Deanna was acutely aware of the damp stickiness of her panty as she followed David upstairs, loyally carrying his briefcase and carryon bag while he lugged his two, larger pieces of luggage. She had felt herself becoming wet, with more than arousal, as she was pulling up to the lower level of the airport terminal where arriving passengers could claim their checked baggage. Her apprehension abated when she noticed her husband pausing to once again admire the unrestrained swinging and swaying of her breasts. Her newfound habit of going braless combined with the cleavage exposed by the somewhat daring neckline of her dress might have allowed her to persuade him to stop to have an expensive dinner if the restaurants hadn't been closed again by yet another lockdown. She was pleased that wearing a dress rather than the hospital scrubs that had become her habitual attire was provoking his attention. She had shamelessly savored the sensation of moisture seeping from her sex during the drive home as she became reacquainted with her spouse after yet another three week absence.
As David stowed his luggage temporarily, Deanna seductively unzipped her dress and slid it off to stand before him in just her stay up stockings and white, bikini style panty. She was acutely aware that the normally translucent fabric of her panty became almost transparent when it was damp. As she was hooking her thumbs into the waistband of her panty to begin sliding it over her wide hips, a pang of guilt combined with apprehension motivated her to suggest, "perhaps I should take a shower." She belatedly realized that her red hair had been damp from a rushed shower when she picked David up from the airport.
David responded to the sight of Deanna's pendulous breasts and red pubic hair that was only half covered by her panty but fully visible by eagerly stripping off his suit as he said, "don't worry about it. Leave your stockings on too. You look so sexy in stockings rather than pantyhose," he said as he turned the bed down to expose the sheets that she had once again neglected to change.
Deanna was relieved that David was so eager. As a concession to the Covidvirus, he was usually away from home three weeks at a time rather than only one week as had been his habit before the pandemic. An unexpected blessing to his prolonged business travels was that his absences did seem to make the heart grow fonder. They hadn't been bickering as much during his infrequent weekends home as they had been while they had been under lockdown with their children. They didn't need to waste another, precious weekend in sullen silence again either.
Unfortunately; Deanna's attention was drawn to her CycleBeads. The marker ring on the first of the white beads was an unwelcome reminder that she had been forgetful and reckless, again. She was acutely aware of David watching intently as she glanced at her calendar, counted the days since the day circled in red that recorded when she had started her last period, then counted beads as she nervously advanced the marker ring to the second white bead, then the third, then advanced it again to leave the marker ring on the fourth white bead. She was dismayed by the belated realization that she was on the twelfth day of her cycle. Even more disconcerting was the possibility that David might be realizing once agai that she had been a few days late. Her earlier explanation that she was getting to an age when her cycle was no longer as regular as it had once been was no longer entirely plausible.. Fortunately; her husband didn't interrogate her as she approached their marital bed until her sex was only inches from his face.
Deanna was both thrilled and alarmed to feel David hooking his thumbs into the waistband of her panty, that was already at almost half mast, to push the garment the rest of the way over her hips then down her tapered thighs until it slid down her legs so she could step out of the garment. His hands on her hips gently but relentlessly encouraged her to swing a knee up over him then lift the other so that she was kneeling with her damp pubic mound pressed against his face. She was in what had in recent months become her unrepentantly favorite position.
The sensation of David's lips and tongue caressing her labia and clitoris quickly brought Deanna to her first orgasm in over two hours. Her orgasm was rewarded by the sensation of his tongue plunging deep into her sex. David tongue fucked her to yet another orgasm. The contractions of her pelvic and vaginal muscles unleashed a flood of fluid.
Momentarily satiated, Deanna slid her pelvis down David's torso until his rampant erection entered her with an effortless ease that was no longer unaccustomed. Deanna noticed her husband glancing at her CycleBeads again as she desperately impaled herself on him. She could almost see the gears turning inside his head as he counted the days, but there were no questions or recriminations. She attempted to distract him by assuring him, "don't worry. I'll be extra careful."
Deanna desperately struggled to get more of David's penis inside her, but he had no more penis to give her. She moaned in frustration as she began to rhythmically flex her pelvic and vaginal muscles around the phallus that no longer seemed quite adequate. Her desperate efforts were eventually rewarded by yet another orgasm. Her husband might not be spectacular, but he did remain at least adequate when she truly was in the mood.
The sensation of David's erection faltering provoked dismay. Deanna intuitively understood why as she felt his penis softening and shrinking inside her. A combination of guilt, and she was ashamed to admit even to herself, another far more primal instinct, motivated Deanna to dismount from David's penis then slide her pelvis down his legs as she lovingly kissed her way down his hairy chest and somewhat prominent gut. She was soon wrapping her lips around his faltering erection. In recent months she had been practicing the skills that had atrophied during nearly two decades of somewhat staid courtship, engagement, then marriage. She eagerly took his softening penis deeper into her mouth until her nose was nuzzling his graying pubic hair.
Deanna was elated to feel David's erection reviving. The sensation of his glans actually penetrating her throat evoked memories of her high school and college dalliances. She was no longer worried about her husband loosing respect for her. She had already forfeited his respect. Ironically; she had been liberated to become the uninhibited lover that he deserved. She took his glans as deep into her throat as his merely almost average endowment allowed.
Deanna was relieved and thrilled, but also dismayed, to feel her husband gently entwining his fingers in her hair to encourage rather than coerce her. She was ambivalent about obliging his tacit request. After so many years of marriage, it was obvious when his orgasm was becoming eminent. She allowed a few inches of David's pale shaft to emerge from her lips so that his glans was in her mouth rather than in her throat. She had learned years ago that every man's semen had its own distinctive aroma and flavor. It was unfortunate that her husband's semen was rather objectionable compared to other's. She wanted to savor the bouquet in her mouth anyway. She owed him at least that much.
Deanna was bemused to hear David gallantly warning her, "I'm almost ready to blow my load," while his gentle grip silently implored her to continue to fellate him. She continued to suck on his penis until she could feel and taste the first jet of semen spurting into her mouth then another and another. She suppressed the urge to gag, pull away or spit.
Deanna wasn't naïve enough to presume that her husband didn't masturbate during his prolonged absences. However; the volume of his ejaculation assured her that he hadn't masturbated often or recently. She resolutely kept her lips sealed around his penis to ensure that none of his precious essence would escape. As she eagerly swallowed his semen, the knowledge that hundreds of millions of David's sperm were being condemned to a futile death in her stomach rather than be allowed the opportunity to bring forth life in her womb provoked guilt and regret while perversely inflaming her arousal.
After she had finished swallowing all but traces of David's semen, Deanna released his penis from her mouth then laid down beside him to cuddle with her head on his shoulder. The couple remained silent until David simply stated rather than asked or accused, "your boyfriend has been visiting you again while I was out of town."
