Donna Faircloth was energized, turned-on and kneeling on the kitchen floor, giving her husband a surprise blowjob he'd never forget. She'd just come home with her emotions in overdrive after a daylong workshop on conducting group encounter sessions.
Clay had been replacing the cover to the overhead light fixture when she walked in. Though tall enough to do this without a stepladder, with his arms were stretched overhead he looked like someone being robbed.
Donna said hello, put her purse on the counter, and reached for his zipper. The cover snapped into place moments before her mouth engulfed his cock. He looked down, his face a mixture of surprise, relief, and pleasure. "That must have been one helluva workshop."
There was an answering nod and a grunt that sounded a bit like, "Uh, huh," but the blowjob never stopped.
Clay leaned back against the counter, propped his big hands on the edge, and watched his wife's short blonde hair swaying to the rhythm of her bobbing head. "You'll have to tell me all about it, later. Oh, yes. Much, much later."
That's just what Donna intended. The workshop, and the incredible instructor, had left her on an emotional high that was a combination of love, happiness, and eroticism. This blowjob was her way of expressing all those feelings.
She loved going down on Clay and took pride in her skill. Learning how to deep throat had been her first anniversary present to him. She never regretted the time it took to master the technique.
Now she used that new talent to take his plump cockhead into her throat. With it snugly in place, she rocked her head from side-to-side, rubbing the smooth surface inside the tight passage. It was a maneuver she developed on her own and something they both loved. The problem was she liked to tease Clay and postpone his climax. But her rotating throat trick seldom failed to trigger an orgasm.
This time was no exception. With a muffled "Oh, shit!" When Clay put his hands behind her head, Donna let him take control. She wrapped her arms around him and concentrated on savoring the feel of the thick shift racing past her stretched lips while the big knob moved like a piston up and down her throat.
The first blast of semen shot down her throat. Then Clay pulled out a bit so the next one filled what little space his cock didn't already occupy in her mouth. With another thrust, he re-entered her throat and stayed there as the rest of his load emptied directly into her body.
Afterward, they sat on the old, overstuffed couch in their living room, drinking wine, cuddling, and talking about what triggered the incredible emotions Donna was still experiencing. "This feeling just kept growing all day. At the end of the training, we did a practice session that ended with everyone holding hands, singing and crying these happy tears. It was all so unreal. But what made it so special was, Reggie, the instructor. He's a social worker from upstate and leads a lot of these workshops. By the end of the day it was like learning from some guru."
Clay slipped a hand under Donna's pullover and unsnapped her bra as she continued. "Reggie's Italian, and has these deep dark eyes that just seem to unlock your feelings and a smile that makes you feel okay about that. But at first, the only thing I could focus on was his having lost a leg."
"How'd that happened?" asked Clay, as he stroked one of her breasts.
"A motorcycle accident. Then there was an infection. Now he has no left leg. I mean, none. He doesn't like to wear his prosthesis; says they're uncomfortable and that he can get around quicker with what he has left."
"Sounds like a guy who has his act together." The pullover landed on the couch followed by the bra.
"Oh, he does." Donna shook out her hair, then leaned over and nuzzled Clay's ear. "The thing is, when I first saw him this morning, seeing his pants leg rolled up, it felt creepy. I know that's weird coming from a nurse. But being around people who've lost a limb has always bothered me."
Clay stopped halfway through unzipping her jeans. "Good thing it's just arms and legs, since you married a guy with one eye and a few scars to his credit."
"That's different. You're a guy. Besides, I didn't say how I felt was logical and it's sure not something I'm proud of, but it's there. Maybe it's because my grandfather lost both legs to diabetes. I was just a kid and never really saw it. But the way my mother and the other women talked.... Anyway, seeing someone like that, an amputee, always seemed to trigger the bad feelings I had about my own looks back before you came along." She smiled, stretched, and lifted her hips, inviting him to finish undressing her.
The invitation was accepted and the jeans hit the floor. "Those feelings never made any sense." Clay's hand slid between Donna's thighs. "After all, something about that cuddly brunette appealed to me."
"I know. I know. And thanks to you, I like my body a whole lot more now. You gave me the self-confidence I needed to lose weight, and didn't fuss too much about me cutting my hair going blonde. But there's still that ugly appendectomy scar. That's why I won't wear a bikini and why you're the only man who's seen the new Donna in her birthday suit."
"Probably just as well. One look at you nude and strong men would faint while the weak ones would keel over dead." Clay, who had been stroking the area around Donna's pussy, slipped a finger inside and caressed her clitoris.
"Ooh, Clay Faircloth, you are so good for my ego."
"Just telling it like it is. But what's all this got to do with your one-legged instructor?"
Clay's finger slipped deeper into her pussy, making speech difficult. "Well, uh, the thing is, Reggie got me to open up about my feelings, you know, about the perfect body thing. Now it doesn't seem so important. The thing is, his having a missing leg, ooh, seems natural. I can't imagine him any other way. It makes him kind of sexy."
"They always say it's ability that counts." Clay removed his finger and slowly traced the damp tip across Donna's lips. She parted them, letting him slip it inside, and then began to suck. Learning to accept, to enjoy, her own taste was also Clay's doing.
He studied her face, as if trying to decide something, then removed his finger. "This Reggie sounds like a guy I'd like to meet. Want to invite him over for drinks?"
"You think he'd come?"
"Never can tell. The thing is, with the way you're feeling, what's going to happen if he does?"
Donna started to say something, then paused. She and Clay had talked about swinging, but since their wedding, it'd just been the two of them. While the thought of a threesome was a turn-on, Donna liked their exclusivity and worried about opening up their marriage. But just the suggestion that they might have one tonight, and with Reggie, was such an erotic rush she could barely breathe.
