Chapter 2 #2
Who knew if that was true? The way Kennedy acted when she shoved her face into Lara’s pussy sure made it seem like she was the headiest woman in the universe.
All it took was one second, and Kennedy was devouring her, tasting whatever she could.
For Lara, it was subtler. She liked to build up her arousal with her spouse’s natural scent.
Let it take control. Take over. Take her to a place where the only thing that mattered was their mutual pleasure.
“And I love how wet you get for me.” Kennedy could get turned on by any hot sexpot crossing her path.
Lara fell into that category, didn’t she?
Her spouse was still attracted to her. She still desired her, even after their numerous rounds in bed and knowing the deepest, darkest parts of her heart. If that wasn’t love, then what was?
“Nobody gets me wetter, Bunny.”
Kennedy pushed her chair back, the wheels creating a groove in the carpet beneath her. So, that’s how it is? She would take full advantage of Lara’s behavior right now. Lara knew she had no choice but to kneel between her legs and make her feel like the ruler of her castle.
They were a “split down the middle” kind of couple. Sex and gender aside, they strived for true equality. They took turns paying. They took turns driving. They paid equal shares of their stocks and properties. Even this huge house they called home for the past seven years, was half and half.
Yet… Kennedy could become incredibly dominant when Lara even so much as suggested serving her.
She’s still indulging in the role of a masc at the end of the day.
Kennedy wanted her wife on her knees and worshipping her.
She wanted her wife to spread her legs. She wanted her begging for her touch.
Every so often? Lara wanted to feel that too.
Like she was a tool. A possession. A means to her spouse’s orgasmic end.
She didn’t fully enter that space until she decided to go for it, pulling down her spouse’s pants and urging her ass to the edge of the chair.
Lara’s tongue searched for the musky slit that soon appeared before her face, because Kennedy wasn’t one to let an opportunity like this go to waste – she urged her own clothes off and pulled Lara’s mouth forward.
Whatever you want. Lara licked a damning line up her spouse’s slit as Kennedy continued to smoke above her.
“Fuck, Bunny.” Kennedy closed her eyes, let her head roll back against her chair, and took languid drags of her vape.
That’s right. This is your moment, baby.
Lara’s hardworking spouse deserved to have her woman giving her pleasure at the end of a hard day.
What had Lara done? Get drunk on the floor of her office and imagine her spouse tail-chasing their nubile maid. Hardly productive.
She had also called her lawyer – all right, her cousin – and demanded he help her get a divorce. Again. The Lara who currently served her Domme felt a crimson-colored shame. How could she want to give up moments like these?
No, it wasn’t about giving them up. It was never about being tired or bored with Kennedy in the bedroom. That was impossible. The woman was more adventurous than Lara. She’s the one who asked me to fuck her ass all those years ago.
No, all the thoughts of divorce were about something else entirely.
“Eat me out, baby,” Kennedy muttered. “I wanna feel it all the way in my chest.”
Lara braced her hands on Kennedy’s spread legs, running her tongue up and down the slick slit as her lips wetted and the rest of her mouth salivated for her spouse’s body.
People say I have such a big mouth. They said that figuratively.
Lara Anderssen was infamous in every social circle for speaking her mind and making friends and enemies in the aftermath.
In reality, she had a tiny mouth. When she was a kid, she had to have extensive dental work done to make sure there was enough room for all the adult teeth she kept cramming in there.
Doctors expressed concern that she would choke on her own tongue one day.
While her mouth did grow as she got older, it was still relatively small.
So when her spouse told her to do anything with it, she had to be careful.
Like I’m not going to do it. How could she say no to a command like that?
How could she turn away from the very thing offering to make her feel connected to her spouse again?
Not like I don’t know how to do this. Deep breath, relax, and slowly slide her tongue along Kennedy’s pussy while pursing her lips and keeping her nostrils flared – for air, of course.
Although Lara was always likely to inhale a little too deeply if she wasn’t careful.
Kennedy was a patient person. She knew how to lie back, have her smoke, and let her wife take care of the rest. Lara was there to serve her, after all. She needn’t do a thing.
Lara focused her lips around Kennedy’s clit once she found the shy thing, before plunging her tongue as deep as it could go into that welcoming pussy.
The overwhelming sensations on Lara’s mouth almost threatened to throw her off her game, but they seldom won.
Not after this long together. Before she met her spouse, Lara always had issues putting sex where her mouth was.
Most lovers were too eager. Or, the pettiest thing of all, they complained about the placement of her teeth.
As if she would bite them! On accident, anyway.
Kennedy was one of the first lovers she could enjoy this side of oral sex with. She didn’t fuck her face without fair warning. And she could sit still! Bless this woman’s perfect intuition. Truly, as if they were made for each other.
“Look at me, Lara.”
She glanced up, flicking her tongue where it mattered most as if to make a point.
Kennedy withheld a groan, but she shuddered.
Lara also saw her eyes glaze over as she smoked and watched her wife devour her.
Lara’s fingers stroked her partner’s thighs until her index finger and thumb attempted to circle the entrance of her body. .
“I’m glad to see you behaving so well tonight,” Kennedy continued, one hand lowering to pet the top of Lara’s head. Wet blond hair fell to the side of her face. “You’ve been behaving strangely lately. What’s all this talk about divorce? Don’t you love me anymore?”
She hummed against her spouse’s nether lips, making Kennedy grip both handles on her chair. Of course, she still loved her.
“That leads me to wonder if you’re tired of having sex with me. Don’t I let you have other people? If you’re feeling that much desire for someone else, all you have to do is talk to me about it. But I think you like my pussy too much for it to be that.”
She took another drag. Lara pulled away, letting her tongue drop a touch of saliva on her spouse’s skin. A woman could never be too wet. “Don’t mind my strange whim, Kennedy,” she said. Her wife’s full name came out when she was the one submitting. “They change with the phases of the moon.”
“Oh, I know.”
Kennedy wrapped her tongue around her finger before pantomiming what she would do with it next. Yet Lara dove back in with one hand gripping her spouse’s waist and the other still bracing herself against the chair. Her breaths were large and unwavering in her chest.
“Do you like doing this, Wife? Do you like having my pussy rubbed all over your face?”
Another hum of approval vibrated between them.
“Of course you do. Touch yourself until you’re wet enough for me.”
Lara made a show of keeping her halfway pleasured as she flung back the skirt of her robe and rubbed the inside of her thighs.
In truth, her pelvis swelled in heat, every inch of her thinking about her wife taking something.
Sure enough, when her fingers touched her pussy, she found it in the advanced stages of preparing for more.
She pulled apart her nether lips so she could feel herself drip down her thighs.
“You know…” Kennedy tossed her vape onto her desk and folded her hands across her stomach.
“I don’t appreciate you fucking with my feelings like that.
If you don’t have a real grievance with me, then don’t do that.
And if you do? You need to tell me. I don’t like having a knife twisted into my gut any more than you do, Lara. ”
She didn’t say anything. She knew her lips’ place was on her spouse’s pussy, bringing her the relaxing pleasure she deserved.
“You know I love you, Bunny. It almost makes me sad that I must punish you.”
Lara’s thighs quivered. The more she fell into her headspace of servitude, the more she liked the idea of her spouse making an example out of her.
Kennedy checked her watch. “I still need to rinse off in the shower and get my ass to bed. I’ll have to punish you here. Stop touching yourself and get up.”
Lara obeyed, but only because she liked that tone in her voice. Kennedy knew how to speak to her. Even when she was about to go 180 on her naughty ass, she could keep her tone low and reasonable. Yet Lara could see it in her eye. The look of a Domme who had to take matters into her own hands.
“Let me see your body.”
Lara pulled open her robe, the sash dangling toward the floor as her breasts poked out and her blond pubic hair called coyly to her wife.
She may not be much younger than Kennedy, but she knew how to take care of herself.
Years of careful eating – since she had to consider the calories in alcohol – exercising, yoga, and endless trips to the dermatologist meant she still had smooth skin, perky tits, and only minimal stretch marks and cellulite.
Some things could not be helped, after all.