There is just enough juicy sex to get the story line across, and the husband mad
enough to want his pound of flesh.
If you think this is one of those stories about how a husband fantasizes about seeing another man fucking his wife, you should stop reading now and not waste your time going any further.
I'm a normal, everyday type of husband who adores his wife and two kids. I am your typical middle class white guy, 5'11", 175 lbs, who's not hung like a bull, but has never had any complaints either. I've got a good job in sales, and my family usually wants for nothing.
My wife, Ann, and I have been together for eight wonderful years. To me, she's the hottest girl on the block. At 5'6", 125 lbs and a set of 34C's, she's got a body made for lovemaking. After all these years, I still call her my bride because; I still feel we're still on our honeymoon.
Ann said when we met it wasn't love but lust. She couldn't wait to get me in the sack. I was just coming off a long tern relationship and wanted to take it a bit slow. Her idea of slow was fucking my brains out on the first date. We compromised; she fucked my brains out on our second date.
We were married 6 months later, and settled into a routine of work, school and more work, to make ends meet. Ann was a first year teacher and didn't make a hell of a lot of much money, so I worked two part time jobs, along with finishing college. Within a year, I'd graduated and had landed a pretty decent job. Money wasn't flowing in, but we were doing all right.
After the birth of our two kids, I was on top of the world. I thought it couldn't get any better than this and that's when I first noticed a change; not a big one but a change nonetheless.
When you're with someone day in and day out, you sometimes don't notice the little changes. They kind of creep up on you, and happen when you're not looking.
Our sex life had been fantastic for all these years but lately it started to wind down more than a little. It was like she was losing interest in sex if that was possible. "Who could get tired of sex?" I thought. She could get me hot with just a look, and I was always ready for a roll in the sack. And even though she was a few years older, her body still looked great.
Being a very oral person, I loved to lick her from head to foot. Ann was a bit reserved, or should I say prudish; especially if someone was in the house. She was more than loud; she was a real screamer when we made love. So, I knew there would be no fooling around whenever had guests stay over, or if the kids were still awake; nonetheless, I attempted to ravish her at every opportunity.
On thing I'd leaned at an early age, "you'll never get a second shot at a girl if you didn't get her off the first time." I made it my goal in life to make sure whom ever I was with; she would be the first one to orgasm. Thus, I became very skilled at giving oral sex. The trick was, to take your time and concentrate on what you were doing. After dressing her down I'd start with little kisses on her lips, ears and base of the neck. Then, the passionate hard kissing quickly builds up the fire, and gets her wet; but the soft butterfly touches drive her over the edge.
It only took a few minutes before I noticed the beads of wetness dripping from her pussy hairs. Ann was from the old school, a natural bush is what she liked, and only shaved it once just before the birth of our second child. It never really bothered me though, and it really excites her when I pull on her long pussy hairs with my lips.
Diving between her legs, I would spread he moist lips to get to her hidden clit. I love to lightly tease it with the tip of my tongue, until it drove her wild.
"Eat me you son of a bitch," she would scream out as I worked on her.
I would consume her pussy from the top to bottom; making sure I licked every square inch of it. I found putting her legs over my shoulders and holding her ass cheeks with my hands, gave me better access to her pussy and everything below.
After tongue fucking her, and using my thumb to continually massage her clit, I moved down to her starfish. Even though she'd never say it, she loved when I reamed her asshole. Licking it, and then driving my tongue deep into it would cause her to gasp, and lift her ass off the bed to give me better access to it.
It would never take anymore than 10 minutes of tongue and finger action to get her off the first time. While she was still climaxing, I'd get between her legs and shove my dick home.
I'm surprised the neighbors never said anything when they heard her crying out, "fuck me, oh god fuck me harder or shit this feels so fucking good," because she usually screamed it out at the top of her lungs. I wasn't superman, but could hold off for about seven minutes before I'd shoot my load into her.
Drained of all my fluids, I loved to watch her come down from a good climax. She had that look of peace and satisfaction on her face. I'd always ask, "honey, you ready for round two?"
"Are you nuts, you rubbed me raw; I'll need time to rejuice." She'd tell me. "The second one takes too long, and isn't nearly as intense as the first one," was her normal reply.
"But wouldn't it be fun to try anyway?" I'd always reply with a smile. A few times she would go for a second round, but those times were getting fewer and farther in-between; but I didn't care, I was in love with the most wonderful women on earth.
Which brings me to my first point. After 8 years, you know your partners body both inside and out, and with my dick neither shrinking or growing, I knew how it fit in my wife's pussy; nice and tight. Lately however, it seemed that her pussy didn't feel as tight around my dick as it once had.
At first I thought it was the amount of juice she was gushing, when she climaxed; but she'd always done that. However, tonight was different. I had a hard time feeling the inside walls of her pussy; something was different, her pussy had changed.
We had our usual after sex talk, where I asked her if she'd enjoyed it and her stroking my ego saying if I couldn't tell by now, I'd better give up. I did casually mention, that I'd have to ease up on the lube because it felt a little sloppy. She just sloughed it off, saying I was just imagining it, and that she was getting older and wasn't as tight as a 16 year old virgin anymore.
I told her I knew another cavity I'd love to explore and all she'd say is, "not in my lifetime." She gave me a kiss and dropped off to sleep.
It stayed in the back of my mind but it'd be another five days before I got another shot at her pussy.
Ann always seemed to have an excuse lately. The kids were still awake, she was having cramps, she didn't feel fresh enough or the best one; "if you wait until tomorrow, I'll make it worth your while." Tomorrow it seems, never came.
Which brings me to my second clue that something just wasn't right. With my wife being a teacher, I knew that every semester there was an open house and other things like that; but lately, there seemed to be more than normal. Ann would always say she needed to this or that and would be gone for two to three hours at a time.
When she got back I'd ask her how it went, and would get the same generic answer, "you know, it's school stuff, it never changes." I even offered to drive her and pick her up afterwards. She snap back that the kids needed watching, and if I took them, they'd be up too late and so on and so on.