This is Part 3 of story #31 of my series about my post-marital sexual journey. Read the first story (Babysitter Lauren) or my profile, for any background needed. You may see references to prior stories/people, but for the most part each story stands on its own.
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Soccer Moms Week 3
Michelle texted me the following Monday, saying she had gotten her period Sunday, and while normally she has no issues with period sex, it was pretty heavy and she'd rather not, unless I insisted.
She suggested, "I can come give you a blow job, or we can figure something else out."
I said, "Just c'mon over and hang out and let's just see what happens."
She came over and we hugged and gave a quick peck on the lips, and I gave her a cup of coffee. We sat and chatted about the weekend games and activities, and had a pretty good couple of laughs.
After 45 minutes or so, she excused herself to use the bathroom, and I did the same, to brush away the coffee breath. I had moved to the living room sofa, and soon she joined me. We were both wearing sweat pants, casual today, maybe due to the circumstances, although it's not like we ever went out on a date, so why dress up.
She leaned over and kissed me, then knelt down and untied the string of my sweatpants. I suppose I had been expecting this, so I was already half hard.
She noticed, "You are always ready, aren't you?"
"When you're around, yes."
She blushed at the compliment and worked my pants down my legs and off. She studied my cock and balls in her hands while she lightly caressed each, almost like one would do when petting a cat. She just stroked me, looking, studying, tracing the large blue vein with her fingers and playing with the rim.
"How big are you?" she asked.
"Six five" I replied.
"No dip shit," she laughed. "How big is your dick?"
I said, "Last time anyone measured it (Trish -about a month prior), about eight and a half inches."
She said, "Where do you keep a measuring tape, I want to measure."
"Does it matter?"
"Yes," she laughed as she ran to the kitchen, "Size always matters! And inquiring minds want to know."
She walked over with a sewing tape and knelt back down, taking me into her mouth and working me to my full hardness, sucking and stroking until I was just about ready to come. Then she sat back and employed the tape measure.
"You were right, I get eight and just over half inches. Holy shit!"
Then she wrapped it around to get the circumference.
"Seven inches. Wow, big boy. Tom is six long and four and a half around, and I knew you were a lot bigger."
She grabbed my cock with her hand and squeezed, hard, pushing the blood up to the head and making my cockhead turn dark red, almost purple.
"Very sexy dick," she said.
Some precum had formed when she squeezed, and she licked that away with her tongue and resumed the blowjob. She was taking her time, in no rush since sex was off the table, and I was enjoying this long, slow, sensuous blowjob from this incredible woman.
I started to approach my orgasm again, and she must have sensed it, because she stopped.
"Bitch," I said, and she laughed.
"Not yet big boy."
She took a break, slowly stroking me again while we talked some more.
"When you come in a woman's mouth, do you prefer to shoot it deep in her throat, or on her tongue?"
"Well," I responded, "tricky question. I like both of course, but I do enjoy the feeling of having my dick deep in a woman's throat. You got it last week so you know what I mean."
She laughed and slapped my leg. "Careful wise ass, I have your jewels in my control. What about facials? Do you like to come on a woman's face? That's like a power or humiliation thing, isn't it?"
"Yeah, I've done that a couple of times. I don't necessarily consider it a humiliation thing, but it can be I guess. Some women get off on the humiliation aspect of it, the role playing you know. Like being called names. It all depends on the circumstances. Whatever people are into is on them. I'm always up for whatever someone asks for."
"It's hot when you call me names," she said. "Makes me feel like I'm being controlled and used. Don't ever do it it normal conversation though, I'll cut your balls off!!"
I laughed and crossed my heart.
Michelle pressed further, "What about anal?"
"No thanks," I said. "My ass is exit only."
She hit my leg again, "You wise ass, I meant on the girl. Do you like to fuck women in the ass?"
"Why are you asking all this Michelle, are these things that you like? Do you want me to fuck your ass and come on your face?"
"Well," she said, "we've been together only two times, and you've come in my mouth twice, fucked my throat until I gagged, slapped my ass, pulled my hair, had your tongue and finger in my ass, and called me a slut and a cunt and I think a whore too. So, I feel like we are moving in that direction."
"Maybe," I laughed. "Time will tell I suppose."
She went back to my cock with her mouth, deeper this time and with more purpose, her mouth and tongue working wonders on me. I put my hand on her head and guided her motions, and for the third time I could feel myself on the brink. Suddenly she stopped again, and pulled her mouth and hands away.
