because she was waiting for instructions. She was looking at him,
wanting to be directed on exactly how to best please him.
"Lick it and suck it," he
said and she nodded her agreement. Frank gripped her nape and pulled her to his
cock. Wendy took him inside her, and he shut his eyes, simply enjoying the
sensation of her working him with her wet, hot mouth.
"Yes, that’s perfect," he said
in a deep whisper. "It's so good, baby."
Wendy's breath was warm upon his balls
as she sucked and released, sucked and released, her tongue running around his
ridges. Frank figured that he could take this all night.
Wendy looked happy, too. She began to
hum with pleasure, using her hand, her lips, and her tongue. That humming of
hers added sensual vibration to his blow job. His entire shaft was pulsing as
she bobbed her head up and down on him.
Damn, it felt good . Frank withstood her attentions as long as he could, but
he was too close to release.
Heart pounding, breath ragged, Frank
stood up, needing more control. With both hands he grabbed her hair, twisting
it into a firm grip.
Hair pulling 57% he thought absently. Most of his attention was on her
mouth and his throbbing cock. Can Wendy climax while sucking me off? Because
she sure looks to be on the edge again already.
Wendy moaned and began vacuuming him in,
working him harder and deeper.
Using her hair as leverage, Frank held
her head still and began fucking her mouth. Sliding between her full red lips,
in and out, in and out, he went as deep as she seemed capable of taking him.
It felt divine.
Seeing her on his knees before him, the
sight of her naked except for those stockings, garter and red heels, the euphoric
look on her face as she gladly accepted his cock, the smell and feel of her…it
was all too much.
"I want you to take my cum," he rasped as he
felt his building climax reach its peak. "Take it all."
With her lips around his dick, Wendy couldn’t speak. She gazed
up at him and her eyes flared with desire. Frank's deep inhalation of pleasure
and surprise sounded loud in the small room.
He easily read her body language. Wendy wanted it. She
wanted to take his cum and drink him down. That thought broke the last of his
control. Frank felt his muscles bunch and flex, thighs, stomach and ass clenching
as his violent release took him.
Hips jerking ruthlessly, Frank drove hard into Wendy's
wet and willing mouth. "Uh, oh," he grunted in pulse-pounding
pleasure. Wendy moaned as he convulsively shot his load, once, twice, three
times, emptying himself inside her.
It was sensual bliss. It was heaven.
Frank saw her eyes widen with what? Surprise? No. Her
face lit with pleasure. She wanted his cum. She had enjoyed swallowing it,
taking every drop. Something about that one act gave him an extraordinary sense
of joy and fulfillment. Why was that?
Some might imagine that having his wife on her knees
giving him a blow job and swallowing was wrong or dirty or subservient.
It was none of those things.
It was priceless and it was a gift. Frank wondered if
there were enough words in the English language to possibly describe how he was
feeling right now. He had brought Wendy to mind-numbing ecstasy, and she had
done the same for him.
The sense of love and connection he felt toward her was
intense. How could he explain to her how he felt?
Only a catalog of terms might come close. Words
such as godlike, masculine, satisfied, virile, invigorated, contented, needed,
valued, primal, primitive and caveman all would be on the list.
Frank fell back down onto the chair, his hand still
possessively gripping his wife's nape and pulling her close, capturing her
between his thighs. So many potent feelings and a million possible ways to
describe them. His chest was tight with wonder and awe. Was it possible to
articulate this swelling sense of euphoria to his wife?
Neither Wendy nor Frank spoke for a minute or two.
The bedroom was still flickering with light, perfumed
with the vanilla
wanting to be directed on exactly how to best please him.
"Lick it and suck it," he
said and she nodded her agreement. Frank gripped her nape and pulled her to his
cock. Wendy took him inside her, and he shut his eyes, simply enjoying the
sensation of her working him with her wet, hot mouth.
"Yes, that’s perfect," he said
in a deep whisper. "It's so good, baby."
Wendy's breath was warm upon his balls
as she sucked and released, sucked and released, her tongue running around his
ridges. Frank figured that he could take this all night.
Wendy looked happy, too. She began to
hum with pleasure, using her hand, her lips, and her tongue. That humming of
hers added sensual vibration to his blow job. His entire shaft was pulsing as
she bobbed her head up and down on him.
Damn, it felt good . Frank withstood her attentions as long as he could, but
he was too close to release.
Heart pounding, breath ragged, Frank
stood up, needing more control. With both hands he grabbed her hair, twisting
it into a firm grip.
Hair pulling 57% he thought absently. Most of his attention was on her
mouth and his throbbing cock. Can Wendy climax while sucking me off? Because
she sure looks to be on the edge again already.
Wendy moaned and began vacuuming him in,
working him harder and deeper.
Using her hair as leverage, Frank held
her head still and began fucking her mouth. Sliding between her full red lips,
in and out, in and out, he went as deep as she seemed capable of taking him.
It felt divine.
Seeing her on his knees before him, the
sight of her naked except for those stockings, garter and red heels, the euphoric
look on her face as she gladly accepted his cock, the smell and feel of her…it
was all too much.
"I want you to take my cum," he rasped as he
felt his building climax reach its peak. "Take it all."
With her lips around his dick, Wendy couldn’t speak. She gazed
up at him and her eyes flared with desire. Frank's deep inhalation of pleasure
and surprise sounded loud in the small room.
He easily read her body language. Wendy wanted it. She
wanted to take his cum and drink him down. That thought broke the last of his
control. Frank felt his muscles bunch and flex, thighs, stomach and ass clenching
as his violent release took him.
Hips jerking ruthlessly, Frank drove hard into Wendy's
wet and willing mouth. "Uh, oh," he grunted in pulse-pounding
pleasure. Wendy moaned as he convulsively shot his load, once, twice, three
times, emptying himself inside her.
It was sensual bliss. It was heaven.
Frank saw her eyes widen with what? Surprise? No. Her
face lit with pleasure. She wanted his cum. She had enjoyed swallowing it,
taking every drop. Something about that one act gave him an extraordinary sense
of joy and fulfillment. Why was that?
Some might imagine that having his wife on her knees
giving him a blow job and swallowing was wrong or dirty or subservient.
It was none of those things.
It was priceless and it was a gift. Frank wondered if
there were enough words in the English language to possibly describe how he was
feeling right now. He had brought Wendy to mind-numbing ecstasy, and she had
done the same for him.
The sense of love and connection he felt toward her was
intense. How could he explain to her how he felt?
Only a catalog of terms might come close. Words
such as godlike, masculine, satisfied, virile, invigorated, contented, needed,
valued, primal, primitive and caveman all would be on the list.
Frank fell back down onto the chair, his hand still
possessively gripping his wife's nape and pulling her close, capturing her
between his thighs. So many potent feelings and a million possible ways to
describe them. His chest was tight with wonder and awe. Was it possible to
articulate this swelling sense of euphoria to his wife?
Neither Wendy nor Frank spoke for a minute or two.
The bedroom was still flickering with light, perfumed
with the vanilla
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