I sat at the table sipping coffee. Aaron was in the shower. He was running late for work and we barely spoke since getting out of bed. Probably for best. My throat is killing me. I Rubbed my neck with my hand. It was still raw from the night 3 days ago. I was able to get by at work, but today I would call in sick. That was the plan at least.
The last three days had been a blur. Work was busy, but for the most part the kids and programs ran themselves, I was just there. Going through the motions. I was able to keep a good face outward. But the truth was, I was still reeling from that last night in Jim's car. All the images, sensations and emotions kept running through my head. Always in the back of mind, at any given moment was the feeling of needing to please-giving everything for that moment, when I knew he was gonna cum.
That massive dick slamming down my throat so far and so hard that I was only able to receive it, accompanied with how good I knew it was making him feel. I lost myself that night. Maybe I found myself. The feeling sat in the pit of my stomach. It was like I really missed someone, or I really needed something. It had been so hard to sleep that night. I kept wondering when Jim would text me again. I had $600 hidden in my drawer from that night. I didn't care so much about the amounts and I didn't feel like a hooker, but rather that those men had given that to me as a token of what I did for them. Maybe I was justifying it to myself. But it didn't feel like it. There was something so intensely personal about pleasing-about letting myself go. Then, the text came: Call in sick tomorrow.
I almost dropped my phone with excitement. Which became problem as I needed to act like I was getting sick. But the truth was and I suppose still is, that nobody really noticed. Aaron didn't notice and he was closer to me than anybody. It was a relief of course, but how long could this go on?
I push that thought out of my mind. It would go on until I was ready to stop. I just had to see what was in store for the day. Then I would decide.
"Hey sweetie, are you out there?" Aaron called to me from the bathroom.
"Yeah," I called back weakly.
I turned to look at the bathroom as my husband popped his head out through the open door. He was stark naked, still wet from the shower. Probably getting the floor all wet as usual. Men.
"Still feeling bad?"
"Yeah, not great. I think I am going to lay down in a bit."
He frowned then said, "Ok. I was hoping...nevermind."
"What is it?" I asked.
"Nothing don't worry about it," he replied. Then he closed the door.
I knew what it was. Aaron always had morning wood and he was going to ask me to help him out. He had done this before, but he never actually asked me to do anything. It was kind of annoying. I knew he was in there now, on the toilet jerking off.
I got up and went into the living room and lay on the couch. I really had to play up the sick thing. My phone buzzed.
Be ready at 9:30.
I took a deep breath. It was hard to suppress my excitement. I sent him a quick "ok" as a reply and waited.
Aaron was out the door ten minutes later with a quick goodbye and a kiss on the forehead.
As soon as I was sure he was gone I was up and in the shower. I washed myself as best as I could then went to the bedroom to figure out what to wear. It had never been a priority for me to look sexy before. I mean, I didn't really own anything that exciting. The problem is that I couldn't, or Aaron would be suspicious. I mean we are conservative church workers after all.
I put on the best bra I had and a black thong, then some tighter jeans and a lower cut top. I looked like a college student. Which made sense as I worked with college students.
Jim was on time as always at 9:30 sharp. I locked up the house then went out to meet him. As I walked out to get in the backseat he gestured for me to get in the front next to him. I opened the door, climbed in and immediately noticed his pants were down slightly and his rock hard, gorgeous cock was exposed.
My heart pounded as I looked at it.
"Suck my cock while I drive," he said simply.
I immediately leaned over and took it in my mouth. Nothing had ever tasted so good in my life. I took it down as far as I could and held it there. My mouth was full of him. I felt his hand in my hair and I started to bob up and down on it in a quick even pace. I focused on sucking as I bobbed on it, trying to take it in farther each time. I could feel him getting bigger in my mouth, that perfect tip seemed huge. I stopped on the tip and sucked on it. I rolled my tongue over it, loving on the soft skin underneath the thick, hard skin of the tip. It was so good.
I felt him buck his hips and I then focused on sucking him again. Jerking him off with my mouth. Soon he grunted and I started swallowing his hot seed as it spurted out in thick gushes.
My body tingled all over and I knew in that instant, that this is what I wanted. No, I needed. I wanted cum. I wanted to drink it, suck it, swallow it, lay in it, be covered by it. I loved it.
