Fisting is a hard limit for me...or not

Last night, I had quite an experience. It started with Husband spanking me with the new paddle that he bought recently. I laid on the bed with my ass up in the air. He spanked me for a few minutes, just to try it out. It was late, so we decided to leave the heavy foreplay for another night. Or at least I thought so.

Husband began to rub my clit with his fingers. I relaxed down into the bed, but still kept my ass up in the air. I felt him sticking his fingers inside me. Usually I just like one finger, but he has been experimenting with more lately. I just went with it. He kept taking his fingers out, sucking the pussy juices off of them and then putting them back in. It was hard to tell exactly what he was doing. My face was down on the mattress and he was behind me, so I couldn't see. My pussy kept feeling fuller and fuller as time went on. It no longer felt like fingers were inside me. I wondered, "Is this a new toy he hasn't told me about?" I pushed the thought away and again, just went with it. As the feeling of fullness increased, so did the pain. It hurt a lot, but it felt good at the same time. I was confused because I wasn't sure what was happening. I felt the object plunge deeper and deeper into my pussy. It made me moan out in pleasure. I could hear Husband breathing hard. Whatever he was doing, it sure was exciting him. That excited me more. Finally, he asked, "Do you like feeling my fist inside you?" What?? I couldn't even be bothered with that thought. He was still rubbing my clit and I was so close to orgasm. He called me a slut and a whore. That was the first time he's ever used those words and I loved it. I let myself go and began to cum all over his hand.

Afterwards, he slowly removed his hand from my pussy and then shoved his cock inside. He fucked me for a few minutes and then demanded that I climb on top of him. I did as I was told, even though I was quite sore. I slid his cock into my pussy as he moaned in pleasure. He held me close to him and started to fuck me. He fucked me hard and it was only a matter of seconds before I gushed all over him. My G-spot was very sensitive and it didn't take much to push me over the edge. He told me to kiss him as he let me catch my breath for a minute. Then, he started to fuck me again. Much to my surprise, I soon started to cum, gushing even more. I thought for sure that was all I had in me. Husband demanded that I cum one more time. So, he started to fuck me again. This time, as I was cumming and gushing all over him, he shot his load deep inside my pussy.

We caught our breath and then headed to the bathroom to clean up. In shock, I asked, "How far did you have your hand in there?" He said, "Up to my wrist." Holy shit. I was blown away. I had always said that was a hard limit. He knew this. Yet, I enjoyed it. I had an orgasm. What does that even mean? Do I wish he had asked me before trying it? Yes, a part of me does. At the same time, I realize that if he had asked for permission, I would have shot him down immediately out of fear. It would have never been something that I'd experience if it were left up to me. So, maybe it's a good thing? I don't know. I'm still processing it all. I was just hoping that writing about it in here would help with that.