I had been in a fundamentalist church for fifteen years. I played by all the rules, looked like Clark Kent and now I was kicked to the curb by Interpolitical Nepotism. I lost my position with the church that I had built up so remarkable in the last five years.
I was floored when my wife, Jan, said she wanted to stay in the church that double crossed her husband. On second thought, this church taught rigidly that a woman forfeits her rights to her husband and it was custom designed that a man was all power and the woman a tool in the hands of the man. A woman could refuse a man nothing at all and be right with the church. Realizing that she would never be happy unless there, I agreed that she could stay at the church that betrayed me.
Gradually, she began to watch changes take place within my life. Once when I came home and gave her the groceries, she noticed the six pack of beer in one bag and was horrified. But she could say nothing, I was still the head of the household-no matter what. Her next discovery was that I had purchased a pipe and would smoke that evenings on the porch. This again, shocked her and I am sure she was not happy with the idea, but she knew that the wife's role was not to question the husband. The next change was probably my appearance going from Ted Turner to Ted Nugent.
Although she went on record as saying that she loved my hair short instead of long, during lovemaking, she could not keep her fingers out of it, stroking it while I fucked her. After the purchase of a Harley 750, I could tell that she was more and more attracted to the new me. In times past, sex was ok, I asked and she gave like she was supposed to do but the zeal was not always at the highest level I thought it could have been. Platonically, we still got along great, although sometimes I would look at her looking at me like she thought like I went to the edge of the world and fell off.
Then one night we went out Graybar road which was a road in the middle of no where. It winded 25 miles through the woodlands and at the end of the road there was an extension road that connected another big highway. Heading down the road, I had to piss so bad, I could hardly stand it, so I stopped the car in the middle of this old road, killed the engine and jumped out of the car.
When the door shut behind me, I think then I realized how all alone we were way out there. The road was straight and you could see probably eight miles in front of you and eight miles behind you with no problem. So, I walked directly in front of the car, the headlights serving as a spotlight and unzipped and hauled out my cock so that I knew that she would either be looking at it or down at her shoes. I pissed while looking through the windshield at her staring at my cock. I flipped my cock off several times and then stroked it. It was then that she looked down. I knew the windows were down because the night air was perfect, so I walked toward her window with my cock in my hand and I looked down at her and said, "suck it."
She looked up at me with big brown eyes and said, "What???"
I replied firmly, "you heard me, open your mouth and suck my dick."
Jan leaned her head halfway out the window and began to touch the tip of my dick with her tongue. "I haven't got all night," I chimed. As she opened her mouth she encircled about a quarter of the head of my dick in her mouth and began to move her mouth back and forth on it. I let her keep this up for about three minutes, her mouth never going beyond half of the head of my pecker in it, so I decided to change tactics. I pulled out of her mouth with a plop and opened the car door.
"Get out" I urged.
As she slipped out of the car, I put my hands on her shoulders and pushed her to her knees. Surprisingly, she went down on her knees and opened her mouth and engulfed my dick like a starved whore. Jan began breathing hard and working her mouth with more experience now almost getting the entire head of my dick in her mouth. I reached behind her and grabbed the back of her head and pushed her about four more inches down it and held her head there while I fucked her face.
Jan pulled off gagging, but then threw her mouth back on my cock and started sucking me off. Jan began breathing hard and rubbing herself below her skirt. Jan looked up at me and said, "You can give me more of it in my mouth if you want too, I will try." I again held her head and started some fast thrusts in and out of her mouth and she was keeping up with me. She reached up with her free hand and began to stroke my large balls leaning against her chin. I finally had to pull out or I would blast her throat prematurely-after all, I wanted to enjoy this. "What's wrong, did I do something wrong? If I did I am very sorry! Did I not do it right?"
"You are doing fine. I want you to get up and open up the glove box though." I could tell she did not want to leave what she was doing and that she was very aroused. She had her hand on the glove box but she was craning her head back looking at my hard pecker until she released the door of the glovebox and it fell with a jolt. She looked inside and her eyes were big as saucers. "Cigars! You smoke cigars! Oh my, no. Wh Wha wha."
"Bring me that Big One, the Onyx...and the lighter." The cigar had been precut and was ready for enjoyment. I took the cigar from her hand and looked into her eyes. "Light it for me" I said. She flipped the lighter about three times before she got a flame and she held it to the end of the cigar. "Make sure it burns evenly," I coached her. I took about five draws against the flame and the cigar was a glowing red lantern.
