Hot Married Sex

This is part two of my Phone Sex story, so if you haven’t yet read the first part, take a quick detour to Phone Sex - Part I and do so now. Otherwise, read on, and expect explicit language.

     “Lie back on the bed and open your legs, wide.”
     His voice on the other end of the phone was calm yet commanding, and she didn’t hesitate do follow his instructions the moment he had uttered them.
     “Okay,” she said.
     “Where are your hands?”
     “My left is holding the phone.”
     “And your right hand?”
     She smiled and glanced down at her right hand.
      “Stroking.”
      “Stroking what?”
      “You know what.”
      “I do. But I want you to be specific.”
      “I’m stroking my pussy.”
      “Try again.”
      “I’m stroking my hot, tight, pussy. And I’m getting very wet listening to you.”
      She loved the way he always insisted on her stating the obvious, and on describing what she was doing in as much detail as possible. She knew that he got turned on listening to her talk dirty, and if the truth be told, it always turned her on just as much.  
      “Start rubbing your clit,” he said. “And as you do, tell me what you’re thinking.”
      “Okay,” she said. “I’m thinking about the last time I was with you. You had me tied to the bed and you tongue fucked me for what seemed like hours. I looked down at you and saw that animal look you get in your eyes when you’re eating me out.” Although she wasn’t totally aware of it, her right hand was steadily gathering speed as she related the thoughts to him.
      “I made you talk like a dirty slut that night, didn’t I?”
      “Yes,” she said, and her pussy twinged at the memory.
      “Well it would make sense for you to do the same again, seeing as you’re thinking about that night anyway.”
      “What do you want me to say?”
      “Can’t you remember what you said the last time?” he laughed.
      “Oh, I can remember,” she said. The fact was, she’d thought of it constantly for a couple of days, and had to change several pairs of panties as a consequence.
      “Go on then. Talk to me.”
      “I want you to fuck me,” she said.
      “How?”
      “Hard. I want you to make me your dirty little slut. I want you to take me. Own me. Use me.”
      “I am using you. Right now.”
      “God, yeah. I know. And I fucking love it.
      Her right hand was rubbing hard on her clit, which had swollen considerably in the last couple of minutes.
      “I want your cock,” she said. “I need it. So fucking badly.”
      “Keep going, but don’t cum until I say you can.”
      She swallowed hard, her breathing already quite shallow.
      “I want you to pin my hands down above my head and fuck me hard. I want you to call me names.”
      “Like what?”
      “Nasty names. Bitch. Whore. Slut. Call me a cock tease and tell me you’re gonna give it to me hard to teach me a lesson. Oh, god, yes…”
      “Alright. Stop.”
      His voice was firm and final.
      “What?”
      “Take your hand away from your pussy and stop. That’s all for tonight.”
      She did as he commanded, but her clit was aching. Another minute or so and she would have cum big time.
      “You bastard. You can’t expect me to stop, just like that. Finish me.” She gritted her teeth. “Finish me now.”
      “Maybe next time,” he said, and hung up.

* * * * * * * *

      He enjoyed the last mouthful of bourbon and put the empty glass down on the table. A glance at the clock told him it was nine thirty. He rose from his armchair, flicked off the lamp in the corner of the room and headed upstairs.
      You’ve got to keep them keen, he thought with a smile. Besides, she really does love being teased. She just wasn’t expecting you to let her get that far…
      When he reached the top of the stairs he flicked off the hall light and pushed open the door. She threw a cushion at him as soon as he entered the room.
      “That’s for letting me get so worked up,” she said. “You did it deliberately.”
      “Yes,” he said.
      “She tried not to smile, but didn’t quite succeed. “Sometimes I wonder why I ever married you in the first place,” she said.
      “You married me because you knew you’d enjoy playing games like this.”
      He smiled and closed the door. Tonight they’d fuck like demons, and all it had taken was half an hour of creative preparation. Whoever said married sex was boring needed to get themselves some education.

Erotic fiction is something that I hope to write more of here at Hot Married Sex, and after giving it a whirl with Erotica For Her, I’m now going to attempt something slightly different with a two-part story entitled Phone Sex. Expect explicit language, and let me know what you think…

Phone Sex – Part I

He set his glass of bourbon down on the oak side table and settled into the dark leather armchair beside it. A glance at the pendulum wall clock told him it was one minute to nine in the evening, and he pressed a couple of buttons on his mobile phone, then snapped it shut just as quickly.
     No, make her wait, he thought. Sixty seconds more won’t kill you.
     He watched the pendulum swing back and forth, each complete movement marking another second gone by. The more he watched, the longer each swing seemed to take, and he thought it funny how the mind can play tricks on itself like that. The sway of the pendulum reminded him of the way her hips moved when she walked, and when the clock finally struck nine he was almost disappointed that it shattered his idle fantasy.
     After waiting for the last chime to sink back into silence, he flipped open his phone and dialled again.      Her phone rang once, twice and then she answered.
     “You’re late,” she said.
     “Actually I’m exactly on time.”
     “But you knew I’d be waiting for you.”
     “And that’s why I didn’t ring sixty seconds ago,” he smiled.
     “You’re a bastard,” she hissed. “You know I hate being teased.”
     He reached for his glass and took a slow sip of the dark amber liquid, savouring the burn for a long moment before finally swallowing. “I know you say that,” he said. “But you love it really.”
     She laughed softly at that, and he could imagine her squirming with delight.
     “What are you wearing?” he asked.
     “A silk negligee. That black one you bought me. Remember?”
     “How could I forget? Are you wearing the panties too?”
     “No. I’m not wearing any panties, if you must know.”
     An image of her pussy flashed into his mind as she said that. Shaved, smooth, inviting. He’d spent several delightful evenings with his head between her thighs, and he was looking forward to many more in the future. His groin stirred as he considered the prospect.
     “You’ve gone quiet. What are you thinking about?”
     “Nothing much.”
     “Liar. You were thinking about me laying here with no panties, weren’t you?”
     “Maybe.”
     “Good. I like you thinking those things. I’d much rather you were here with me in person, though. My pussy is aching. It needs your tongue.”
     “Stop,” he said. “I’m a married man.”
     “That never held you back before.”
     “No, it didn’t.”
     “And I’m glad. Aren’t you?”
     He took another sip of bourbon and smiled. “Yes. I’m very glad.”
     “Well then.” She giggled at her small victory. “What’s it going to be tonight?”
     “I’m in a controlling mood,” he said.
     “Mmmmm” she moaned, “I like those.” Then she added, “How long do you have alone?”
     “She won’t be back for at least an hour.”
     “Okay then. Let’s get started….”

In an effort to keep things fresh here at Hot Married Sex, today’s post is a piece of erotica for women. It’s explicit and might not be to the taste of everyone, so don’t say you haven’t been warned. Comments are welcome. Enjoy!

So you’re sitting there in front of your computer reading my blog. I knew you would. I know how you like to check up on me and see what I’m writing. You might pretend to be prim and proper on the outside, but what goes on inside that pretty head of yours is a very different story.

In the privacy of your own mind you have all sorts of dirty thoughts. In fact, you’re a bit of a dirty little slut, aren’t you? Don’t worry, I won’t tell.

I like to imagine you reading these words. I like to imagine watching you. You’re sat there with your legs slightly open. Open them a bit wider so that I can get a better view. That’s right. Hmmm. So tempting…

How does it feel when I kneel down in front of you, place one hand on each of your knees and force your legs apart even further? I lean forward and kiss the fabric of your panties, nuzzling your crotch. I run the tip of my tongue along the edge of your panties, then maybe pull them aside when you least expect it.

You like me to circle your clit with my tongue, don’t you? To suck, gently at first, and then a little harder. My hands support your ass, lifting you slightly so that I can work your pussy more effectively with my mouth, my tongue running along your groove and then suddenly probing your opening.

You like being tongue-fucked, I can tell, but I’m not here to serve. I’m here to give you the pleasure of being used. I stand up and unbutton my jeans, then unzip my fly. I grab the back of your head and pull you toward my crotch as I bring my erect cock out to play. I don’t wait for you to give your permission, I just slide my cock into your hot mouth and start thrusting slowly, my hand still supporting your head.

Hmmm. You’re greedy. You’re taking it so deep that you make the occasional gagging noise, and your eyes are watering. Black rivulets of mascara are running down your cheeks. Makes you look like a common whore.

And you like that, don’t you?

I withdraw from your mouth, pull you to your feet and make you stand over your desk with your hands palm-down on the surface. Behind you, I take a look at the sumptuous curves of your ass and lift your skirt, then pull your panties down and let them fall to your ankles. I enter you quickly, perhaps a little roughly, grabbing a handful of your hair with my left hand as my thrusting establishes a rhythm.

You like being taken like this. You can’t see me because of my position, but you can certainly feel my cock driving into you again and again.

Harder.

Faster.

Deeper.

I reach around and find your clit with my right hand, rubbing you hard and fast as my cock continues to shaft your hot, tight pussy. Rubbing in small circles, you begin writhing until you feel the warm wave of your orgasm exploding through your body.

I wait for your climax to subside, then withdraw and turn you around. A hand on your shoulder pushes you down onto your knees and I quickly bring my penis back to your lips, then slide it over the surface of your tongue into your mouth.

Finish me, bitch.

That’s right. Work it like a pro. Let me hold your head as I fuck your face. I’m gonna cum any minute. I’m gonna –

I grunt as the urge to shoot in your mouth overwhelms me and you immediately start sucking me dry. You have an evil glint in your eye that tells me you love the sense of power and control that this gives you. For a long moment, I’m putty in your hands, and you know it. When you’re done, you lick your lips salaciously and pat me on the ass before tidying yourself up and getting on with your business.

Now who’s been using who? I wonder…

Is pornography an aid or an obstacle as far as having hot married sex is concerned? This is a question that many people ask, but the short answer is that there is no short answer. Whether porn enhances a relationship or otherwise depends on the individuals involved in the marriage and what their perceptions of porn are to begin with.

Couples who agree that porn is harmless fun can get a great deal out of porn. They can use it together to increase libido, maybe learn a few tricks and spark a hot, steamy session that brings them closer.

Couples who agree that porn isn’t harmless fun – for whatever reason – can choose to avoid it and find other ways of increasing their libido, expanding their sexual repertoires and keep sex hot and exciting.

The only couples who might have some difficulty with porn is where one partner is really into it and the other isn’t. In this scenario I believe the spouse who is enthusiastic about porn has to discuss the issue with their partner. There are a couple of questions that could be asked:

What is your partner’s definition of porn? It could be that they assume all porn is hardcore to the extreme and involves peanut butter pony play in gimp masks. If so, they might still feel comfortable watching much gentler porn with a plot that provides a more romantic context.

How would they feel about you watching porn in private from time to time? If it’s an issue for them you need to find out so that you can respect the wishes of your spouse and keep your marriage strong and healthy. Watching porn in secret may give you a thrill in the short term, but if the cost is marital peace and harmony, I’d say the short term thrill would come at far too big a price.

What alternatives to porn would your partner be willing to explore? How about verbal porn, where you both create your own scenarios? Or maybe reading explicit fiction to each other would provide all the thrill you need to pep up your sex life?

This is a big subject, so I will be revisiting it in the near future. For now, I’d conclude that porn isn’t actually necessary for a married couple to have hot sex, but that it does help many – especially when they’ve been together for years and know every inch of each other intimately.

And for those of you who want to explore the world of non-porn sexual video (yes, there really is such a thing!) I suggest you take a look at My Beautiful Agony and I Feel Myself. You may be surprised at just how arousing non-porn can be!