So, this is a story I wrote for someone. I told her it was her story, and she could do whatever she wanted. She posted it on EP as her story, which is fine with me, but also said that I could post it on my blog. Here is the story I wrote for her:
“But mommy, I don’t want to go to bed yet.”
“I don’t care if you want to or not. You know the rules.”
Pouting, she shuffled off to bed, occasionally turning towards me, sticking out her bottom lip.
Once she was in her bedroom, I snuck over, peeking in to make sure she was snuggled in her bed. Playing on her bed, she didn't notice me.
“Uhmm.”
She eeped once, quickly snuggled under her covers, and pulled the blanket over her head. Good enough.
I walked back to my own bedroom, noting my husband was still home.
“You need to hurry. It looks like it is going to rain, so you need to leave now.”
“I know, I know. I am almost done.”
He quickly finished getting ready, grabbed his case, and started towards the living room.
“I know he is coming over. Please try to take your time. I would love to join you two.”
I mumbled something under my breath.
“I will take that as a yes, if I finish up this meeting on time. They need to fly out tomorrow, so I shouldn’t be home too late. Please try to wait for me.”
I mumbled something non-committal, leaning over to give him a quick kiss.
With that, he was out the door, starting up the car, driving away.
I quickly called my lover on the phone.
“He just left. You are almost here, right?”
“I will be there in a couple minutes.”
I shivered in anticipation. Going back to the bedroom, I took off robe, slipping on my black lace bikini cut panties, followed by my black mesh nightie.
Ding dong.
I rushed to the door, unlocking it, throwing it open, my lover waiting there, looking me up and down, everything exposed yet covered in my see through nightie.
He stepped up to me, kissing me while his fingers flicked my nipples through the fabric.
Stepping away from him, I took his hand, pulling him towards the bedroom. Once we reached the bedroom, I started pulling off his clothes. He was eager enough to help.
Once naked, I pulled him along with me to the bed, laying down, pulling him on top of me.
My legs spread wide, welcoming him, begging him to put his gorgeous, huge penis inside my pussy. I pulled my lips apart, his head coming to rest against my entrance.
He pushed inside me, slowly at first, then faster. His penis, so big, thrust deep inside, reaching areas my husband’s penis would never be able to. It filled me, completed me.
We started slow at first, hanging off the edge of the bed, pounding, pausing before he climaxed, then pounding me again. We continued making love, 5 minutes, 10 minutes, 30 minutes. My husband’s stamina never held up, almost always coming within a short time, while my lover could go on and on as long as he wanted. Finally, he decided it was time, and thunder crashed outside the window just as he came deep inside my pussy, buried inside almost to my cervix.
With the thunder came another surprise. The bedroom door creaked open, and my daughters head poked in.
Shocked by the surprise guest, my lover sprang away from me, pulling the blanket away from me, leaving my legs spread open, pussy swollen with his cum as it leaked down. I froze instantly, a deer caught in the headlights, my mind not knowing what to do as my daughter’s eyes glued themselves to my pussy, to the sticky cream leaking out of it, down my legs.
“Mommy, the thunder scared me.” She cried, not sure what she was seeing, not sure what she was supposed to do.
Coming to my senses, I sent my lover off to the bathroom, found a robe and put it on, concealing my nudity. I took her back to her bedroom, thinking what I would say to her, tucked her in, and stayed with her until she fell asleep. My lover had already left by the time I was able to get back to the bedroom, and his cum had already dried on my leg.
The next day, I sat my daughter down and explained what she had seen last night. I explained that I loved daddy, but he did not make me happy in every way. I explained that some parts of daddy was small, and I wanted more, just like how she liked some toys more than others. They were just more fun. The man last night was my toy. He was more fun, had a much bigger toy, and played games much longer than daddy. I explained that when a big boy and girl played together, they would sometimes get too excited, and then white, sticky cream would come from them. To show her, I grabbed a soda, took her outside, shook it up, and opened it.
“See sweety? Like that. People, if they get too excited, also have cream that comes out. The cream is used to make babies. That is how you were made.”
“You mean like when I get scared, or excited, and I accidently potty myself?”
“Something like that,” I chuckled.
We discussed more, me trying to make sure she understood, but in a way that was appropriate for her age. She finally understood.
Now, my lover comes over frequently, and my daughter tells him that he better play good games that makes mommy happy.
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