Jenn gave her husband a mostly respectable kiss through the open car window. "Have fun on your trip, honey."
Tom sighed, but winked at his wife. "Thanks, but this one is gonna be tough––almost tougher than leaving our bed for a whole week." He waggled his eyebrows in his half-serious, half-joking way.
She grinned impishly. "Then I'm just going to have to make our bed more interesting, to keep you here more."
He looked bewildered, and just a bit scared. "
More
interesting? How would that be possible?"
"I'll just have to find a way to show you while you're gone, now won't I?"
Tom responded by leaning into the car and kissing her deeply. It never ceased to surprise Jenn just how electric his kisses could be, and as always, this one left her gasping, wanting more. The things that man could do with his tongue…She forced herself to stop daydreaming before she got too distracted.
"Now, when I get back, I'm gonna show you just how much I missed you," he smiled confidently. As he turned to carry his luggage into the airport, Jenn swatted her husband's butt and admired the view as he walked away. Only after he could no longer be seen through the sliding glass doors did she pull away from the terminal.
She sighed deeply: one whole week without him and that wonderful tongue. Whatever was she going to do? Or perhaps more accurately, whatever was she going to do
first
?
Tom's kiss at the airport and the memory of his tight ass were so powerful that during the drive home, Jenn had her hand deep in her sweats by the time she hit the highway. She didn't let herself finish, wanting to extend the slow burn until she could enjoy it properly, rather than being interrupted at an inconvenient time by noticing that she just missed her exit.
Jenn went home and headed straight for the shower. After starting the water, she padded back to the bedroom so the water could heat up. She stripped off her sneakers and sweats quickly, smiling as she remembered the look on Tom's face when they left home for the airport as he swatted her bottom and noticed that there was nothing on under the sweats.
She pulled her dark hair out of the ponytail and gave it a shake. As she walked back towards the bathroom, she spied her reflection in the mirror and wondered if the woman she'd been just a year ago would even recognize the woman looking back.
The outside looked more or less the same: long dark hair, soft brown eyes and full lips that were quick to smile. OK, the thick eyebrows were a bit different, trimmed at a more severe angle now, and her cheekbones were accentuated a bit more these days by her makeup, when she wore any. Her broad shoulders and generous hips were the same, of course, although her abs were a bit more toned than previously: they did see a lot more use now, she reflected with a grin. If she was more rounded in form than the ridiculously chimerical 36-24-36 ideal, well, so much the better.
But as she looked into the eyes of the woman in the mirror, she could see the changes inside: sexually confident, at peace with her body, a tigress in bed. The woman who dared her to look back was a woman who delighted in the idea of being with men and women for her husband's enjoyment.
Although they never seriously discussed inviting another person into their marital bed, it was becoming a more common shared fantasy during sex. From time to time, after a few glasses of pinot noir, they would sometimes discuss their friends and acquaintances as possibilities in an abstract fashion, but invariably ruled all of them out: no attraction; known resistance to the idea; in one case, a fear of STDs. But the idea itself continued to grow in power, as a hurricane might while coursing through the ocean.
An involuntary shudder of both excitement and cold interrupted Jenn's train of thought, and she realized she'd been standing in front of the mirror for several minutes. With a laugh at how easily sidetracked she was, she padded back to the bathroom and the siren song of the removable shower head.
As Jenn stepped into the bathroom, she was struck by the curtain of steam that already formed thanks to her inattention. Smiling to herself, she got into the shower and savored the enveloping warmth of the mist. It was a poor substitute for her husband's embrace, but it would have to do for the next few days.
That thought recalled the memory of the way her husband looked while walking into the airport terminal earlier. While most people dressed for comfort when flying—and Tom was no exception—there was something about the way he filled out a pair of black jeans. Mm…Jenn turned into the water so that the stream could massage her already-sensitive breasts and follow the curve of her body down between her legs.
After enjoying the sensation for a minute, Jenn realized that what she really wanted was to have something inside her, but didn't want to leave the cozy surroundings of the shower. Looking around the shower turned up nothing suitable, until she spied a present Tom must have left for her: a new, bright purple vibrator.
Enjoying the idea of being able to tell him all about her first test drive with it, she eagerly picked it up for a moment, enjoying the heft of it. She tentatively turned it on, but nothing happened. She smiled to herself, knowing that Tom must have forgotten to add the batteries.
Jenn put it back down for now and removed the shower head from its holder. Many mornings started off so pleasantly with it, especially lately. Today would be no exception, or so she thought.
Jenn luxuriated in the warmth of the water for a moment longer before turning the shower head towards her breasts, watching as the sensation of the water and the massage setting brought her nipples fully to attention. As she sighed contentedly, her left hand reached up and began pinching and stroking one nipple as the right languidly removed the shower head from its housing and slowly guided the jet of water towards its ultimate destination.
With the first kiss of water to her sensitive and engorged clit, she cried out in her pleasure. "God, but I wish you were," she moaned to her absent husband.
Then she had an idea. If she enjoyed it when Tom told her fantasies while they made love, why shouldn't she try it herself?
With a twinge of regret, Jenn turned the shower head from her crotch and aimed it underneath with one hand while reaching around and snaking a finger into her once-virgin ass. Already wet, it was easy to slip first one, then two fingers inside as she put the shower head back where she needed it and began fantasizing.
Jenn imagined herself alone in a wooded glade during a hot summer day. A small stream trickled merrily nearby and light flashed as it reflected on its surface. She was wearing a cotton sundress in a white on black print and a matching broad-brimmed hat that accentuated her full figure and thick, raven hair. The scent of moss filled the air.
As she passed a particularly large tree, she could see something behind it: a young man of perhaps nineteen or twenty, so beautiful in his nakedness that Jenn couldn't breathe for a moment. She crouched down immediately in order not to draw his attention and soon realized that he was jerking himself off. He was backlit, the sun profiling him as Jenn's eyes continued down his chiseled body as she confirmed her suspicions. The sight of him, combined with the heat, made Jenn a bit faint.
She slowly crept forward before realizing what she was doing: here she was, a married woman, trying to get closer to a naked man. Why? But as quickly as the thought flashed in her mind, it was gone again, and she continued approaching this incredible-looking creature.
Suddenly, he stopped and turned directly towards her. "I see you," he called in a deep, rumbling voice that made her knees weak.
Seeing no point in staying in a crouch, she stood up. "And here I am," she answered, as if it was the most natural thing in the world for a married woman to be caught spying on a beautiful man pleasuring himself.
"So come on over here."
Her mind screamed, "What are you doing? He's practically half your age!" but she almost ran to him. God, he was even better-looking up close: dark-complected, piercing green eyes that rested above pronounced cheekbones, full, sensuous lips, an appealingly rakish angle to his eyebrows…Jenn knew that she needed to be closer to him.
As she got closer, he smiled haughtily. "You liked watching me, didn't you? I bet it excited you."
Dazzled by his beauty, Jenn could only nod and whisper, "Yes."
"Yeah , I bet it did." Putting his hands on his hips, he just smiled and his swollen member jumped. "Show me how much."
Without even thinking about it, Jenn fell to her knees before him in the classic position and began licking the head of his cock, savoring the salty sweetness of his pre-cum.
Why was she so powerless to resist him? What was it that made her want—no, need
to submit?
He reached down and pulled her hat off. "Mm…that's good. You do that like you love giving head."
Jenn looked up, her mouth full of his head and just an inch or two of his shaft and merely nodded, meeting his intense gaze.
"That's it: keep looking me in the eye as you do that."
Jenn hummed her agreement, making him shift his weight. Then she began to try to take all of him. As always, she used the upper part of her palate to stroke the spot behind his head, forcing him to moan. It took a minute or two but slowly, she was able to take his full length and was rewarded for her determination by the intoxicating aroma of his pre-cum from the base of him with each stroke. She matched the rhythm he used when she first spied him, using long, slow, deep strokes.
"Oo, yeah," he grunted. "Show me how much you like sucking my dick. Damn, yeah!"
He shifted his weight again and after a while, began thrusting into her mouth. Jenn could smell the scent of her own arousal, made sharper by the wrongness of it all: a married woman sucking off a complete stranger—not even knowing his name! No—not just sucking him off, but worshipping his cock!
He began grunting more now, thrusting with renewed purpose and she knew he was nearly done. She bore down on him now, determined to swallow every drop, now that she could feel how close he was.
Then he surprised her by slipping out of her mouth. He couldn't have been more than a few strokes away. Shocked, she looked up at him.
He met her gaze and gave her a smile that almost made her fall over. "No, I don't want to waste it by having you swallow. I need more than just that," and as he said it knelt down beside her.
