And then the hands clasped onto my hips and pulled them up, so I was on my knees with my head still on the pillow, and I knew that it was my husband behind me.
He pushed his face against me from behind, and I felt his tongue push against my cunt as his finger pushed into my ass up to his first knuckle, and I moaned into the pillow and pushed back against his mouth.
And then he was up against me, and I felt his cock push into me from behind, and he sank all the way to the hilt in one hard thrust.
“Gaaaaawd.” I groaned.
I grabbed fistfuls of the bedspread as I felt the slight curvature of his cock push against my g-spot.
“Happy Birthday Emily.” He said, starting to thrust rapidly back and forth.
“Oh fuck that feels good.” I said.
I hadn’t thought that I would be able to cum again, but his cock fucking in and out of me in this position always hits my insides just right, and I knew that another orgasm was very possible.
“Have you enjoyed it so far?” he asked, leaning over me to push himself even deeper.
“Oh yes.” I moaned. “So fucking much.”
“I’m glad.” He said. “You deserve it. We all love you so much.”
“You’re so fucking hard.” I moaned. “You’re hitting me just right.”
I felt him grab a fistful of my hair and pull my head up, and then his hand made a tight fist in my hair and pulled my head back as far as he could.
Pain lanced through my scalp, and I gasped as my cunt clenched in response to the erotic triggering of my body.
His cock stabbed into my cunt over and over, and as he pulled my head back, I arched my back and tightened my hole around him.
“Robert I’m going to cum.” I whimpered. “Your dirty cock is going to make me cum again.”
He started to pound against me, and I could feel my clit start to twitch at the forceful stimulation.
“You’re so fucking wet.” He said. “I love fucking your sloppy twat.”
“Fuck me.” I panted. “Fuck me harder!”
And then he was grunting and I felt his cock start to throb inside of me as he pushed all the way and held it, pulling my hair as his orgasm took over.
I realized that wasn’t spurting enough cum for me to feel, and I wondered whether Julie or Erin had gotten his first load.
He kept grinding against me with his cock buried deep in my cunt, and I realized that he’d be done before my own orgasm could start.
But the thought of being denied an orgasm by the man I loved the most was a thrill. I knew that he wouldn’t leave me frustrated. He’d either fuck me again or use his mouth.
Or have someone else come in to take over.
He grabbed my hips and turned me over on the bed, and then pushed me up against the headboard.
I sat on the bed like that, with my legs splayed out in front of me and my wet cunt hungry with need. As I looked at my husband, I realized why I hadn’t felt any hot spurts of cum to go along with his intense throbbing.
He was wearing a condom.
I pointed to his cock and looked up at him.
“Why are you wearing that?” I asked him. “You know I love your cum up in me.”
“I know you love my cum.” He said. “In you. On you. Any way you can get it. So I had the girls help me while you were out this afternoon.”