Sincere thanks to Tx Tall Tales and MSTarot for their mentoring and to Privates1stClass for proofreading. Any remaining errors or issues are on me. I was crocheting a scarf while I edited.
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Laura was pissed.
Danny didn't know she was pissed, but she was. His eyes were closed when she discovered the evidence of his presumed infidelity, so he didn't see the brief look of rage that crossed her face like a passing storm cloud.
He certainly felt her rage, but he mistook the attack on his cock for something completely different— passion, hormones, extreme arousal brought on by slow dancing and a sexual-innuendo-filled toast by the best man at his cousin's wedding that day. Even love seemed a plausible explanation to his mind, which was clouded by desire, pleasure, and too many beers at the wedding.
At first he was right. The best man had managed a speech which seemed to be a wedding night instruction manual rivaling the Kama Sutra in details, and the running joke of the night was that someone must have stolen Grandma's hearing aids if he got away with that. In any case, the wedding reception was blanketed in sexual tension after the toast, and the repertoire of love songs and Martini Bar had more than a few couples French kissing on the dance floor.
Laura couldn't get her hands into his pants fast enough when they finally got to the car after what felt like an eternity kissing her husband's relatives goodbye.
"Hey! Slow down, Turbo," he said with a chuckle. "We live three miles away. You can't wait?"
Laura responded with a pout, "I just wanted to play with it in the car. C'mon. Let him out to play."
"Seriously," he retorted. "The last time you gave me a hand job in the car, we almost crashed into a playground full of kids. If I can wait, you can wait," he said as he placed Laura's hand on his fly outside of his pants.
Danny was quite erect, which only enticed Laura even more. She squeezed his cock with her left hand while the fingertips of her right hand traced the plunging neckline of her fancy-schmancy, red dress. It was dark out, but not so dark that Danny missed the spaghetti strap falling down her arm as her hand slipped inside of her neckline, headed for her left breast.
"Ooh, baby. It's too bad you're such a prude tonight," she purred. "Look," she said as they pulled up to the red light. "That guy likes it."
Danny glanced over and saw the driver of the pick-up truck in the right lane practically drooling over the scene in their little sports car. By the time the light turned green, Laura had slipped the straps down both of her arms, and her tits were completely exposed. As Danny stepped on the gas pedal, she gave a coy, little wave before giving her nipples a hard tweak.
"You're killing me, babe," Danny moaned. "Killing me."
As the sports car pulled into their street, they saw their neighbors, Joanie and Vince, getting out of their Lexus in the driveway. They had also been at the wedding, and Laura had spied them touching each other furtively under the table.
"Did you know Joanie is a travel agent?" Danny asked her.
"Yeah. She's always bragging about all the fabulous cruises she goes on. She's a pain in the ass," Laura replied, with a jealous edge to her voice.
"Yes, but your ass is nicer," Danny said, trying to appease her.
Arriving at home, they pulled into the attached garage. As Danny walked around to open Laura's door, Laura pulled the zipper on her dress down the rest of the way, so when she stepped out of the car, she also stepped out of her dress.
Danny sucked in a sharp breath, taking in his wife's almost naked figure. She was wearing nothing but a sweet red thong and high-heeled sandals. Her tits were still perky enough to go out without a bra, and Danny gave a slow whistle to show his appreciation. She grabbed his hand and led him into the house to the living room.
He reached for her, and pulled her close to him. He started humming their wedding song, "Wonderful Tonight," by Eric Clapton, and they swayed in unison. Danny ran his hands down Laura's sides, hooking his thumbs into the last, red slip of fabric she was wearing, and her thong fell to the floor. They kissed each other, starting slowly, and quickly building in intensity.
Laura could feel Danny's hard-on rubbing against her through his dress pants, and she unfastened his fly and pulled his pants down. His silk boxers stuck straight out over his erection, looking a little silly. Laura reached one hand into the front of his underwear and wrapped her cold hand around his cock.
"Mmm... Looks like somebody's ready for some fun," she murmured into his ear as she lowered his boxers to his knees.
Danny reached up to pull the chain to turn off the ceiling-mounted light, but Laura stopped him.
"I want to see what I'm doing, love," she said.
He replied by taking her head in his hands, kissing her softly on the lips, and shoving her playfully to her knees. He could see their reflection in the mirrored curio cabinet, and it was a vision usually found in a pornographic movie. A fully clothed man with his pants pulled down about to be sucked off by the gorgeous woman on her knees in front of him, wearing nothing but a teardrop-shaped onyx pendant and sexy sandals was certainly a rare image in Danny's reality, and it sent a shudder through his body when he realized he was about to be on the receiving end of that blow job.
"You're right. It's sexier with the lights on," he said.
Laura took a minute to inspect his cock before gobbling it down. She grabbed his cock by its thick base, and gave it a playful tug. She stuck her tongue out toward his slit, seeing the pool of pre-cum waiting to be devoured. She looked up at Danny and gave a coy smile. He smiled back before closing his eyes, tilting his head back and moaning out loud. His fingers were still laced through the hair on the top of her head.
She looked back down at the glistening head of his cock, when something odd caught her eye.
On the tip of his penis, there were three tiny specks of purple glitter shining back at her from the slippery drop of pre-cum.
Purple glitter? How the fuck did he get purple glitter on his cock? I don't own purple glitter! I wore red satin, for Christ's sake!
Laura opened wide, and slammed her mouth down on Danny's cock. Danny's response was a full-body shudder, and a low moan.
"Oh, fuck."
She sucked him harder than she ever had before, jacking the base of his cock hard enough to sting her lips when her mouth met her fist. She began to nibble, softly at first, and getting harder and harder until Danny cried out, certain that she had drawn blood.
Purple fucking glitter. Who the fuck was wearing purple fucking glitter?
Her mind raced through the catalogue of wedding guests, racking her brain for the woman in the purple glitter. And then it dawned on her. It was Joanie from next door. The dress was gorgeous, in a striking shade of purple with small bits of purple glitter all over.
That bitch.
She unconsciously turned up the volume on the already violent blow job.
Danny was moaning and thrashing around, believing that the ferocity with which his wife sucked his cock was due to the mood set by a sexy wedding, in sexy clothes, with sexy music. He felt his orgasm rising, welling up in his cock. He pulled her hair and started uttering incomprehensible sounds.
"Ung. Fuck. Oh, baby. Suck that cock. I'm gonna come. I'm gonna come!"
Laura felt his cock growing large and thick in her mouth, and she felt the spasms coming from the base of his cock. She sucked even harder as she felt the hot cum beginning to land on her tongue. She sucked the last drops, swallowed hard, and licked her lips. She looked up at Danny with a look of disgust and anger, and announced, "I'm getting a migraine."
She grabbed her purse from the floor and stalked off to the bedroom without another word, leaving Danny with his head spinning and his pants around his ankles.
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"Motherfucker!"
