Fucking the Bed Broken

We'll be shopping for a new bed soon, ideally something with a sturdy frame, crafted from solid wood.  If it's got tie points, even better.

Let me back up a bit.  On Saturday morning, I took our daughter to a birthday party.  We were out until the afternoon, and by the time we got home she was sound asleep, and Jack was very horny.  I put the baby to bed, and Jack and I retired to our own bed.

We made out for awhile, and Jack fingered me.  Then he slipped down between my thighs and gave me head while I rubbed my clit.  I came hard, so forcefully that I could see my wetness all over his face.

I needed him to fuck me.  For some reason, we did it in the reverse of our usual orientation, with our heads at the foot of the bed, and our feet at the head.  We've done this before, but it isn't typical.  We started off with me riding him in cowgirl position.  I tend to ride really hard, like Jack is a mechanical bull and I'm a drunken city girl at a country bar in cut-off shorts and cowboy boots.  I grind hard against Jack, my hips and my ass undulating as I moan or even scream.  Jack seems to like this.

As I rode him, I played with my clit.  I'd already had a very intense orgasm, and my actions were partially for show.  But when he noticed what I was doing Jack put his own hand into the mix and got me off quickly.  As my climax hit me I collapsed on top of him, my undulations gradually slowing to a halt.  I lowered my mouth to his and he gently bit my bottom lip, sending a jolt straight to my still-quivering, still-dripping pussy.

When my heartbeat returned to normal, Jack wanted to be on top.  I took his place on the mattress and spread my legs wide for him.  He fucked me like it was the first time, or the last time.  The only word that comes to mind to describe his movements is "pounding".  He's pounded me before, of course.  But this was something altogether different.

By this point, we'd moved the mattress about six inches from the wall.  It felt like the mattress was sliding off of the box spring, but looking at my mirrored closet doors they were perfectly lined up.  In the mirror, Jack did notice that the head of the bed was rising off of the ground.  That should have been a red flag, but it wasn't.  After all, the foot of the bed, where our heads were, didn't seem to be dipping at all.

Suddenly we heard a crack and lurched forward.

"We broke the bed," one of us said.  I don't remember if it was me, or if I heard Jack say it.  But it was true!  We had broken our bed!  We stopped fucking and got up to assess the damage.  Sure enough, one of the legs was broken, hanging by a thread from the rest of the frame.

It could have been worse.  The noise and the crash could have woken up the baby.  If that had happened it would have been unlikely that we'd have gotten to finish.  But even though she was right in the next room she slept through the whole thing.  Lucky us.

We had to finish up, though.  We tried it on the floor, right beside the rickety bedframe, but it wasn't happening.  I don't know if it was the hardness of the floor after the relative softness of the bed, or if it was the fact that we'd JUST BROKEN THE FUCKING BED, but Jack seemed like he was having trouble focusing.

I went into the baby's room and took her out of her bed.  I carried her out to the living room and left her sleeping peacefully on the couch.  Then Jack and I lay down a duvet on the floor in her room and went at it on that.  I gave him some of my best dirty talk, and by best, I mean my absolute filthiest.  It didn't take him very long.

He asked me where I wanted his cum.  I told him on my tits, and when he pulled out I took his spasming cock in my hand, pumping it vigorously.  When he came he erupted like a fountain, his sweetness washing over me.  I rubbed it into my breasts with my hands and licked my fingers clean.  

After we showered, I put the Throe and the duvet cover into the washing machine while Jack disassembled the bedframe.  It's currently in three long pieces out on our balcony.  We'll get rid of it the next time our local waste management company schedules an odd-size trash pickup. 

The bed had a good run.  It lasted me fifteen years and five moves.  I should also point out that my previous bed, which this one replaced, also collapsed during a particularly energetic sex session.

-Jill