My family's sex life

My family life began when I was not even twenty-one years old. My husband's name is Pavel, or Pavlik as I call him in fits of tenderness. I work as an accountant in a very ordinary office. Pavel is an engineer, also in a very ordinary office. We have two children—ten and eighteen years old. Boys—Semyon and Volodya. From the very morning, I bustle about in the kitchen, wake the children and Pasha, then send them all off to work, get dressed myself, and leave. Around seven, we are all together again, and I'm back to household chores—cleaning, cooking, laundry. Through all this, I still love my children and husband very much, and there are no problems in our sex life.

Once a week, when the children have gone

to sleep, we firmly close the door.

Pasha pulls down his underwear, and I lift up my nightgown. Usually, my husband first kisses me while lying on his side. Then his hand strokes my chest over the nightgown, then his nimble fingers are already squeezing my nipple under the fabric. Pasha runs his hand over my stomach and thighs, deliberately teasing and not touching the most intimate part. I'm already wet and licking my lips. My fingers gently squeeze his twitching and pulsating cock, stroke the head, spreading the pre-cum. In such moments, Pasha loves it most when I take his finger in my mouth and lick it. The wet and hot inside of my mouth excites him. He says

— Bitch, oh you horny bitch. Suck, suck, open your mouth wider. Show daddy how much you want it. Are you a bad girl for us??

I, swallowing his finger as deep as possible, and embracing it with my tongue and the inside of my cheeks, frantically nod.

The tenderness is over. Pasha throws the blanket on the floor. Gets up from the bed and drags me by the hair. I'm on my knees before him, looking adoringly into his eyes.

— So, you're a bad girl for us, huh? —he growls. His cock twitches in time with his words right in front of my nose. I whisper

— Yes-yes! Fuck me! Punish me!

Pashka gladly slaps me. Then I "get angry" too

— Oh, you son of a bitch! —I try to twist out of his grip, but he gives me another slap and pulls the nightgown over my head. I try to twist away, but he spanks my back.

Pasha grabs me by the back of my head and shoves his cock into my mouth. I try to grab his hips for support, but he presses my head so that my nose flattens against his pubic bone. The cock pushes through my throat, and saliva just flows like a river from my mouth. Pasha says quietly and angrily

— Bitch, no hands!

I obediently drop my hands, and Pasha, taking my head, literally impales me on his cock. The head rhythmically spreads the walls of my throat, I whistle air in through my nose, Pasha rocks me and, throwing his head back to the ceiling, moans quietly and sweetly.

Then, he pulls me off his member and throws me on the bed. Sits on my back (of course, shifting most of his weight to his feet) and spanks my buttock with all his might. My ass is set on fire, a red mark forms on the clean, smooth skin. I jerk and quietly moan into the sheet. Pasha hits again and says

— If you even squeak again, I'll fuck you in the ass. Understood, bitch?!

I nod and bury my face in the pillow. The blows rain down on my ass more and more frequently, but they can't distract me from the fact that my pussy is dripping juice—it smears between my legs, smearing the sheets with sticky slime. Lubrication literally floods me from the inside.

Finally, I can't take it and squeal. Pasha, with a satisfied cry of "Aha!" gets off me and sharply pulls my legs. I slide onto the carpet, and he puts my chest on the bed, with my knees on the floor. Then he shoves his fingers, twisted like a screw, into my hole and moves them several times

— What, Bitch, do you like it??

— No, the bitch doesn't deserve a gag. You'll please me with your moans.

Then Pasha puts a spiked collar with a short leash around my neck. He puts panties on me. I feel his fingers press a mini-vibrator between my labia—right against my clitoris.

I jerk my legs from the surging sensations—the vibrator doesn't slip out, cradling the most sensitive spot of my body like a soft bath. Then Pasha firmly fixes the panties on me, using strings to tie my labia. I jerk again—he's treating me too sweetly-inaccessibly. I hold onto the chains of the handcuffs so the bracelets don't dig into my skin as much and shift my weight to my knees. Pasha puts a pillow under my chest so I don't get too tired and positions himself behind me.

He opens the cap on the lube and squeezes a little onto my anus. I flinch, and his long fingers penetrate my chocolate hole, making back-and-forth movements. I moan sweetly—the effect of the unfinished petting. Pasha spanks my ass.

— Let's begin, bitch.

He takes the remote for the mini-vibrator and turns it on at the lowest speed for now. It jerks, convulses, and I jerk with it. Sweet languor washes over me, but it's immediately driven away by his thick, hard cock, which in one stroke fills me completely—to the very brim!

I gasp with a stifled moan. His cock spreads the walls of my rectum, he himself presses into me, pinning me to the bed, and moans

— Ah, good!

Then he takes my buns in his hands and begins to pump smoothly. I feel every movement—sometimes I feel like I need to go to the toilet, sometimes a feeling of emptiness appears. Pasha grabs me by the hair and rocks me back and forth-back and forth. If it weren't for the handcuffs, I'd be clutching the sheet. As it is, I just moan

— Oh mommy! Oh, good! Oh, so good. Oh, Pashenka, darling, come on. Oh, come on!

Pasha gets tired of this and shoves a gag into my mouth—a ball with straps. I moan muffledly and wet the gag with my saliva.

Pasha takes the remote and sets the speed to maximum immediately. An orgasm hits me right away.

Pasha shoves his cock all the way into me. From behind—a very tightly driven cock. In front—convulsions squeeze my clitoris, uterus, stomach muscles, and legs. Sweet spasms seize me, I jerk and roar, thanking God, the devil, anyone for such bliss. My organs pulsed, contracted, sucked into their blessed depths everything they could take from this world that gifted them such a grounded and mundane paradise.

I exhaled with the last pulse and went limp. Pasha snorted with satisfaction and turned off the vibrator. The spasm that had gripped my body disappeared.

He took me by the hips and began to pump again—back and forth, but more gently now. I didn't move, just softly glided back from heaven to earth.

Finally, he grabbed me tighter, almost spitting on his hands beforehand, and sped up the pace. My head jerked from such thrusts, and he just growled like a beast. My ass was on fire, the poor hole was stretched almost twice its size, but from the previous orgasm, I didn't feel arousal—my nerve endings seemed paralyzed. Pasha growled one last time and pulled out his cock. He grabbed it with his hand and sent a stream upward. Warm drops splattered onto my sweaty back, and he fell silent.

— Why so quiet?

I mumbled something through the gag.

— We'll wake you up now—my husband smirked. He took another item from our sex kit—a long vibrator consisting of beads that swing as if on hinges. The remote had three settings—for how strongly and frequently the vibrator would bend and vibrate. My husband generously coated the beads with lube and inserted the first, then all the other balls deep into my ass. At the end was something like a pump—a bag with a hose and a mini-pump that you inflate—so the vibrator can't slip out. My husband pumped the pump several times, and my hole was stretched from the inside. I strained, but couldn't push the foreign object out of my ass.

Then my husband turned on the mini-vibrator at high speed and the maxi-vibrator in my ass.

My clitoris jerked sharply, and passionate wriggling and vibration began in my ass. I kicked my legs—it became sweet and good for me again. After a minute, such an orgasm began to approach me that I tried to break free from the handcuffs and avoid it—like people trying to avoid an avalanche. But there was no hiding from this avalanche—the most powerful spasm seized all my limbs. I screamed out loud, though it was barely distinguishable because of the gag. And I passed out. My brain saved me from that destructive blissful force.

I came to a couple of minutes later, and the orgasm was catching up with me again. Then my husband grabbed a belt and started beating me with it—pain mixed with pleasure almost destroyed my mind—my climax splashed onto the floor, my gut fountained with pleasure, my clitoris contracted as if electrocuted. I blacked out—until morning.

Author's e-mail: fureky@mail.ru