5. Chapter Five
Chapter Five
The following night, as soon as my husband climbs into bed, I am all over him. I dim the lights, then lift the covers, letting my fingers roam across his abdomen and then lower, to his limp cock, coaxing it to life.
“I see someone is horny,” he says, as I straddle him and start to grind against his groin.
“Ah- huh,” I sass, adjusting myself to ride him better. “I figure, no time like the present, huh?”
“Have you been a naughty little girl, my love?”
I lean closer, kissing his scruffy cheek, enjoying the manly feel of his beard against my skin, then move to his ear, gently nibbling on his lobe until I have his full attention.
“Yes, baby. I’ve been a very naughty girl and I want you to punish me.” I move lower, slowly, kissing his belly button, then fist his balls, gently massaging them before I focus on his hardening shaft.
“Go on, Lisa. I’m all ears, sweetheart.” He adjusts his body a little as his hands move to get my hair out of my face. God, I love those hands.
I still remember how I loved watching his hands work to support his sinuous body the first time he made love to me. The way those arms held me tight as he plowed into me like a man obsessed every time after that and the gleam in his eyes every single time he parted my thighs just so he could get a taste of me before he fucked me. And how those same hands held me close in the aftermath of our lovemaking every single time since then.
“I love watching you grow hard for me, Tom,” I whisper in my sexiest voice, as I dip my head down and tentatively lick from the bottom of his shaft to the tip of his cock, “I was just wondering,” I start, looking up to meet his eyes, “if you’d be willing to discuss the possibility of spicing things up a little… you know…get a little dirtier.”
His hands stop caressing my hair and I know I have his full attention now. “What were you thinking, exactly, baby?”
I close my mouth around him, taking as much of him as I can without gagging and slowly letting him slip out.
He knows me too well. He knows I only pull out the big guns when I want something done my way and he also knows that engaging in fellatio is not something I particularly enjoy. The idea of swallowing a man’s cum is still one I haven’t quite familiarized myself with yet. I want to try it, but it seems like I haven’t quite pushed myself to do it yet.
“I was thinking about… maybe bringing another man over. To join us.”
He sits up, his eyes going from half-closed and hooded to wide open in a matter of seconds. “Baby, when I first mentioned the idea to you back then you wouldn’t hear of it, remember?”
“That was like a million years ago, Tom. I was young and in love. The last thing I wanted was another man in our bed. It’s different now.”
“Fuck, baby, I had no idea you were thinking about that. Can we talk about it after I bury my cock inside your naughty little cunt?”
“Deal,” I say, watching him crawl between my spread thighs, the half-finished blowjob now forgotten and my pleasure taking first stage. I feel his mouth on me a moment later, licking and sucking and caressing, and I moan louder as I feel my climax approaching. He lifts his head only once or twice to look into my eyes and I love how utterly debauched he looks, his mouth and beard all glistening and smothered with my juices. I swear there’s nothing sexier than a man starved for the taste of his woman. So, I just stare at him eating me out as he goes to work harder, adding two fingers to join his skilled mouth. There’s no need for words because he’s done this hundreds of times before.
He knows what I like, just as I know what he enjoys most. He knows just how or where to touch me. He knows how sensitive my left breast is compared to my right and yet, somehow, he always nibbles on it longer. He knows how I get ticklish every time his beard nuzzles my neck, delivering long, passionate kisses and little bites. He knows how I love being spanked and he knows how I love being under him, watching him work.
“On your back,” he says a while later as I watch him wipe his mouth with the back of his hand and then he pushes my legs apart and holds them up, looking at me for a long moment just before he enters me. “Look at this soaked little pussy waiting to be filled.”
I let out a small moan as he rubs his length against my slit, teasing and I watch his face as he guides himself inside me a second later.
“Fuck, Tom. You feel so good, baby.”
“Fuck, yeah. You feel amazing as always, babe.” He starts pounding me slowly, then more vigorously, until he’s buried deep, my legs wrapped high around his back. “I’m close, sweetheart. Fuck!”
His warmth fills me a few minutes later and he rolls off me, catching his breath.
“That was quick, huh? I can’t even remember the last time we made love. Look at all this cum still leaking off my cock.”
I wipe myself and pull up the sheets to cover us both. “I can’t either,” I agree. “That’s why I think we need to do something entirely different this time, Tom. I think it will be good for both of us to get out of our comfort zone for once in our lives.”