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Talk To the Pussy

byYogakay©

My husband and I had been married over twenty years when David did something he had never done before. He spoke directly to my pussy. I don't mean he spoke to me about my vagina. The man literally held a conversation with my pussy and she responded in kind.

David had been out of town for a week and I was already feeling "ramped up." Reunion sex and hotel sex are my two favorites. Days without a sexual outlet had left us both feeling more than a little hungry. Even though my husband travelled frequently, I always prepared myself with extra care when he returned home. My preparations felt like foreplay as I readied myself for use.

I had been shaved from the neck down; not one area of my body had I missed. The only hair that remained on me was a dark blond landing strip that highlighted the slit between my legs.

With care, I had rubbed coconut oil into my fair skin. Dabbing perfumed Moroccan oil on my pulse points, I knew the musky scent would combine with the slightly tropical aroma. My toes had been manicured and polished a light blue. My short blond hair was slightly mussed and had that "I just got fucked look" that David adores. Heavy makeup highlighted my slanted green eyes and my lips were painted dark red.

Lingerie is something that both David and I enjoy. The revealing designs crafted of silky material always fill me with excitement. The tiny scraps of material make me feel sexier, more womanly. My husband liked the idea that I was a beautifully wrapped gift waiting to be opened. On the day my husband had his first conversation with my pussy, I was wearing a light blue teddy.

The lacy material barely cleared my ample hips and the low cut bodice accentuated my firm size B breasts. Underwear seemed silly so I hadn't bothered wearing any.

Looking at me, as I stood there smiling, my husband leered back. His eyes were focused on me intensely as he spoke, "You look hot Baby, like a centerfold. It's time to fuck."

Compliments are foreplay. With each sexy utterance, I felt myself flush and begin to glow. That feeling of feminine empowerment rose in me as I felt my pink nipples harden and moisture beginning to pool between my legs. If you want a woman to respond, convince her that she is special. My husband is very skilled at this.

"You're Hollywood beautiful ... seriously." David's voice was guttural and he sounded as if he believed every word he was saying. All of a sudden, I could imagine myself somehow elevated ... hotter ... better.

"Come on, it's time to play," I said with a sexy smile. As soon as I turned towards our bedroom, I felt my ass slapped sharply. David loved watching my pale cheeks jiggle and I giggled. Following in hot pursuit, my husband told me, "Get ready to be pounded.'"

Crawling onto our teak platform bed I made sure my bubble-butt was pronounced and on display.

"Roll over and scoot up." This wasn't like my husband. Usually when he returned home after being gone, David's eight and half inches would be too hard and too demanding to be distracted. Plunging balls deep was generally the first thing my husband wanted. Bending over and allowing my husband to just take me never bothered me. My hubby loves making me cum; my turn always arrived.

Quickly I scooted up to the headboard and leaned back. Instead of crawling on top of me, David nudged my muscular thighs apart. Tingling began immediately as I watched my husband scoot between my parted legs and inch his way towards my mound. My body knew what was about to happen and like Pavlov's dog, it responded. My hips loosened by their own accord and spread further for my husband's arrival. Pink nipples tightened and screamed to be touched and I could feel my pussy opening. The scent of my arousal filled the brightly lit room. My husband didn't allow the lights to be turned off when he was claiming what was his.

Oh, there was a reason my body was reacting so strongly. My husband doesn't just like pussy, he reveres it. He loves the way pussies look, the way they smell and most of all, the way they taste. Everything between a woman's legs is an alter to David and like the faithful he brings his best to worship.

Scooting closer, my husband nuzzled between my legs and I heard myself sigh. As I waited anxiously for the first strike of his tongue, David whispered.

"Hello Kitty ... how's my girl?" David pressed his face lovingly against my outer labia and inhaled before he continued. "Mmmm, you're such a good girl ... so pretty." Now my husband was lightly running his finger down my slit. "Mmmm, I've missed you. You are the prettiest pussy I've ever seen ... so perfect."

Okay, David has told me in the past that my small symmetrical lips make my pussy a ten. What he has never done is tell this directly to my pussy. Or should I say, Kitty? Apparently, my pussy had a name too. This was getting a little odd. My husband still hadn't spoken to me in person.

Squirming a little, I said, "Hey ... uh, what are you doing?"

"SSSHHH. I'm having a conversation." My husband looked up at me and smiled. His blue eyes were crinkled at the sides. He was having fun. Without another word, David returned to his conversation. "Sorry about that, now where were we ... let me see; oh yes, I was talking about how perfect you are Kitty. You really are sweetie ... absolutely perfect."

The whole time my husband was talking directly to a body part he was also slowly stroking me. The love in his voice was evident. This wasn't the kind of love built on a lifetime of having one's back. Oh no, this was a whole different kind of "amore." It was primal. The whispered intensity of my husband's voice made it clear. David wasn't just acting silly, he was making love to what he had always claimed was his favorite place in the world.

Immediately I felt myself opening further as tingling consumed me. Squirming, I giggled softly and said, "I don't think she can talk." The words felt silly coming out of my mouth but there was no point denying what was apparent, I was enjoying this new kind of attention immensely.

"Did you hear that? She doesn't think you can talk ... isn't she silly? You talk to me all the time ... you tell me when you're happy ... you tell me when you need fucking ... you tell me so many things." Placing a small kiss on my outer labia, my husband looked up and spoke directly to me, "Kitty and I have our own relationship." Without another word he returned his face to my pussy. "Isn't that right, Kitty? You're my good girl, aren't you?"

"Um ... I think she has to go through me." I was now talking about my vagina as if it existed outside of me. This was getting even stranger. My body didn't care one bit and I continued growing more excited.

"That's funny ... isn't it Kitty? She thinks she's in charge." My husband chuckled softly. David knows how high my sex drive is and he knows my past.

Quickly my mind flashed to all the men Kitty had let inside me when I hadn't thought it was a good idea. David was right. Oh my God, the bitch had been calling the shots all this time. Since I had felt that first tickle low in my belly, Kitty has decided on what we did or didn't do. That meant if men were criticized for thinking with their little heads, I was worse. I had spent decades listening to a much smaller head.

With a small moan I settled back and relaxed into my husband's care. As David's voice became a low murmur I considered my vagina. Now seeing my pussy through David's eyes, I didn't think of it as a part of me. Kitty was much more than just something that was functional, she was something more mysterious, more powerful. As my hands began to pinch and tug on my swollen nipples, I released a moan both soft and womanly.

"That's better ... what? You want me to get serious?" With that, I felt my husband's tongue slip between my folds. "Mmmm, you taste yummy ... so sweet."

My husband's words embraced me in a wave of raw sexuality. Unconsciously, I pushed my hips up. I was no longer a mere woman. I was a goddess. Contained within me was what had caused a thousand wars, driven men to suicide and to this day, keeps the world moving. For the very first time I began to understand what that meant and it felt good!

David continued with his leisurely exploration. First, his tongue made long strokes from my clit to my anus. Then he plunged his tongue deep into my folds and slurped at my insides. Yummy sounds accompanied his movements as he continued relishing my body. A small gold hoop piercing decorates my outer labia and soon David was playing with my ring. Nibbles continued until he held my clitoris in his warm mouth.

"Oh ... yes, please ... harder baby." Need had replaced desire and was now demanding release. "Please, baby... ooooo, stop torturing me ... babyyyy"

Suckling my clit, David chuckled. His tongue circled my engorged nub over and over again. As David lapped up the juices my body was producing, I realized my hubby was right. Kitty did talk to him and my arousal was her language. When she was approached with reverence, Kitty became willing to do anything for the one singing her praises. More than once I have found myself in a position I hadn't planned, doing something I said I would never do. Enflamed, Kitty doesn't consider consequences.

With his face pressed to me my husband continued. Feeling worshiped I began to glow under David's continued caresses.

"Oh ... you are beautiful..." My husband's voice stopped as his tongue wiggled itself up to the underside of my clit. He wasn't talking to me. Kitty was the only one David was interested in. Roughly David licked the tiny textured spot that always made me gasp and try to wriggle away.

My husband was ready and held my pale thighs tightly in his strong hands. I wasn't going anywhere. With my knees pushed up to my ears, David continued rapidly licking the underside of my clit. Jolts of electricity ripped through me and grew. Moaning loudly I encouraged my husband on.

Before a few seconds had passed, I felt myself becoming crazed with built up lust. I needed to cum and I needed to cum now! "Harder, baby ... oh my God... don't stop, don't stop, don't stop." My words were replaced by screams as I began to climax. Wave after wave of pleasure rolled through and soon the sound of David's slurping was replaced with different screams.

"Stop ... stop ... I can't cum again ... stop!" My husband stopped lapping at my clit long enough to laugh at my request."

"Did you hear that? She thinks we're finished." Smiling wickedly at me, David lowered his head and resumed making out with Kitty.

"No! I'm not kidding ... stop!" My husband just continued as I begged him to cease. He wasn't listening to me. Kitty was the only one David was interested in.

Pretty soon I wasn't fighting, I was cooing. Positively primal is how I felt as I ground my sopping wet pussy against my husband's searching lips. With finesse, David's tongue gently began stroking my clit. Each time he touched my highly sensitive nub I yelped.

"Calm down Kitty, I'll go slowly. You know you want more; you are such a little slut." My husband's voice was playful as he spoke to my gaping pussy. And David was right, Kitty understood every word he was saying. I knew that as I felt thought replaced by instinct.

David began suckling my pink outer lips enthusiastically into his mouth. My husband was French kissing my labia. My body tensed as the tightening low in my belly rapidly grew. David's tongue rapidly flicked at my clit. It was too much and soon I heard myself screaming like a bitch in heat. Being the slut my husband said she was, Kitty was soon delivering more nectar to his open mouth. My second orgasm was even more intense than the first and I was soon trembling and making little cat like sounds.

With a shiny face, my husband placed a small kiss on my landing strip. "Thank-you, Kitty." He spoke as if he had just received sustenance. The thought of my husband feeding off of me was the hottest thing I could imagine.

David's voice changed as he stood up and looked down at me. Knees had fallen wide to the sides of my body. Gaping and throbbing my pussy was in full view. One breast was exposed and I casually tugged at it without thought as David continued his scrutiny.

It was obvious he was now speaking to me when he said. "Turn over ... I'm going to fuck that tight ass of yours, now!"

Yep, he wasn't talking to Kitty anymore. Instead of whispering sweetly, my husband's voice was now demanding and full of authority. Without hesitation I rolled over and wiggled my curved hips at him. It's hard to say no to someone that makes you feel like a goddess.

Since sidestepping me, and conversing directly with my pussy, my husband has had one fantasy after another come true. Since that first conversation, David has never had to ask twice for anything. So you lovers of pussy, I suggest you begin speaking directly to the source. It's the surest way to get what you want. Don't worry about not getting a response; Kitty always replies when spoken to.

YogaKay xoxo

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