When my boyfriend Kieron proposed to me, I didn't hesitate to say yes. We were both twenty-two, together since high school. He was the one, my happily ever after. Our families and friends were thrilled, and with a wedding to now save for, as well as a deposit for a house, his dad Brian suggested we give up our rented apartment and move in with him, so we could save the money.
Brian was a fifty-year-old, divorced, project manager for an engineering company. Tall, broad shouldered and handsome, with wavy, black-grey hair, and a clean-shaven face. He was also difficult to read most of the time. I found him unassuming and stoic. But that was fine. Kieron and I accepted his offer and moved in to start saving money.
However, it took me a few weeks to settle in. Brian was relaxed. He worked during the week, and on weekends, he met up with his photography friends, visiting beauty spots. I was an estate agent and Kieron was an electrician. But I became frustrated with a few things I hadn't considered. I missed the liberation of walking around in lingerie, or braless in just a t-shirt and underwear.
I felt constantly on my guard, suppressing my playful, exhibitionist tendencies and freedoms. To add insult to injury, Kieron became oddly reserved about sex. I understood he didn't want his dad to hear us, especially the noises I make when I orgasm, but his passion was on mute. I had to buy a dildo to fill the gap, literally. I couldn't even order it online, in case Brian took the delivery when I wasn't home.
I missed the spontaneity of our relationship, the way Kieron used to grab me as soon as I entered the old apartment, tearing at my clothes, kissing me passionately, and the way he'd bend me over the kitchen table, hitching up my skirt and yanking down my knickers to fuck me hard. Even showering together, fucking like bunnies under the hot water. All gone.
I was a young woman, a constantly horny one too, but only Kieron got to see the sexy devil inside of me. As a curvaceous, blue-eyed brunette, with a large bosom and a bubbly personality, I was fully aware of the effect I could unintentionally invoke in men. I had a responsibility to myself and my fiancé to act accordingly. So, I generally portrayed myself as an elegant young lady.
Then something extraordinary happened...
Kieron and I were drinking in a pub with our friends one Friday evening, when I began to feel horny. Nothing unusual about that. But I was really horny. Like, take me down an alley and fuck me up against the wall, kind of horny. I needed my fiancé to ravage me senseless. He would never take me down an alley, so back home it was. Kieron smiled at my mischievous signals and ordered a taxi.
Arriving at the house, I dragged him into the living room and turned the lamp on, while demanding he fuck me hard. I didn't want to make love in bed or spend ages kissing and groping on the sofa. I wanted to suck his fat cock and get fucked. Alcohol has that effect on me. But I don't need to get smashed to get smashed, tipsy on wine will do the trick.
"Jemma," Kieron laughed, when I pushed him down onto the sofa. He fell so easily. "Let's go upstairs, so my dad doesn't see us."
I laughed at his caution. "Relax for once. Your dad will be dreaming about one of his photography trips by now," I told him, going down in a pair of tight jeans and a black, halter neck top, my breasts bouncing as I knelt on the floor and unbuckled his belt. "Besides, where's the fun in playing safe?"
"I just don't want him to catch us. I don't want my dad to see you like this," Kieron fretted, but he didn't stop me getting his cock out.
"It'll be fine," I giggled, as his meat sprang free. I loved his cock, so smooth and thick.
I took him in my hand and leaned forward, licking his erection and bulbous head as I retracted his foreskin. My fiancé surrendered immediately, throwing his head back and groaning. I smirked at the victory and got busy, fondling his balls and stroking his shaft from the base, while I devoured his engorged head, mixing his salty pre-cum with my saliva. I was on fire.
"Ohhh," Kieron sighed, consumed by the warmth of my eager mouth. He ran his fingers through my long, brown hair. "Fuck."
I sucked faster, taking him deeper. Kieron wasn't huge, but he was above average with girth. Through trial and error, I learnt how to give him good head, by taking on board the things he did and didn't enjoy. His was the only cock I'd ever known. I did the same with him too, until he knew exactly how I wanted my pussy to be eaten out.
Bobbing my head up and down in his lap, the living room filled with the sounds of his groans and my mouth sucking and slurping around his cock, I tried to apply pressure at my crotch, desperately needing to touch myself, but the jeans were too thick, so I took Kieron to the brink of ejaculation, then stood up to remove my clothes.
"Let's go upstairs," he urged, as I urgently unbuttoned my jeans and pulled them down, revealing a pair of black lace knickers that did little to hide how wet and swollen my shaven mound was. I was gagging for it.
