Author's Note: This is a work of fiction, obviously, as you'll soon realize. It started with the premise of "if I had the perfect wife, how would she act." To any women who might be reading this, I fully recognize and admit that my real wife could write a similar story about her perfect husband, and it would probably bear little resemblance to me. Still, we manage to make it work. However, that didn't stop me from writing a story about "what if?"
"God, this movie sucks!" Taylor thought to himself.
A mother and daughter were on the big-screen TV bawling their eyes out. Taylor was pretty sure the old lady had told her daughter she had inoperable brain cancer or breast cancer or some kind of cancer, and now there were emotional explosions threatening to tear the TV off the wall.
It's not that Taylor was insensitive; it's just that when it came to movies, he was much more of a physical explosion kind of guy instead of the emotional variety. Still, he agreed to watch it because his wife, Madison, really wanted to see it, and frankly, he'd put up with anything to make her happy.
If Taylor knew one thing, it was that he had the perfect wife.
She was smart, beautiful, incredibly sexy, and she lived to please him. He wasn't sure if her desire to please him made him want to please her all the more or if he just wanted to because he desperately loved her, but regardless, he was more than willing to suffer through this "way-to-much-like-real-life" bullshit of a movie if it made Madison happy.
He glanced over at his blonde wife. She was so fucking cute sitting there with her hair in a ponytail. She was dressed for bed, which meant she was wearing a clingy white tank top with "Who Dat Girl" emblazoned across the front, and a simple pair of tiny bikini panties. The tank showed off her well-toned arms, but you probably wouldn't have noticed because your eyes would have been instantly drawn to her perfectly sculpted breasts. They were larger than average, but not so big that she was top heavy. The sheer fabric of the shirt could not contain Madison's large nipples, which at the moment were prominently extended, sticking out like two light switches just waiting to be turned on.
"God, this movie sucks!" Madison said.
Taylor looked up from the objects of his lust in surprise.
Had he actually voiced his thoughts out loud? No, of course not. Madison had simply been reading his mind as usual.
"I thought you wanted to see it," Taylor said, trying his best to hide the hope in his voice that he might not have to endure this torture much longer.
"I did," Madison replied, "but I had no idea it would be so fucking depressing. Change the channel to the tennis match. I know you would rather be watching it."
Taylor palmed the remote and punched in the number for ESPN2. The early rounds of the Aussie Open were on. A couple of guys Taylor had never heard of were playing. They were both from "Stan" countries. One was from Dickistan or some such place, and the other was from Whogivesafuckistan. He really didn't care. All those countries were the same.
Madison crawled across the couch and put her head in his lap. He thought maybe she was going to take a little nap while he watched the match, but he couldn't hide the stirring in his groin, and he knew she could feel his dick hardening against her cheek.
"Who's playing?" she asked, seemingly not noticing the effect she was having on him.
"Beats me," Taylor said, suddenly not interested in tennis at all. "I've never heard of these guys.
"Hmm," Madison murmured as her fingers began to trace a path up the inside of his leg and into the opening of his tennis shorts.
He sighed as he felt her fingernails scratch against the fabric of his underwear. His cock continued to harden as she cupped his balls, squeezing and tugging gently in a way that made his breath catch in his throat.
Lifting her head from his lap and looking into his eyes, she said, "Take these off. I want you in my mouth."
Taylor groaned. He loved it when she took control and told him what she wanted, and who was he to deny her?
Pulling the drawstring on his shorts and raising his hips, he pushed down his shorts and underwear, and his stiff cock slapped against his belly, pointing northward like a compass that had found its way.
Madison rested her head on his thigh and began to leisurely stroke his manhood, at first applying feathery touches and gradually growing firmer.
Taking him in her fist, she extended her tongue until the tip lightly brushed against that sensitive area just under the head. His cock jerked at the sensation, but Madison quickly pulled it back and engulfed him in her mouth.
Taylor moaned. Was there any greater sensation than to feel your hard cock in the warm, sweet embrace of your woman's mouth? That was a rhetorical question.
There were so many things to love about Madison, but Taylor wasn't ashamed to admit that her cocksucking abilities were second to none. He had been with quite a few women in his life. His college days seemed to be one long string of short-term relationships, and it never ceased to amaze him how bad most women were at sucking cock.
They were always quick to complain when the guy didn't know his way around a clitoris, but few seemed to put much effort into learning how to please their man.
Madison was definitely the exception. She was voracious -- at reading that is -- and she loved to study about sex, about different techniques and positions, and basically, how to please him. She would read articles online, order books through the mail and even watch porn tutorials to learn different techniques. Taylor appreciated her dedication.
"Ahhhh!" Taylor moaned. "God, all that self-learning sure paid off!" he thought.
As Madison flicked her tongue across the opening of his penis, her hand corkscrewed up and down the length of his cock that was wet with her saliva. The motion was incredible. It felt like she was siphoning the cum straight from his balls, working it up his urethra like an oilrig drilling for liquid gold.
Taylor slid his hand up her bare thigh and slipped his fingers under the leg opening of her panties. It was her turn for her breath to catch as his fingers pried apart her labia. He was not surprised to find that she was already wet, so his fingers slipped easily up and down her slit.
Madison took him fully into her mouth, bobbing her head up and down deeply, letting his cock hit the back of her throat.
Taylor knew what was coming. She relaxed her throat muscles, and breathing through her nose, she forced her head down on his cock and let it slip into her throat. The sensation was incredible. Her face was buried in his crotch and all 7 inches of his cock was fully encapsulated in her mouth.
She held steady for a few seconds, and then slowly eased him all the way out of her mouth, a small string of spittle linking her lips to the head of his cock, which was now dark and fully engorged. She looked up into his eyes, took another breath and swallowed him again. He tilted his head back in bliss at the feeling.
She repeated the process several more times as Taylor continued to finger her pussy, spreading her juices all around her pussy and down to her tight backdoor.
He had pulled her panties to the side, holding them out of his way as he gently inserted his middle finger into her pussy.
