move around as
much on Fridays as I do on Wednesdays because, frankly,
I get too weak and rubber-kneed to walk. He gives
excellent head and when he starts tonguing my clit…
well I pretty much collapse.

I greedily push him back onto the floor and mount his
face. I make him give me two or three good thorough
orgasms — each in a different place and position
(lying on the kitchen table on my back with him
kneeling before me; on my hands and knees on the living
room rug with him underneath me,lapping my snatch; or
sometimes I sit on the sofa, legs spread, watching X-
rated DVDs while he licks my soaking wet pussy. I like
the special touch of not getting naked, but just hiking
my skirt up and making him get under it.

Saturday is “Date Night” Night.

This is one of the most exciting and satisfying nights
of the week for me, and the most humiliating and
embarrassing for Joey.

I work with some really cute guys. I’m so sexual. I
often flirt and fantasize with these sexy hunks and
sometimes — I can’t help it — I find myself making
out with one of them in some secluded section of the
office. The prospect of getting caught adds to the
excitement. Anyway, usually I’m very hot and so is the
handsome dude I’m with. After I reach my hand down and
make sure he’s got the goods. (I am a “size queen” and
if the guy isn’t super big, forget it.)

Anyway I usually tantalize him by asking, “Have you
ever been waited on hand and foot by a woman’s husband
while you kiss, suck, fondle and fuck her?”

He usually does a double take. But after I give him
some ideas about what I’ll make Joey do for us, we set
a “date” for Saturday.

Just the other day I made a date with our branch
manager, Jesse. He’s a rugged dark-haired Italian guy
with dreamy brown eyes and a hard muscular body. His
dick is enormous too, of course, and he’s a wonderful
kisser.

A whole hour before Jesse was supposed to be over, I
made Joey start “getting me ready.”

I sat at my makeup mirror with my panties off and filmy
button-up negligee on, I had Joey kneel before me and
lick my pussy while I put my make up on. I kept teasing
him saying, “Get me greased up good and slick. Jesse
has an enormous cock and if I’m not lubed up enough,
he’s going to be very angry and I will be too. If you
don’t get me wet and greasy enough, Jesse and I will
make you suck his huge cock and get it slippery wet so
it slides in nice and pleasant.”

I just kept saying whatever came into my head. And Joey
really outdid himself getting me worked up. It was so
thrilling and exciting to know he was so turned on to
me and that he would put up with it for me.

When he had my cunt sopping wet I tenderly brought his
face up, opened the front of my nightie and said: “Now
honey, you know Jesse really likes to see my tits
standing up pert, firm and pretty for him. He likes it
when my nipples are really diamond hard. And I already
told him he could spank you if you don’t get them
looking just like he likes them — and believe me, you
don’t want to go across Jesse’s lap because, from what
I can imagine from feeling those strong arms of his
around me, he’s probably a real hard spanker. I must
admit it would turn me on two watch that. I bet he
could get your ass stop-sign red for me…”

And Joey sucked and kissed my tits like there was no
tomorrow. I actually came twice.

By the time Jesse came over I was on fire. Jesse and I
hurried into the bedroom, making Joey crawl nude on his
hands and knees behind us like faithful doggy.

Jesse and I started making out. Before long he had me
nude and was lying on top of me kissing me. I whispered
in his ear “Let’s not waste the opportunity. We have a
willing slave who will do anything we tell him. Make
him do something to please us.”

So Jesse said (in a commanding, sexy voice), “Okay
slave I want you to kiss the bottoms of your wife’s
feet while I kiss her mouth and breasts. And you better
do it good.”

I shivered with the masculine authority in his voice.
Joey got right work!

Man! What heaven. I lay there with Jesse on top of me,
his shirt and pants off, only his tight jockeys
covering “the goods” and felt his wonderful mouth on my
neck, breasts, face and lips.

And all the while, my “dog” Joey knelt at the foot of
the bed kissing the soles of my bare feet, tonguing
between my toes, licking me from my heels all the way
to my toe tips. I was tingling all over.

Soon, I had Jesse’s undies off and Joey was amazed to
see that Jesse’s dick was at least as big as his was.

Just for fun, I had the two of them sit on the bed side
by side and play with themselves for me. They were both
pretty proud of what they were displaying for me. What
an exciting show!

Then I had them both kneel at the foot of the bed and
watch me stroke my pussy. I could hear their moans and
sighs as they watched, shivering with the excitement of
what they were looking at.

Then, I let them take turns eating me, lapping my pussy
like eager little puppies.

When I finally couldn’t wait another second, I allowed
Jesse to fuck me. We made Joey stand beside the bed and
fan us with a huge palm frond while Jesse rammed and
reamed me with that huge cock of his — rough and
strong, hurting me just a little but not really bad,
just enough to remind me of what a rugged man he was
and how much he wanted me.

It was great.

Sunday is “Anything Can Happen” Night.

On Sundays, Joey never knows what just I’m going to
make him do to please me. It depends on my whim and my
mood. But one thing’s sure. It’s going to be all about
me and my pleasure.