We have a record player that is the ambience of our apartment. It’s caddy-corner from the kitchen, across from the living room, and across from my husband’s home office. You could be prepping dinner, dancing in the living room, having sex on the couch, or doing some computer work, all while hearing the music in any direction. Dean Martin was currently playing. He is one of our favorites, next to Frank. They provide some of the most classical, romantic music. As for me personally, they get me “in the mood.”
I was sitting in the living room reading my book with my day gown on. My husband was in his office, working on the computer. I started to hear static coming from the record player. Dean had finished singing to us. So, I got up to go switch out the record. I spoke up to my husband, asking who he would like to hear next. I looked over and saw him spin in his chair. He was looking at me and the record player with puzzled look, wondering who to pick from. His look changed to a smile though, as he started wheeling over to me. I’m not sure if he had an idea, but he was headed over to drop the needle on the vinyl regardless.
I bent over and opened the cabinet doors to search through about a hundred or more records. As he got closer to me, he says, “Frank.” I was shuffling through the records to pull out a Frank album. My husband was suddenly behind me, grabbing my hips and biting one of my ass cheeks. Startled at the pinch of his bite, I gasped and turned sideways to give him a look of happiness mixed with pleasure. “Hey!” I said with a smirk. Holding one of my hips, his other hand moved over my back, pushing me forward and keeping me from straightening up. I had one arm holding on to the side of the cabinet, the other was trying to get Frank out of his sleeve. While my husband was pulling my gown over my side, I was able to get Frank out and onto the turn table. The sleeve fell to the floor and left Frank staring at me up-side down. I grabbed the needle and dropped it on the record. “The Best Is Yet To Come,” started playing.
My husband started squeezing and massaging my cheeks; leaning in to bite them. Every bite sent sparks up my back and between my legs. One of his hands made their way down to my clit, rubbing against it in circles, up past my lips, rubbing past my asshole (we’ll call it my hole), and around to my cheeks. His hands reached around and pulled my lingerie down. One of his hands held on to a piece of it, while the other lifted one of my ankles and pulled the lingerie off. Before I set my foot down, he guided my leg out to the side. My legs opened up, and he had more room for his face.
He held on to my thighs while kissing around my cheeks, biting and sucking in spots. He worked his way down, biting the sides of my legs, getting in closer to the parts that melted me inside. One of his arms wrapped around my lower back, keeping me pulled into him. The other hand moved down, his thumb skimming over the creases of my hole, rubbing in circles, applying pressure. His kisses had worked their way back up the inside of my legs, around to his thumb. Pulling the cheek open with his hand, his tongue rubbed up and down my hole, licking in a circle, leaving it wet, and applying pressure. His tongue turned to kisses as he worked his way down my anatomy, leading to my vagina. His thumb came back over to rub my hole in patterns. His tongue became tangled in my lips, licking through them over and over, biting them and pulling them. It would rub down to my clit, run circles around it, flick it and suck it. Warmth was growing inside of me as I let out a moan.
His tongue worked its way back up, pulsating through my lips, into my vagina slightly, and up to my hole again. He was flicking his tongue up and down, circulating and applying pressure to the entrance. His hand slid down, inserting his fingers into my vagina. Alternating between his fingers and his thumb, they would go in deep, pressing and pulling, moving my body back and forth. His tongue slid into my hole and back out quickly. In and out again, getting my body excited for orgasm. His thumb went into my vagina and as he pulled it out, he rubbed it up to my hole. Rubbing it in circles, keeping it wet, his mouth went back down to my lips. I could hear, “I’ve Got You Under My Skin,” playing. His tongue vibrated my clit and ran back up through my lips, sucking and biting. His tongue met the entrance of my vagina as his thumb waited patiently at the entrance of my hole. I could feel the pause, and took a deep breath. As I exhaled, his tongue and his thumb went in deep to their holes. He pulsated his thumb, pushing it in and pulling it out, pressing it in circles and then re-inserting it. I could feel his tongue pulsating in my vagina, in and out. He would lick up my lips, down around my clit and back up. I felt his tongue push into me and as he pulled it out, his fingers came down and took its place. Rubbing them in circles around my lips and then pushing them in deep. His thumb pulsating in my hole was in sync with his fingers. In and out, my body exploded into an orgasm. My back started arching up and down, my body moving back and forth, with the rhythm of his fingers. His arm over my back reached over and grabbed one of my cheeks, gripping it hard, also moving it with the rhythm.
After seconds had gone by, my legs were shaking so much and my back stopped moving, stuck in a downward arch. One of my legs bowed in and my husband slowed down with his fingers, slowly pulling them out of their holes. My body was calming down as he leaned in to kiss one of my cheeks a last time. I turned to look back to him as I felt I could not straighten up my back. He wheeled around me and got up to hug me slowly, into an upright position. He gave me a kiss before letting me go and bent over to pick Frank up off of the floor. As I turned to walk over to the couch, I told him to pick something to play. As I listened, I knew it was back to Dean, “That’s Amoré.” I think Dean and Frank get my husband “in the mood” too.