What Happened Last Night

“What are you thinking about?”

I turn to face my husband when his question draws me out of my wandering mind. I love seeing him like this. The relaxed way he looks when he wakes up has always made me swoon a little and that’s even more true on this particular morning.

Sleep still clings to the edges of his features, it's slow and sweet and in stark contrast to the curiosity dancing in his eyes as he waits for my answer.

“Wouldn’t you like to know?”

“That’s why I asked. You look like you’re thinking about something… something.”

Even with the curtains closed, sunlight spills in the gaps and illuminates the room where I’m lying with my husband, tucked up in bed with my legs hooked over his as we lounge in bed.

He’s relaxed, his body loose and warm against me, but there’s a current of tension running between us, and it’s lingering in every pause.

I think about pretending that I don’t know what it is he’s asking. What he’s really asking.

But I’ve never been good at keeping secrets from him, especially ones as hot as this.

“I’m thinking about last night…”

“What about last night?”

“About her.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

I know he’s curious, practically bursting with the desperate need to know exactly what happened last night… my first date with a woman.

Can’t really blame him for his curiosity, it was probably the hottest night of my life and I can’t wait to tell him but…

It’s kinda fun to make him wait like this, really build the anticipation. I could tell he wanted information last night, but he didn’t press it and I’m thankful for that. I needed some time to just… digest it by myself. My first queer encounter. But now… I’m more than ready to share.

Especially when he looks at me like he is right now, with that heated impatience and so much love. I can tell his imagination’s running away with him already. And he’s still trying to be respectful, even though he’s so eager.

“Is that… all? Is there anything in particular you’re thinking about her?”

The flush of heat that settles low in my core must be visible on my face when he asks, because his smile widens.

“So there is something particular, I can tell by the blush on those pretty cheeks”

“You going to share? I mean… she said you could, right? Talk to me about it… ”

“Yes, she did. And I definitely want to share. It’s the least I can do, when you were so generous to share me with her last night, isn’t it?”

“Mm, I like the sound of that… Tell me more, baby.”

“It started off pretty innocent, and I was so nervous… but I think she knew that, and she made it super comfortable. We met at that coffee shop, you know the one that has those crunchy Italian pastries I like?”

“Mhm”

“It’s not far from her place… so we started there, and we had a couple coffees while we talked, and flirted. She was so bold and she kept touching me… my hand on the table, her knee brushing up against mine…”

At first, I’d thought it was an accident, the way she touched me so casually. But it didn’t take long for me to realise there was nothing casual about her hands on me.

“After the second coffee, she invited me back to her place. We… we held hands while we walked over.”

“Like this?”

He takes my hand in his. His touch is so familiar, and nothing like the feel of her delicate hand in mine. He feels comfortable, she feels exhilarating.

“Kind of. Your hands are… big, and rough. Which I love. But hers are… delicate. Soft, and smaller than mine. I could feel her nails against my skin too. That was new. ”

“New in a good way?”

“Yeah, definitely. It made me think about what her small hands and her manicured nails might feel like on different skin.”

It’s kind of embarrassing to admit, even vaguely, how much I liked the feel of her hand in mine and all the filthy things it made me think.

“Yeah? Where else? Maybe… here?”

His touch is light as he slides it up my arm, toward my shoulder until he lightly strokes my collarbone as he brushes my hair away from the side of my neck.

It makes the arousal and embarrassment swirl and settle just a little lower in my belly.

“Yeah there, and maybe some other places too.”

“Places like…”

“Mhm, definitely there.”

“I imagined her hands there, playing with my nipples like that, and how her nails might feel… So different from your strong hands.”

“And did you get to find out?”

“Mhm.”

I can feel the blush rise in my cheeks as I answer him. It’s a little strange… we’ve never done anything like this before. But that was the point. And fuck, it’s so hot. Him touching me like this while we talk about last night.

“Then I want you to tell me everything. Don’t leave anything out. I want to know… How she touched… My beautiful wife… ”

He’s rolling my nipple between fingers, just the way I like, and a sharp tug pairs with his words. The combination is like a key unlocking my hesitation and my words come tumbling out in a rush.

“It didn’t take us long to walk back to her house. And when I was watching her unlock the door, I almost changed my mind and said I had to come home. I got scared, she’s so beautiful and I’m—”

“Perfect. You’re absolutely perfect. Keep going.”

“She seemed to agree with you because the second we were inside, she pressed me against the door and kissed me. Her soft mouth and her perfect lips… all I could think of was how it felt to have our bodies so close together as she kissed me.”

“I think I was so surprised I forgot to kiss her back at first, but when I did, she moaned in my mouth and I knew I wasn’t leaving without fucking her.”

My husband seems to love the filthy words, because he shifts closer, pressing his hard cock against my thigh as he continues to massage my breasts.

“I knew I wanted to, especially when she arched her back and it made our tits rub together… I’ve never felt anything like that before.”

He gives one breast another appreciative squeeze and his hands begin to move across my skin, sensitive and heated from the naughty thrill of confessing my first lesbian encounter while he touches me.

“Did it make you wet?”

“Yes, it was so hot.”

“And are you wet now?”

“Yes. Very.”

His hand slips down my stomach and he dips a finger between my legs, swiping once up the core of me and parting my lips just a little…

“Fuck baby, you are wet. I love it. What happened next? ”

He doesn’t wait for an answer before he starts idly stroking my pussy, hips shifting to flex his hard dick against my thigh.

I’m so glad we both sleep naked.

“We kept kissing like that, her pressing me against her door while our tits pressed together for a while. It was so hot, the way she moaned into my mouth while we kissed and my hands wandered over her hot body.”

“I must have sounded desperate, because she… she laughed a little, and pressed her thigh between my legs and asked me if I needed more. It was… I’ve never felt like that before. Standing there, pinned against her door with her short skirt riding up and her lush thigh between my legs. The pressure was…”

“Like this?”

“Yes…”

His palm flattens against my pussy as he asks me and I can’t help the way I react. The way he’s trying to recreate the feeling is so good, so unexpected as he hooks a finger and leans closer, his hot breath against my sensitive skin as he whispers in my ear.

“Tell me what happens next, baby.”

He’s teasing me, the tip of his finger tracing my slit but never touching me where I want him to for long…

“She flexed her thigh and kissed my neck, and I moaned. I told her I did need more… think I might have moaned it or even begged. I don’t know what got into me, but her boldness… I think it messed with my head because next… ”

“I asked her to lead me to her bedroom as I groped her ass, touching and squeezing her like I couldn’t get enough.”

“Fuck, that’s hot. I can imagine you like that…”

I rock my hips into his hand, trying desperately to get him to do something, to give me more, because telling him this story is turning me on so much and I’m desperate to be touched…

“She took me to her room. Led me down the hall by my hand… ordered me to get on the bed. She– I didn’t even hesitate. I crawled onto her bed and she was right behind me… pressing her whole body into me… as she kissed my lips, my neck, my tits…”

“She kept going… using her teeth to tug down the hem of my shirt… She was kissing and sucking my nipples through the lace of my bra… until my back was arching. Into her… ”

“Was it so good for you, baby, being played with through your bra like that? These sensitive tits of yours…. ”

“It was so good… she knew just what I liked… and my hands were in her hair… with her thigh between my legs again and I was humping her leg… We were both moaning… ”

“God, baby, it sounds like you were really worked up… like you liked having another woman’s thigh between your legs. But you wanted more, didn’t you?”

“Mmm, yes.”

He flexes his hand then, finally spread me apart and pressing one thick finger against my wet, eager hole, filling me in one smooth rock of his hand.

“Keep going.”

“I don’t remember how it happened… it built so fast, we were writhing against each other… she sucked my nipples and then we were… clothes were coming off… both of us tugging and pulling at our clothes as we got naked. ”

“Her skin against mine… god, it felt even better than I expected. She was on top of me again… all bare skin and soft curves… her nipples and mine were…rubbing together… fuck, it felt so good.”

He keeps an even rhythm as his fingers slide in and out of me, careful not to touch my clit or build the tension too much… he’s so good at that delicate balance…

Against my thigh, I can feel how thick his cock is, and the slick of precum at the tip. It’s distracting, tempting… I can’t resist the urge to reach down, and…

“Fuck, baby, that feels good. I love the way your hand feels around my dick. That’s it. Keep talking… I want to know more… ”

“Once we were naked… things moved quickly. She had a dirty mouth, and she was saying the filthiest things.. god, it was so hot. I was so nervous I wouldn’t know what to say but it just came out… as we were moving our bodies together… there was so much kissing… I loved her lips…”

“What filthy things did she say to you?”

I tighten my grip on his cock a little, trying to ignore the rush of sensation as his smooth rhythm of finger fucking changes, and his fingers drift up through my wetness up to my throbbing clit…

When he taps it once, I can barely remember my own name, much less what the woman I’d fucked said to me in bed last night…

““Yes, oh, right there… More. ”

“Not until you finish your story, baby.”

He gets off on this power, I feel it in the way his cock throbs as he speaks, and honestly, it turns me on even more…

“She said.. She told me I was… naughty. She said I was a naughty girl…”

“Yeah, what else?”

“She said I was messy… wet for her. She asked… if I wanted to be a needy girl for her… ”

“She worked her way down the bed until she was between my legs, making me tell her how bad I wanted her before she devoured my pussy…”

His fingers between my thighs tense as his cock throbs, but I’m so far gone in my own need that I barely notice because I just start rocking my hips, humping his hand desperately as I keep talking.

“Her tongue… and her fingers were everywhere… she used her nose to nudge my clit as she licked me out… and her fingers to stroke and tease me… Fuck, and pull my lips apart… so she could get every drop of me, she said I– Oh god, she said I tasted so good… like heaven…”

““I came so quickly. I didn’t even— Yes, like that.”

His fingers swirl around my clit, tapping the sensitive nub again and sending shocks of pleasure through me that derail my thoughts.

In return I stroke his cock, throbbing and dripping against my thigh. He’s rock hard, but too focused on my story to react to the way I’m teasing him.

“You came too fast? It was that good, wasn’t it baby? ”

“Yeah, it was so good. So— Oh god… I— ”

A sharp pinch on my clit stops my words, and sharpens my pleasure. Why did that feel so fucking good?

“Don’t finish that thought”

“Can I finish this?”

“Only after you finish your story”

I twist my wrist, stroking and squeezing his hard dick as I speak… but I dont wan’t to wait

His fingers dance between my pussy lips, but he’s teasing me anyway so I pull back, out of his reach, and then I slide down the bed, the way I just described my lover doing to me last night.

“What are you doing?”

I don’t answer him, I just slide down until I’m between his thighs and his thick, wet erection is inches from my mouth. I wrap my hand around him loosely, giving him a quick easy stroke as I lick my lips.

“Fuck, baby”

“I asked if I could eat her… taste her. I had to. I wanted to taste her pussy… and she said yes, but she needed to show me how it was done. She… fuck, it was so hot, baby… She crawled up my body… straddled my head… so she could ride my face. ”

““Did you eat her pussy, baby?”

“Mhm.”

I dip my head forward and take the tip of his dick between my lips, slowly sinking down on his hot, hard length as he moans.

“How was it? Did you like her taste… the way she moaned for you… ”

“She was… her thighs around the side of my head… it felt like I was in a.. A world of pussy, nothing else mattered. And she… She seemed to like it… ‘cause she started grinding on my face… and moaning. ”

“Her pussy was hot and so wet, and I loved.. Mmm, yes, like that… I loved the scent and taste of her. The feel of her soft skin under my hands… as I held her hips and she rode my face… tasting her on my lips... ”

“Did you make her cum, baby?”

He’s panting now, hips rocking into my face the same way I’m describing from last night. My pussy is desperate, hot and slick and begging for touch as I roll my hips into the bed, and continue to tell him how it felt to eat my first pussy as I suck his cock.

“Yeah, I made her cum, baby. I- she rode my face… I gripped her hips as I sucked her clit until she was begging to...”

“It was so hot… the way her hips rocked and how she sounded… while I tasted my first pussy. Mmmm. I loved it all, baby. But especially when she came. It was so fucking good… ”

“She came so hard… and her thighs… she clenched them around my head… and I could barely breathe, all I could taste or smell or feel was her orgasm. ”

“My face was soaked in her cum as she moaned… and I just kept licking and sucking her clit… until her hands in my hair tightened and she lifted herself off me and— ”

“That sounds so hot, baby… fuck… Yes… we should try that sometime… You riding my face… god it sound so good… ”

His cock is wet and throbbing against my cheek as I grind against the bed, we’re both panting like we’re in heat.

I’m so wet, so hot and horny that my vision’s going hazy. All I can think about is finishing the story so we can…

But I don’t have to wait.

“Why not try it now?”

“Are you sure?”

But I don’t answer him as I make my way up the bed, mirror what I just described as I straddle my husband’s face…

“God, you look hot like that… I’m gonna eat your pretty pussy, but I want to hear the rest. Don’t stop talking to me, baby… ”

“Mhm…”

He’s looking up at me like I’m a goddess as he wraps his hands around my thighs, and I definitely feel like it like this. I lower myself down until I feel his breath, and then his lips, against my slick, hot slit.

He begins eating me like a man starved, sucking my swollen clit as I try to finish the story…

“After she came… Oh god, yes… we cuddled for a while… and we tried a few more things. I sucked her nipples, and we tried scissoring… I just wanted to see how it felt…”

I can’t think, can’t focus as he licks and sucks my clit… and one of his hands wraps around the back of my thigh to grip my ass cheek, spreading me until his thumb teases my tight hole.

His tongue and lips on my clit, his finger playing with my asshole… it’s all too much and still not enough. I need more. I want more, even as I desperately grind my hips into my husband’s face.

“We… we made out… fuck, please, baby,...”

“Finish the story, then I’ll finish you.”

“We made out.. and touched while… we dressed each other. We… she was sweet… she walked me to my car… and she kissed me goodbye. I… I could still taste myself on her lips in the car… when I got home… I want to see her again… — oh my god, please baby. I just fucking want to cum… please, I need it, please please please….”

I’m begging, and grinding against him, pressing my ass into his finger, for something, anything…. I’m desperate now, I need to be filled.

“Is my poor needy wife so desperate from telling me about your first lesbian fuck? Do you need me to take care of you, baby?”

“Yes, please, fuck me, I need you.”

He moves quickly, so quickly that I’m taken by surprise when suddenly, I’m not riding his face anymore but instead I’m astride his hips as the head of his dick probes my pussy, rubbing against my slick, swollen entrance briefly before.

“You love it when my big dick fills your tight little pussy, don’t you baby? When I’m rough with you? ”

“Yes, oh yes, please… so good, oh my god, yes.”

“Your slutty little story made me fucking ache, baby, I’m not gonna last. I need to fill this pussy up. You want my cum, baby? ”

I’m mindless, rolling my hips as I bounce on his dick and groping my own tits. Desperation takes over and all I can think is

“Yes, yes, please, yes.”

“That’s right baby, it’s only my dick that can fill you like this. You need it, tell me you need it. ”

“I need your cum.. Yes, yes, please.”

“Please, please, please”

“Fuck, baby, yes, I’m gonna give it to you. I’m gonna cum. You ready for it? ”

“Please… yes.”

“I’m gonna, fuck, yes, it’s coming, I’m gonna fill this pussy up.”

He rocks his hips up, his thumb moving between our bodies at the last second to press and rub my clit. The rough and unexpected touch consumes me and I cum too, clenching around him as he fills me.

“So fucking hot, so good, yes, baby”

“That was… unexpected.”

“Was it really?”

““Well… maybe not.”

“Come here, baby.”

I collapse on his chest, and his arms go around me, holding me tight as I listen to his racing heart begin to slow as our breathing syncs.

Sweat cools on our skin as I begin to kiss to his chest, and I can feel the way he softens inside me.

Moments like this, in the afterglow with him, makes me wonder how I could ever want to be with someone else…

But it’s moments with someone else that lead to these sweet ones, I guess.

“So, you think you might see her again?”

“Hm, I think I’d like to… what do you...”

“You can see her every day if you come home to me like this.”

“But seriously, baby… I’m so proud of you. I know it was a little scary, but I’m so glad you decided to do it.”

I can’t think of anything to say to a comment as sweet as that, so I just nestle my head into him and close my eyes… thinking about what another night like this could bring.