The morning after our visit to the sex store, my husband was still so eager to explore his new collection of toys. I could feel his excitement as I prepared for work.

That morning started like any other—except for the fact that, just four hours earlier, he had thoroughly destroyed my pussy after I had a fulfilling moment of control— teasing him and pleasuring him with his favorite new toy: the bubble plug.

The night before: The bubble plug is, without a doubt, a fan favorite. He loves the sensation of the last bubble slipping in and out, stretching his tight asshole just enough to make him moan and crave more. Watching it work him over had my pussy absolutely dripping, each movement sending a rush of arousal straight through me.

But, I selfishly couldn’t control myself. I desired his cock in me. And, it was my turn. I pulled the bubble plug out quickly but still in his favor- pleasurable and demanded he fuck me.

“Fuck me. Now.”

He spread my legs wide, his eyes locked on how dripping wet I was for him. His fingers teased around my throbbing clit then grabbing my legs and pushed them back as far as they would go.

My pussy was exposed, soaked, and aching for him. Without hesitation, he plunged his hard cock into me, and we both moaned, our relief crashing together in a wave of pure ecstasy— his cock filled me.

I couldn’t take my eyes off him as he pumped into me, his hips driving deeper with every thrust. Desperate to pull him closer, I wrapped my legs around his neck, opening myself to him completely. His hands slid up to my chest, grabbing my nipples and tugging them, sending a sharp jolt of pleasure-pain straight to my core.

This was new for me—this particular mix of pain and pleasure. But, I loved it.

“Harder”

He pinched and pulled harder, and the sharp sensation made my pussy tighten around his cock, drawing a deep, guttural groan from him. He kept pounding me relentlessly, each thrust sending shockwaves through my body. I could feel every inch of him, his cock stretching my pussy perfectly as I lost myself in the intensity of it all.

My body was on the edge, ready to release the most intense orgasm. As my climax surged through me, my husband followed close behind, his cock throbbing as he erupted deep inside me.

Slowly, he pulled out, dragging his warm cum with him, leaving a trail.

Lately, my favorite request has been for him to finish on my clit and rub his cock against it—and that night, he delivered so well.

His load was impressive, thick and warm. He smeared it over my pussy, coating my clit and letting it drip down my lips and into the curve of my ass. Gently, he spread me open, exposing my holes to the sensation of his cum running down, it was warm.. so warm.

Oh my god. Just reimagining this moment has my pussy throbbing, aching, and desperate for him all over again.

…But I digress.

The next morning: I have a fun, career that keeps me around people all day, which I love. That morning, I was sitting criss-cross applesauce with a client. And, in the middle of our training, I caught the faint scent of his cum lingering from my pussy.

Smelling his pheromones while interacting with clients was unexpectedly exhilarating. I couldn’t help but recall the time he asked me if I thought people could smell sex on us. I’d never really considered it—until now.

And suddenly, I wondered: could they smell my husband’s cum on me?

I have to admit, the idea thrilled me. The thought of someone catching even the faintest hint of our experience, their mind wandering to imagine what might have happened between us..

After the training, I couldn’t replace the thought, I immediately texted my husband. I needed him to know how badly I wanted him.

His response? An intrusive dick pic that stopped me in my tracks and sent a surge of heat through me.

He confessed he had been fucking himself with his plugs, mostly the bubble plug, while wearing his cock ring and had already cum once. The thought of him pleasuring himself that way, without me, only made me want him more.

I couldn’t stop picturing it: watching him slide his bubble plug in and out, his cock ring snugly wrapped around him, lifting him up, making him swollen, throbbing, and impossibly hard. The way it makes him look—thick and perfect—is enough to drive me crazy.

The anticipation built all day. I couldn’t wait to get home, to see him, to touch him, to take him, to fuck him.

I haven’t experienced exactly what I’be been craving yet: watching him work his favorite plug, his cock ring amplifying every inch of him, as I tease and toy with him until we can’t hold back any longer.

But, today is Friday, the weekend is here. And, tonight, I will watch him fuck himself.

What we share goes beyond the physical. We aren’t just fucking; we’re completely connected—intimate, raw, and deeply devoted to one another. Each new experience we create only strengthens my obsession—with him, with us, and with the intense bond we continue to build.

Wives, are you exploring your husband like this?

Throne of Submission 🦋