We were sitting on the couch watching TV when my husband told me that he had to run over to The Home Depot to get something. It was 8 o'clock at night. This wasn't the first time that he had to run out "to get something" at odd times. This had been going on for quite some time, maybe for the last couple of months, like twice a week. I said OK and he told me that he would be right back.
As soon as I heard his garage door close, I ran out to my car, determined to follow him. Something was up and I wanted to know what was going on. I stayed well enough behind him so he wouldn't see me following him. It was night anyway, so I wasn't going to be detected. My heart was pounding from anxiety.
I breathed a sigh of relief when he pulled into the parking lot at The Home Depot. He hadn't lied to me after all. I was about to turn around and head home when I noticed that he wasn't parking near the entrance to the store but at the darkened end of the parking lot. He parked next to another car that had someone in it. I took a chance and drove by. It was a man in the car. My heart started pounding again. What was going on? I parked a few rows away but directly behind his car.
My husband and the man in the car seemed to be talking in a fairly animated way. I was taken by surprise when my husband seemed to lean down as if he was putting his head in the other man's lap. But then I saw the back of my husband's head bobbing up and down. Oh my God! He was giving the man a blowjob. I was in a state of shock, to say the least. The activity went on for several more minutes when my husband finally came up for air. The two men spoke for a minute and then my husband got out of the car and started to walk towards the store. I had to get out of there and get home before he did.
How I got home, I'll never know. I couldn't get the vision out of my head of my husband giving some guy a blow job in the parking lot at The Home Depot. I was in a state of shock. I got home and settled myself on the couch. I didn't know if I was going to go ballistic or what. I had to calm down.
I started to think about it. OK, it wasn't another woman. We'd been married for quite a long time and our sex life was still great. I had no real complaints other than I wouldn't mind it if we had sex a little more often. Our repertoire included all sorts of toys, gay and lesbian as well as straight porn. We were both always turned always on by whatever we watched. I was really befuddled at what I had just seen.
I heard his garage door open. When he walked in he called up to me to tell me he was home. Did you get what you need, I asked. Yup, they had exactly what I was looking for, was his reply. I was never much for home improvement so I thought better of asking him what he had to have at 8 o'clock at night. He sat down next to me on the couch and we settled in for an evening of TV. He leaned over to give me a little peck on the lips as he often did. Our lips touched for a moment. I wanted desperately to run my tongue across my lips to see if I could taste anything strange, like cum, but I just couldn't do it. He put his hand on my leg and moved to the inside of my thigh.
What the hell was going on? Was this truly the explanation for all the times he just had to go out to get something at odd times? The auto parts store, the drugstore, or the liquor store? I really hadn't noticed any difference in our bedroom activity except- wait a minute!! He was definitely hornier after his nighttime excursions. Like right now. This evening was going to end up with a bang!
We embraced. His hand went under my t-shirt and began rubbing my breasts, tweaking the nipples with a firmness that was quite exciting, considering the thoughts that were swirling in my head. We kissed solidly, his tongue reaching into my mouth like a snake crawling into its hole. I thought I tasted something a little different! He took my shirt off and then my sweatpants. I was wearing a tiny thong that hardly covered me. My labia were swollen, flushed with a deep red color, and sticking out from the thong. I was so wet. My husband went down on his knees between my legs and ate me out like a man possessed. I came so easily from the tongue-licking I was getting.
I tapped my husband and he raised his head from my crotch. No more, I said. I had come a couple of times and was just too sensitive for any more tongue play. I wanted to suck his cock. He got up from his knees and sat down on the couch next to me. His mouth was coated with my juice. I leaned over and kissed him deeply and then bent down and took his cock in my mouth. I told him to relax and let me make him feel good. He pushed himself back into the couch and, with a deep sigh, all the tension left his body.
Our lovemaking, normally enough to keep me excited, had taken a back seat to my thoughts about my husband's secret activities. As I sucked his cock, all I could think of was his head bobbing up and down while he was blowing some guy. I took as much of him in my mouth as I could. I think that I took him deeper than I had ever done before. I could feel his cock swelling and becoming harder as he approached his orgasm. If he was good at it, I was better. He put his hand on my head and pushed me down. I could feel the head of his cock banging against the back of my throat. And then, with a deep moan, his cock erupted like an oil well, shooting spurt after spurt of his semen into my mouth.
"Please don't swallow it!!" he said softly.
I had always swallowed before. What was I going to do with it? He raised my head up and put his lips on mine. I felt his tongue reach into my mouth, but not to French kiss me. He wanted his cum. As his tongue swept my mouth, I could feel a little bit of suction. He wanted me to snowball him. I gave him what he was asking for. I transferred as much of his cum into his mouth as I could. I expected to get it back, to share it with him, but he wanted it for himself. This was something new and it was exciting. He could have fucked me right then and there, I was so hot. I leaned into him to kiss him. The cum was gone. He had swallowed it.
"Wow! That was different. How come, and no pun intended?" I said with a smile.
"The guys at work were talking about a guy tasting his own cum by taking it from his wife's mouth after a blowjob. They all said they wouldn't do it but the thought of it turned me on, so I wanted to try it. Anyway, if they're talking about it, you know somebody's doing it."
"So, what do you think? Did you like it? Did it taste good?"
"The taste wasn't anywhere near as bad as I thought it would be. And it was really hot to do it."
"Would you do it again?"
"For sure. As a matter fact, I'm starting to get hard just thinking about it."
Yup. His dick was starting to chub up. Of course it wasn't as bad as he thought it would be. He's a cocksucker, after all, so he knows what cum tastes like. I know from the blowjobs I've given in my life, it tastes different with each guy but yet it tastes the same.
"How about taking care of my friend here. He's a stand-up guy!" he said with a chuckle, showing me his refreshed hard-on.
I was super turned on.
"Look, my mouth is tired, and my pussy is way too sensitive. I'll give a handjob."
"I can do that without you. How about..., you know?"
I knew but I reserved my backdoor for special moments. I could feel my clit throbbing. This was one of those special moments. I smiled.
He opened the drawer on the coffee table and took out a bottle of silicon lube.
Turn around and bend over."