It was already starting to heat up outside, even though it was a quarter after seven in the morning. The air conditioner had been running off and on most the night, keeping the house at a comfortable seventy degrees. Outside, it was warmer. Ann had opened the front door, and was standing on the porch, looking out toward the east. The sun had risen, but it had yet to crest the hilltop of their subdivision, or whatever the odd conglomeration of houses, apartments and condos where they lived was supposed to be considered.
Neil stepped out with the lunch she'd lovingly packed for him in hand; ready to face another day at work. He had a bright smile on his face, a reflection of his happy mood.
He was happy for a lot of reasons. He was working day shift, which always seemed to put a skip in his step. Secondly, it was Friday,
and
he didn't have to work the weekend. But mostly what had him grinning from ear to ear was the luscious babe standing on the porch in her ultra-short black kimono robe, waiting to kiss him goodbye.
"You're incredible, Anna," he whispered into her ear as he set his lunch cooler on the railing to take her into his arms.
"I love waking you up like that," she grinned, still tasting his cum on her lips and tongue, thinking about how she'd taken his morning erection into her mouth while he was still sleeping, giving him a long, glorious blowjob to start his day.
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She had woken up feeling particularly sexy, the thoughts that had been consuming her for months were so vivid in the erotic dream she'd had that morning that she found them affected her mood. As she lay next to her naked husband underneath the covers, she has a vision of herself, one as her being sensuous and alluring.
She didn't often give in to self-absorbed notions of vanity. Yet her hardened nipples were leading her in that direction. She glanced to her right, seeing him lying there, and she knew it was too early to wake him. But she knew she would eventually. She had to, thinking she had in some way make up for what she was planning for her day.
That thought led to a knot in her stomach. She wasn't even sure how much sleep she'd gotten. She had too many things on her mind to sleep; things that shouldn't be there. Not for a wife who had such a wonderful, loving husband.
Still, that's kind of the way it was with her... with the two of them really. After all, their relationship wasn't the usual one between a husband and a wife. It was a little more complicated, more sexually daring. Plus, the thoughts she'd been having were there constantly now. She was finding she was unable to deny them any longer. The fact was; she was a sexual creature by nature, and sometimes her desires seemed to overtake her mind, no matter how hard she fought to control them.
Gently climbing out of bed, she snuck out of the bedroom, closing the door quietly before heading to the kitchen to make a pot of coffee. As she drank her first cup, she got some things out of the pantry, deciding it was time to start packing Neil his lunch.
It wasn't something she did often. In fact, she rarely did it for him at all. He insisted, not wanting her to feel obligated or compelled to do such a subservient task. Just because she wasn't working was no reason for her to feel compelled to be that domesticated. But she found herself moving about the kitchen as a way to gather her thoughts. It was all a part of her plan.
She did the basics, bagging up some chips and putting some fruit in a sealed container. Knowing she'd have time to make the main course while he was in the shower later, she sat down at the dining room table with some stationary, pen in hand.
She began writing, the words coming to her quickly. It didn't surprise her; she'd been composing the letter in her head for over a week, going over what to say and how to say it. She just hadn't put her thoughts to paper until now.
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Hi Baby,
I hope you're having a great day at work today. I loved sending you off in a good mood this morning, and I hope you're going to come home in one too. But I suppose that will depend on how you react to what I have to tell you.
Since you're reading this, I'm pretty sure you're having lunch and you're sitting down, so there's no better time than now. Please know that I love you, and that I'll always love you. You've always accepted who I am as a person, but you've also helped me discover who I am sexually, and that makes me love you even more.
You once told me that I didn't always have to tell you ahead of time if I were going to do something sexually adventurous. You even said at the time that it would ruin it for you if I told you beforehand. I'm going out on a huge limb here, Neil, hoping... no, I'm trusting that you meant those words, because I'm doing something very, very naughty right now as you read this...
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When she finished the rest of the letter, she read it over, her fingers trembling. The words took on life, practically leaping of the parchment. She felt a rush of nerves wash over her, an immediate sweat of anxiousness raising the hair on her neck, and she found her eyes wandering toward the phone, wondering if it was too late to call the whole thing off. But she steeled her will. Reading her admission a second time, she found a resolve... a strength.
"I have to face it. This is who I really am," she sighed.
Trusting in her marriage, and the rock that was her husband, she decided to follow her instincts. Neatly folding the paper, one she'd prepared the night before with a hint of her perfume, she inserted it into an envelope. Placing it in with his lunch, she hid it, not wanting him to see it right away should he open the container before he ate. She wanted to make sure he'd read it after she'd already started her day.
Returning to the bedroom an hour later, she stared at him again, her arousal growing, her pussy beginning to tingle. It was hard not to get turned on, what with seeing the sheets tent up over his crotch, knowing what was awaiting her underneath them.
His hand went to the back of her head, guiding her. Only then did he realize it wasn't a dream, and his amazing wife was waking him up with her warm, wet mouth. No matter how many times she'd done that to him, it was always a surprise; like it was a new experience he'd never had before.
She was already swallowing him whole when he became alert, but all he could do was moan. He was now aware enough to know what she was doing. She wasn't sucking him so they could make love, or even just fuck each other senseless. No, she was sucking him with a purpose, and that was to make him cum.
Unfortunately for him, there was no bargaining with her when she was in one of those moods. She couldn't be persuaded to change her mind. He could have tried, but it would have been a waste of time. If she had her mind set on giving him one of her mind-altering blowjobs, there was no stopping her.
Not that he'd ever consider it. She was simply doing what she thought a good wife should do, behaving like a slut in the bedroom, being attentive to her man's needs. She'd made a promise to him to keep their life together sexually inventive and adventurous. And she went out of her way to make him happy. As her tongue licked at his balls while his shaft was lodged in her throat, he most certainly was.
The problem wasn't with what she was doing. It was with the condition he was in. For whatever reason, whenever he'd wake up with a morning hard-on and they had sex before he had a chance to go to the bathroom, it changed things. His cock was always harder, and his skin was more sensitive. And he seemed to last a lot longer.
She knew that. She'd planned on it. As she sucked on him, she kept a subtle eye on his clock, noting the time. She needed him to last, and he did.
It became excruciating for him, and at the same time it was so fucking amazing. His hips were bucking up, pressing his balls into her chin. She reached down to massage them as her lips passed over his shaft in slow steady movements, dragging along his skin.
Checking the clock once more, she knew it was time. Quickening her pace, she rammed her head over him, fucking his cock with her face. She felt both of his hands on her head now, tangling in her hair as they went along for the ride.
"OH FUCK, ANNA! I'M CUUUMMMIIINNNGGG!" he barked, his ass thrusting upward.
She held the head just past her lips, sucking wildly on it as he started pumping his cum into her waiting mouth. She began swallowing his gigantic load, gulping it down greedily. When he finally finished, she sucked him deep again, licking his balls, making him squeal as the nerve endings of his cock began to tingle. Squeezing his balls, she made sure she emptied them before letting his head slip from her mouth with a resounding pop.
Giving him a quick kiss, she smiled. "Thanks for breakfast, baby. You better get going though, or you're going to be late for work."
With that, she hopped out of bed, grabbing her sexy robe, sashaying her bare ass down the hallway knowing he'd be watching.
"Men," she laughed as she turned into the kitchen at the end of the hall to begin making him one of her patented sandwiches, the finishing touch on the lunch she was making him. "They're so easy to please."
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"I wish I had time to take care of
you
," he pouted, feeling a bit guilty that he didn't give her an orgasm in return for her efforts.
"It's okay, baby. You know how much I love sucking you."
"Still, you could have stopped to let me fuck you, or at least leave me enough time to -"
