The first clue was the blow job. A blow job was always the first clue. Perhaps he had become resigned to the situation, but David was enjoying the blowjob far too much to become angered by the implications. The videotape of DEEP THROAT which had been a frequent guilty pleasure when he was a teenager had inspired an obsession. For nearly two decades David had endured Doreen's adamant refusal to do more than just tentatively kiss or lick his penis. In recent months his wife had suddenly become eager to pleasure him orally.
The blow job didn't cease when it became evident that David was about to climax. This time Doreen actually took his penis even deeper into her mouth so that her nose was nuzzling his graying pubic hair! It seemed as if she finally might be willing to allow him to cum in her mouth! David ceased his efforts to restrain himself. His wife didn't become angry or even try to pull away as his first spurt of semen erupted. She continued to suck his cock until his ejaculation subsided.
David waited anxiously to see if Doreen might finally fulfill his ultimate fantasy. She hesitated for several moments before swallowing his semen.
David remained passive as his wife kissed her way up his belly and chest. Reluctant to kiss his wife so soon after he had filled her mouth with semen, David averted his lips from hers. She was obviously disappointed but not angered. She responded by moving up to offer her bountiful breasts to her husband.
The second clue was Doreen's bruised beasts. As David began to feast on her womanly flesh, he noticed the fresh hickies and even bite marks on her tits. Perhaps it was guilt about his eagerness to accept yet another blow job, but he once again refrained from questioning her about the blemishes. She giggled coquettishly as he sucked on one swollen nipple then the other before squeezing her big tits together so that he could suck on both nipples at the same time.
After allowing her husband his fun, Doreen gradually shifted position so that he was kissing his way down her soft, gently rounded belly. David knew what his wife wanted. She had always cherished his eagerness to pleasure her orally. Only in recent months had she became so assertive, perhaps even demanding about it.
The third clue was the aroma. This time the nuances were not as subtle as before.
The fourth clue was the tiny globules of sticky, half dried, white fluid that clung to her lush growth of trimmed but unshaven pubic hair nearest to her labia.
The fifth clue was the flavor. For a moment David was tempted to rebel. However; the specter of provoking an argument that might end their marriage compelled his silence. He reminded himself that it was far from the first time. It was merely the first time that the evidence had been so obvious. David was suddenly overcome by the belated realization that Doreen's most recent transgression had occurred at most only a few hours earlier. He surmised that the event might have even occurred while he was on the flight home from his two week long business trip.
David's humiliation did not dissuade him from pleasuring his wife orally. On the contrary, the undeniable evidence that he was once again competing for her affections inspired him to be extraordinarily diligent in his efforts to pleasure her. He continued to minister to her sex with his lips and tongue as her body convulsed in orgasm. He brought her to a second climax then a third.
Only the realization that his erection was reviving with unaccustomed firmness dissuaded David from continuing. He shifted position to kiss his way back up Doreen's belly. She responded by sliding her hips down his torso so he could reach her breasts.
After feasting again on Doreen's breasts with unusual vigor, David rolled her over so that he was between her thighs. As his penis sought her sex she interrupted him to ask, "aren't you forgetting something?" Her glance at his nightstand eliminated any doubt about what she was referring to.
"I forgot to buy condoms again," David lied. He had actually noticed some in the store at the airport. He had exploited the exorbitant markup as an excuse to not buy any.
"Okay," his wife giggled. "I guess I can trust you to pull out. But you have to be extra careful. I'm still a day or two to early in my cycle to risk you being careless."
David eagerly plunged his penis into the welcoming wet warmth of Doreen's sex. The exquisite sensation of his naked flesh inside her which had become taboo after their youngest was born had once again become familiar in recent months. The sensation was all the more arousing because David knew that their coupling was being lubricated by more than just Doreen's vaginal secretions. This knowledge made it impossible for him to restrain himself.
For a moment, the primal instinct to inseminate his unfaithful wife was almost irresistible. David struggled with the temptation to not pull out. He even rationalized that he would not be betraying his wife if he waited until he was starting to ejaculate or at least spray his semen into her pubic hair. However; the prospect that his wife would become more diligent about using condoms again compelled him to pull out to spill his seed safely on her belly.
The husband and wife laid together, cuddling as they savored the afterglow from their most recent lovemaking. The semen from their coupling made their flesh both sticky and slippery.
David finally broke their silence by saying, "sorry. I should have been able to last longer."
Doreen's voice revealed her disappointment and frustration, but there was no hint of the resentment and anger that had until recent months provoked so many arguments. "It's okay. You were even more generous than usual with foreplay. I know more than a few wives who would be grateful if their husbands had your talented tongue."
Their casually candid conversation about their less than fully satisfying lovemaking was inspiring. Their cuddling escalated to kissing which David fantasized might somehow escalate to round three. However; his stubbornly flaccid penis attested to his age and waning virility. Sensing his frustration, Doreen finally assured him, "twice in one night is pretty good for a man your age. We can try again in the morning or tomorrow night. There is always Sunday."
The couple retired to their bathroom where they showered together. As David lathered, scrubbed then rinsed Doreen's back, he found himself wondering how in recent years they had allowed themselves to cease indulging in this simple, sensual pleasure. They toweled each other dry then got dressed for bed. With two teenagers and a younger child in grade school, sleeping nude together was no longer an option.
As David buttoned his pajamas, he noticed the pair of stockings and a garter belt that were drying on a towel on the counter as well as the pantyhose on the top of the pile in the hamper. Doreen had been wearing her usual office attire of a skirt and blouse when she picked him up at the airport. However; her boss had reduced her to a four day work week, giving her Fridays off. David had been to eager to make love to his wife to consider the implications of her wearing a nice blouse and skirt. Now he wondered if she had been trying to deceive or at least distract him, or just look nice for him. He realized that it had probably been both.
