I was feeling fiesty last night. A combination of PMS, recent stress, and a heated discussion about porn with both my shrink and my friend left me feeling a bit testy. I kept thinking about something my shrink had told me, that our bodies were meant to feel extreme pleasure and orgasm, and every moment that I gave in to fear and trauma instead, I was only further damaging myself. Self abuse, she called it. Perpetuating. It was a jagged little pill to swallow, and left a nasty taste in my mouth.As soon as my son was in safely tucked away in bed, I decided I’d had enought thinking for the day and it was time for action. Naked, lusty, enticing action, to be precise.

Hubby and I were watching TV. You know, stooopid TV, the only kind that can really get your mind off of that which ails it. Ok, ok, it was South Park, I confess. However, the incredibly low browed and crass humor wasn’t about to stand in the way of what I wanted. No, sir.

I asked Jack to sit in the middle of the couch. He looked up at me with one eyebrow raised, already clued in that something was up. I smiled at him saucily and dropped trou, then laid across him on the couch, pillow propped so I could still watch TV. Darling Jack then had a lapful of delectable ass to pet while he continued to watch TV.

I’m a tricky one, I am. At least, I fancy myself to be. I figured it was perfect- he gets a naked woman draped across his lap, but she isn’t insisting he do anything. No pressure, just the weight of my hips on his groin, ha.

We continued watching TV, and Jack was making the happiest little noises of appreciation while he laughed along at the silly show and rubbed his hands firmly over my bared bottom. Might he choose to spank it? Might he choose to pet it? Perhaps he could flip off the TV and fuck his slutty wife, or just watch the show and squeeze my almighty cheekiness as he pleased. So many options, and all left up to him. I requested nothing, but offered everything.

Turns out to be a good combination.

Jack squeezed and rubbed for a bit, but couldn’t resist pushing a little further. His hand slid down between my thighs and slowly rubbed across my pussy, paying just a moments attention to my swelling clit. I continued watching the show but couldn’t help moaning and arching my back up into the air, spreading my legs just a bit more.

He slid a finger inside me and I gasped. He started to work me over, slowly and patiently, both of us still watching TV and laughing, but both moaning and getting hotter as time went on. I could feel his cock stiffen and push up against my belly, and I wasted no time in reaching up the leg of his shorts and grabbing it tightly in my hand. I stroked him, slowly, fully engaged in the hardness of his shaft, the heat of his balls, the way his pubic hair curled and twisted around my fingers as I lowered my hand to the base of him. Fucking delicious.

Each commercial break would only intensify the play, the moaning, the wanton lust I felt building. I was wet, so wet I could hear his fingers as they slid in and out of me. My breasts hurt from the painfully sheer desire of wanting to be touched, bitten, anything. And there is nothing sweeter than laying naked over a man’s lap, at least to me. The vulnerability is overwhelming. I was an offering unto him. What he chose to take was his bidding. I wanted him to take it all, but I was willing to let it be submissive, on his terms, at his pace. Had he just rubbed my ass and we’d gone to bed, sure, I would have been a bit disappointed, but he obviously had more on his mind, and I was game to whatever his darling heart fancied.

Finally the show ended. After thirty minutes of squirming and moaning and laughter, we were both so relaxed and lusty I knew it was time to turn up the heat. I got up, pulled one leg over to straddle him, and pushed my cunt into his face. “Lick me,” I said, grinning. “Lick my pussy, please,” I begged. He just smiled, delighted at my initiative (and dexterity, there hasn’t been a lot of that lately with PT), and started in to licking my clit.

Fuck. I half stood, half knelt on the couch, perched above him, looking down. I watched as he closed his eyes and eagerly lapped at my clit. I don’t know for certain but I imagine his thoughts were something along the happy lines of, “Damn, my wife is such a fucking slut. I love it.” That, at least, was the expression on his face. Unfortunately, his fingers were no longer inside me and my cunt hurt from the lack. I let him lick for just a minute or two, and then lowered myself to his lap, where he had already ripped his shorts down, maybe off, who cares? It wasn’t like I was paying that much attention. I saw his stiff cock beneath me, and that was all I cared about.

I played with it for just a moment, and then pushed him inside me, lowering myself onto him, impaling myself with him. “Unnnngh!” I groaned, the feeling so delectable, so complete, so fucking right that I had no words for it, not that it mattered. He rose up to meet me, hips in the air, but damn if I couldn’t get him deep enough. Fuck it. His cock was inside me, I was riding him, fucking him, pussy wet and abandon lost.

He leaned forward, face chasing my nipples as my breasts swung up and down before him, finally clamping down on one niople with his teeth. As I thrust myself back down, he didn’t let go, and the searing pain through my tit just made me hotter. He knows what I like.

I thought about running to grab the nipple clamps but I didn’t want to leave his lap for anything…although the idea of riding him, nipples clamped with the chain swinging, him watching me masturbate while I fucked him until he could watch an orgasm transcend my face was pretty damn appealing.

He bit, I thrust. Deeper, deeper, dammit! I played with my clit, leaning back so he could admire the view, visual creature that he is. Finally I couldn’t take it. “I need you deeper!” I panted, desperate to feel his cock push at the places I simply can’t reach alone.

We ended up in the kitchen, me bent over the counter, totally getting off on the hard cold counter crushing my breasts as he fucked me from behind. I would slip a bit, and the edges of the counter would scrape across my nipples, sending me into shuddering orgasms. I could feel my pussy open to him, willing him to cum deeply inside me, then clamp back down on his dick as I came again. Over and over, the feeling of the delicate skin of his cock, the hardness beneath it, and the muscular force of his thrusts drove me over the edge.

I came for him, I came for him, I came for me, I came. Finally I felt his dick get thicker, heard his breathing get jagged, and I felt the pulse of his cock and he thrust his cum deeply inside me. Why I love it so fucking much, I don’t know, but the feeling of him splashing up inside me always makes me cum again, and I did.

I then dropped face first onto the counter, thankfully not far or I might have really hurt myself. I had to laugh. He fucked me so righteously I did a damn face plant onto the counter when he finished. Fuck.

We stood there like that, him slowly moving his softening cock inside me, our hips locked together in a slow grind, until he pulled himself out. I must confess, I almost always swear when he does it. I hate it, I really do. I wish I could just keep his cock inside me, fall asleep like that, wake up and grind my ass up against him till I cum again, fall back asleep, do it again….well, a girl can dream. As it was, it’s not like I was left wanting, there’s just something about a pussy full of his hot cum that makes me feel sluttier than ever. I love it. I just fucking love it.

I stumbled down the hall and fell asleep, happy as hell. This morning, when I woke up, I stood up and felt his juices dripping out me. Damn. I was instantly horny. He fucked me again after my son got on the bus, before Jack had to leave for work, and here I sit, pussy throbbing with the memory of it all.

I want to offer myself to him again. Now. Until then, I think I’ll take care of my throbbing wet self the best I can…