Husband wakes up wife when, he sticks a plug into her butt and then makes her moaning loud

“Naughty wake-up call”

The golden rays of the morning sun peeked through the flimsy curtains, casting a warm glow upon the couple’s bedroom. Mark lay naked, peering at his slumbering wife, Jenna, her bare back rising and falling gently with each breath. He grinned devilishly, an idea already forming in his devious mind.

Mark reached over to the nightstand, snatching the small, purple butt plug he had hidden away. Jenna stirred slightly, but remained lost in her dreams. The opportunity was too good to pass up. Mark lifted the sheets, exposing Jenna’s lush, naked bottom. With gentle fingers, he caressed the smooth slopes of her ass cheeks.

“Oooh,” Jenna cooed, still asleep, pushing back into his touch. Mark chuckled softly to himself. He grabbed the silicone plug and coated the flared base with a generous amount of lube. Then, with his other hand, he delicately spread Jenna’s cheeks, exposing her tight, puckered entrance. Mark focused, positioning the tip of the plug on Jenna’s virgin hole.

“Oh, babe, not while I’m sleeping,” Jenna mumbled, still half-conscious. “I’m too tickish.”

Mark grinned, that only encouraged him further. He applied the slightest pressure, watching in awe as her resistant pucker slowly relaxed and began to yield. Jenna stirred, now slightly asleep, her body instinctively tightening at the foreign intrusion. Mark waited patiently, rubbing tiny circles on her back, lulling her back to slumber.

The moment Jenna breathed deeply, he pushed forward. The plug slipped past her entrance with a soft pop, sinking into her warm, tightbottom. Jenna jack-knifed up, eyes wide open as she felt the plug nestled deep inside her. Her juices seeped out, dribbling onto the sheets.

“Mark!” she squeaked, flushed. “You…you naughty boy.”

Mark pounced on her, pinning her down beneath him. His hard shaft pressed against her thigh. “Mmh, you feel so good, baby,” he growled, nuzzling her neck. “And you look so beautiful when you’re all flustered.”

He rolled his hips, rubbing her clit with his rigid cock. Jenna moaned, the plug churning her insides, a foreign but addictive sensation. Their hands roamed each other’s bodies, caressing, groping, pinching. When their mouths crashed together, tongues battling for dominance, Jenna found herself moaning loudly, the plug shifting with each movement.

Mark fisted Jenna’s hair, yanking her head back as he pounded into her. She clamped down on him, her velvet walls rippling around his hard length. “Mmmph,” he grunted, pounding into her relentlessly. “So, tight. You love this, don’t you? Being plugged and fucked like a dirty slut?”

“Y-Yes!” Jenna keened, shockingly loud. “Mark, I’m…I’m cumming!” Her thighs trembled, her pussy convulsing around Mark’s pistoning cock. Mark thrust harder, chasing his own release. With a guttural moan, he exploded inside her, his thick seed flooding her womb. The plug milked him for every last drop. Mark collapsed on top of Jenna, both gasping for air.

“See?” Mark panted, lifting his head to grin wickedly at her. “Told you morning wake-up calls could be fun.” Jenna smiled breathlessly and rolled her eyes.

“Oh, you’re insatiable,” she laughed. “But I like it.” She groaned as he rolled off of her and onto his back. Jenna immediately snuggled against him, resting her head on his shoulder. “That was intense.”

“Mhmm,” Mark agreed, stroking her hair. “And just to think, we have the whole day ahead of us,” he said ominously. Jenna shuddered against him, excited but nervous.

The morning light had turned harsh and blinding, squinting as Jenna woke up from her dream. She rubbed her eyes and stretched lazily before realizing where she was. Confusion filled her new apartment, disoriented. Slowly, the dreams faded away like bits of smoke.

An awkward chuckle slipped past her lips when she realized the awkward reality of the situation – she was alone in a strange apartment, with only the memory of a dream to keep her company.

Reality hit her hard and fast – divorced and moving on, that chapter was now closed, and a huge gaping chasm that needed to be filled, a new chapter was beginning, but where would it lead her? Would it be better than the last? Questions circled inside her mind that she couldn’t answer.

Perfection couldn’t be the goal or the burden to bear. Life would be what life is – imperfections and all. Jenna needed to come to terms with the breakdown of what she once held dear.

One day at a time, she told herself. Heaven help her, all she could do now was lift her chin up and go forward.