The impervious feeling that cumming in that little slut's mouth gave me wasn't permanent. By the next morning, some feelings of guilt returned. But they were quiet. Smothered by stronger feelings of excitement for what was to come next. The thrill of the chase. There was no doubt I was a changed man. A man no longer paralyzed by a need for a woman who didn't need him.
It was Saturday, and I woke up with my wife dozing next to me. She slept on her stomach and wore a black slip over a lacy pair of panties. Her dress was cast off carelessly on the floor. She had been out last night in my absence and must have returned too tired to even change out of her slip or wash the make up off her beautiful face. I wondered what she had gotten up to. What men she had flirted with. Tempted. Indulged. I had no proof that my wife had been cheating on me. Just the chilly feeling of distance that had come between us. But the possibility was enough to make me hot with jealousy. I remembered how badly I had wanted her before she finally, after years of keeping me at a distance, allowed me to step over the threshold. And even after that, even after we were married, I realized she still wasn't really mine. And other men, surely, could be just as easily bewitched by her.
The thought would have driven me mad yesterday. But today I was a different person. I felt empowered again, remembering that other women wanted me too. Remembering that before her, I had my choice of women. I could still have my choice of women. And mixed in with the shade of jealousy was arousal. And indeed, as my eyes traveled over her long legs up to where her panties were barely exposed under her slip I felt myself grow hard.
I gently placed my hand on the back of her thigh. She stirred, but didn't wake. With my other hand, I pulled down my underwear and grasped my hardon, teasing it with gently strokes as I just as gently stroked her thigh. She sighed in her sleep.
My mind drifted to the satisfying memory of the blowjob I had received last night from my boss's daughter. The feeling of her hot tongue as it ran along my shaft. The way her hair felt between my fingers as I fucked her face. Yesterday, just being tempted by her had made me want to confess everything. The promise I had made to my wife had felt so sacred. But today, my secret thrilled me.
My hand softly traced all the way up her thigh to the hem of her panties. Slowly and gently, I pulled them off and down, down her long legs. I drank in the sight of my wife's naked ass and what I could see of her pussy before sliding her panties right off. I felt the gusset between my fingers. They felt wet and slightly sticky. I brought them to my nose and inhaled. Yes, something had made her hot last night for sure. But had she acted on it?
I tossed the panties to the floor and put my attention again on her body. I hiked up her slip to get a better view of her fine, tight ass and dark black curls. Wondering if she was still wet, I gently slipped my middle finger between her pussy lips. She sighed. Yes, she was wet. She'd skillfully avoided my advances for months, but she was wet now. As I ever so gently began stimulating her clit with long, slow strokes of my finger, I thought about how much my wife really enjoyed sex. How when she finally gave in to me years ago, she couldn't wait any longer before bringing me home to her apartment. How we barely got into the door before she let me strip off her clothes. And yet, she could blue ball me for months to get her way. To keep me in line. She had to be getting her satisfaction elsewhere. It was the only explanation.
"Jon?" I heard her sigh, and looked up to see her big brown almond eyes looking into mine. So she was awake. I quickened my pace on her clit and watched her react in pleasure before pulling away from my touch. "What are you doing?"
Undeterred, I continued the gentle slow strokes of my cock and did not say a word. Her eyes, shaded by long black eyelashes dropped down to my cock. Her lips parted ever so slightly at the sight. I reached out to stroke her leg again but she squirmed away, turning over onto her back. I wanted to grab her by the ankle and pull her close to me again. But somehow I knew to just be patient. The view was good from here too. And I loved the way she couldn't take her eyes off my cock.
Almost subconsciously, she parted her legs ever so slightly, causing her slip to ride up. That was my cue to come closer. I put one hand on the inside of each knee and opened up her legs further, fully exposing her lovely pink pussy.
"What's gotten into you?" she said scoldingly, but there was no anger in her voice. Only curiosity and need. I think she expected me to lick her pussy now, and she laid back to allow it. But that wasn't my plan this time. I crawled up on top of her, pinning her down and holding her between my knees, my cock bobbing in front of her face.
She looked up at me, shocked by my boldness. She was so used to an affectionate puppy of a husband. One she could be cold and cruel to and still expect adoration. That was about to change.
"Suck my cock," I instructed.
She flushed. Yes, a little angry now. She was so used to being worshipped when I made love to her. To have her pleasure be put first above all. I felt her struggle beneath me. But I was stronger than her and she knew it. And to my surprise... I could see from the lust in her eyes that she liked the realization.
"Sweetheart," she purred. "Please, I'm so wet--"
"Suck my cock," I repeated, and to her astonishment pressed it against her lips. She looked up into my eyes, confused but definitely aroused. However, she hesitated. I could see the struggle to give in to her desires when doing so meant she'd also be giving up her power over me.
She needed some encouragement. I moved forward, rubbing my cock against her cheek and reaching back to pin her hands above her head. I eagerly pressed the head of my dick against her lips again and watched as her eyes closed and her lips parted.
I sighed as I felt the tip of my cock disappear into her mouth. I adjusted our position so she was flat on the bed now, totally helpless beneath me as I dipped my cock deeper between her warm lips.
"That's it," I coaxed her as I felt her fondle me with her tongue. I closed my eyes, thinking of Gracie. How eagerly she had undone my belt buckle and helped herself to my well teased cock. I began to fuck my wife's face now, pumping repeatedly, each time a little deeper, a little faster. She maintained control well, taking me expertly without losing her breath or having to pull away. I couldn't help but wonder where she had learned that as I squeezed her wrists tighter. She moaned, and the vibrations of her voice on my dick made something snap in me. I started to drive my dick into her mouth more roughly, deep strong strokes all the way to the back of her throat. I felt her choke and I quickly pulled my cock out as she sputtered and coughed.
She was just a woman like any other woman, I thought. Beautiful, yes. Smart, absolutely. But vulnerable like any other woman.
I gave her a chance to regain her composure before shoving my cock between her lips again. I felt her muffled cry reverberate on my skin as I resumed my assault on her face. She didn't choke this time. She was learning quickly and as I pumped in and out she accepted my cock eagerly, slurping on it as I thrust in and licking it thickly as I pulled out.
"That's good, that feels good," I murmured as I lost myself in pleasure. My thrusts became more erratic and I felt my balls tighten. I knew I'd be cumming soon. I quickened my pace until I couldn't hold back any longer and then suddenly, just before I blew, I pulled my cock out of her mouth and sprayed her face with my cum.
"What the-- what the fuck?" she groaned as stream after stream of hot cum splashed on her face and neck. I moaned. The sight was so erotic. I had never done this to her before, and the act of disrespect was clearly a shock. My orgasm finally subsided. Without letting go of her wrists, I wiped the last bit of cum onto her face with my dick, and then pushed off her roughly.
Rather than sedate me, this orgasm gave me a rush of energy and I had to get on my feet. I could hear her still catching her breath. And when I turned to look at her, I saw she was reaching for her dripping cunt. Getting fucked in the face had made her so wet, she had left a wet spot on the bed!
I grabbed her wrist quickly. "No."
