{ASS} Getting Hubby's Attention [F-solo, FM] by Eighteen and Innocent
Lee Vine
Eighteen and Innocent, who asked that I post it for her. -- Lee
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Getting Hubby's Attention [F-solo, FM]
by Eighteen and Innocent
First the usual disclaimer: If you're not supposed to read this
don't (i.e. if you're under eighteen, live in a place where it is
illegal, or your wife objects). There is a nasty curse attached
to this so that if you read it and you're not supposed to, all of
you're hair will fall out except you're pubic hair. Your pubic
hair will turn coarse and bristly like a hairbrush and you'll
never be able to masturbate again. If you are over eighteen,
this form of porn is legal where you live, and you don't have a
psychotic wife, then by all means, enjoy. Nothing will happen to
you except maybe a hard on.
Now then, allow me to introduce myself before you get the
impression I'm an old maid who has nothing better to do than sit
in a dark little room and write about a sex life she doesn't
have. I'm really anything but an old maid, slender but curvy,
and attractive with long dark hair and sparkling blue eyes. My
name is Crystal. I'm eighteen years old, although sometimes that
fact seems strange to me. At eighteen I've already been through
two years of college, have been married a year and a half, and am
a working mom raising two little boys. The classic super-mom.
Oh, and one other thing, I've been told I'm a bit of a pervert.
There's not a whole lot out there that I wouldn't try if I had
the chance. I'd love to make love to another woman. I imagine it
would be the ultimate in erotic. I like S&M, but I think maybe
I'm not ready to try the hard stuff just yet. That's okay, my
husband isn't ready to try the soft stuff just yet.
Which brings me around to introducing the other character in this
story - my husband. Soft is usually a good way to describe him.
I don't quite understand this. I know I look okay and I can
satisfy any man in bed, but he just doesn't notice me. I've
crawled into the shower with him completely naked and started
getting cozy with him and he just said to leave him alone because
he had some errands to run. How many guys do you know that don't
like a naked woman in the shower with them? I mean I have to
wonder about him sometimes. He's thirty-two and sometimes he
tries to be my father. This can be endearing, but most the time
it just irritates me because I'm trying so hard to be an adult
anyway. He looks just like Nicholas Cage, exactly. And he's a
real charmer, outgoing, and gets away with more than anyone I've
ever seen. But He's frustrating to live with. Sometimes I
wonder if I'm really just the maid. If I am, I'd like to get
paid for it. Anyway, all he seems to want from me is the
housework done and supper ready at night. I just wish he wanted
me.
A few months ago, he got sick of hearing me whine that I never
get enough sex, and he bought me a showerhead. The gas bill
skyrocketed, but I haven't quit wanting sex. It's one of those
with the pulse settings, and my God does it feel good. Umm-hmmm.
Anyway, a couple days ago I decided I wanted more than just the
showerhead and was going to get my husband's attention. It had
been almost three months since we had had sex. I figured I was
either going to get a little or start talking about alimony
payments. I love my husband to death, but I'm not ready to be
celibate. I've always heard that men are more visual than women,
that they want to see someone naked more than they want to be
touched. I'm not old enough to rent a porn movie. I'm only
eighteen, and in Nebraska I have to be nineteen to rent anything
or go in a sex toy store. That was crossed off my list of ideas
before it ever had a chance to be written down. I would have
loved to invite a girl over for a threesome, but I really don't
know anyone else that swings that way. I don't exactly live in a
very big town. And I already knew that seducing him wouldn't get
me anywhere. So, I thought it over and decided my best bet would
be to look for something on the Internet. I figured if a ten-
year-old kid could access it, why couldn't I?
So, I went on an Internet search for some interesting porn. I
thought maybe he needed to be shown what I wanted. I did a
search for "adult thumbnails for free" and came up with about a
zillion sites. I found some good lesbian sites and spent awhile
browsing. I liked the soft skin, pink tongues and curly hair. I
liked the tantalizing wetness shimmering on their pussies. I
imagined slipping my fingers inside, and her warm tongue licking
my clit, and I shuddered. I kept imaging what it would really
feel like to be the model. I guess it isn't just guys that like
to see something naked. Maybe porn wasn't so bad after all.
I found some anal sex pics for him. I knew all too well what
kind of porn turned him on because I'd seen the box under his bed
full of magazines and the damnedest toys. I still haven't
figured out what he was doing with my turkey baster. I have to
admit though that I like the anal thing too. He tried going up
my back door once when we were dating and it hurt like hell. I
didn't let him try it again, and then I started playing around
with the vibrator, gently putting it up my ass. And that felt
like heaven. I got off bigger than life that day. I told him
about it and a couple days later he came in me from behind doggy-
style, pumping away when all of the sudden I felt him putting his
fingers up my ass. Between the feeling of him in my pussy, and
his fingers in my ass, it wasn't long before I was begging him to
put his whole cock in my back door. Since then, we've messed
around with it a couple times, and I've decided I like it.
But the thing I liked the best on the porn sites, was the weird
dildo section. Just imagining someone putting things up inside
me, twisting, pushing was getting me dripping wet. These women
did the wildest things. It made me wonder what you got if you
actually paid for access to the site. One had a baseball bat
stuck inside her; another had a pop can. Personally that looked
painful. Other things included a vase; a rolling pin; a baster
like the one in Hubby's box; a baby octopus; a fish; an ear of
corn; a vacuum cleaner handle (I've done that - It feels good
because it vibrates); and a long, pink, rubber thing that went up
her ass and pussy at the same time. One chick looked like a
garden with a carrot stuck up her ass, one in her mouth, and five
in her pussy. I kept thinking about finding something to jack
off with the whole time I was looking for porn and it wasn't long
before I was upstairs with the showerhead.
I grabbed a baby rattle on the way upstairs and started tossing
clothes off even on the way up (good thing my sons were down for
a nap or they would have gotten a thrill). I jumped in the
shower, and turned the warm water on, immediately putting a
finger up inside. I knew I was wet, but didn't know I was that
wet. My pussy ached for relief. Sliding my fingers over my
clit, I shuddered. I knew if I wasn't careful, I was going to
come too fast and I wanted it to last. I set the showerhead on
the setting that made it spray out of one place in the middle and
cupped one breast in my hand spraying the water right on my
nipple. I stayed there until my other breast ached for attention
too. Cupping my first breast, squeezing, pinching my nipple
between my fingers, I moved the showerhead to the other. I felt
my knees going weak, slid the floor of the shower, and pushed the
big end of the rattle up inside my dripping cunt, leaving the
handle sticking out. Holding the showerhead with my feet so it
would spray my asshole with stinging needles of hot water, I
shoved the baby rattle in and out. It was a large one, that
almost hurt going in. I enjoyed the pressure and the slight
pain. But I was only teasing myself. I couldn't hold out any
longer. I wanted to come. Maybe it was closer to need.
I set the showerhead back on the setting where it pulsed and came
out in three streams of water. Two of the jets of water would
massage either side of my pussy, pulsing against my pussy lips
while the third I placed right on my clit. It was so sensitive.
I moved it just a little higher where it wasn't sensitive enough
to hurt but just felt good. Leaning back against the walls of
the tub, spreading my legs, I thought about what it would feel
like to have a gorgeous young blond in the shower with me, long
hair tickling my thigh, maybe lip stick kisses on my breasts,
tongue in my mouth. That's when I felt myself starting to come.
I wanted to, I needed to, but I didn't want it to end. I
wondered if I could hold out when it got sensitive, come all the
way through the orgasm without moving the showerhead away. It's
hard when it just feels so good it hurts. I rolled over on to my
stomach, getting into a doggy-style position, waiting a moment
before putting the showerhead back. In this position, I couldn't
close my legs when I started to come. I had to hold the
showerhead there even when I wanted to stop, even when the
pleasure was too intense. I tried not to make any noise, but I
heard a few moans escape anyway. I wanted to bite something, dig
my fingernails into soft flesh, scream. I saw colors flashing
beneath my eyelids, felt images swirling in my mind, felt so
good, but so intense at the same time. I began to tremble, began
to feel my body becoming warm and numb and tingly and I finally
moved the showerhead away. Sinking down into the tub on my back
again, I set the showerhead to a gentle spray of warm water,
spraying it over my body the way a lover would caress me with his
fingers.
Later, after supper was over, the dishes were done, and the boys
were tucked into their beds upstairs, I had a surprise for Hubby.
He was watching reruns of MASH, ignoring me as usual. I went
upstairs; slipped my clothes off; and changed into a new
negligee: a sexy, lace, black affair that I had bought that
afternoon. I had just shaved (and I'm talking about more than my
legs here), and my skin felt smooth and silky. I paused in front
of the mirror for a minute, admiring my body, touching my breasts
a little. I thought I looked pretty good. It was time to see
what Hubby thought.
I slowly walked downstairs, waiting until a commercial break to
try to get his attention. I sat down on the floor behind him,
and began to rub his shoulders, giving him the sexiest backrub
possible. I began to suck a little on his earlobe and down his
neck. Then I heard him laugh. I looked up and realized he was
laughing at a commercial. Hell, he didn't even know I was there.
I felt tears stinging my eyes. I wanted to yell at him, slap
him, or just kick him in the nuts. But I wasn't about to give up
that easy.
I sat down at the computer desk which was also in the living
room, about six feet from the TV and still in his line of vision.
I opened up the folder of pictures I had saved, opening each one
and leaving it up for awhile. I had over two hundred saved,
sorted into really hot ones in one folder and okay ones in
another folder. Flicking through the best ones, it wasn't long
before I looked across the room and noticed he had noticed.
Judging by what I was wearing and what I was looking at, I think
maybe, just maybe, he realized I was horny and I fully intended
to get more than the showerhead before the night was over. He
pulled up a chair beside me, smiling just a little and asked what
I was doing. I didn't bother answering. I figured he knew.
Instead I ran my fingers through his curly, dark hair and kissed
him long and deep. He chuckled and said, "uh-uh, I want to see
what you've got first."
I showed him pictures of firm cocks and shimmering pussies,
girl's tongues buried inside other girl's cunts, huge cocks
stuffed in between even bigger tits, beautiful women in every
position imaginable and a few I couldn't even have imagined. He
saw a picture I had saved of a pretty young girl having her
breasts suckled by a man while his fingers were tangled in her
hair, and his cock in her hand, and he said, "aw, kinda lame". I
said, "I don't know. It looked like it would feel good". He
looked at me quizzically for a moment, and then smiling tenderly,
began to stroke my nipples through the lacy material. The
friction of the material in his fingertips felt good against my
skin. Kissing me, he took the mouse out of my hand and began to
take a little more interest in the pictures. Clicking on one of
a girl having her pussy licked, he asked if I thought that would
feel good. When I murmured yes, he began to stroke more than my
nipples. "God, you're wet", He gasped. I gently rubbed his
throbbing cock while we looked at the screen.
Then he came to pictures of a chick with a dick up her ass and a
whole hand inside her pussy. He looked at me and just grinned.
I said there was no way he was going to do that. He just kept
grinning and said, "Lean back". I wasn't sure it was such a good
idea, but I figured I'd had a whole bag of marbles inside and
screwed his stick shift while he was driving, it couldn't be too
big of deal. I was wearing a Frederick's of Hollywood creation,
a crotchless one to insure access without having to take it all
off. He had me spread my legs up and bring them up to rest on
either side of his own in the chair. At first he just rubbed my
clit, driving me nuts because I wanted him inside; I wanted to
feel his hand pushing its way in. Then he put one finger in, and
another one, and another. He got to four and started to twist
his hand. I couldn't believe how good that felt. Every time he
would twist his hand, he'd hit my clit and send a ripple of
pleasure clear through my body, a tremor that I felt through my
breasts and all the way to my teeth. I felt myself shivering,
but it wasn't because I was cold. He tried to force his thumb in
too, but I cried out a little and was squirming because it hurt
and he stopped. I almost cried when he stopped. It hurt but
damn, it was a wonderful, searing, pressure that was so erotic.
He told me to lie down on the floor, which I did, but when he
took his shorts off, I grabbed him and started to suck his cock
insistently. I pushed him down to the floor, and straddling him
took just the head of his cock in his mouth. Teasing him I
sucked the head a few times until I felt him jerk. I knew how
sensitive it was. Then I went down on him all the way. He put
his hands on my shoulders urging me to take more. I swirled my
tongue on every up stroke and sucked hard on the way back down.
It wasn't long before I knew I'd better stop or I was going to
get more than a groan out of him (not that I mind swallowing. I
love it, but not yet).
Rubbing his cock with one hand, I pulled the ribbons that were
tying my negligee, so it dropped to the floor. He cupped my
breasts in his hands, taking one in his mouth while he rubbed his
thumb over my other nipple. Then he began to stroke my hot,
aching pussy again. I whispered to him to finish what he started
earlier. He didn't need a lot of encouraging, plunging his
tongue inside my shaved-smooth pussy, sucking my clit into his
mouth, biting a little, spreading my lips with his fingers, he
began to put his fingers in one at a time until he had four in
again. It was tight. I didn't know how any more could fit. I
remembered all of a sudden that all of the fisting pics I had
seen on the Internet were of women's hands, not of a man's hand.
A man's hand would be twice as big. I wondered if it really
would fit, and then I realized he had every intention of making
it fit. My eyes opened wide as he forced his thumb in. It
burned a little, but then he did that twisting thing again, and I
realized I was playing with my own nipples. I realized what he
was doing felt really good even if I was being ripped open. Then
he was forcing his whole hand in, not just his fingers, and it
was a searing, shooting pain. I tried to squirm away from him,
shook my head no, but he was insistent. I realized he wasn't
going to stop until his hand was all the way in so I pushed
against his hand. It finally slipped in all the way. It was a
relief to have the pressure lessened and it felt better. I felt
his whole hand inside and I looked down to see if it really was.
Holy Shit, I didn't know if it would go, but it did, and I could
feel my whole pussy full of his hand. I could feel his fingers
inside of me with my own if I put them on my stomach. Then I
began to push against his hand building a rhythm with my hips and
he fisted me back. He twisted a little sometimes and he kept
going until I started to moan, and I felt myself coming. I
couldn't control it, it hit so hard, waves of pleasure rushing
over me, the whole room felt like it was spinning, and I was
trembling and crying out for him to stop and don't stop all at
the same time. Then I relaxed and it was over although my whole
pussy was swollen and I was still squeezing his hand from the
inside. And then I bit my lip as he took his hand out. Ouch,
but I guess he couldn't just leave it in there.
He went to wash his hand off and I got up to go upstairs. I
hadn't made him come, but I figured we were probably done since I
couldn't walk anymore. As I climbed the steps to go upstairs,
it was hard to walk. My pussy was so swollen it was like having
a hard on. It was sensitive too. Just touching it was more than
I could handle. I wondered how men ever walked around with a
hard on, but I guess they can at least point it up so it's out of
the way. Mine was just there between my legs and every step I
took rubbed it, which wasn't entirely bad. It just felt really
weird.
I layed down on my stomach on the waterbed, still naked, hoping
he would come upstairs, lay down beside me and cuddle for awhile.
He did come upstairs then, but I don't think cuddling was all
he had on his mind. He started to caress my back and then he
went lower until he was playing with my but, kneading it. That
felt like heaven. Then he noticed my pussy. "Good God", he
said. "You're all puffy". He asked if it hurt. I said it
didn't really hurt, it just felt weird. He told me to roll over.
I thought maybe he wanted to see it, but he wanted to feel it.
He fingered me for a moment, which just felt weird - no other
way to describe it. My clit was over-sensitive still, and I was
so swollen, that his fingers had to work at parting my lips.
Then I saw his cock was still very hard. I moved my hips up to
reach his cock, hungrily burying it inside me. He said it felt
different than it had before. It did for me too. It felt good
to have his cock inside me. While it was the biggest I've ever
seen, it still wasn't like a hand. And it was nice because it
didn't put any pressure on the skin that had been recently
stretched to its limit. He just glided inside me. I squeezed him
with my pussy and heard him groan. I knew he was letting go,
that he was going to come inside me soon, and I made love to him
the way he likes. I grabbed his ass with one hand while stroking
his sides and back with my fingers. I buried him inside of me
and rocked him until he came. Warm seed spreading inside of me,
I was perfectly content. Laying there on top of me, he relaxed,
and I cuddled and caressed him.
Yep, I definitely got more than the showerhead. More than I
expected. I thought to myself that it probably wouldn't be the
last time porn came up on our computer screen.
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I did NOT write this story. It was forwarded to me by the author,
Eighteen and Innocent, who asked that I post it for her. -- Lee
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Lee Vine
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