Rochelle's soft and plump lips inched slowly down her husband's shaft until his cock head grazed the back of her throat, and her nose pushed firmly into his pubic hair. She held him there, and pressed her tongue firmly against the roof of her mouth. His bulging cock reflexively throbbed and expanded in her throat.
"Are you going to join me?" Aaron asked between stilted breaths. This was his polite way of letting her know that if she wanted his hard cock inside her, then she had better stop doing what she was doing as quickly as possible.
She hesitated for a moment before slowly removing him from her mouth with an audible slurping sound.
"No, I'm having fun," she answered in a playful manner. It was the end of a particularly brutal week at work for her husband, and she enjoyed rewarding him for all his hard work with a slow and sensual blowjob. At times, it seemed as though she enjoyed blowing him more than she enjoyed actual intercourse. He could swear there were times in the past when she actually experienced an orgasm from giving head.
From the very first time her lips traveled below his belt, he realized that she was unusually gifted in that particular area of sexuality. Granted, he had only been with three other women before her, so he didn't have much of a basis for comparison, but it was difficult for him to imagine that any woman could possibly be more talented than Rochelle when it came to giving head.
She was blessed with large, soft lips that provided an incredible sensation wherever she placed them. Her tongue was long enough to touch her nose, and it was unusually strong. She was able to twist and contort it in ways that he had never witnessed before, and her favorite party trick was tying a cherry stem into a knot using only her teeth and tongue. Although he considered his dick to be no longer than average, she was the only woman he had ever been with who was able to take the entire length into her mouth, seemingly without any effort at all. It seemed as though she were born to suck cock.
He felt a strong surge building as his wife continued to make love to his cock with her mouth, lips and tongue. A wave of pleasure rippled through his groin, and he could feel the warm and tingling sensation of an orgasm building rapidly. Rochelle removed his cock from her mouth, encircled the base of his shaft with her thumb and forefinger, and squeezed firmly. She always seemed to know when he was just about to explode, and she enjoyed keeping him at the edge of that precipice for such a long time that it often seemed torturous.
"You're killing me," he groaned. She responded with a playful giggle, and began lightly licking, kissing and sucking his balls.
When she was apparently satisfied that he had sufficiently relaxed, she placed his swollen cock back in her mouth and returned to slowly and methodically bobbing her head up and down his shaft while rolling her talented tongue along the underside. He responded with a loud moan, and thrust his hips upward in an attempt to fuck her mouth more quickly. She removed him from her mouth, pushed his hips back down to the bed, and gave him a stern look. This was her way of letting him know that she was in control of the pace, and only she would decide when he would finish.
Aaron gave an exasperated sigh and relaxed his muscles. After twenty-two years of marriage, he knew better than to fight her. She was a strong-willed woman, and it was one of the many qualities that had attracted him to her in the first place. They had met in high school. Her family had just moved to the outskirts of Boston where Aaron had lived his entire life. He was instantly captivated by the "new girl" from Minnesota. They sat next to each other in Algebra class, and enjoyed a friendly and flirty relationship. Although it seemed there was an instant attraction between them, they were both far too shy to act upon it.
Eventually, she went away to college, while Aaron stayed behind in his hometown. Having grown up in a predominantly Italian neighborhood, he had developed a passion and talent for cooking Italian food, and it was his dream to someday open his own restaurant. After graduating, he worked as a landscaper by day and a line cook in the evening. He soon discovered that landscaping offered a quicker path to financial success and abandoned his culinary career. He earned enough money mowing lawns, trimming hedges and plowing driveways and parking lots that he eventually saved enough money to purchase his own equipment. By the age of twenty, he started his own business and hired his first employee.
Aaron celebrated his twenty-first birthday in Boston with a group of old friends from high school. In the course of stumbling from one bar to the next, he ran into Rochelle, who was home for her summer break. They shared an engaging conversation and exchanged numbers. Less than a year later, they were married. And less than a year after that, their daughter, Jamie, was born.
"Seriously," Aaron groaned. "Just let me finish. You're driving me fucking crazy."
Rochelle refused to break her slow pace, and hummed a satisfied note, sending vibrations through his cock that only added to his aching sensation.
"Okay, fine," she groaned, removing him from her mouth once again. "You can be such a baby sometimes."
She reinserted his throbbing cock into her wet mouth and bobbed her head up and down his shaft at a quicker pace, pressing her tongue hard against his length. His cock head expanded, his balls tightened, and he gave a loud moan as a powerful blast of cum erupted from his cock into her mouth. She moaned in appreciation, and continued sucking as several more spurts emptied into her hungry mouth.
She was the first woman he ever dated who ever swallowed his cum. She once told him that she enjoyed the taste of it, and considered it to be her ultimate prize for a job well done. Although it wasn't the reason he decided to marry her, it was certainly a major point in her favor.
She continued sucking and slurping until she was satisfied that he had been drained of every last drop. Although she had been sucking him for a very long time, she seemed disappointed that her "fun" was over. Reluctantly, she removed his deflated dick from her mouth and snuggled beside him, nuzzling her head against his chest.
"Mmm," she moaned. "That was fun."
"You are really amazing, you know that?" he said, still breathing heavily.
"Yeah...I know," she responded, and gave his chest a kiss.
***
"We got a letter today from B.U.," Aaron growled. He took another heavy swig from his pint. "They're upping Jamie's tuition by ten percent! Can you believe it? Those fucking pricks."
Anthony shook his head in disgust, and quickly drained the rest of the beer from his glass before signaling to the bartender for another round.
"Unbelievable," he said. "But what are you gonna do? They got you over a fucking barrel."
Anthony had been Aaron's best friend since grade school. They had stood by each other's side through good times and bad. For Aaron, those good times included the expansion of his landscaping business to the point where he was able to provide enough income to allow Rochelle to stay home with Jamie. He felt that it was important for his daughter to have her mother at home throughout her childhood, and was very proud of himself for providing enough income to make that happen. They certainly weren't wealthy by any reasonable standard. In fact, they lived from paycheck to paycheck for most of their married lives. But Rochelle was great with money, and together they were able to set enough money aside for a down payment on a nice home near his old neighborhood. They also stashed away enough money to send Jamie to college.
"How's the business doing?" Anthony asked. Aaron responded with a grunt.
"That good, huh?" Anthony said with a smirk.
"We still haven't recovered from the recession," Aaron said. "We were doing real good during the housing bubble. Lots of new houses being built, and a bunch of rich people moving into them, all needing landscaping. But then the fucking bubble burst. And these new fucked-up regulations by the government are killing me. I've had to cut back my workforce and work more hours myself. I fucking hate it. I'm getting too old for this shit."
"I hear you, man," Anthony responded. "It's tough all around."
Although he couldn't seem to explain exactly what he did for a living, Anthony seemed to be well off, and immune to whatever economic difficulties were plaguing the rest of the people Aaron knew. Anthony was the type of guy who always seemed to be in the right place at the right time, and he had a connection for everything. If you needed an electrician, he knew a guy for that. If you needed a lawyer, he was good friends with a great one. Hell, if you needed to dispose of a dead body, chances are that Anthony knew a guy who could take care of that as well.
"We're looking at $100,000 in debt by the time Jamie is done with college," Aaron continued. "And that's
after
the scholarship money and financial aid - and
before
this latest increase! The college fund that we started for her isn't even half that. And we'll have to dig into that savings to pay for a new plow for my truck. If I don't replace that old busted plow before next winter, I won't have any income until the spring."
