A/N: Many thanks to those who are following my stories! One more thing;
I used to play electric air guitar, fucked my hair up every time I plugged it in!
Ray
My pixie cut blonde is sitting at the top step of the stairs from our garage. Even though she is above me her blue eyes won't look up. Cut off tee shirt shows the bottom of her perky boobs. Usual hug and kisses seem to be canceled for this Friday. Fingertips tracing her inner thighs wider blocking my way. Couple steps up my dick reacts to my old blue gym shorts she's wearing, extremely tight.
Kicking my shoes off halfway up the stairs, we never allow shoes in the townhome. Few steps more she's reaching for the buttons on my jeans. Two steps below her, between her knees, my cock flings out. Still won't look up at me as her lips seal around my crown. Dick throbs when she flicks her tongue on the sensitive bundle underneath, side to side, in and out. Does that crazy head swirl when both her hands grab my ass.
Nods 'yes' taking me deeper, shakes her head 'no' as the tip reaches the back of her mouth, retreating. Over and over her short blonde hair bobs and weaves. Gags a little when her hands pressured me past the entrance to her throat. Fingernails stab my flesh when her abs heave, determination runs low most of my cock buried, ripples of esophageal muscles almost make me explode.
Backs away catching her breath, so on the edge my white cream dribbles a drop. String of drool falls from her chin landing on her crop top. Takes my hand that was pinching her nipple places it on the back of her head, "Make me.." Primal spasms ejecting the object that is choking her, slapping my hips, retching gasps at the sperm covering her beet red cheeks and lips.
Knocking her back, my savage kiss tasting myself. My prick trying to tear a hole in the thin material covering her pussy, both of us humping insanely. Seconds before I ripped her shorts the door bell rings. "I ordered pizza.."
Decadent eating pizza, doesn't fit with our healthy lifestyle. Grease dripping down her chin from the New York style pie, pepperoni, sausage, mushrooms and artichoke hearts. Joan is devouring the unhealthy meal, sloppy and salacious. Washing it down with a very stiff screwdriver, I'm drinking beer, an unusual treat with all the carbohydrates.
Joan is about five-five, hundred and forty pounds of buff-ness. Short blonde hair, deep blue eyes, mischievous nose and lips. Wondrous perky breasts, slim waist and a killer ass. Thighs could crush a coconut or my head when I bite her prominent clit. Joan is a legal secretary at a large eminent law firm, types ungodly fast.
I'm Ray weighing in at one-eighty-five, six foot when I want to be. Joan and I have been together going on seven years. Both of us are fitness fanatics. Monogamous since the day we met at the gym. Her dad in Wisconsin hates my guts, visceral, how's that for a preacher? We've never been married. My days are spent as a salesman for an industrial products company, huge corporation.
We bought our townhome together, I insisted her name be on the paperwork. Co-signed on her car years ago when her credit sucked, everybody said I was stupid. Technically we have a common law marriage, she knows that. No wedding vows, no promises, we just can't get enough of each other.
Our townhouse is an end unit with three bedrooms, two and a half baths and a huge two car garage/basement. The smaller bedrooms upstairs hold our fitness equipment and the other is a home office connected with a standard bathroom. Our master suite is on the main floor. Large walk-in closet leads to an ensuite with luxury fixtures. Two sinks, toilet, bidet and a glass enclosed walk in shower with a bench. Love to kneel on my knees to shave all her bits, considered lasering all our hair off but what fun would that be? She's leading me by the dick to the shower now. Has something on her mind that she won't talk about, doom written all over her face.
My eight inch cock is stiff and ready. Drinking vodka was the first hint, chewable laxative wrappers in the trash can was the second clue, wants my cock shoved up her ass, "Punish me.." Bent over hands on the wall, widespread feet, "That's my pussy fucker.."
Her cunt has been glistening in arousal for some time, only lube she will allow, "Take it bitch!" Balls deep in one massive shove up her ass, all the way out and did it again. Halfway out and use both hands on her hips hammering her colon. Her words don't make any sense, "Ucks!" and "Arder!" Squeals when I spank her ass, grunts when I yank her dangling tits. Her legs and arms have given out so I keep smashing her against the wall.
Don't think she heard my wail gushing gallons of jizz up her ass, her spasms prolonged my ejaculations till I thought I was going to pass out. Ripped my throbbing cock from her steamy vice, sperm mixed with loose soupy shit shot from her hole as she crumbled to the floor. Leaned against the wall regaining my balance, minute or so before her moans registered. "Piss on me.."
That was new, what has she done? Mumbling "Love you.." My yellow stream washes some of the crap from her tits, her cunt, aftershocks still rattling her body. Plenty of beer piss to clear the filth she was smearing on her face. Turned the shower on, blasting cold water shocked both of us. Warming up when I picked her up setting her on the bench, redirecting the spray.
"Something happen at work?" Second application of body wash had relaxed both of us, turned the scalding hot water to a more pleasant temperature.
"Remember Lisa from the Christmas party?" It's true what they say about redheads, she was a flaming bitch! Even the lawyers that paid her paralegal salary were intimidated. Long sculpted legs, rack that you could hang laundry on. Green eyes that pierced your soul. Cocktail dress she was wearing made it abundantly clear her nipples had sexual appliances. "Thought I was alone in the ladies room..Oh baby.." My two fingers found the right spot, my thumb flicking her bean, "Just like that.."
"She was standing right there watching me jill myself like I do everyday..She's threatening to start rumors in the office...She's blackmailing me." Toweled her dry, Joan can still barely walk, "It gets worse.." helped her to bed. "She's coming for dinner tomorrow night."
XXX
"You remember my husband from the Christmas party?" Joan has never changed her name or worn a ring, calls me boyfriend most of the time.
"Who could forget a specimen like that!" Shakes her long red hair back off her shoulders, white silk blouse highlights the dazzling emerald necklace in her cleavage. Thick gold chain holds two round cut emeralds with a longer rectangular stone underneath, resembles a dick. Purrs when I stop breathing.
Shiny silk is thin enough her black shelf bra fades thru in the sunlight at our front door. "Please come.."Joan is fumbling for words also, "inside." Skin tight black leather pants must be warm with the hot weather we are having.
