Don worked construction and Jo taught fifth grade. Like so many responsible young people, they found themselves caught in the rat race of making a living and building their future. Neither had a lot of time for much else. Certainly not the fun-filled single life they had enjoyed in college and before their marriage.
In college, Don played football and tried to make the 'big time' but was never picked by the majors. Unbroken he join the job market and help Jo with her degree. He enjoyed working in the outdoors and a job in the building trades seemed to fit. The money was good and provided for them as Jo finished her degree and started working herself.
Don came home one night and after greeting his wife with a kiss suspected she'd been with another woman. "How's Karen?" he asked. It was a good guess. Jo and Karen had been inseparable through college. They were party girls when not studying for exams. That's how Don met Jo and so started their relationship. The two women hadn't seen much of each other since the couple's marriage two years ago.
A smile broke across Jo's face as she tried to deny seeing her friend. "What do you mean?" she said sheepishly.
"Don't deny the obvious, I'd know that womanly scent anywhere," Don said.
Jo was exciting in bed. She was interested in anything to do with sex. Don knew about her lesbian encounters before he married her. She had experimented with a friend several times in high school and college. She admitted that they even shared a boy in a three-way once. Don often used those visions to keep their lovemaking hot and fresh. Her school friend worked out of town now and the women hadn't been together for a while.
Jo went on to explain how Karen had called. She was in town and they met for lunch. "It just happened. I hope you're not angry with me," Jo pleaded.
"I'm not angry. That taste on your lips and the thought of you with another woman takes me back to college days, he said. I'm having visions of the two of you together and it turns me on."
"I'm glad because I worried you would be upset," she confessed.
"Not upset, more like jealous that I wasn't there to at least watch."
Jo turned toward the noise she heard from the kitchen, "Uh oh! I have dinner on the stove I need to attend to."
"OK, we'll talk about it later. I'm going to get a shower," Don said over his shoulder as he headed for the bath.
"I hope she doesn't wash that fragrance from her before bed," he thought as the hot water flushed his day away.
At the dinner table, the topic focused on the couple's wedding anniversary that was coming up. Jo asked what they should do to celebrate. Don suggested a nice dinner out, a show or dancing, then back home to screw their brains out. When asked why she wanted to know several weeks in advance, she just smiled. Her gray eyes twinkled with an impish gleam. Don assumed that she may be planning something herself. Oddly, Jo's encounter with her friend never came up.
As luck would have it, their anniversary fell on a Friday. With reservations made, they dressed and went out for the evening to celebrate. Dinner and dancing at a local hot-spot kept the couple laughing and in high spirits.
Driving home, Jo sat close. She caressed Don's inner thigh with her fingernails, sending shivers through him. "You still want to fuck my brains out tonight?" She cooed.
"You remembered," he said with a smile.
"Of course, silly!"
"I'd love to keep you wet and busy all weekend if you'd let me," Don said.
Arm in arm, the two made their way from the garage into the house. Once inside, they stood kissing for several minutes in the utility room. Their hands, teasing erogenous zones, brought their desires to a boil. Jo was the first to break the kiss. She knelt down, unzipping her husband's pants and pulled out his swelling cock.
"Mmm, I've wanted this all night," she said hungrily, taking it into her mouth. Her tongue caressed the sensitive organ. He shuddered noticeably as her hot mouth embraced the velvety smooth shaft.
When he could stand it no longer, Don pulled Jo to her feet and kissed her long and hard. His tongue explored her mouth, coaxing her to follow his lead. He kneaded her soft breasts through the thin fabric of her blouse. Jo found the edge of the washing machine and leaned back. Her husband squat and lifted her skirt, coming face to face with a bare pussy. "Had she been naked all night? How could I have not noticed?" he thought. His eyes looked up questioning, his warm breath tickled her nearly nude bush. She smiled that special way of hers that said she did it for his pleasure.
Don kissed her thighs and trim mound. His tongue licked at the glistening wetness forming on bare lips. Parting the soft folds, he felt her heat radiate against his face. He tasted her sweet eagerness. Drawing lazy circles around her clit with his tongue, he held her from lowering herself against his busy mouth. He wanted to taunt her, hinting at things to come.
Jo finally pulled him up and kissed his full lips. Tasting herself on them, her tongue darted into his mouth, exposing how hot her passions had become. She pulled the scarf from her neck.
"Stand still." She ordered. "I have a surprise for you."
She used the scarf as a blindfold and tied it snugly around his head. She led the blind man into the bedroom and sat him on the bed.
"Stay here and don't move, she commanded. Don't make me tie your hands too!" Don imagined, in his darkness, that she'd bought some sexy clothes to model for their anniversary.
The sound of matches striking and the fragrance of scented candles impinged his senses. "Ah, setting the mood," he thought. She sat next to him, her lips touching his cheek and a bare breast warming his arm. Another tingle shot through him. Hands began to slowly undress him. Each touch of fiber awakened his sensitive skin as it brushed against him.
"When are we going to get to the good stuff," he asked reaching out for her. She slapped his hands away.
"Stay still and keep your hands to yourself or you may not get anything," she barked. Jo proceeded unhurried. She unbuttoned and removed his shirt. Hands gliding over his chest, tickling hairs around his already erect nipples. She removed his belt. Pulling it through the loops with a long slow hissing sound as it slipped over the fabric. Don was beginning to like this. She knelt and started untying his shoes, helping him out of them and sliding his socks off. Practiced hands unfastened the snap at his waist, the zipper already down, she had him stand as the slacks fell about his ankles. Don's cock was already hard, making a tent of the thin material, begging for her touch. His underwear slid quietly to the floor and he stepped out of them. He kicked away his discarded clothing. He could feel the light touch of her blonde hair against his bare thighs which made his manhood jump. Jo stood, hot breath teasing his ear, her tongue traced its shape, warm and wet. The man's breath was faster now. Anticipation was driving him wild and he loved it.
"One second." She whispered. Followed by the sound of turning down the bed, moving the crisp, clean sheets. Warm hands caressed his taut thighs, fingernails raking sensitive skin. At last, lips closed around the end of his shaft and a tongue circled its head.
"You're such a tease," he muttered almost in a whisper.
