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The door clicked shut behind me as I slipped into the living room, my heart pounding in my chest. I glanced over at my husband, Alex, slouched on the couch with his eyes glued to the football game on TV. Little did he know, I had a surprise for him tonight.

I sauntered up to him, my hips swaying seductively. “Look what I found in my dresser drawer, honey,” I purred, holding up a shiny, silver vibrator. His eyes widened and a smirk spread across his face.

“Well, well, well… What do we have here?” he chuckled, patting his lap. “Come have a seat and show me how you like to use that thing.”

I grinned, climbing onto his lap straddling him. His hands instantly went to my ass, squeezing the soft flesh as I ground my hips into his. I could already feel his cock stirring in his pants, growing harder by the second.

I reached behind me, unzipping my tight little dress and letting it pool around my waist. My big, perky tits bounced free, the cool air causing my nipples to stiffen. Alex groaned, leaning forward to take one in his mouth, suckling and nibbling on the sensitive bud.

My own hands made quick work of his belt and zipper, shoving his pants down his thighs. His cock sprang free, thick and hard, the mushroom head glistening with pre-cum. I wrapped my hand around the shaft, stroking him slowly as I gyrated my hips, rubbing my thong covered pussy against him.

“Ohhh fuck, baby,” he moaned, releasing my nipple with a pop. “You’re so fucking sexy.”

I smirked, reaching into my dress and pulling out the vibrator. “I’m going to make you watch while I fuck myself with this big, hard toy,” I whispered in his ear. “Maybe it’ll help you understand how tiny your little cock feels inside me.”

His eyes flashed with anger and lust. “You bitch,” he growled, snatching the vibrator from my hand. “I’ll show you who’s in charge around here.”

He flipped us over, pinning me to the couch, my legs spread wide. He tore my thong off, tossing the scrap of lace aside. His fingers delved between my folds, finding my clit and rubbing hard circles around the swollen nub.

“Ohhh god yes!” I moaned, my back arching off the couch. He plunged two fingers deep inside my dripping cunt, thrusting in and out, curling them to hit my g-spot. All the while, his other hand pumped his cock, still rock hard and throbbing.

“Fuck, your pussy is so tight,” he grunted, scissoring his fingers. “I can’t wait to slam my big cock in there, stretch you out until you’re begging for more.”

I thrashed my head from side to side, my walls clamping down on his fingers as my orgasm built. “Ohhhh fuck, Alex!” I cried out, coming hard, my juices gushing all over his hand.

He pulled his fingers out, shoving them in his mouth and sucking off my essence. “Delicious,” he groaned. “But I want some of that sweet fucking cream straight from the source.”

He moved between my legs, spreading them even wider. The blunt head of his cock prodded my entrance, teasing me, making me insane with need. “Please, baby!” I whimpered. “I need your big fat cock in me! Now!”

With one powerful thrust, he buried himself to the hilt, my pussy stretching wide around him. “FUCK!” he roared, starting to pound into me, his hips smacking against my thighs with each thrust.

I was in heaven, his thick shaft ramming against my g-spot with every plunge. My tits bounced and jiggled, his hands coming up to maul them, pinching and pulling my nipples. “Ohhhh shiiiiit!” I screamed, coming again, my pussy clenching his cock like a vice.

“That’s it, baby,” he grunted. “Take my fucking cock! I’m going to fill you up with my cum, mark you as mine!”

He slammed into me one, two, three more times before stilling, his cock jerking as he shot thick ropes of cum deep inside me. I could feel the hot liquid flooding my womb, making a wet squelching sound as it mixed with my own juices.

We collapsed together, our sweaty bodies tangled, breathing hard. “Wow,” I gasped, running my hand through his damp hair. “That was fucking incredible.”

He grinned, kissing me deeply. “You’re something else, you know that? Always keeping me on my toes.”

I laughed, smacking his chest playfully. “That’s why you married me, stud. To keep things interesting.”

We stayed like that for a while, basking in the afterglow, until our stomachs growled. “I don’t know about you,” Alex chuckled, “but I worked up quite an appetite. Why don’t we go see what we’ve got to eat?”

I nodded, stretching languidly. “Sounds good. A woman’s gotta replenish her energy after all that… exercise.”

We gathered our clothes and made our way to the kitchen, hand in hand, both of us smiling. Life was good, and we knew it. Even when we had our little moments of friendly sparring and Cuckold Husband Get To Watch tease each other, it only served to make our relationship stronger.

After all, variety was the spice of life, and we both loved to play.