Authors: Jennifer O'Donnell
His cock was hard, quivering
slightly, as I wrapped my fingers around it. Snuggling next to him, I ran my
fingers over the shaft, around the balls. The soft orbs felt hot in my hand. I
kissed his ear, my hot breath on his neck. "Relax baby. I want to taste
you. You want that?"
He leaned back on the couch, legs
on the coffee table. I dropped to his lap and curled on the couch. His hot cock
quivered more against my face. I held it, rubbed it on my face, letting my hair
fall on his cock and balls.
"Mmm, suck it, baby, suck it
like you did last weekend." I did. Gladly, I engulfed his shaft. I took
all that I could. I attacked him, wanting more, seeing how deep it could go. I
lifted off and went down again. His hand was on my back. He slipped down to my
bare ass. He explored my ass and found my dripping slit. He slipped a finger in
as I swallowed his cock again. I had started to come when he licked me, but had
held off. I was coming close again as his fingers flicked on my hard clit. I
wanted it to last. Things were happening fast. I didn't want him to come just
yet.
I rose from his lap and handed him
his drink and took a sip of mine. I was a bit buzzed, and put the glass down
sliding it away. Little food, some wine, a martini, and now vodka were having
an effect. A warm feeling flooded through me and centered between my legs.
Leaning to him, I whispered, "I've been reading a novel about a courtesan
to a French king..."
"What the hell is a
courtesan?" he laughed.
"A fine French prostitute
skilled in all the nasty arts!"
He laughed more. "And her
specialty?"
"Mmm, I whispered, “the king
couldn't tell if her mouth or pussy pleased him more. With his eyes shut, he
could not tell which was wetting his cock." He looked at me quizzically. I
saw in his eyes both pleasure and curiosity. This was a bit different than my
usual ways. I saw he liked it.
"Let me move this table,"
I said, "and get in a better position." He lifted his legs, and I
pushed the table back from the couch. "Now, spread your legs."
He did, and was now reclined back
on the couch, legs spread with his feet on the floor. His cock and balls were
poised at the edge of the cushion.
I poured more vodka in his glass
and went to the fireplace to put in another log on the fire. I felt his eyes
follow me. I wish I had photos from that night. My tan body accented by sexy
black lingerie must have made me look like a high-priced whore. I hoped it did.
"I don't want my king to be
chilled as I service him," I promised, as I knelt between his legs. I tied
my hair back and told him to watch me. I held the base of his cock and rubbed
the tip across my wet lips. Holding the base, I slipped my mouth over and took
in several inches and then withdrew. I then slipped over him, taking more -
down to my fingers that were still gripping him. I looked up and found him
gazing at me with eager eyes. "You like that?” I asked.
"Love it, oh god, how I love
it!" I pulled back and stood facing the fire and held the base of his
cock. I lowered to sit on him and rubbed his cock across my very wet and
swollen pussy lips. I then slipped down his shaft, lifted, and slipped back down
to my fingers. I lifted off.
I knelt between his legs and sat
back on my heels. My labia were swollen and hung between my legs. His throbbing
cock was slick and pulsing. The head seemed unusually swollen, like a purple
plum. "How did my mouth feel?" I asked, as I looked up past his cock
to his face. He watched me with a blend of lust and astonishment.
"Oh, baby, so good," he
said. He looked at me with lust in his eyes.
"Yeah, but what did you
feel?" His balls churned inches from my face.
He thought a second and said,
"Do it again, and I'll tell you."
I laughed and said, "I am
going to do it again. But tell me what you feel." I gently cupped his
balls with my fingers. They felt heavy.
""Mmm.Your mouth is hot
and soft. I feel your tongue swirling, I think."
"And how did my pussy
feel?" I weighed his balls in my hand.
"Fantastic - maybe tighter at
first, when I entered you - also hot and slippery."
I knelt forward and kissed his
hanging balls. He smelled of sweat but more of sex. I kissed his sack and
sucked one ball into my mouth. I rolled it with my tongue and massaged it. I
drew back letting my lips pull it gently as it slipped from my mouth. Then I
did the same with the other one.
"I know I'll never get my
pussy to do that," I opined. I kissed the crease where his balls met his
cock.
"Jesus," he uttered.
I leaned forward and held his cock
between my breasts. Still cupped by the demi-bra, I pressed them together and
slid along his cock. He watched me, his eyes intense and on fire.
"I think you like a nasty wife,"
I said.
"Hell, yes!" he cried. I
sat back and unfastened my bra, tossing it on the armchair. Wow, that feels
better," I said as my breasts swung free. I returned to his cock and
licked along the shaft and engulfed the tip. He tasted like me. My juices
coated his throbbing cock. His balls were heavy and tighter now, rising closer
to his cock. I leaned my head on his thigh admiring his throbbing manhood.
"I've been going out in the
sun on the deck – nude," I said. "You okay with that? Think it's
safe?"
"Yeah, I think it's totally
private....and you look great." I moved back, letting him see my tanned
breasts. I jiggled them for him.
I sipped my vodka and felt the
warmth grow hotter. "Baby, do you love me?" I asked.
"Of course I do. You drive me
crazy."
"In a good way?"
"Tonight, in an unbelievable
way," he replied. I kissed his ear and exhaled hot breath.
"Well, my king, do you wish to fuck my mouth, or bend me over the arm of
the couch and take this freshly shaved pussy?" My directness and nastiness
did not surprise me at the time. It just was how I was thinking. Later, I
thought back on this night and marveled at how I acted.
"Get over the couch," he
commanded.
As a loyal member of his court, I
pushed some pillows on the end on the couch and draped myself on them. Kneeling
on the couch, I arched my back and pressed my breasts to the pillows. I know my
open and shaved pussy invited his majesty. He knelt on the couch and thrust his
cock deep. He entered smoothly. I felt his tight balls on my bare lips. He
reared back and plunged deep. His thrusts were hard, fast, penetrating to the
end of me. I pressed back, upwards, taking it all, eagerly. My oral skills
might never match this, I thought, as my king thrust almost frantically now
into my burning pussy. I loved every moment, every inch. This was like our
honeymoon, like some dates in college. I came several times before he exploded.
I was dripping wet and exhausted but felt the hot flood of his seed filling my
quivering pussy. He fell exhausted on my back, his cock deep inside. I think we
both screamed. He pulled back and sat on the couch, and I fell next to him.
"That was amazing," he
said. I was thinking the same. We lay back watching the fading fire. I felt
sleep descending on me. He looked like he might doze off, too.
"Let's go to bed," I
said, but was too tired to move. He yawned.
"Yeah, it's late." I laid
my head on his lap, his soft cock inches from my face. Our come was streaked on
his shaft and in his pubic hair.
"I want us to be happy,"
I said, and slipped his entire cock in my mouth. I held it there, softly
cradling him, and slowly lifted off. Minutes later we went to the bedroom.
Nude, in bed, I fell asleep with the flavor of us lingering on my lips.
The next morning we slept late. We
went out for breakfast. I wore a thin sundress and sandals; he wore jeans and a
shirt. We strolled along the shops and picked up some things. Other people
looked more hurried. I wondered if anyone noticed that I looked content,
relaxed. Maybe some noted I was freshly and thoroughly fucked. My pussy burned
and felt faintly sore.
In the late afternoon we stopped
for a coffee. The place was back from the beachfront and less crowded than
most. We sat in a quiet corner. Our conversation turned to my plans for redoing
the bedrooms. We talked about color choices and then some accent pieces. My
aunt's study was filled with books on design and home décor. I'd gotten ideas
for what she'd like. My husband advised me to take my time and get more used to
the feel of the house. "I'm really comfortable here," I said, and
shared that I often went nude inside. His interest piqued beyond talking about
painting bedroom walls.
"Do you go out on the
deck?"
"Yes, I told you - nearly
every day. I like it there more than the beach. It's private and gorgeous. I
can hear the surf. If I get too hot, I rinse off in the outdoor shower my aunt
made when we were kids. It kept us from bringing sand into the house when we
came back from the beach."
"That sounds great. Good for
you." I think I sensed a slight jealousy. He was working all week, and I
was basically on vacation for the summer. I reminded myself not be too
expressive.
"You sure you are okay with me
being here all summer?"
"Absolutely!"
He sounded sincere.
"Look at how sexy you
look." He leaned closer. "Look how great our sex has been. You're
horny all the time. I love it."
"I am horny all the time. I'm
masturbating like a teenager."
"Really? Did you play with
yourself a lot when you were a teen?" He leaned closer now. This was way
more interesting than selecting paint.
"Stop pretending to be
shocked," I said.” You did too, I'm sure."
He laughed. "Okay, you're
right. So, do you use your fingers? You do it in bed? The shower?"
"Yeah, all that."
"That's so hot," he said.
"We should find you some toys."
"I've been all through these
shops and found lots of things - but no sex toys," I said, teasing him.
He laughed. "Been looking,
huh?"
I laughed right back. “No, but
somehow I think I'd notice if they were on a rack by the postcards."
We finished our drinks and
sauntered back to the house.
I grilled some steaks for an early
dinner on the deck. He was in the study using the computer. I went to get him
and he said, "Check this. We can order some toys online."
"Looking at porn on my aunt's
computer?"
"Yep, but it's for you,"
he laughed. "Look, this site offers fast and discreet delivery."
I pulled up a chair and sat next to
him. There was a menu of toys - vibes, oils, rings, beads, plugs. But dinner
was waiting.
"C'mon, our steaks are
done."
"Wait, let's order
something."
I was intrigued and peered at the
screen. "Hmm... a vibe, oil... sounds interesting to me. They'd be my
summer fling, since my husband is away working himself to death."
He laughed. "Yeah. I'll pay
the bills, you play."
"C'mon, let's eat. Order me
something and see if they can ship it here. That, and that look good." I
pointed to a slender vibe and a bottle of flavored lube.
"You sure you don't want one
of these monsters?" He pointed to some wild bat-like thing.
"No, baby. That's why I
married you. You're my monster. The thin one looks perfect. C'mon, order them
and let's eat." I left the study, laughing, but secretly I was pleased. I
had been thinking along these lines. It was easier that he order them than
maybe find out that I had.
After sunset, we packed some wine
and glasses and walked over to the beach. The sky was dark blue turning to
purple. It was pleasant; a slight breeze felt warm. The sea was fairly calm. I
had a blanket and we spread it out. We sipped the wine watching the sky slip
into darkness. We collected some driftwood, and he made a small fire. Soon a
full moon rose from the sea. It was maybe 9:30.
We made love right there on the
beach. I had worn a short jean skirt and a fleece top. He unzipped the top and
pressed me back on the blanket. My skirt was hiked up, and he unfastened his
jeans and rested over me. He entered me and gently stroked. I lay back, rocking
against his strokes. It was soft, gentle. He paused, letting me feel his
pulses. I squeezed back. We were in no rush. The moon lit the sea, and the
waves flashed white as they broke. The fire burned down. It felt like we were
in a private chamber with the moon casting a pale light beam across the water.
He pressed on me. We kissed, and I whispered in his ear, “Close your eyes. Now
tell me....mouth or pussy"? I clenched my abdominal muscles and squeezed
his cock.
"I feel that," he said.
“Are you doing that on purpose?"
"Yeah, I've been doing Kegel
exercises to learn how to do it."
"Mmm," he moaned as he
started to thrust. "Pussy, with a good grip!"
I laughed as he smiled down on me.
"Fuck your wife," I requested.
He did. Our pace quickened and he
came. I did, too, not as intense as the night before, but hot spasms flowed
from between my legs. He slipped out and we lay there. He found more wood for
the fire. We just sat there quietly, my top still unzipped. I moved and felt
the wet spot on the blanket. "I need to rinse off," I said.
"Go for a swim."
"Will you?"
"If you do."
I thought of it for just a minute
and decided. I rose and wiggled off the skirt and tossed off the fleece top. I
ran to the water and in. It was not as cold as I feared. The air was cool, but
the water felt okay. I swam out, ran my hand over my pussy, and flushed out
some of his seed. He was on the shore, testing the water, but did not come in.
I waited just a bit and swam to shore. Near the fire, I felt okay but was
chilled otherwise. So we dressed and returned to the house. After a warm shower
we were both tired and went to bed after watching the late news.