I fucked my husband’s Aṣs raw With Dildo. His moaning got me dripping
I had him on all fours on our bed, chest down, ass up. The lube bottle was already open beside me. I warmed a generous amount between my fingers and slowly worked one, then two into him. He groaned into the pillow, pushing back against my hand.
“More,” he muttered.
I picked up the thick dildo — the one that always made his toes curl — and coated it until it shone. I pressed the head against him and watched it slowly stretch him open as I pushed forward. Inch by inch it disappeared. His hands fist the sheets. A long, broken moan spilled out of him when I finally bottomed out.
That sound soaked my panties instantly.
I started fucking him in steady, deep strokes, one hand on the small of his back, the other gripping the base of the dildo. Every time I drove it in he moaned louder ,low, needy, completely unrestrained. The wet sound of the toy sliding in and out mixed with his voice and made my clit throb. I was dripping down my thighs just from listening to him take it.
“Harder,” he begged.
I gave it to him harder. Longer thrusts, faster rhythm, angling it so it dragged over that spot inside him on every stroke. His arms gave out. He collapsed onto his shoulders, ass still raised, moaning into the mattress like he couldn’t help it. I reached under him and found his cock rock-hard and leaking all over the sheets.
I fucked him through it, relentless, until his whole body tensed and he came untouched, thick ropes shooting across the bed while he cried out and clenched around the dildo. I kept moving it through his orgasm, drawing every last moan out of him, my own pussy pulsing and soaked just from the sounds he made.
When I finally pulled the toy out slow, he stayed there trembling, ass open and shiny with lube, breathing hard.
I leaned over him, kissed the back of his neck, and whispered,
“You love when I use this hole, don’t you?”
He could only nod, still twitching, a fresh drop of cum leaking from his cock onto the sheets.
I was so wet I didn’t even need to touch myself. Just listening to him had been enough.