Lovers

From a Wife to her Husband

Disclaimer: This is an original piece of work and the characters/situations are based on real-life events.

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The bedroom door is now locked.

You lie on the bed and your cock is almost completely erect. The light fondling and caressing I did on the sofa downstairs aroused you and I’m going to make it hard.

I playfully lick you as if you were a lollipop, taking fiendish pleasure in feeling you twitch with each stroke of my tongue. When I get to the tip, I apply just enough suction to draw the pre-cum out. You are completely hard now. I lick around each side of your shaft because that makes you crazy. I bury my nose in your pubic hair, loving the taste and smell of you. I suckle and nibble the skin of your balls and exert just enough pressure to make it arousing. I feel your hands as they thread my hair. You groan and I, being the teasing temptress that I am, cackle at my prowess. There is nothing you like better than to be licked and sucked and I don’t mind sucking you off one bit.

I lie face down on the bed and wait for you to work your magic. I’ve never understood why, but a massage always makes me wet. Perhaps it’s because I know what’s going to happen soon…and I can’t wait. When you’re done with the massage, I turn over. To see how I’m doing, you reach down and finger my pussy. I’m beginning to be ready to be fucked, but not yet. Touching and stroking my clit always does the trick, but you know of a much, much better way to drive me insane not to mention, drowning in my own juices.

I eagerly spread my legs and you position yourself between them. Your face is so close to me, I can feel your hot breath on my pussy lips…and my toes tingle.

“Oh God!” I shout as I feel your lips on me. But you’re not going for my clit. Not yet. With your extremely gifted tongue, you brush aside my hair so you can have unrestricted access to my womanhood. I hear you chuckle when I start to squirm. When my pubes are where you want them, suddenly, maddeningly, you stop what you’re doing.

Bastard!

“Tell me what you want,” you whisper, your voice hoarse.

I know why your voice is husky—it always gets that way when you are aroused. Your dick is rock hard; my hands and lips made you that way. Now, however, you’ve turned the tables and it is me on the receiving end.

I lie naked on top of the covers. Normally, I don’t like the lights on—I’m getting older and my breasts aren’t as perky as they were when you married me. Despite the ravages of time and having more pounds on me than I’d like, you’ve always liked seeing me naked. I can feel your eyes as they roam over my body hungrily, focusing on my breasts—my one good physical feature since I was twelve. My nipples are hard; silently begging to be suckled again but that’s not the part of my body that you want to tease, is it?

“Tell me what you want,” you repeat when I do not answer.

I’ve always been a little shy when it comes to using foul words and my throat closes over the words I know you want me to say. Still, despite the fact that we are doing what my father never dreamed of doing to my mother, I am trying to preserve what little dignity I have left and I try to think of something to say. It is very hard, though, to be able to think clearly right now.

“I want you to eat me.”

“No, that’s not good enough. I want to tell me, step by step, exactly what you want.”

Goddamn you... “You love doing this to me, don’t you?”

I hear you laugh again. “Well, if you don’t tell me, how will I know? Eating you could also refer to this.” The next thing I know, you’ve moved up quickly and you bite me hard on the sensitive skin between my neck and shoulder. It’s not painful; quite the opposite, in fact. Deliciously erotic sensations race over my body and I moan again. With the force you use, it never ceases to surprise me why I don’t have black and blue marks.

After devouring my neck, you move away. My nipples are so hard, I’m surprised they haven’t bored holes in your chest. I feel your hand as you reach down between my legs and see how wet I am. I spread my legs wider to give you better access. Your thumb parts my lips and I try to get you to stroke my clit but you won’t. You’ve got something else on your mind, don’t you? You spread my legs and push your cock all the way in with one stroke.

“Ahh, you are so loose,” you groan deliciously. “I love it when you’re like this.”

“But I thought guys wanted a woman’s pussy to be tight?” I ask in between thrusts.

“Not me. Loose and wet is what I like.” You push your hips forward, deepdicking me to no end. “Tell me what you want.”

“I want to feel your lips on my pussy. I want you to take my clit in your mouth and suck on it until I come.” If you weren’t busy fucking me, you’d see that my face is red from blushing. What would my mother say if she heard such foul words coming out of her daughter’s mouth?

Too fucking bad, I think to myself. If she wasn’t able to get my father to do this to her, then she has no idea what she’s been missing all these years. After a few more thrusts, you withdraw and move your body so your face is buried in my pussy.

All I can focus on is your tongue as you lick your way up my slit. “Oh God!”

I don’t know what woman you knew before me taught you how to do that, but I am forever in her debt. You are so good at this! Too good, in fact, for my well-being. I never told you this, but aside from loving you, your skill in bed was the other reason I married you.

Deliberately and ever so slightly, you shake your head from side to side. The slight stubble on your face grates against my pussy lips. It is on the knife’s edge between pleasure and pain and arouses me even more. A moan escapes my lips and I clutch the sheets. But it doesn’t matter. Nothing past the sheets matters. My entire world and every fibre of my being is between your lips. I hold my body as still as I can; writhing and wiggling only distracts me from feeling everything your extremely talented tongue and mouth are doing.

Loudly, you slurp up my juices as if it was ambrosia and hearing that sound turns me on even more. My breath hitches in my throat and I am seconds away from coming. Just before I do, you insert a finger into my sopping wet hole and…I break. My orgasm is upon me and I clench my teeth to stop myself from screaming in pleasure. My toes curl and tingle. One of these days, I’ll forget about propriety and what the neighbours think and really let loose with how good you make me feel every time you make me climax.

My orgasm is over but you don’t take your mouth away from me. You slow down your assault as you know how sensitive I am after I come. You groan at my taste; you’ve always said that I taste sweeter after coming. I wouldn’t know--I’ll take your word for it. You continue to suckle my clit but you are very gentle. I am still sensitive but it’s fading to a dull ache now. You wait until I stop hissing and shaking and you move your body up on the bed so I can lick your face clean, sucking on your moustache until all of my juices are gone.

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A/N: Shall I continue? Review and let me know....