"Sometimes I wish you were a bad boy," said Linda playfully.
"How so?"
"You are a good man, don't get me wrong. I just wish we had sex and you were naughty with me."
I looked down at the floor. I had lost my confidence with sex because of a one time reaction to medicine I was taking. It's been closer to two years than one now and although I'm off that medicine and onto another, I still remember the failure. It was humiliating.
"I'm sorry," I mumbled.
She touched my shoulder with her hand and then slid her arm around me. Her gesture was comforting and I turned to kiss her. With each lingering moment her reaction grew stronger and soon enough her tongue was in my mouth. She moved herself to align directly with the front of my body and now with both hands around her husband's shoulders, Linda made it very clear to me she was ready to rekindle our marriage in the bedroom.
I felt nervous, like the first time to go on a date with someone I wanted to impress. Linda was not nervous. She was elated and wanting to feel the physical pleasures only two people of a 20 year marriage can produce. She presses herself to me and we embrace tightly. I can feel her against my thighs, waist, stomach, and lips. She is warm, our kiss is passionate and I find myself letting go and going with the flow. My erection grows in my pants and Linda smiles during our kiss as she acknowledges the presence of my pleasure.
I don't want to blow this encounter. Pressure of performance weighs heavy on my mind. I know I can make her cum but can I cum too so she feels good about her own sexual prowess with me? That is the root of my fear, so she can feel good about herself. I press against her, feeling a needed friction in my pants in order to stay hard. There is a feeling of security in this kiss. It keeps me interested, physically stimulated and excited to be with her. But then she breaks our kiss and as she whispers "let's go upstairs," my insecurity returns as I recall the three masturbation sessions earlier today.
"I'm tired Linda. I don't think I can."
"Honey I know you can. You are hard, I felt you." She looks into my eyes with desperation in her own. The want of physical contact with her husband is plainly visible. I anguish over my selfish decisions earlier today as my cock softens. "It's no good," I say, "it's shrinking."
"God dammit Bob, no! I want you to relax and trust me. I'm going to make you feel whole again." As she spoke, Linda's hands went for the top button on my jeans and she deftly undid it. Then with one quick unzipping, she moved both hands into my pants. Her fingers immediately met their target and began massaging life back into it. I looked downward as I tower my beautiful blonde wife by nearly 9 inches and she looked upward at me with her mouth slightly ajar and a look of hope in her eyes.
Her hands had the effect of our kissing and I was hard again and thinking this might work. "I love you," I whispered. A smile formed on her lips and she winked at me as the tip of my cock grew to within centimeters of her face. The visual stirred my lust and I wonder if Linda knew that or what because in a flash she opened her mouth and took my cock in.
"Oh my God," I exclaimed. The warmth of her tongue, the wetness of her mouth as she slicked my cock with her saliva felt so fucking good to me. I repeated myself and then told her "it feels wonderful."
Linda kept going as though she were on a mission. She looked up at me, making eye contact only briefly before moving her mouth forward and downward. With each pass, Linda took me deeper into her mouth and throat and the feelings that surfaced were inward joy and outward confidence. My hands found her ears and I combed my fingers into her hair and rest my palms against her cheeks. As good as Linda's action felt, I couldn't help myself. Visions savage pornographic throat fucking entered my mind and made my cock even harder.
With ease, I stopped Linda's movement and began to saw my cock in and out of her warm wet mouth. As she acquiesced to my influence I said to her "bad boys like to fuck a woman's mouth like this." My words were like an aphrodisiac for both of us. No sooner had I shared this piece of information, my wife's throat relaxed and I pushed into her until her lips pressed my pubes into my flesh. She was holding me deep in her throat and I throbbed inside her with confidence coursing through me.
Lust had replaced my fear and I knew with this kind of slut wife behavior I was capable of cumming at least once more today. Linda tapped my hand and I relaxed my firm grip on her head so that she could withdraw and breathe deeply. Instead of withdrawing completely though, she kept my hard on in her mouth and inhaled through her nostrils. Her tongue bathed the underside of my meat stick and when she looked upward and into my eyes again I noticed a change.
A sort of glassy film covered her eyes, resembling the calmness of a pool just as the water cascades over the horizon and falls to another level just below. I move my hands alongside her scalp and rest my fingers along the back side of her head. Her hair is woven over my fingers and when I am ready to return to her throat, I say "just relax darling cause this bad boy is back."
Then I slammed myself into Linda's throat and held my self in place for several seconds as I let my cock throb. It's a powerful feeling to take a woman's throat in this manner, partially feeding her lust and partially forcing mine upon her. When her tap landed on my hand again I acquiesced on the pressure and let her slide off my rock hard cock. This time I withdrew completely from her lips, dragging with me a thick strand of throat spit. The line of saliva broke and fell to her chin as I held her head in my hands.
"You are a beautiful, sexy woman Linda" I said and smiled to her.
Her mouth was still open and her eyes wild with lust as she looked up at me. With a furtive glance she cast her eyes upon my wet cock and I said "take it in and take it deep darling. Show your man what a naughty wife you are."
With her hands at her sides Linda opened her mouth and took me inside her again. With ease she swallowed my cock until there was nothing left to swallow. At my pelvic bone, she sealed her lips on my shaft and then she stopped and waited. "That's it baby," I said to her. "Feel my cock throb in your endless throat and know that I intend to fuck it until I cum, because I can and because I want to. And, tonight is the night I am going to make you my slut wife. Isn't that right?"
Linda nodded as I held her head in my minds. With her acceptance, I began to saw my cock out of her throat and into her mouth only to push it back in and down her throat again. "A good slut learns quickly when to breathe-in as she lets her man use her throat as a cock sleeve." As I sawed out of her throat and let the tip remain in her mouth again, I inhaled deeply so as to teach her the proper timing and then I quietly exhaled as I plunged back into the depths of her throat again. The saliva that had been pooling in her mouth sprayed outward and clung to her face like wet glue. Mascara stained tears cascaded down her face and onto her neck. My slut wife was now acting as well as looking the part I needed.
Her hands moved to my thighs as I picked up the tempo of sawing in and out of her warm wet mouth and throat. With each pass, her throat saliva welled up in her mouth and then sprayed outward to coat her face. After several minutes of hard throat fucking, I stopped and withdrew completely. Linda's face was covered in a mixture of black stained tears, red lip gloss and thick saliva. My loving wife was ever present and so was the slut we needed her to be.
