1 comments/ 17882 views/ 2 favorites Man Day By: dugdug I wanted to do something really special for my man one day. He had been working so hard at the office, he was due to have someone let him know just how special he really is. Our daughter was away at my parents for the weekend, which was a rarity. Seemed like as good a time as any to start a new tradition: Man Day. Sure, he has his Birthday. And, Father's Day. Those are nice, and he deserves them. But, neither really celebrate HIM. So, I thought up Man Day. That will be a day just for him. From the time he wakes up, to the time we go to bed, it would be all about him. He has always been good about giving me the occasional Ladies Night or Day. If I played it right, I figured, worst case I'd just kiss his ass all day and then have some really good sex later. It turned out to be so much more. Not having our daughter in the house, we both slept in. It was almost 9:00 am, which neither of us had seen for over four years, before we rustled. Well, actually, he rustled, and almost put it right in my rear end. Sleeping naked, as we almost always do, he had shimmied over into a tight spoon at some point that morning and nestled his cock between my ass cheeks. I awoke to the feeling of his hand on my left breast, pinching my nipple and sending a pleasure wave through my body. It was nice. Without opening my eyes, I found my breath getting short and I had didn't even notice I was grinding my ass against his cock. It was subtle, so I think he was wondering if he was getting through to me or not. He was, but he tested me anyway by pulling his hand off my tit and leaning back a bit. I reached around him, grabbed his ass, slightly opened my legs, and in one motion pulled him into me. Already wet from his previous efforts, he slipped right in. I grabbed his hand together we pinched my nipple. His breath was hot along my neck. He didn't last long. No more than a few dozen hard pumps, he groaned. Even with the two-minute drill I was getting, I was close to cumming as he pounded his cockhead against my g-spot. He tried to pull out, but I held him close until I finished. He yanked himself out just as he splayed a sticky load all over my inner thigh and cheeks. "Good morning," he said. "Yes, it certainly has started out that way!" I replied, still catching my breath a bit. "I decided last night that today we are going to celebrate 'Man Day'. Today, all day, it will be all about my man." We chatted a bit more about why I was doing what I was doing, and all kinds of other shit, while we just laid there for another 45 minutes with me in his arms. His sticky cock was now sealed against my ass, he slowly rolled my left nipple in his hand while I matched his movements with my right nipple. It might have been the nicest time we have had together in the last decade. We finally rallied and climbed out of bed. I slipped on a little silky robe while he walked bare-assed down the hall to take a piss. I heard him start the shower while I wandered into the kitchen. As he showered quickly, I rolled a joint and made some coffee. He came out wrapped in a towel and found me sitting on the counter top. My tits were virtually hanging out as I sat with my legs spread open a bit. I lit up the joint and motioned him over. I took a big drag and grabbed him into a deep kiss, blowing the hit into his mouth as he sucked it in. We shared the joint and sipped coffee on the back deck. It was a beautiful morning, one of those rare New England mornings where it was sunny, close to 70, dry and no bugs. I told him to chill here while I showered up and started breakfast. I needed to wash that dried cum off my ass. I cooked him a big breakfast: three-egg ham, pepper, & cheese omelet, side of bacon, hash browns, toast, and orange juice. Still wearing my silky robe, I served it to him in his chair on the deck. I hadn't noticed he had put on some shorts (that I love his sexy ass in) and ditched the robe. We had a nice breakfast, enjoying the weather and the company. After, we brought the dishes in when I told him to go lay on the couch if he wanted. I assumed he was looking to watch a soccer game, and I was correct. Arsenal was playing host to Manchester United, and this was, for him, the Game of the Year. I cleaned up while he spread himself out on the couch. As is a typical game for him, I heard squeals of delight inter mingled with curses of displeasure. It was already noon by halftime, so I came in with a couple of our vodka/lemonade drinks and sat next to him. He was in a good enough mood (he better be!) as the day had got off without a hitch and Arsenal led, 2-1. Deep into the second half, as we moved into our second drink and our second joint, I pulled surprise #2 for him. I took the drink out of his hand, pulled three ice cubes out with my lips, and unzipped his shorts. Without saying a word, I took out his cock and pulled it right into my mouth in one motion. He leaned back and moaned, gurgling about the feeling of my warm tongue swirling around with the ice cubes on his head. The cubes soon melted, and I moved in front of him, kneeling down between his legs, and bobbed up and down on his penis. There he sat, watching his favorite soccer team go ahead of their biggest rivals, as I blew him like there was no tomorrow. I took him as far as I could down my throat (I can't deep throat), and swirled my tongue around the tip. I squeezed his balls with one hand, I moved the other down between my legs and tickled my clit. Continuing to give the best head I have ever performed, and had noticed I was fingering my clit so much I was letting out loud groans of pleasure. I finally came, spilling juice over my hand as I heard commotion behind me. Arsenal scored a few minutes after I came, and he unloaded with little warning into my throat. Barely time to react, it was down before I knew, literally, what hit me. I gagged a bit, but I was a trooper and licked the tip clean. After the game, we grabbed out pool stuff, I slipped into my teeny-tiny bikini, and we moved out by the pool. With nowhere to go that day, we made a pitcher of drinks and rolled a couple of more joints, cranked the tunes, and headed out. We lathered up with sunscreen, and I took extra time kneading my tits with oil while he watched me. Funny, I love my little bikini but as soon as we laid on the chairs my top was off. We sparked up another joint, each sipped our drinks, then we both slipped on the shades and passed out. After 30 minutes or so, I unhooked my bottom and slipped it off. I love naked sunbathing. My husband had taken his shorts off, and left them covering just his privates. I called to him...but he didn't hear me through the music and his daze. I felt horny again. Naked sunbathing always does that. I moved a hand between my legs, and couldn't believe how wet I was. First one, then two fingers slipped easily into my pussy. I'd take turns, finger fucking myself for several strokes then taking my fingers out to swirl around my clit. I moved my hand in and out; in and out, getting closer and closer. I reached into our beach bag, slipped out my vibrator, and slipped it into me. I turned it on, and practically yelled out a groan. I sneaked a glance at him, and noticed he was awake, watching me. I pretended not to notice him awake, furiously fucking myself with my favorite pool toy. I came again, squirting come onto my pool towel in a torrent. I got up, walked to his chair, straddled his chair, removed his sunglasses, and sat down on his face. After all, it much as it was "Man Day", I needed my pussy eaten and he LOVES to eat my pussy. So, really, this was still all about him, right? I trapped his head between my thighs and rocked back and forth. Neither had shaved today, so I was careful to keep the friction down while I fucked his tongue, chin, and nose. I drenched his entire face in more of my come as he expertly swirled his tongue around my hole and clit. I finally couldn't take anymore, spun myself around, slipped a condom over his cock, and sat down on him reverse cowgirl, and leaned forward giving him a good view of my ass cheeks clenching. I rode him for quite a long while, popping up and down and grinding to and fro. He just laid there, watching my ass and not saying a word. I pulled out my mini-vibe and touched it to my clit. I came for the last time as he dumped a huge load into the rubber. I could feel the membrane stretching inside me. I climbed off, wiped down his face and cock, and jumped in the pool to wash up. He followed. It was getting late in the day, but we still had some time to lay on the floats before the sun would set. We were both over a half dozen drinks and split four joints, so we were wasted as we floated in the water, drifting in and out of sleep. We climbed out of the pool and I slipped my bikini back on. While I do love to sunbath naked, I'm not too fond of waltzing around the house with nothing on. We packed up and headed inside. After my husband made us both a big glass of ice water we each downed, he then took the leftover coffee from this morning and starting making some ice coffees. We were both still relatively drunk and spent from the sun, so the coffee gave us both a bit of a jolt. Of course, in an effort to not be parents for the day, he also included a double-shot of Bailey's in each coffee. I had earlier marinated some filet mignons for dinner, and also took out some tiger shrimp for some 'surf-and-turf' action. I already had a big salad prepared, so my husband lit the grill and started to get it heated up. He changed into those same shorts I love and opened a bottle of wine. I left him to do his grilling while I went to take a shower. We each had a bat hit before departing. While he cooked the steak and the shrimps, he relaxed on the deck while I cleaned up. Feeling trashed, I took a long shower and let the water run all over myself. So far, it had been a good day. I was wondering if I had much more left in me, and also how much longer I was going to stay awake. I have a tendency to fall asleep early on these days. I turned the water ice cold for five minutes to give me a jolt. That seemed to have worked. To that point, we had already had a lot of sex. Tonight, we were going to make love. Both have a place in our relationship. I'm sure you know the feeling...sometimes, you just need to get laid. Others, you want passion, romance, physical caring. Making love. I lathered my legs and shaved them smooth with a new blade. I then turned to my stubbly pussy and shaved that as well. I like a smooth, shaved pussy. The look, the feel of it when either he or I touch it is something I love. In fact, from my eyebrows down I am completely bald. I love the feeling of it. Tonight, I made sure it was a little extra smooth as I carefully unfolded my labia, spread myself wide, and removed any hint of anything that could get in the way of 100% silky smoothness. Just for fun, I slipped a finger in. "Yep, still works," I chuckled to nobody in particular. After I was finished, I rinsed off and applied some oil to my skin. I have this particular oil that costs a fortune, but he said just the smell drives him crazy. I put a little extra on and climbed out. After toweling off, I threw on a robe and went and checked on him. He was chilling on the deck, having a glass of wine, and looked like he had got baked again. I saw the bowl next to him, so I came over, leaned in front of him so he could smell the oil and gave him a view as my tits were basically in his face, and gave him a long, tongue-filled kiss. I took a couple of hits off the bowl, sipped his wine, and left him to finish up the steaks while I went to set the table. He brought the food in from the grill, put it on the counter, and went to take a shower himself. In the meantime, I got dinner all ready and prettied myself up a bit. There is a fine line between looking hot and looking slutty, and I have it mastered. I put on a nice outfit, with a sexy push-up brad and a black top with a couple of buttons unbuttoned. A short skirt that when I sat hiked way up my legs. Let's put it this way, if I didn't shave my pussy I'm quite sure a few wisps of hair would peak out. A nice set of heels, some jewelry, and was ready to go. You read that right...no panties. He showered up rather quickly and came out. I met him at the bathroom door with a long kiss again. This time, I was really testing him to see how well he shaved. And, it was nice. I imagined him face buried between my thighs later. I felt moist again. We sat down to eat dinner. We had a nice dinner, sitting across from each other and having our second glass of wine. I could see him sneaking a peak at my tits, so I took care to nonchalantly move occasionally to make sure he had a good look. I love to play coy...giving a thrill while acting naive. I enjoy that with all men. My husband says he likes to see others sneaking peaks at me. They get to wish they could fuck me...he gets to fuck me. I get to act hot and get laid. 'It's a win-win for everyone', he says. After dinner, I let him go to the living room while I picked up. The dishes could wait. It was dark now, and we were both past our previous drunkenness, but still a bit buzzed. I opened another bottle of wine and sat next to him on the couch. He put on the TV, and asked what I wanted to watch. I left it up to him, and I knew where he was going. "Let's see if there is a movie on", he said. I can read him like a book. He spent a few minutes going through our Premium channels, and ended up on one with some Adult Movies. These are more of the soft-porn variety, showing lots of tits and ass and some fake sex scenes, nothing terribly dirty. I'm not into the hardcore porn, but I can deal with this on occasion. I left to go pee, and slipped out of my outfit, leaving the heels and bra on. Still no panties. I heard some commotion, and didn't know what it was. Needless to say I was quite embarrassed when I walked down the hall to see my friend Valerie (dressed like she had been out clubbing) talking to my husband. There I was, virtually naked, while Valerie was looking like she was upset. "Ooh, I'm sorry!" she yelled out and began to leave. "No, wait a minute. Just give me a minute", I said and went back to put a robe on. I came back out in a minute, and my husband (ever the gracious host) had poured Valerie some of the wine and had sparked a joint up. I sat down next to my husband, with Valerie on the other side of him, and we shared the joint. It turns out Valerie was out with a couple of friends, and found out her best friend had been cheating with her boyfriend. She left in a huff and was driving home past our house when she saw our light on. Knowing we always have pot, she stopped in. She doesn't smoke a lot, but tonight was one of those nights. As we got caught up, I hadn't even realized the porn was still playing. Neither of us were paying attention, we were caught up in the conversation and the buzz that was filling our heads. I think my husband was secretly enjoying having two hot, half-naked women on either end as he sat in the middle of our L-shaped couch. 'I hope he doesn't get any ideas', I thought. I had one experience with a woman a year earlier, and while it was incredible, it wasn't anything I was into. That one time it was an anonymous encounter a half a world away. This was a good friend of mine in my house. 'Not gonna happen.' Valerie was pouring her heart out as we continued to rip it up. Finishing that bottle, my husband went to get the Grey Goose out of the freezer and said "I'm doing shots". I figured he was expecting this night to fall apart, and he may as well get wrecked in the process. "I'm joining you!" she yelled. Well, I wasn't going to sit idly by while that was going on. He got a bottle from the freezer, three shot glasses, and set them up on the coffee table. With porn in the background, we proceeded to shoot back a few shots apiece. Valerie is a good friend, but I was really feeling horny and kind of wanted her to leave. Now wasted, I leaned back and realized the porno was still playing. What gave it away was the screen showed two women locked in a lesbian sex scene. I watched the scene in quiet, and hadn't noticed my right tit was out of my robe and pretty much there for all to see. I looked over at Valerie, about to comment that I was sorry for what was on the television when I noticed she was also sitting back and her legs were spread open slightly. Ever so subtly, she opened her legs more and I found myself looking up her skirt to see if she was wearing any panties. She was, a beautiful pair of pink silky see-throughs with a cute little bow on top. I looked up, and saw she was staring right into my eyes. Without changing her expression one bit, she opened her legs more to give me a full view. I scratched my thigh, then noticed that I wasn't scratching so much as lightly rubbing along my legs, feeling their smoothness. Still staring at her crotch, I found myself wondering if she was as clean shaven as I was. The movie ended, and Valerie abruptly got up to go to the bathroom, and I recovered. I noticed my tit hanging out, and my rock hard nipples pointed skyward. My husband sat there, with a tent in his shorts. Valerie came back in and sat in the chair, which swiveled away from the TV and towards us. Again, she sat with her legs apart and bent on the coffee table, giving us both a view, but only if we were to look. My husband is good at sneaking peaks. Me? Not so much. Again, I found myself staring right at her crotch and noticed her panties were now off. Her pussy was shaved, but she left a landing strip just above. 'Cute decoration', I thought. I giggled out loud at the thought. "It's hot in here", Valerie said. "And, I'm drunk. Do you have a T-shirt I can change into? And, I can't drive...can I crash on your couch?" "No problem," both my husband and I said at the same time. I think he more excitedly than I. While I can't say the thought hadn't crossed my mind, I still didn't have any intentions on taking this further than it was. I went to grab a comfy t-shirt and left them both in here. I returned a minute later to see her shirt completely unbuttoned and she fanned herself with a magazine. I tossed her a T-shirt and said to my husband "Why don't you get up so I can make up the couch for Valerie to sleep on?" He hesitated, realizing that he had a solid hard-on still going. Valerie noticed his tent, and chuckled "It's OK, it's nothing I haven't seen before!" He got up and tried to move around the table and around me. We bumped, and I fell onto Valerie's lap. She grabbed me to keep from falling further, and squeezed me tight. I turned to get up, our faces a few inches apart, and I stared into her eyes. I knew, and I think she knew, this was the moment of truth. She went for it...and I didn't back down. We locked into a long kiss, running our fingers through each other's hair. It was passionate...more passionate than any kiss I have ever had. I'm not even sure if I fully realized what was going on, but there I was, leaning over her, kissing her madly. She slipped a hand into my robe and with one motion untied the knot and it fell to the floor. I stood before her, completely naked, and stopped. What was I doing? I couldn't stop myself for long. I leaned into her again to kiss her and my breasts fell against her hands. She grabbed them both and pinched each nipple, lightly at first. "Tighter", I moaned. She followed instructions well. I stood her up and we locked into another embrace. We fell onto the couch next to my husband, who was just sitting there watching the action and not making a sound. We were rolling around and I pulled her shirt off her, then unhooked her bra. Each of her tits fell out. She has beautiful tits. Firm, natural, and perky. I sucked her left breast into my mouth while she rubbed my head with both hands. I held her tightly, still oblivious to my husband, when I felt a hand on my ass. Man Day 'Wait a minute', I thought. 'She's got two hands on my head, where is this other hand coming from?' I figured it out, and opened my legs to give him access. He pushed two fingers inside me and I let out a loud, gurgling moan. All the while, Valerie was slightly, subtly, pushing my head down as I kissed her belly. I pulled off her skirt and stood before her. There we were, Valerie naked on the couch, me naked in front of her, and my husband sitting there with a huge hard on and his eyes wide open. Valerie stood up, and we both went over to my husband and laid next to him. We undressed him, and we both rubbed him all over. I held his balls, while she jerked him off. I couldn't believe how big and hard he was. 'He won't last long at this rate', I figured. "Take it slow", I said. "We are going to need that cock for a while." "You don't need to worry about it. I took some Viagra earlier." We had never tried it before, so I was hopeful it was everything it was supposed to be. Turns out...it most certainly was! He stood us both up and had me face Valerie. With him behind me, grinding his cock into my ass cheeks, he held his hands over mine and together we grabbed onto Valerie's breasts. Together, we worked our magic on her breasts and then he pulled her into me, and we locked into another passionate kiss. His hands were on her ass, his cock between my ass cheeks, and he was moving me back and forth as I ground my hips into Valerie. I turned around and faced my husband, kissing him deeply and stopping only to look into his eyes. I could see the reflection of my own face in his eyes, and I could see the desire. Valerie held my breasts from behind, then spun me around and pushed me onto the couch. Without hesitating, she crawled between my legs and pulled my labia apart. She took one, slow, long lick with her tongue from the top of my asshole to my clit, stopped and swirled around it, then plunged her entire tongue into my pussy. I again let out a loud, moan. My husband laid next to me and played with my tits. He was really just enjoying the sites now, watching his wife get eaten out by her gorgeous friend....he was happy. Together, I placed my hands over his and we both worked my tits furiously. With Valerie's tongue lapping me like an ice cream cone, alternating between tongue-fucking me and trying to pry my clitoris apart with the tip of her tongue, I was in absolute bliss. My husband can eat pussy. But, I have to say....THIS was eating pussy. I felt so happy, so close to him. Together, we were just enjoying what Valerie was doing to me. My husband then moved behind Valerie and grabbed her ass. I watched him stick two fingers into his mouth and almost pretend to give them head. He looked me right in the eyes, took out his fingers, and in on motion shoved them right into Valerie's pussy. Valerie yelped and stopped licking for a second, lifted her head and I saw a face that was total enjoyment. Drunk, but content. He finger-fucked her rapidly for about a minute, giving her a good machine-gunning while he looked right into my eyes. I grabbed Valerie's head and shoved her back between my legs, and looked right back at my husband. Valerie mirrored the finger-fucking she was getting on me, with the added pleasure of a clit tonguing. It felt like Valerie was used as a conduit between he and I. It was surreal. She and I both came, loudly and wetly, and we collapsed. "Whew," Valerie finally got up and sat next to me on the couch. "I haven't done that in a long time. I'm not really like that, I don't kno- -" I moved over to her and kissed her fully on the lips, tasting her. Tasting myself. I pressed my finger to her lips, "ssshhh" is all I said. I moved my head down to her breasts and sucked her right one into my mouth. Valerie climbed onto the couch corner and looked directly at us. She pointed at us, then ran her hands down and pulled her pussy lips apart. We took the hint and moved between her legs. Together, our tongues swirling around her entire crotch area. Sometimes meeting and locking our tongues, we tag-teamed her clit and sending her into a loud wail. We made a pretty good team! My husband got up and left the room. I pulled Valerie down and sat her hips on the edge of the couch. I put threw her legs over my shoulders and had her all to myself. I gave her the same tongue-lashing she gave me. She worked her tits, rolling her nipples between her finger tips. I spread her far apart, and nibbled her clit. I loved that...I figure everyone does! Her cum was literally dripping into her ass crack, soaking my good leather couch. My husband returned with an armload of toys. I owned a pocket-rocket and a couple of penis-shaped vibrators. One doesn't get used much, this nine-inch long, two-inch around monster that stretches me out. The other is remarkably like my husband's penis. He knelt behind me and pulled spread my legs apart. He slid the monster between my legs, and pressed it against my hole. He just held it there for a moment, giving it slight pressure at my entrance, but not really trying to push it in. He ran it up and down my crack, from the asshole to my clit, and back. He opened me, and I leaned back. Preparing myself for the monster, he instead pushed the smaller one into me. He fucked me from behind with it, slamming it into me and holding my hip with his other hand. I held onto Valerie's hips and tried to keep eating her. I was lost, my head swirling between the booze, the pot, and pure ecstasy of the fucking I was getting. My face just slammed into her pussy, oblivious to where my face actually was. Valerie got up from the couch, walked over to the bottle of Goose, and took a slug right from the bottle. She then walked to my husband, and knelt beside him. While he continued to slam that vibrator into me, Valerie grabbed his face and with a mouthful of vodka, kissed him and forced the booze down his throat. He coughed and stuttered, causing me to throw my rhythm off and mess my next wave up. I grunted my displeasure, and turned to see them locked in an embrace, sucking face wildly while he had two fingers in her pussy. I was actually a little jealous, I will admit. "Someone fuck me!" I yelled. Valerie moved behind me and held the monster against me. She slid the entire member into her mouth, lubing it up with her saliva. She grabbed a tube of lube, spread it around, and slowly pushed the beast into me. She got most of it in and held it for a second. I let my body settle around it and accept it. It felt huge. She pulled it out, held it at my opening again, and pushed it in again. This time, deeper. I felt the base of it against my clit. It was all the way in. I had never taken it all before. Again, she held it there and I slowly circled my hips around. I got used to it, starting feeling the fullness inside me. I was stretched out. Then, she turned it on, slowly at first. I sighed, and hummed in tune with it. She pulled it out slowly. I felt the ridge of the cock-head rub all along my pussy walls, finally popping outside of my hole. Once again, she ran it along my crack, from my asshole to my clit. I squealed when it hit my clit, but she moved it back to my entrance again. She held it there, firmly. I leaned back, grabbing it with my pussy lips and pulled the beast inside me. I pulled forward, and then I slammed back again. I was fucking the monster, and loving it. She held it firmly with her left hand, leaned onto my back, and breathed into my ear. She pulled my head to the side, and ticked my ear with her tongue. I continued slamming my ass into her, and she worked it like a man does a cock. My husband crawled behind Valerie and entered her. She broke rhythm for a minute, gathering herself. Then, in unison, he fucked her, who fucked me. We were in a train, working in cohesion. Both Valerie and I were screaming. Valerie had pressed the pocket-rocket onto her clit, and was getting slammed into by my husband. Between her and I groaning loudly and the battery-charged humming, it was pretty loud in there. My husband pulled his cock out of Valerie, grabbed the vibrator that he started me on earlier, and cranked it on. Replacing his cock with it inside her pussy, he moved behind her and screwed her with it. I hear the top pop back onto the lube, and then I heard Valerie let out a squeal. "Too much?" he said. "Not at all," Valerie breathlessly moaned, first looking back at him before turning her gaze into my eyes. My husband looked at me, and pushed his cock inside her ass. With the vibrator in her pussy, he filled her ass with his cock. Valerie barely hold onto the monster anymore, and let the other one in her pussy fall out. She had all she could do to hold on as my husband pounded away on her asshole. In unison, she fucked me with that monstrosity while taking an ass-fucking from my husband. We really were working well as a team. I had enough, crawled out from underneath her, and moved to her pussy again. I tongued her clit again while I moved my husband's cock in and out of her ass. I'm not much into anal, having only done it once, but she was enjoying it and my husband most definitely was. I was glad, to be honest, to miss this ride. Finally, he let out a primal yelp and groaned "Fuck, I'm coming! Let me come in your ass!" Before she could even think about saying yes, his load exploded deep into her intestines. He spasmed, and fell onto her back. She was already beaten up and weakened, and his weight was too much. She dropped onto my face, almost breaking my nose. He pulled his cock out of her ass while Valerie rolled off me. My husband went to clean his dick and tossed us each a towel. Valerie wiped her ass of his creampie and sat down. He returned a minute later with three ice waters, a bottle of ibuprofen, and sat down. We passed around the painkillers as a preventive for the morning, downed out waters, and all looked around. "Thank you," said Valerie. "I needed to get fucked tonight." "He's a giver," I joked. "Plus, for some reason, I've always wondered what you were like in bed," Valerie said to me. "I think it's safe to say that you were everything I had hoped for." "Me, too!" I replied. "I think there was plenty of giving going around I think," he laughed, before stumbling off toward the bedroom. "You guys joining?" It was a crowded, but cozy, sleep that night. I have no idea how I will top this for next year's Man Day.