(A) – This story contains very brief anal play.
I had been anticipating this moment all week: the night when I would surprise my husband with my new wedge sex pillow.
Desire had been building up inside me. I wanted to create a scene that would leave him breathless and craving more.
I spent the afternoon setting up the room, dimming the lights, and lighting it with some scented candles. The soft glow cast a warm, inviting ambiance that made the room feel intimate and seductive. I carefully placed the wedge pillow in the center of the bed, positioning it just right so that I could lie face down with my rear elevated, ready for him.
As I lay there, wearing nothing but a tiny g-string, I could feel the cool fabric against my skin, contrasting with the warmth of the room. My heart raced with excitement and a touch of nervousness. I imagined him walking in, his eyes widening as he took in the scene. I could almost see the desire in his eyes, the way his pupils would dilate as he drank in the sight of me.
Then the door creaked open, and there he was, standing in the doorway. His gaze swept over the room, taking in the candles, the soft lighting, and finally, me. I could see the surprise and desire in his expression as he took in the sight of me, laid out for him like a feast. He stepped closer, his eyes never leaving my body.
He approached the bed, his steps slow and deliberate. I could feel the anticipation building, a tight coil of desire in my belly. He reached out, his hands gently caressing my back, his touch sending shivers down my spine. He leaned down, his lips brushing against my ear as he whispered, “I’m going to devour every inch of you, leaving you breathless and begging for more.”
His hands moved lower, tracing the curve of my rear, his fingers grazing the edge of my g-string. I could feel the heat of his body against mine, the promise of what was to come. He reached for the lube, his movements smooth and practiced. I heard the click of the cap, the soft squelch as he applied it to his fingers.
He pulled my g-string aside, his touch gentle yet firm. I could feel the coolness of the lube as he spread it over my most intimate parts, preparing me for him. The sensation was electric, a mix of pleasure and anticipation that left me breathless. Suddenly, I felt a new sensation—a finger, slick with lube, pressing gently against my rear entrance. I gasped as he pushed it in slightly, the intrusion sending waves of unexpected pleasure through my body.
He positioned himself behind me, his hands gripping my hips. I could feel the head of his manhood, hard and ready, pressing against my pussy’s entrance. I took a deep breath, my body tensing in anticipation. He pushed forward, slowly at first, allowing me to adjust to his size.
The sensation as he slid inside was overwhelming. I could feel every inch of him, filling me completely, stretching me in the most delicious way. I was tight and wet, my body welcoming him with eager enthusiasm. The angle of the wedge pillow intensified the feeling, hitting all the right spots inside me.
He began to move, his thrusts slow and deliberate at first, building in intensity. Each stroke sent waves of pleasure crashing through me, building to a crescendo that left me gasping for air. The angle of the wedge pillow allowed him to hit that perfect spot deep inside, sending electric shocks of pleasure through my entire body. The increased friction against my clitoris with each thrust pushed me closer to the edge, my arousal spiraling out of control.
The pleasure was intense, a mix of physical and emotional satisfaction. I could feel every ridge, every vein of him as he moved inside me. The combination of the wedge pillow and his skillful thrusts had me on the edge of orgasm, my body trembling with need.
He increased his pace, his hips slamming against mine, filling the room with the sound of flesh meeting flesh. I could feel my orgasm building, a tight coil of pleasure ready to explode. I squeezed him tightly, my muscles clenching around him, drawing him deeper.
And then it happened.
My orgasm crashed over me like a wave, intense and all-consuming. I cried out, my body convulsing as waves of pleasure washed through me. He continued to thrust, his own orgasm following close behind, his manhood pulsing inside me as he came.
The pleasure was so intense that it bordered on pain, a delicious mix of sensation that left us both breathless and sated. We collapsed together, our bodies entwined, our hearts racing in unison.
As we lay there, catching our breath, I couldn’t help but smile. Being taken this way—with the wedge pillow and the soft lighting—had been everything I hoped for and more. I knew I would remember this night for a long time, cherishing the way he made me feel, the way he fulfilled my every desire.
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