One Night Standards

I’m sitting on the edge of the bed with a towel wrapped around my waist, fanning myself dramatically with the infamous pregnancy kama sutra book when my wife slinks out of the bathroom. She’s wearing a royal blue silk robe, knotted just above her belly, a gift from my sister at today’s baby shower.

Her hair’s still wet and rests in clumps on her shoulders. Nervous excitement practically leaps off her as she ambles across the room.

“Show me the page.” She’s already shaking her head as she says it.

My wife is not the slightest bit surprised when I open to the illustration of the woman on all fours at the foot of the bed and her partner with his hands gripped to her hips, dick buried between her cheeks.

She crosses her arms on her chest, making her breasts perk up.

My mouth waters at the sight.

“I have never done anal. You will legit split me in two.”

“That’s why I got you a present.” I grab the little velvet box from beside me on the bed and place it in her hands.

Clearly expecting a piece of jewelry, she cackles when she opens it and finds a rubber cock-shaped butt plug. “Is this a joke?”

I shake my head. “It’s custom made from yours truly.”

Sammi takes it out of the box, examining it more closely. “No way. This thing is tiny.”

“Yes, well, it’s scaled down, of course.” I snort. “If you could handle the real thing, this wouldn’t be necessary.”

Her brow furrows—her thumb absentmindedly stroking the head—the display making my dick twitch with jealousy.

“I thought we could just try it?” I grip her thigh beneath the robe, massaging the smooth skin. “You really seem to get a thrill when I use a finger back there…this isn’t much thicker than that.” I start climbing higher until I can feel the heat of her pussy.

She sucks in a breath when I trail my middle finger through her slick folds. “Maybe,” she moans, grabbing hold of my shoulders to keep her balance. “But can we pick a different position? I don’t want my first time to be so…”

I flip to the dogeared page. “This is more what I had in mind.”

“Reverse cowgirl in the bath?” A grin tugs her lips, and her breathing escalates as I tease her pussy with my fingers. “I can’t believe you went through the trouble of molding this thing after yourself.” She flips it around in one hand while steadying herself with the other.

“If anything breaches that hole, it’s gonna be me, love.”

Her eyes dilate. She really gets off on my possessive streak. “I think,” she moans, grinding into my palm. “I think we can make this work.”

“Yeah?” I study her face, making sure she’s really into it. “If you don’t like it, say the word and I’ll stop.”

She nods, holding it out toward me. “Do you put it in now?”

“Not yet, baby.” I rise from the bed, grabbing the cherry flavored lube and intimate massage oils from the bedside table. “Gonna prep you real good first.”

She curls her fingers around the plug, staring up at me as if waiting for instruction.

“Bathroom,” I say, swatting her firmly on the ass.

Giggling, she takes off.

I’m hot on her heels, eager to share in this new experience with her.

I plug the deep soaker tub, throw in some salts, and start the water. “Come here,” I say, pulling out the vanity chair and dropping my towel before taking a seat.

She walks over to stand between my legs, intentionally brushing my cock with her knee. Her eyes fix on mine, so innocent and trusting.

I unknot her robe, spreading it open slowly. Then I press my palms to her stomach on either side of her navel, trail them around to her hips, and up the sides of her ribs. With a featherlight touch, I brush the backs of my fingers over her breasts and slide up to push the fabric off her shoulders and watch as it puddles at our feet.

Adrenaline surges straight to my dick as I take in my beautiful wife in all her naked glory. “You’re perfect.” My voice is gruff, filled with love and lust and mounting desire.

I reach for the oil and squirt it into my hand, inviting her to straddle my legs, keeping them about a foot apart as she does to better expose her. I trail one hand between us and bring the other around to her ass, where I simultaneously massage her front and back to loosen her up.

She leans forward, bringing her tits within inches of my face. At the exact moment that I bite down on her nipple, I insert the tip of a finger into her ass, pumping it in and out while sucking and tugging on the pebbled peak.

“How’s that feel?”

“Amazing,” she whimpers while grinding her clit against my piercing. “Is it time?”

There’s still a hint of fear in her voice and I need her completely relaxed to ensure it’s a pleasurable experience for her.

“Not yet.” I reach over to shut off the water. “Ready to ride, cowgirl?” I circle my hips and lasso my hand in the air, to lighten the mood.

“Always.”

I help her up, so she doesn’t lose her footing, then climb into the tub and sprawl out, resting my knees against the walls of the bath.

“Careful,” I warn, holding her hand to help her in.

She eases down, sitting between my legs with her back to my chest.

“Give me that mouth.” I bring her head to rest on my shoulder. Palming her tits, I lower my lips to hers, prodding with my tongue for entrance then sweeping it through her mouth.

Her nails dig into my thighs as I tweak her nipples with wet fingers. Our kiss catches fire, our tongues lashing at one another, warring for control, desperately seeking fulfillment that never comes. We can’t get close enough. Can’t delve deep enough.

She rocks against me, my dick sandwiched between my stomach and her lower back. “I need you,” she begs as her hand dips between her legs to play with her cunt.

I reach blindly for the plug, where we left it resting on the vanity chair, my tongue still plunging in and out. “Suck,” I say, ripping my mouth from hers and holding the replica of my dick to her lips. “Get it nice and wet for me baby.”

Without hesitation, she takes it into her mouth, giving me one hell of a show.

“Good girl,” I say, praising her the way I know she likes. “Now lean forward and hold on to the edge of the tub, ass in the air.”

A loud moan rips from her as I spread her wide and run my tongue over her clit and along her slit, stopping just when I reach her tight puckered hole.

I grab the cherry lube from the floor, squirting it directly onto her skin while probing in and out with my finger to get it nice and slick.

She glances over her shoulder, her hungry eyes never leaving mine as she removes the plug from her mouth and makes a show of licking and sucking it.

A rush of heat surges to my dick. Desire spreads like a wildfire through my limbs. “Enough,” I growl, holding out a hand. If I don’t put a stop to this now, it’ll be over before we really get started.

She opens up and it plops into my hand, wet and warm from her ministrations.

“Straddle my legs, Li’l Bit.” I bring them together as she spreads hers apart. “Just like that, baby,” I say as she eases down, hovering just above my cock. “Now bend over.

With her hands gripped to my ankles she follows my instruction.

“Keep that ass in the air,” I say when she starts lowering into a resting position.

“Fuck yeah…just like that.” My pulse takes off, anticipating what’s to come.

I add more lube to her hole, teasing it with the thumb of my left hand while guiding the plug through her slick folds. I dip it in and out of her pussy a few times to coat it in her juices.

“Do you want this?” I growl, teasing the rim of her tight ass with the toy.

“Yes.” She pushes back, trying to force it inside. “Y—yes!” she cries when I ease it away.

“Ask nicely.”

“Please,” she begs. “Please put it in.”

I insert just the tip, nudging it in and out like I did with my finger. “Should I keep going?”

“Lyle,” she snaps. “Please…fuck…just put. it. in.”

I slip two fingers into her pussy at the exact moment I push the plug all the way inside, hoping to distract her in case there’s any discomfort. But judging by the way she bucks and writhes, I think it’s safe to say my girl’s not feeling any pain.

“Ride my dick, baby.”

I withdraw my fingers as she eases back on her haunches, making slow work of feeding her my cock. Once I’m about halfway in, she impales herself, taking it to the hilt.

Sweet heat engulfs me, the fit tighter than usual. Her pussy contracts, squeezing me in a vice grip.

She rides me hard and fast while I thrust beneath her, matching her pace.

Water sloshes over the sides of the tub, splashing to the floor. Her cries and my grunts meld with the sound of our wet bodies slapping together.

“I’m close,” I warn, trying like hell to hold out for her.

I grab the sprayer from behind my head and turn it on, bringing it around and aiming it at her clit. She seemed to like that a whole lot earlier today.

Sammi accepts my offering, grinding against the handheld sprayer. She’s thrashing and screaming her pleasure while fucking me with wild abandon.

Pressure builds at the base of my cock as the first waves of orgasm rip through her, milking my release.

Taking hold of her hips, I assume control, guiding her movements as I slam into her, filling her with my release while simultaneously igniting hers.

She comes hard and fast, whimpering and shaking, then collapses back on my chest, utterly exhausted.

I hold her in my arms, reminiscing about the day while she dozes in and out of sleep. It’s surreal, finally knowing. A son… This incredible woman is giving me a son. A little boy who I imagine in her likeness—white blond curls and crystal blue eyes. I hope he has her dimples and my love for music. I can’t wait to look out in the crowd and see him rocking out at our shows. To teach him to ride a bike and bait a hook.

“Lyle?” Sammi lifts her head from my chest, eyes heavy with sleep.

“Yes, love?”

“Can we remove this thing now and go to bed?”

I laugh into her hair, walking my fingers down her back to the little knob. “Gonna need you to push it out while I pull.”

Her eyes bug out. “Say what?”

“Push,” I say again.

“Like a poop?” Her cheeks flame with embarrassment.

“Mmhmm. Exactly like that.”

She groans.

I bite back a laugh. “Something wrong?”

She shakes her head just slightly. “Just wish you would have told me the removal process before putting it in.”

“You’re making a big deal out of nothing. We’re even in the water, so any mess will wash off on the way out.”

“Oh, gross.” She gets up, looking at me like I’ve sprouted a third arm or something.

“What’s wrong now?”

“I’m not going to sit in poop soup!” She climbs out of the tub, wrapping a bath sheet around her body and securing it between her boobs, while looking at me expectantly. “Get out.”

“Of the tub or the bathroom?” I lift the built-in drain stopper then step out onto the drenched floor and grab myself a towel.

“Both.” Her hand flattens to my back, and she gives a little push toward the door before shooing me away. “I’m gonna keep what little dignity I have left and shit this thing out in private.”

“Okay,” I agree, pausing in the door to press a kiss to the tip of her nose. “Thank you for allowing me to take my little willie to your chocolate factory.”

She presses her lips into a flat line, trying like hell not to laugh as she shoves me the rest of the way through. “Out!”

The door slams shut.

Laughing, I make my way to bed with my cup overflowing.

My heart is full.

My balls are empty.

Life is good…