Clic

Author's Foreward: I wrote this a very, very long time ago. I'd never write something like this today and though certain parts of it (such as the use of present tense, first-person narrative) bother me, I decided against a rewrite. I liked it when I wrote it so that's how you get it...warts and all. My thanks go to Kynhalis for her time and skill to review and comment. She always does a great job. For this, I asked for a light edit so any remaining flaws are strictly my own. I hope you enjoy this: a quick one that isn't too filling...

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CLICK

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I'm awoken by the sound of the door being locked, and it takes all my strength to keep my eyes from springing open. A locked door on Sunday morning means one thing. For a while, we were choosing to be with each other. No interruptions from her mom or our three little ones. This means one thing. And I have had that one thing on my mind for days. My heart starts to beat faster.

The mattress shifts slightly and the sheets rustle gently as Allison slips into bed with me. I'm still on my side with my back to her and she spoons with me for a few moments. I feel her breath on my neck. I begin to contemplate turning to face her when she kisses my shoulder and quickly reaches around me and starts to rub my cock through my underpants.

"I know you're awake." I can hear a smile in her voice. She leans closer and whispers directly into my ear, "You'd better stop pretending and pay me some attention or I'm not going to suck you off."

My eyes spring open and I turn to look at her. What did I just hear? Who is this woman in my bed? She looks like my wife (in that cute, pink cami), but she sure as hell doesn't sound like her.

"Morning, Allis..."

She cuts me off with a warm, deep kiss and rolls on top of me, straddling me. My hands start to move over her body by reflex and I trace my fingertips down her sides trying to transfer a tickling sensation to her skin through the soft cotton of her cami. I pause at her hips and enjoy the softness of her body. I purposefully and firmly slide my hands around her curvy ass, loving the new firmness the gym has given her there. I stop teasing her (and myself) and continue my hands on their journey by moving them ever-so-slowly up her back, pausing only to ensure they slip under the cami and contact her warm skin. At the same time, she shifts her hips to grind her clit into my already stiff cock. A soft moan escapes both our lips simultaneously.

She breaks off the kiss and pulls back, pushing herself up on her hands. Looking me straight in the eye with a serious, but somewhat mischievous look on her face, she seems to be daring me to do something. I don't know whether I'm imagining this or not, so I start to dismiss the idea that just popped into my head, but then think better of it. I don't know how it will be taken, but I decide to chance my idea seeing how she's staring at me.

I slip my right hand out from under her cami, walk my fingers up her side and over her slightly heaving breast (oh, the lovely heaving!), and place my fingertip gently to her lips.

"Kiss it."

She does.

"Again."

Again, she complies but slower, longer, and much more sensually. Her eyes are half-lidded as she does it, and she's either really getting into it or putting on one heck of a show for me. Either way, I'm in heaven. Afterward, she opens her eyes and stares at me again.

"Read my mind," I say huskily.

She smiles, closes her eyes, and takes my fingertip into her mouth. Into that warm. Wet. Wondrous mouth. My cock aches to feel the sensation she's subjecting my finger to. Oh, the little minx. I start to buck my hips gently into her. The sides of her mouth turn up ever so slightly. She knows

exactly

what's she's doing to me. To my prick. She's teasing me with this and smiling at the same time. What a complete bitch. A completely sexy bitch.

After only a few seconds of this and completely without warning, she takes my entire finger into the back of her throat and then starts to bob up and down on it. My free hand goes to her ass and squeezes it involuntarily.

"Shit, Allie!"

She pops her mouth off my finger with a sucking sound.

"Too much? Not man enough for me this morning?" A giggle escapes her throat and she smiles at me briefly. Then she runs her hand down my chest and between her legs until she has a firm grip on my prick. "Ooh, I see someone's ready for me."

She climbs off me and kneels between my feet. It's an amazing sight to see when my sweetly naughty girl kneels before me, like I'm the king of all creation and she's ready to worship at the altar of my cock.

She starts to pull my boxers down, and I arch my back to help. She gets them to my knees before she loses interest and leans down to start kissing and licking my balls. She runs one hand along the inside of my thigh and uses the other to stroke my shaft. She starts slowly, and it's obvious that she's enjoying the agony I feel from the tease she's inflicting on me. But, she's not cruel. It doesn't take her long before she attacks my cock with her mouth. At those moments when I start to soften ever so slightly, she changes her tactic -- either quickening her pace a little, or lifting her cami to tease me with her full tits, or running a fingertip over my asshole, or looking me in the eye with a "who the fuck do you think you are?" expression or using that dirty little mouth to say:

"Your girl wants her cum!"

I start to buck as soon as her lips are back on my cock. And then, the doubts start to come into my head.

Is she into it? Am I being too rough? Is this taking too long? Is her mouth and neck tired from all that insanely fast bobbing she's subjecting my cock to? Why is so hard for me to come with my beautiful wife and her amazing cock sucking abilities?

I start to see those images of her in my mind that I masturbate to: her on her back with her legs spread, and her tits bouncing from my every thrust; her standing up and leaning on the rail of the cruise ship balcony with her skirt up and my cock pounding her ass; taking my long thrusts on the hood of my old car on the side of the road; begging for my cock in the ladies' rest room in college; her head bobbing up and down on my hard-on when driving home from work in the HOV lane....

"You're thinking too hard. I want my cum. I want your cock to tell me what a good job I'm doing. I'll suck all morning if I have to." Even though I know that's not the case, those words make it so much easier to relax and enjoy her ministrations.

She places my hands on her head while she works my cock, so expertly going down on it with her mouth wide open, closing her lips around it at the bottom, and sucking gently on it on the way up. This time she goes slowly all the way down to my balls and sticks her tongue out to lick them. Taking her mouth off my cock briefly, she says:

"Now fuck your bitch's mouth the way you want to until you come down her fucking throat!"

I know she doesn't really want that. But she is telling me to do the things she knows

I

want to do. She's giving me permission to be the perverted little fuck I am. She's telling me she accepts what a bastard I am. She's making it easy for me to relax and let go.

The amazing thing about this time is how alert and in control she is. Each hand and mouth doing different things but acting toward a common purpose. The sensations get so intense and overwhelming, I start to get close, but I can't get over the edge. I use my hands on her head to speed up her rhythm and within a few seconds I'm at the edge. She moans quietly as I abuse her lovely and willing lips, mouth, and throat. Those cute little moans push me over.

"Oh, Allie Cat. Baby. I'm going to..."

My ass muscles tighten, and I spurt once into her mouth as she continues to bob up and down. My body has taken over and I spurt again and again and again into her mouth. She continues to take it until I've emptied my balls and and my muscles relax.

She carefully removes her mouth from around my softening member. As she straightens up, something seems strange about her.

Ah-ha! The silly girl. I grin at her.

"You can spit it out, you know. It's still kind of a turn on..."

She places her finger over my lips, and I stop talking. She brings her mouth within inches of my face and opens it to show me that all my cum is still there. I stop smiling. I'm in her thrall, and she knows it. After she's satisfied that I know what I'm looking at, she closes her eyes, closes her mouth, and swallows every last drop of my sperm. She smiles.

"Mmmm. That tasted good."

She opens her eyes and stares at me intently.

"How was that, Tiger?"

I kiss the best wife and lover on the planet. The hint of my cock and cum on her lips and tongue is oddly erotic. If only I could give her as earth-shattering an experience as she's just done for me. I wonder what's next for this morning...?