Merry-go-round

A Saturday night, recently. Not so recent that it is totally clear in my head, but not so long ago that my memory starts to pad out... I'm dressed up for him- tan nylon stockings with a black seam and Cuban heels, high-heeled mules, a black satin six-strap suspender belt, a black transparent nylon Greek-line dress with halter neck and plunging neckline, a black mesh gown. The works. To make up for falling asleep on the floor the previous Saturday before getting around to letting him do things to me. I'm not hugely in the mood- or am I? I don't know. I can't really tell. Sex, yes. I like the idea of sex. I quite like the idea of it happening to me. Sex with him? And all the appurtenant appurtenances? The dressing up, the right noises in the right places, the posturing, the whole "as it was, so it ever shall be"... routine? I'm not so sure about that. But what the hell, I'm not here to be introspective. Get on with it, Violet.

So I stick a smile on my face, a smile that I swear that he must see through by now but seems not to, lie down on the big red beanbag (hell, it's more comfortable than the bare parquet in his new home office-space), smile wider at him. Dispose my gown and robe over my legs. Think about sex. A good hard fucking. Mm, yeah, I could really go for that.

I feel my brain (at least!) starting to get interested. Yeah... after all, I can always (and no doubt will) close my eyes, think about 48, think about Wolverine taking on that helicopter all by his little ol' hyper-masculine self, just think about that cock in me, moving, squirming, filling me with come.

By the time I've thought this, the few bare seconds it has taken me to come to terms with the idea of... the utter routine that is our sex life, the time it has taken me to actually be almost sure that I'm really going to enjoy the sex, and he's on his knees on the floor, looking at me. I smile that plastic smile, and start to play with myself. Stroke my breasts through the nylon, run my fingers over my belly, rub my legs together to make that nylon sound that turns him on so much. Check Box A, Tick Box B. I'm so conditioned to this that it's starting to turn me on- despite having no nylon fetish whatsoever.

I have a Turning Men On fetish. Or, no. Turning Other People On fetish.

He watches me, grinning. I reach out a foot, place it on his crotch. He's hard- I rub him through his pants. Just with my right foot at first, then with both. It's damn uncomfortable, but what the hell, my stomach muscles could definitely do with a workout. Up, down. Press. Up, press, down, up, down, press. Rub alternate sides. The whole foot on it, the foot turned perpendicular. Press gently, press hard.

He moves back, semi-lies down as he takes his jeans off, then his boxers. I go on rubbing his cock with my feet, watching him enjoy it, watching his eyes roll back in his head as he leans back on his elbows. I move my left foot down to toe his balls. He moans- I wriggle my toes over them, press between them, lift them up from underneath, circle... Then my foot moves down further, and I slide it up and down the crack of his ass. He gasps- and pushes my other foot away from his cock, which, amazingly, I was still managing to keep stroking relatively rhythmically, and starts to jerk off.

My right foot now plays with his balls, as the toes on my left foot work up and down against his ass, starting to target his hole, pressing my big toe against it, moving back, moving forwards, swirling around it as best I can. My mind is pretty much blank now, I'm entirely on auto-pilot. Insert Tab A into Slot A. I slowly press my big toe against his hole. It actually moves in- which I did not expect. I keep on pushing, pulsing, gently. I don't want to hurt him, and he's loving it so much. I'm finding it pretty interesting, in an odd way- I'm fucking his ass with my nylon-clad toe. I don't think I've done this for him for years. Move the toe, pulse it, flutter it... until he gasps that he's going to come.

He gets up fast, and is over me on the beanbag, pushing my legs apart, aiming his cock at my cunt. Hey, wait a minute! I may be ready for this mentally, my body is nowhere! Ow! Jeez, you're not... Oh, damn, he is.

But no, he's not. He pushes his cock on my cunt, pushing on my lips. He's not trying to get inside (praise all the gods!)- instead... wow. Creampie, everywhere. All over.

After which, he apologises.

- I'm sorry.
- What for, my love?
- I feel really selfish.
- That's OK, honey. (It really is OK. I wasn't expecting anything, and I got nothing, so I'm not disappointed.)
- But, well, it was all about me, and I didn't do anything for you.
- That's OK. You know that sometimes, that's just the way it is. No biggie. You had a good time, that's cool. Besides, it was sort of fun.
- Yeah?
- Yeah.

I lie back on the beanbag, look up, see myself reflected in the skylight.

- Besides...
- Yeah?
- I look damn fucking hot. And I really like that.

We giggle, we kiss, I strip, we head for bed, sneaking in beside the Spawn, where we cuddle until we fall asleep- something that hardly ever happens (due to my utter loathing of being close to anybody when I'm asleep).

The next morning, about 8, we both wake up. To our surprise, the Spawn is still fast asleep, snoring. How can such a small (and cuuuute!) nose make so much noise?

He tugs me over towards him, and we cuddle. Somehow... he's hard. And I'm on my back, my legs spread, his cock sliding into me (hmm, I must have been dreaming about sex again, I'm nicely damp). He grinds his cock into me, already fucking me hard before I even have time to think.

Which, of course, is perfect.

Can you think with a lovely cock up you? Or when your cock is buried up a lovely cunt? Do you want to?

I don't. Especially right now. I want to scream and howl into his shoulder and pull him harder into me and him to call me a bitch and a slut and a whore and bite my neck until I whimper... but I'll settle for second best, which is when he pulls out and and asks me to move over onto his side of the bed (further from the Spawn). I do better than that- I roll over onto my knees, stick my face in his pillow, stick my ass in the air. He's behind me fast, sliding up me, his hands on my hips, banging into me. Bang, bang, bang, he's fucking me hard, my hand is up between my legs playing with my clit and I'm loving it- and he freezes, shoves against me, digs into me again, pushing. I think he's coming, but I'm not quite sure... and I'm not really thinking about it.

When he stops moving, I reach further up between my legs, grasp his cock, pull it out, move it up... and back my ass onto his cock. This is what I wanted from the get-go, from the second his cock was stiff against my hand as it drifted down his belly in one long affectionate caress... his cock up my ass. Him to fuck my ass.

It slides in, long, slippery, smooth. He holds my hips again, fucking, grinding, moving, circling in me, until I can't stand it, can't bear it, and whisper to him that I must turn over, I have to, oh gods, I have to turn! I flatten onto my belly, he lifts up, I semi-swivel, lift a leg over his head... damn. We're almost there, and he pops out. I'm ready to give up, since I'm pretty sure he's come, and I shrug up at him- but no, he grasps his cock, holds it tight to harden it, and goes back up my ass, in one long swoop. Yarrrr...

I let him fuck me a few strokes before reaching for my clit, mashed between the two of us. I carefully strum at it, circling, flicking, until I get there, my legs rising up either side of his hips, flexing, opening, shutting, as I grit my teeth, my mind as ever flicking through the images of what will get me off, 48's hand smashing into my face, a fist (whose?) in my stomach, that big bald guy from that TV show, mm, cock up my ass, fucking, fucking, fucking... And I've come. With just a couple of minutes to spare to go wash my hands before the Spawn wakes, wanting her mama...

You lose some, you win some. It's a fair deal.

In a side note- since then, the Spawn has finally been moved to her own bedroom. Not that we've had time to take advantage of this yet, as my husband hasn't been well, and my period turned up about 10 days early and both incredibly painfully and messily. But it should be over soon... and the days of having no other choice than the living-room floor will hopefully be over... for at least a year or so.