Intermission

I am the big spoon. I am always the big spoon. If anyone asks, I actually prefer sleeping in my own space, on my belly or side. But my husband enjoys being spooned, enjoys the warmth, he says. So I do it for him.

As I cuddle up to him, naked front to naked back, I can’t help but think of another time, another spoon. That time, I wasn’t actually naked. A thick black strapon and some lube were between me and my lover. I pushed his upper leg forward so I could access his sweet ass. A lubed finger probed his hole to prepare it for my lady-cock. I could feel him tense, then relax as he became more excited. I teased his ass back and forth with the rubber dildo before positioning in just the right place. I moved my hips forward as the magic wand slowly entered him. I grabbed his hip with my hand and began to rock him, my cock sliding effortlessly into his larger opening. I felt my pussy swell and become wetter as it smashed against his ass. Pretty soon, I was slamming him hard against me, both of us grunting against the effort.

“Fuck me harder, Mistress,” he said. I smacked his ass with my open hand.

“Silence,” I said. I pulled him onto his knees and pushed his head down. I repositioned my cock at at his asshole, and drove it deep inside him. “There,” I told him, “you’ll get it nice and hard now.”

Again and again, I pounded his ass, taking him to my plastic balls. I felt my orgasm begin to build, and I finally let myself go, shuddering all the way to my toes.

I told him to turn over, grabbed his cock, and one, two, three, he squirted his load all over himself.

And now, naked front to naked back, it’s just a spoon. Sharing warmth. Affection.

But sometimes I remember…

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