The idea for this story came from EmmaB29. This is the first time I have written a story based on someone else's idea. I hope I have managed to bring the fantasy to life with these words.
Please leave your comments and votes. All feedback is welcome. All the mistakes in grammar and spelling are mine. As always, all characters are over 18.
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Amanda glanced at the clock for the third time in less than ten minutes and sighed. The damn clock must have been broken since for her, time seemed to stand still. Her recent project, which included rearranging the digital archives for the gallery she had been working for three years, had drained her last motivation to do the work. When she took the job as an archivist, she was exhilarated to finally find a position that matched her education, but actually doing the work had proven to be quite different from the studies she had completed. Now, at 25, she was ready to move on.
Tonight, she planned to talk to her fiancée John about quitting her job. For the last three months, she had made plans to replace the loss of income if she quit her job, and now she had something concrete to tell him. She knew what John's response would be: he would say that she didn't have to work at all, but Amanda didn't want to live on his income.
John was 32 and ran his own business and made good money as a consultant for medical companies. His work kept him busy, and he traveled a lot, and Amanda, on the other hand, didn't just want to stay home and wait for John to return from his trips. She wanted to have a purpose and a goal in her life. She dreamed of having a family with John, at least two children, spending time with her family, and also being able to provide for them. Now she thought she had found a solution to her problem.
Thirty minutes before her workday was due to end, she closed the computer, took her bag, and headed home. John had promised to take her for dinner tonight since they were going to celebrate the anniversary of their first date. They had a tradition of going out and having dinner at the same place where John had taken her five years ago. Now, when their wedding was only six months away, it felt even more important to celebrate the day when she found the man she loved more than anything.
"I have something important to tell you," Amanda started when their waiter served them the dessert.
The dinner had been lovely, and Amanda had listened to John explaining his latest endeavors at work. Together, they had reminisced about their first date and laughed. They had also been talking about the upcoming wedding, since both were eager to get married. Everything was perfect.
"Okay, I'm listening, although I think I can guess what this is about," John said with a smile on his face.
"How can you know?" Amanda asked, perplexed since she hadn't told anyone about her plans.
"I happened to see your drawings about the house on your desk, so I'm guessing you have some remodeling in your mind?"
Amanda smiled softly, "Well, it's part of it." She loved John's intelligence and attention to detail. "I want to quit at the gallery," she managed to start when John interrupted her.
"That's wonderful, baby. I have been telling you for a long time already that you don't need to work."
"Let me finish, John, please. I have more to tell you."
"Okay. I'm sorry. Please tell me everything," John apologized, and she started over.
"So, I'm thinking about quitting the gallery, but I'm not just going to stay home and do nothing. I'm not going to live by your income alone." Again, John opened his mouth to interrupt her, but she raised her hand and stopped him from speaking.
"Please, just hear me out," Amanda said. "I want to put our house to work and remodel those empty rooms and take a couple of tenants. That would create some extra income and give me some work. Something to manage."
They had a large two-story house with several bedrooms and bathrooms, most of which had no function at all, and Amanda had been thinking for a long time that they would need a smaller house, or all that empty space should be put to use.
John smiled at Amanda, "I think it is a wonderful idea, my love."
"Really? You let me do this?" Amanda couldn't hide her enthusiasm. Even though she wanted to handle everything, and she had savings, she would need John's help at the beginning.
"Of course, I love the idea of passive income and you getting out of that work you obviously don't like. If this is something you want to try, I support you 100%."
"I love you, John Bennett." Amanda got up and walked to him. She sat on his lap and kissed him deeply. "Let's get out of here, I want to get you out of these clothes as soon as possible. Remember? Just like on our first date."
When they got back home, they were ripping each other's clothes off before the front door closed.
"Oh, God, how I want you, baby. I need you inside me." Amanda moaned as John sucked her hard nipples and tried to open his trousers at the same time. When they managed to stumble upstairs, she kneeled in front of him and pulled his pants down. John was rock-hard before Amanda even touched him.
She pushed him onto the bed and stroked his penis before taking him into her mouth. She easily swallowed his entire shaft, which was pretty average in size, maybe even a bit on the smaller side. It made John sigh deeply. She started bobbing her head up and down, moaning loudly. Giving a blowjob had always made Amanda horny as hell, in other words she loved sucking cock.
John was breathing heavily, and it took less than two minutes before he felt that his orgasm was close. "Hold on, baby. Take it slow," he moaned, pushing her head away.
Amanda knew what that meant and stopped. "It's okay baby, I don't mind, you can cum in my mouth."
"No, no... let me eat your pussy. I want to cum inside you this time," John panted.
She reluctantly released her grip on his penis. She turned on her back and spread her legs for him. She loved John more than anything, but sometimes she wished it wouldn't always be either or. John came so easily, and most of the time, he came before she could get even close to an orgasm. In one way, it was flattering, but on the other hand, it often left her craving for more.
It hadn't always been like this. When they had started dating, their sex had been good. John lasted longer, and she was able to get satisfaction, but as time went by, John's ability to meet her ever-growing needs diminished little by little.
John dove eagerly between her legs and started licking her soaked pussy. He knew he couldn't satisfy her needs completely, but he always did his best. He sucked her clit and pushed his tongue inside her breathing heavily, just as Amanda had taught him so many times.
"Put your fingers inside me, fuck me with your fingers, and eat my horny cunt," Amanda instructed his fiancée. "Harder, harder," she encouraged him. When she felt that her orgasm started to build, she couldn't wait anymore and wanted to feel her man inside.
"Push your cock in me... fuck me, baby," she moaned rubbing her clit. When she crossed this threshold she wanted nothing more than to feel cock inside her.
