Hubby knows the right spot to hit!

Poppy's Diary. I seemed a little startled but relaxed when I realized it was only my husband giving me a hug. I responded by placing my once busy hands over his and laid my head backwards. We stayed in that position for a short while, feeling each other’s warmth and closeness. “What’s up, honey?” I finally asked him as I was cradled in his strong arms. “Nothing… just wanted to see you,” David said and kissed me lightly on the neck. I let out a cute giggle. “Really?” “Yeah, really.” “Liar. You’re hard as a rock.” A playful smirk left my smiling lips. It was true that, together with the daydream of a fantasy and the way he had been staring at my body just a few moments ago, a large bulge of a tent had developed at the crotch of his jeans. My words made the monster within him throb lightly as it attempted to rage through its clothed prison. The physical contact between his tent and my ass as he pressed himself against me was not helping to control it much either. David didn’t need to feel embarrassed about it, so he simply chuckled and took it lightly. I went on, turning my head slightly to the side. “By the way, about that email this morning…” This time David was clearly taken aback.' Oh! Gud! She saw! Damn you, son of a b***h'! I knew that would be his thought, judging by his reaction. He tried to act cool. “What email?” “That email someone sent to you.” I couldn’t help but seem amused at his sudden fluster. “Did you like what you saw?” David searched for words before hesitantly speaking. I got him here. “Erm… What can I say?” 'I am sorry David, I also got an email 20 minutes ago, but I can't share it with you.' With the thought of the contents of the email, which is just 'how are you Poppy?' my smile turned into a wide grin as I leaned backward with a husky whisper in his ear. “Don’t worry… I got it you are a man and your friends are naughty…” I paused and used one of my hands to slowly guide David’s hand down the front of my hot pants so he could touch my panties beneath. To his surprise, he could feel the fabric was extremely damp and my skin rather slippery. I breathed a few quiet words, “All I could think of was you doing all that to me… and it got me so horny…” I wasn’t usually like this. In a normal situation, I would have continued to talk to him about everything and anything, with the occasional joke here and there. I would have held onto our embrace for a while longer before continuing on with sorting the groceries. But what I had just told him made his desire grow overwhelmingly stronger, reflected by the growing size of the tent in his jeans. As for the explanation of the random magic email that got us into a mood so overpowering that we would forget about our sense of control, that would have to come later. Because right now, there was nothing more that David or I wanted than to satisfy ourselves to the highest pleasurable degree possible. As a response, David said nothing. He instead abandoned all sense of control. I was already hot and spicy for as long as fifteen minutes now, and the feeling was probably agonizing to me. I had been holding on and acting normal in front of him so that he would not be alarmed over my sudden change, but that did not matter to me anymore, for I seemed to be unable to keep my usual slight smile over a sweet, relaxed face. I leaned back onto David as I felt his hand gently rub against my soft skin, enjoying the sensations that ran up my spine as he traced his hand lower and lower towards my waiting p***y. I started to flush and squirm slightly, one of my hands holding onto the arm that was pleasuring me, the other reaching over my shoulder to run my fingers through his hair. My eyes shut lightly, and my breathing picked up in pace as I waited for my hubby’s hand to reach its intended destination. The moment I felt his hand rub over the outer lips of my p***y, I felt an electric shock pulse through my body. David began to kiss my neck as he began to slide his fingers up and down my incredibly wet slit, feeling me tremble and hearing my soft moan from his touch. He could feel the heat of my arousal and kept his pace, momentarily switching his hand movements from massaging the outer lips to circling the c**t, spreading my slick juices all over. His index and middle fingers reached slightly inwards to slowly pass in and out of my p***y. They slipped easily against my inner walls as he reached deeper into my p***y, far enough to entice even more juices out of me, he stimulated my tight p***y to virtually breath in heavy excitement. Further encouraged by the several more audible moans from me, he hooked his fingers in an attempt to reach for the spot that would drive me even higher. His labors were successful as the tips of his fingers made contact with my intended spot, sending raging ripples of movement through my body and I continued to squirm in ecstasy. His other hand, which had been around my waist, reached upwards to pull down the straps of my top. As I was not wearing a bra at the time, he freed my lustrous t**s from my clothing, pulling down the fabric to my hips and reaching to cup one of them in a sensually strong grip. He fondled it in his hand, teasing my hard pink n*****s occasionally with a gentle pinch or rounding of his index finger. The combined effort of both his hands was driving me wild. My moans became louder, my face became even more flushed and my legs were threatening to give way. The desire for more took control of my body and mind. I wanted him so badly, and my body was begging for the pleasure only David could give me. Sweating profusely, I managed to whisper audibly in between moans and heavy breathing. “Oh yeah! Oh god! Make me c*m, baby! Oh! Make me c*m hard!” Hearing this, David complied, spurred on by my need, my rush for freedom. His movements sped up, and his fingers delving and surfacing in and out of my wet hole at a quickened pace and his hand over my tit massaged more strongly. I tilted my head back and stiffened my body, enjoying every sensation that drove me crazier by the second. My moans became coupled with loud quick gasps and breaths and I tightened my grip on his hair, a devilish grin creeping into my open-mouthed smile. My drenched p***y was starting to stain my hot pants, and through my panties some of my juices were streaking down my slightly spread legs, and I was now rocking my hips backwards and forwards in sync with the movements of his fingers, making sure that they kept rubbing the right spot for me to build up for a much-needed climax. When I finally reached my limit, the lips of my p***y squeezed tightly as I let out a long open-mouthed moan of pleasure and arced my back as far as I was able to. A powerful climax ripped through my entire body, sending long hard spasms down my legs and up my arms. I know David could feel the sudden secretion of even more juices from my depths, as if I was having a miniature explosion within my body. The violent pulsation and vibrating of my body prompted him to leave his fingers where they are, halfway within my p***y with the occasional thrust that causes me to jolt slightly every once in a while.