One of my late husband's favorite fantasies that we came up with during foreplay together. A fantasy that I wish I had been able to fulfill for him. I hope you enjoy it as much as we enjoyed telling it to each other.
Dawn walked into her house in a daze after work that day. She was later than usual. Her typical routine of changing into more comfortable clothes and starting dinner before her husband arrived home from work was disregarded. She immediately sat on her couch and stared blankly into an imaginary abyss.
That's where her husband found her sitting. His words finally snapped her out of the self-induced trance that she had put herself in. "What's wrong? Are you OK? Did something happen?" finally registered in her head when she felt his presence beside her and his arm around her shoulder.
She turned her head to look at him. Tears began to fill her eyes. "Oh David, I've done something terrible. You're going to hate me."
David looked at her with concern. He rubbed her back and urged her to explain what could be so horrible that he could possibly hate his beloved wife of almost 20 years. Had she robbed a bank? Struck a young child with her car and fled? Has she pushed someone off of a tall building?
"I... I had sex with my boss." Her tears started to flow freely, and her face took on an expression of fear, "I'm so sorry. I'm a horrible wife and person, and I've betrayed our marriage."
David just rubbed the top of her back and maintained his look of concern for her.
"He started making advances toward me after work today in his office. I knew it was wrong. My mind was screaming for me to just leave but... but I didn't."
"I told you that he was attracted to you. Remember? I could see how he looked at your body. I could see the lust in his eyes," David whispered.
"But I had sex with him. I consented. I could have said no and I didn't..."
"So you think that is enough for me to hate you? To despise and hate the love of my life? My most beloved?"
"But isn't it?" she asked nervously.
David leaned forward and kissed her sweetly on the forehead. He looked her in the eyes and whispered, "Let me answer that question in a different way. I doubt words would ever convince you of my feelings in this matter, but perhaps this will."
He slowly got down onto his knees in front of her. Was he going to re-enact his marriage proposal to her? Her sense of confusion turned to fear as she felt his hands start to slide upward on the outside of her legs and up under her dress. They arrived at her hips and waist, but he didn't find what he was seeking.
"Apparently you neglected to wear panties to work today."
"No, I did," she stuttered, "but he insisted on keeping them for some reason."
"Ah, a trophy for his sexual conquest perhaps?"
"Perhaps. Maybe. I don't know..." she answered.
He removed his hands, leaned forward, and reached behind her waist. He began unzipping the zipper to her skirt and motioned for her to lift herself up so that he could remove it.
"What are you doing?" she asked him, a fearful quiver in her voice. He didn't answer, he just proceeded to slide the skirt down her legs and tossed it aside.
He gently parted her knees with his hands and began kissing her inner thighs. Dawn became horrified when she noticed that streaks of wetness were present on her inner thighs. In her daze of adulterous guilt she hadn't even felt her recent lover's semen leaking out of her as she walked.
Dawn's feelings of horror and humiliation turned to shock and bewilderment as she watched her husband slowly lick the wetness from her thighs. He said nothing. He simply looked her in the eyes as he continued to lick and kiss upward along her inner thighs.
Suddenly she felt her husband's hands on her hips. He effortlessly pulled her forward on the couch, her buttocks now on the very edge. His hands went under her knees and she felt her knees being lifted upward and outward. At that point her humiliation was complete. The irrefutable evidence of her adulterous interlude was in plain view for her husband to see.
But he didn't scold her. He didn't criticize her. He didn't say anything to amplify the shame or humiliation of having just cheated on him. Instead, he kissed her. Intimately. Between her legs.
She involuntarily sighed, closed her eyes, and leaned her head back when she first felt the pressure of his tongue gently lap upward against her inner labia and across her clit. The licks were gentle, loving, tender. Another sigh escaped her mouth when she felt his tongue gently clean and lap away any wetness that had flowed over her anus, be it her own wetness, that of her lover, or a combination of the two.
The gentle licks and kisses he performed on her sex soon turned to more firm, passionate probing with his tongue. She felt his tongue begin to penetrate her, his explorations shallow at first. Soon his breathing became audible through his nostrils as he began to explore as deeply as his tongue allowed. Her sexual arousal was causing her to produce a plentiful amount of her feminine nectar to consume. She could feel it flowing out of her, but it was much more than usual.
She suddenly realized that the semen her boss had so copiously ejaculated deep inside of her was now flowing freely along with her own fluids, and her husband was lustily, hungrily consuming it all.
Dawn didn't know if she had ever been so turned on in her life. She had never loved David more than she did at that moment. The sexual pleasure she was experiencing and her adoration for him ignited the fuse that set off her orgasm. It was powerful, washing through her like a series of repeating tidal waves. Her thighs locked her husband's head between her legs, but he wasn't making any attempt to pull back. As she rode through the pleasure of her orgasm he continued to lick and suck her aroused pussy clean.
She didn't black out or lose consciousness from her orgasm, just temporary awareness. When she finally opened her eyes she realized her husband was sitting beside her and staring at her intently.