Sick & Horny

It started in the morning. I was not feeling well. I had no idea what was wrong, but generally I just felt sick. I thought that a hot shower might make me feel better. It sure did! But not for very long. We were in the shopping center close to our house when I started to feel sick again. It was only then that I thought that my blood pressure might be very low again. We went to our favorite pub and I ordered something to eat. Afterwards I felt better and I realized: yes, it was my blood pressure. I hoped that after eating that much salt will keep my blood pressure at a proper level.

When we came home Hubby said that he thought it might be a very good thing if I wore my plug. His tone was friendly, but I understood the underlying command. I went upstairs to our bedroom. I got the buttplug out of the drawer where I hide it between my lingerie. Then I got the lubricant. Both the plug and the lubricant were put on the bed. I took my pants off and lay down on the bed, on my side, legs pulled up. I lubricated the plug and then pressed it against my asshole. Slowly I alternated between applying pressure and letting go. It slipped back into my hand when I let go, but then I pressed it against my hole again. With every push it entered me a bit further, giving my body a chance to get used to the intrusion. I already felt my pussy reacting. I knew I was getting wetter. It felt good when the plug was in place.

Back downstairs we had a normal evening such as every other. I was constantly aware of the plug and wondered what Hubby had planned. He actually mentioned that he had something hard and painful in mind; that he thought I was lacking a bit of discipline. I felt nervous and excited at the same time, wondering what might follow. But then, disaster (in my eyes) struck. I started to feel progressively worse. Nauseous. Lightheaded. Headache. I just felt sick. By the time we went to bed Hubby decided that he will postpone his plans. I was pale and he said I did not look good at all. I felt tears welling up and yes, all I wanted to do was to go to bed and sleep.

Besides feeling sick, I had one other problem: I was still horny.

But feeling too sick to do anything about it.

Once I was in bed I started to feel better. I was tired, nauseous and had a headache, but lying still apparently helped. The nausea also ebbed away. My husband got into bed next to me and held is arm out so I could rest my head on his shoulder. I love to lie like this as he then always plays with my nipple. I was so tired, not feeling well and still I just could not fall asleep. After some time I gave him a kiss and rolled onto my other side to sleep. My back was towards him. He glided his hand over my buttocks, and firmly rubbed between. Touching my asshole. Making me moan. Then he stopped touching me and I tried to sleep.

But I could not sleep.

I was too horny.

And I was sick. Not feeling well. So I decided to do the sensible thing and tried again to sleep. Sleep eluded me. I pressed my bum against his legs. My husband put his hand on my hip. Apparently he thought I wanted some comfort. I moaned and wriggled my ass. He moved his hand over my buttock. I moaned again and wriggled more. He slipped his hand between my buttocks and softly ran his finger over my asshole. I was still wearing my pajama pants, but loved the touch. Yes, as long as I held my head on the pillow, I could handle everything, I thought. I was just too horny to be sensible. I pushed against his hand. He slipped his hand into my pajama bottoms and pressed his finger against my asshole. I so enjoyed it. I so wanted more. When he reached for the lubricant I pulled my pants down. The cold lubricant touched my asshole. He slipped one finger inside me. The sensations running through my body made my pussy dripping with my fluids. He slipped another finger inside me. I wanted more. So much more!

“Will you please fuck my ass, Sir?” I asked.

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My head stayed on my pillow when I was ordered to get on my knees. More cold lubricant. One finger in my ass. Two fingers. Then I felt him pressing his hard cock against my opening. I was surprised at the ease with which he slipped into my opening. I was surprised that it did not hurt at all. Somewhere my mind told me that the plug had done its work, preparing me for this. But still, I felt surprise. And it felt good. Feeling my husband’s cock deep in my ass. Feeling him moving in and out. I touched my clit. My pussy was very wet, dripping. My pussy lips were swollen. My clit was swollen – sensitive. My orgasm consumed all my energy, leaving just enough to intensely enjoy feeling my husband spurting his cum deep inside me.

Soon afterwards I fell asleep, still feeling sick, but not that horny anymore.

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