She was a bit upset. Well, maybe more bored than upset, but at the very least somewhat miffed. They'd spoken at length about her needs. Sometimes it even felt boring, how much it had come up, all the talk, all the resolutions and yet here they were again. It was another Sunday morning, and she could feel him pushing up against her. She could feel the soft packaged squeezing up against her plump round cheeks, and she saw it as what it was: hope.
He was hoping again that she would do all the work to get his dick hard, take him into her mouth, suck him until he was ready to cum. Maybe he even wanted to shove himself inside her. To start with, she wasn't used to having to get her boys hard. She liked to feel the swell of an already-erect cock against her wetness. She liked to wrap her fingers around its thickness and have them unable to reach around the whole girth. Even remembering this made her a bit wet. She was NOT accustomed to taking just one or two inches gently between her fingers, and slowly teasing it until it reached maybe three inches. At that point he considered himself 'pretty hard' and might try to slide it inside her. Of course, as tight as she was, this was always a challenge, and partly for this reason she preferred to either give him a simple hand job, or take him into her mouth while she played with her own clit. Lord knows this was certain to get her off, something he'd never managed to do in all their time together. One redeeming factor: she had gotten fantastic at going down on him. At first it had been a bit of a turn off, but now she'd learned to appreciate some of what he offered. His slender dick never made her gape wide when she held him, and gave her lips and jaw a much-needed rest. His length meant that taking him all the way into her never meant he went down her throat. She could have him gasping with pleasure while staying just where she liked him - in her mouth.
She liked him. A lot. Even LOVED him. But, while her sex drive had always been healthy and substantial, with him sex had simply receded to be a smaller part of her life. It was about satisfying his needs, and keeping herself somewhat sane. It was no longer a venue for her fantasy or ultimate pleasure. It was...well it was still intimate. It made them close, but it wasn't a fantasy. For that she had to be alone.
She realized that even without consciously thinking she had been stroking him. She squeezed slightly to see his progress, and felt that he was actually fairly hard. He must be almost four inches. She felt his body start to tense, and knew this cue. She slid down his toned body and took him into her mouth. He was comfortable, unassuming, and as she worked him with her tongue she could let her mind wander as he groaned in pleasure. He barely even filled the front of her mouth.
