Russ and I had only been married for a short time when I felt it was time for him to abolish his sexual comfort zone. Through our entire courtship into marriage we had talked about fantasies in great detail. Russ was very much into watching me masturbate and even talked quite a bit about watching me suck on another's cock while he watched quietly in the background. He knows how much I love to spend time sucking cum from a hard erection, but I always felt it was some sort of betrayal doing it with someone else. I tried and tried to figure out how to get passed the jealousy because I knew how much it turned him on.
Early in our courtship, because of our strong religious beliefs, we spent more time talking and light touching than any bare naked body on body intercourse. I never minded too much, Russ was an awesome kisser and I could kiss on him all day. The way he sucked on my lips, sucked on my tongue and he loved how I sucked on his tongue like it was his cock begging for more. I'd rub his hard on through his jeans and just die to want to lick and feel and taste him. Later in our courtship we pushed the envelope. After a passionate few hours of kissing and him sucking on my nipples I took a chance and unzipped his jeans freeing his errection. He was so soft and I could feel his cock throbbing. I took the pre-cum from the head of penis and sucked it off my finger. I thought I'd orgasm right then. I knew I was wet and I could feel my pussy juice soak my panties.
I knelt in front of him as he lay back on the couch with his eyes closed and I spent the next hour sucking on his cock. My mouth could never grow tired of him. I wanted to taste his cum in the worst way. I could tell he was holding back. It turned me on that we were clothed except for his freed shaft and my freed nipple. With every turn and twist of my hard nipple it drove me deeper over the top of him. I wanted it all. I knew we were pushing the line of intimacy before marriage, but how could I tell him I wanted him to fuck me in the worst way. I love this man and dreamt about feeling his cock inside of me. I wanted to bend over and have him pump me from behind. As much as I was in love with him, I was in love with his sweet cum and I couldn't get enough.
One weekend in particular a couple of months after we were married, we took a weekend getaway to a small village on the outskirts of town. Russ and I had always been pretty open with our sexuality. I could tell him anything and he shared a lot with me. I felt pretty sure I knew his sexual desires and how to turn him on. This weekend I wanted to do a little more exploring. I knew how much he liked to watch me play and make myself cum. I enjoyed putting on the show for him. The more I did it, the more creative I got. But this weekend, I wanted to see him in total ecstasy. That evening while in the hotel, I began with a little seduction scene that I usually do for Russ. Teasing, sucking on his lips. When things just started to get hot and intense, I stopped. I told him of a surprise I have and if he'd indulge me, it just may be one of his greatest experiences yet. Russ didn't like surprises all that much, but he trusted me and played along.
We dressed and I took him down the street where we passed a small quaint looking pub. We were not drinkers, so he was confused, but we went inside. We sat at the bar for a bit, drinking soda, and looked around. Russ and I communicated a lot in instances like this with our eyes and I could tell he was curious what I was up too. I brushed my hand across his cock, kissed him on the cheek and told him I'd be right back. As I left, I watched him from a distance for a minute as another woman approached him. She stroked his hair and the back of his neck lightly and took him by the hand as they walked into a back room. The matron of the bar seated him comfortably in a dimly lit back room on a sofa telling him I would be with him in a bit. I watched him from the other side of the room as he sat quietly reviewing his surroundings. I whispered from the other side motioning for him to follow me. Not saying a word I took him to an upstairs bedroom where I sat him in a lazy boy chair in the corner of the room. I kissed him deeply, rubbed his cock, unzipped his slacks and whispered in his ear how much I loved him and to be patient, he'd have his turn.