Tonite Unlike Most Nights....

I felt lonely. Quite intensively lonely. I caught site of my ass in the bedroom mirror and it made me chuckle. Encased in my black panties, I looked, for the briefest second as I did in my gym panties. Years ago now, and I hated gym anyway.  Ive got a cute ass, so people tell me, and if I’m being honest, I agree! I’m quite pleased with it. Tight and firm.  I gave myself a playful slap on the ass. Instantly my nipples hardened into aching little buttons of pleasure. I pulled down the cups of my bra which pushed my boobs up and together. This is a favourite way for me to masturbate. I like the feeling.  I even have a leather basque somewhere, and I dug it out of its hiding place and put it on. It felt deliciously cold against me which made my nipples ache all the more. Lovely! My dumb-assed cotton panties didn’t really go with the leather, but hey, they were already wet and musky, and I enjoy my own scent,  i looked again in the mirror, this time striking a pose. Somewhere between horny wife, slut and dominatrix. I slapped my ass again. Nice, but not as nice as the first time. i flopped back on my bed and as I do so many times, I let my mind wander through memories, scenarios, imagination, sometimes conjoining real events with my imagination.  Nothing seems to fit until......ah.....there it is. I imagine I’m married (some hopes!) my husband is at work and I’m waiting for my secret lover. I’m wet, not because of my husband, but because I know what I’m going to do with my lover.  In my head, he’s here, he’s fingering me, kissing me, squeezing my breasts hard and making me cry out as he twists my nipple almost cruelly. Then (thanks to my dildo) he’s in me, fucking me roughly and hard. He doesn’t care about my pleasure, only his own as he rams me harder, harder and faster.  I hear a voice call my name! Oh fuck...my husband is home early. My lover doesn’t stop. Deep within me my orgasm begins to build. I can’t cum with this man with my husband here. That would be so wrong.  The handle on the bedroom door turns slowly. Achingly slowly and the door opens. I claps my lovers ass pulling him deep inside me. As he spurts in me, I catch sight of my husbands face, and I cum....hard....wet....long. Some time later, I’m still on my bed, my dildo is still in me, and my soaked cotton panties are still pulled to one side.  I flipe over on my tummy and I feel the dildo move in my cunt. Holding it from the front with my hand underneath me, I start to grind my hips, imagining my husband fucking me from behind, his dick slick with my lover’s sperm. I push, grind, squirm and the dick penetrates me deeper, hitting my cervix and making my womb quiver. My husband is punishing me by fucking me into oblivion.  I moan, calling his name, begging him to chastise me. I feel a swingeing slap on my ass. This one hurt...a lot. Then another, then another. He calls me a “fucking whore”, and in that moment, I feel like nothing but. I’m a sex toy. A whore. A slut. A receptacle for his dick and his sperm.  This orgasm is raw and shakes me to my very core. I imagine my husband cumming inside me, his sperm mixing with my lovers.  As I drift of to sleep, my lay brain wonder if, one day, I might have both of them together. I’m too tired to cum again right now, but I file the image of me lying on my side on the bed, my legs wrapped round my husband who is balls deep in my cunt, and my lover who is pressing his dick into my ass.  A lovely image to fall asleep with......