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The alarm went off. Fuck, I thought to myself. By strange coincidence, that was also what Jon was thinking. Before I could move to get out of bed he had put his arm around me, cuddling up, his front to my back. It was comfortable and cozy, nothing sexual so far, but I knew that wouldn’t last. Sure enough, his hand crept slowly up my tummy till it nestled at the base of my breast. When I didn’t object, he started gently caressing.
Jon loved my big boobs. Though they could be inconvenient at times, there was always this consolation, I could turn him on any time just by flashing my tits at him.
He moved his hand higher, finding my nipple and gently squeezing through the thin nightie. I could feel his hardening cock pressing against my ass. My nipple was also hardening under his skilful fingers. It was a lovely way to start the day.
But the alarm hadn’t been set for sex, it had been set for work. The time was carefully calculated; a quick burst on the exercycle, shower, dress, get the kids breakfast, and then off to my job as an IT manager. Jon had a day off today, so I had expected him to sleep in, but clearly he had other ideas. Oh well, the exercycle could wait till tomorrow.
There still wouldn’t be time for anything but a quickie. I decided it would be better to just look after him, I take a while to warm up and I didn’t want to be disappointed. My time would come, so to speak. I also didn’t mind the odd quickie. Even if I didn’t come, it was still rather pleasant, and it certainly made for a happy marriage. A husband who is regularly shooting cum up his wife’s cunt is generally a happy husband.
I rolled onto my back and reached for his cock. He quickly rose to full erection as I stroked up and down his shaft. Taking his cue, he lifted my nightie and slid his hand into my panties. For a short time we lay kissing and caressing. I was starting to get wet, but probably not enough. “Honey, I do have to get to work,” I whispered, “how about we just have a quickie now, you can make it up to me another time?”
“God, you’re fabulous,” he said. I pulled off my panties and got the lube from my bedside drawer.
“Here you go,” I said, handing him the lube. He squeezed a blob onto his fingers and rubbed it on my slit. Another blob, and he opened my pussy lips with one hand and carefully worked the lube into my vagina. It felt oddly intimate and clinical at the same time. “My turn,” I said, taking the lube. I smeared it over his hard cock, getting him well coated. We could, of course, have each done ourselves, but it was more fun this way.
I lay on my back and Jon got on top of me. I separated my lips and guided him to my entrance. He looked into my eyes, doing his best to be devoted and loving. Then he burst into a wide, smug grin. I smiled back. No point in pretending this was a deep, romantic moment. It was a quick fuck and we were both fine with that.
Jon pressed carefully forward and I felt his thick head start to open me up. He took a couple of short, slow thrusts, just a couple of inches in, and then pushed deeper. Soon, he was right in, the lovely cock filling my pussy. He started slowly, full, careful thrusts, making sure everything was sliding nicely. Then the big grin came back. I smiled up at him. He was a wonderful husband and father, devoted, loving, considerate, always ready to listen, supportive of my career.
All in all, a sensitive new age guy. But he also made it clear that I still turned him on, and sometimes all he wanted to do was get my knickers off and fuck me in the pussy. I thought this was an excellent thing.
Jon settled into a good rhythm. I enjoyed his obvious pleasure. But he knew it couldn’t last too long. Getting up onto his hands, he increased his speed. He was still in good shape, and when he wanted to he could really give my pussy a pounding. Soon, he was over the edge. With a strangled groan, he came. I could feel his dick pulsing inside me as the warm cum pumped deep into my vagina.
As the spasms faded, he kissed me on the lips. “God you’re fabulous,” he repeated. I smiled smugly myself. He was a good man and I took great satisfaction in pleasuring him.
Jon rolled off me and I got out of bed, heading for our en-suite. “Wait,” he said, and I turned to face him. “Take your nightie off,” he said, “give me something to remember through the day.” I lifted the nightie off and stood in front of him naked. He ran his eyes up and down my body, lingering on my breasts and pussy. “You are so beautiful,” he breathed. I waited a few seconds before going into the bathroom. It took a lot of effort to refrain from fingering myself in the shower.
It was a long day at work. My mind kept drifting. I would be immersed in the technical details of an installation, and then I would find myself thinking about the hungry way he looked at my body, the feel of his thick cock opening me up, the rapid thrusting inside me and, damn, sorry, just go over that point again please.
The three o’clock team meeting was usually pretty boring, and today was no exception. I abandoned the attempt to keep my mind on work and gave myself over to daydreaming. As I looked around the room I was struck by the thought, how many of these women have a fresh dose of cum swimming around their vaginas right now?
I looked at Fiona. Middle aged, like me. Had she felt the wandering hand this morning? Glanced at the clock and calculated the timing? Rolled onto her back, opened her legs and welcomed a stiff cock into her pussy?
Or Georgia. Early twenties, smart, ambitious, athletic. Firm young body and very pretty face. I knew she had a boyfriend. Was she the initiator? Did she wake her man up and suck his dick, getting him nice and stiff before climbing on top and guiding him into her tight little cunt, riding him hard, rubbing her clit as he thrust into her until they exploded in orgasm together?
Or maybe it wasn’t all pussy. I noticed Vicky, and the bright red lips tick she favored. What had those luscious lips been doing this morning? Maybe her man was horny but she was rushing to get to work on time? Maybe she wanted to look after him anyway? Maybe she knelt in front of him, took his stiff penis into her mouth, lovingly sucked him off until the warm cum flooded into her mouth? Maybe I should stop thinking like this before I slide off my seat?
On the drive home I felt a bit guilty. The kids were wonderful, but right now I was wishing they weren’t around. My body craved relief. It would be a long, frustrating night before we could get them to sleep and go to bed ourselves. And even then we would have to be a bit restrained.
We had learned from hard experience that Kendall would wake if we were too noisy, and come to our bedroom to see if we were all right. We would explain that mummy and daddy are fine, we’re just noisy and sweaty and out of breath because of whatever ridiculous excuse we can think of in the moment. But it was rather a passion killer. Still, quiet and discreet sex was a whole lot better than none. I would make it through the evening and enjoy it when we got to bed.
When I walked in the door there was none of the usual noise. A house with three children is never quiet. I entered the lounge and found Jon in a smart shirt and tie, holding a glass of wine for me. As I got close enough to take it I could smell his aftershave and I felt an instant stir in my pussy. “What’s going on?” I asked.
“The kids are having a sleepover with David and Sue,” he said, “I arranged it this afternoon.”
“Any special reason?”
“You said this morning that I could make it up to you later. Later is now. So why don’t you sit down, have a glass of wine, and take your mind off work.”
“I stopped thinking about work the minute I stepped out the door. What should I think about instead?”
“You could think about the fact that I am very shortly going to fuck your brains out.”
“Why shortly, why not right now?”
“Patience girl, patience. You know it’s better if we don’t rush.”
He was right. A long build up made it even better when we did get there. I fought off the urge to bang him right there and settled down to indulge for a while.
“Tell me about your day,” he said.
I sipped my wine. I told him about my day. I told him about the meeting, and all the things that had run through my mind. I watched the bulge grow in his pants till he had to reach down and adjust his cock.
We each took the last sip of our wine. “I think perhaps we should retire to the bedroom now madam,” said Jon.
“An excellent idea sir,” I replied.
We walked up the stairs holding hands. I was already aroused, and with each step closer to the bedroom the anticipation rose. “Allow me to help you out of your clothes,” he said.
“Thank you sir.”
I sat on the bed and he took off my shoes, putting them neatly away in the closet. I stood, and he unhooked and unzipped my skirt, again hanging it up neatly. He slowly unbuttoned my shirt. It wasn’t till the last button was undone that he opened it up and looked admiringly at my breasts. It took good quality bras to handle boobs my size, but that didn’t mean they had to be plain. This bra was white and lacy. I knew my nipples would have been visible through it even if they hadn’t been standing out like erasers.
Jon took off my shirt and dropped it in the washing basket. He paused for a moment to check out my body, walking around me to get the back view. “Mmm,” he said, “I’m looking forward to this.”
So was I. The slow build-up was driving me wild. I simultaneously wanted it to continue forever, and for him to stop teasing and fuck me hard.
From behind, he unhooked my bra. He put it away and came to face me again. He looked at my boobs with obvious satisfaction, but he didn’t touch them. In fact, he had been careful not to touch me at all, except for the minimal amount necessary to remove my clothes. I waited patiently.
He knelt in front of me, his face inches from where the skimpy panties stretched over my mound. He carefully held them at the sides and drew them down, till they reached the floor and I stepped out of them. He stayed where he was, just staring at my pussy. Finally, he leaned forward and licked me, his tongue sliding between my folds to graze my clit.
“Ahhhh!” I gasped. The spell of silence was broken. He stood up and smugly eyed my breasts rising and falling as I breathed heavily.
“Why don’t you lie on the bed, my lady,” he said, “I shall be with you shortly.”
I lay on my back, leaving my legs open to display my pussy.
The memory of that brief touch echoed through my body and I desperately wanted to feel it again. So Jon began to slowly undress himself. Shoes, socks, trousers, tie, shirt, each was taken off and carefully put away. Facing me, he carefully lifted the waistband of his briefs over his straining cock and took them off. I feasted my eyes on his beautiful penis, the swollen purple head, the long thick shaft, the curls of dark hair at the base, his heavy balls. I was going to get such a fucking tonight.
Jon got onto the bed and settled himself with his face between my legs. This time I didn’t have long to wait. He separated my lips with his fingers and circled his tongue around my clit. “Ohhh, Oh,” I gasped. The sudden, direct stimulation after such a long, teasing build-up was almost too much for me. He backed away just before I came, only to slide two fingers into my vagina and start again. He kept me on edge for what seemed like ages, but was probably only a few minutes. Finally he settled into a steady lick and didn’t back away at the critical moment. I screamed loudly and the bed shook as my whole body bucked in orgasm.
He held his tongue on my clit, prolonging my pleasure until I finally stopped shaking. “Oh, wow, that was amazing,” I said, as he came up to cuddle me.
“Pleasure to be of service,” he replied. He took the opportunity to get a feel of my boobs, cupping his hand over one breast and gently fondling. I lay back, basking in the afterglow, while he idly played with my nipples.
Recovered, I decided he needed a good reward for such sterling service. I turned around and lay on my side, within easy reach of his cock. The head was glistening with pre-cum which had leaked out, and more clear fluid emerged as I stroked up and down. Clearly, the only way to clean it up was to lick it off.
I duly began licking his knob. He shivered and gasped as I applied my expert blow-job skills. I felt his hand sliding up my thigh and I opened my legs more to give him better access. Soon I had a finger in my cunt again. I knew he liked fingering me while I sucked him off, and I rather liked it too!
I slowly took him into my mouth, using my lips and cheeks and tongue to make a nice snug tunnel for him. I was getting turned on again myself. Having his penis in my mouth wasn’t quite as stimulating as having it in my pussy, but it was still pretty good. I sucked a bit longer, but once the idea of cock in pussy had entered my mind, it wasn’t to be denied. I straddled him, caressing his dick with both hands. I opened my lips and positioned myself poised over his erection. Then, with one movement, I dropped downwards and his gorgeous cock shot right up my cunt.
“Ohhh,” we said together. I savored the feeling for a moment, and then began to rock. I liked being on top. I liked the feeling that I was fucking him rather than the other way round (though I liked him fucking me as well)!
Jon watched my big boobs bouncing as I rode his dick. He reached up to hold them, having a good feel before letting go to watch them bounce again. I am pretty fit, but even so, I needed to rest for a while. I stopped rocking and bent forward so I could rest on my hands.
Jon took the opportunity to guide one breast to his mouth, where he eagerly sucked my nipple. I couldn’t move much in this position, but Jon was happy to take over thrusting duties. I widened my knees a bit more, to find the right height and angle. He put both hands on my breasts, and we looked at each other for a moment of anticipation. Then he started to thrust. Soon his dick was eagerly pounding into me. He was a happy boy, doing two of his favorite things, fondling my tits and fucking my pussy.
Once again we slowed down to rest. I lay flat on top of him, for a session of lazy kissing. I tried to hold an awareness of all the sensations at once; our tongues twining round each other, my breasts squashed against his chest, his hands caressing my ass, and, of course, his hard cock filling my cunt.
When we broke the kiss Jon said “How about a little doggy-style?”
“Good idea,” I said. It was another position I enjoyed. I got onto my hands and knees and he came in behind me. He wriggled a bit as he got the position just right, then, in a second, my pussy was full of cock again.
Jon liked this position because he could get a good thrust going without holding his weight on his hands. So he made the most of it. He took a good grip on my hips and went in for some serious fucking. The loud slap of his hips on my ass and the violent swinging of my tits complemented the rapid thrusting in my vagina. For a while I was unable to think very clearly.
Slowing down for a bit, Jon reached underneath me and felt for my clit. He rubbed in circles while slowly working his cock in my pussy. I was getting close, but the angle wasn’t quite right. Dropping onto my face, I reached back between my legs. I put my hand on top of his and used his fingers to rub my clit just the way I needed. The extra stimulation combined with the hard cock in my cunt soon did the trick. Having no need to be quiet, I cried out again as I had another lovely orgasm.
We lay on the bed, holding hands. I said “Well, you certainly kept your promise from this morning, and made it up to me. In fact more than made it up to me. So now I’m all yours, any way you want.”
Jon sat up and grinned at me. “I’m certainly not going to refuse an offer like that.” He got up and stood at the end of the bed. “If you’d like to come down here, I’ll show you what I have in mind.”
I moved down until my ass was off the end of the bed, my feet on the floor. I knew what was coming. Jon held me behind the knees, bending and lifting my legs, and spreading them wide apart. He moved in closer until his knob was just touching my pussy. “And you like this position because you can see my pretty face?” I enquired.
“That’s it exactly,” he grinned. “Watching your tits bounce while I fuck your pussy is just an extra bonus.”
He looked into my eyes, smiled widely, and shoved his cock up my cunt. Soon my tits were bouncing away as he vigorously fucked me. This time he didn’t slow down. With a final groan he came, pumping another good dose of cum into my eager pussy.
We lay on the bed cuddling again. Jon said, “well, my lady, how about we go downstairs, have a nice meal, finish our wine, have lots of deep and meaningful conversation, and then come back here and fuck our brains out again.”
“You’re such a gentleman,” I said. “What lady could resist an offer like that?”