Hello, based on some comments I've received on some of my stories I wanted to place this disclaimer: There is no disease in the World of John and Julie. Julie is not leaving John. John is not leaving Julie. They are happy with their lives.
If you don't like reading about a husband and wife having fun, then PLEASE STOP HERE. Because quite honestly, no one wants to hear your troll comments about the sanctity of marriage, blah, blah, blah. If you believe in that so much, then don't read a "Loving Wife" story. Whew, now that that is off my chest...ENJOY!
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--- Let's Play Pool At Home ---
John and Julie are a thirtyish couple who have been married for 10 years. High school sweethearts, they dated through college and were married shortly after. They both have good jobs and are living the American dream. Kids are on the horizon, but they wanted to have fun together before taking on the responsibility of children. Their sex life is great, and they still have sex three times a week.
In their upscale home, they have a game room with a full-size pool table, where they shoot pool on occasionally on the weekends. Sometimes, they shoot strip pool. This is one of those nights.
The rules were simple, each player had to have five articles of clothing on them. The first to lose all their clothing had to succumb to the wishes of the winner.
John had a t-shirt, gym shorts, a pair of socks, and a baseball cap on. Julie of course, went as sexy as she could with a two-piece nighty with a G-string bottom that showed off her gorgeous ass and a tiny top that barely contained her beautiful 35C breasts, touting hard nipples already. She added a pair of thigh-high black fishnet stockings with two-inch stilettos (they had both agreed that her stockings and shoes could be a single item each because she knew how much those stilettos turned John on) and finished her ensemble with a black ribbon, holding her jet-black hair in a ponytail.
Drinks in hand, they made their way to the game room for a night of fun. John won the lag for break and Julie racked the balls for the first game of 8-ball. She made sure that her breasts hung over the table while she racked the pool balls, giving John a perfect view.
"Damn girl." Is all John could say. He never grew tired of seeing his sexy wife showing off her assets.
"I'm glad you approve." Was Julie's reply, giving him a wink as she pulled away from the table.
John won the first game, with Julie removing her black hair ribbon with her hair spilling over her shoulders. Losing the second game, John removed his cap. As John racked the balls for the third game, Julie snuggled up behind him, reaching around to massage his cock through his shorts. John took his time racking and enjoyed Julie's hand rubbing up and down his now erect shaft. Her other hand snaked between his legs to caress his heavy balls. She loved teasing him.
"I'm not gonna last long if you keep that up." John moaned.
Julie took the hint and pulled away, but not before giving him a deep, sensual kiss. Julie lost the next game and removed her panties, giving John a perfect view of her shaved pussy. As she bent over to rack the balls, John decided to pay her back for playing with him by sliding his hand between her legs and caressing her pussy. His middle three fingers moved up and down her slippery slit, sometimes resting on her clit, rubbing it gently.
"I'm, not gonna last either Mister." She moaned.
John stopped, not wanting her to come just yet.
Julie was on tonight and won the next three games, leaving John with only his shorts and one sock on. Julie lost the next two and was now down to her stockings. She looked stunning, naked with thigh-high fishnets coming up those long legs to her mid-thigh. As Julie racked the balls, John couldn't resist, pulling out his now hard eight inches and stroking it while sitting in his bar chair.
"Now John." Julie said, jokingly reprimanding him. But John just kept stroking.
"You are the sexiest woman I've ever seen." He said, not believing he was married to such a stone cold hottie.
"You're so sweet." Julie said, moving towards him now.
She stood between his legs and leaned in for a sultry, wet kiss. She then moved down to his nipples and sucked them gently while at the same time, taking over his stroking with her right hand. She then reached down with her left hand and began frigging her own fiery, wet pussy, moaning along with John.
"Fuck baby." Was all John could say.
Julie then moved down to his cock and engulfed him with one swift motion. She knew he'd be able to get hard again, and right now, she wanted a nice, big, mouthful of his cum. She was a pro at not only doing many things at once (Piano playing taught her how to use both hands in separate motions), but also at timing her orgasm to hit exactly at the moment when the first shot of cum splashed on the back of her throat.
John knew what she wanted, having seen this scenario play out many times before. He also knew how to heighten the experience even more for Julie...Dirty talk.
"That's it bitch." He began. "Suck that nice, hard cock and frig that pussy. I haven't come in four days, so you'd better be ready for a big, warm load."
"MmmHmmm." Is all Julie could muster, not wanting to stop her sucking and interrupt her timing.
Her head now bobbed up and down on the top part of John's shaft while her right hand stroked the bottom half at an ever-increasing speed. Her left hand was now frantically rubbing her pussy, occasionally inserting three fingers, fucking herself.
"Mmmmm. Fucking yourself." John noticed. "My baby thinking about another cock maybe stuffing that pussy while you suck hubbies' cock?" He knew this nasty talk sent her over the edge. While they both knew they'd never go outside the marriage, fantasy was always fun.
"Yeah baby." John continued. "Fuck that pussy. Suck that cock. I'm close. I'm close."
Julie could feel the cum bubbling up John's shaft and as usual, her timing was perfect. As the first shot of cum hit the back of her mouth, she began trembling in an electrical orgasm. His cum was warm, salty, bitter and slid down her throat with ease. John held her head on his shaft, knowing she loved being 'made' to swallow his load. As both orgasms subsided, Julie looked up at John, with a sly look on her face. She never made him do it. She always asked permission with that look, hoping John would grant it. John brought her up from the kneeling position and leaned in for a deep kiss. He loved the taste of his cum in Julie's mouth and he knew it turned her on. Pulling back, Julie placed the three fingers that had just been fucking her pussy into her own mouth, licking them clean, and returning to John for another deep, sensual kiss. Julie then gave John a big hug.
"Wow!" Is all Julie could muster.
"Yeah, wow!" John responded, leaning back in his chair.
