Author's Note: Have you ever wondered what your perfect spouse would be like? Every person has their own wants, needs and desires and rarely do they find the person who can deliver on every point. Still, it's fun to fantasize. That's the premise of this story.
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Taylor took off his headset and put it back in its charging cradle. He'd just finished his fourth conference call of the morning and it was lunchtime. Working from home was a blessing, but it meant he spent most of his day on the phone.
Madison entered his home office. She kissed his neck and rubbed his shoulders.
"Tough morning?" she asked.
"Not really. Same shit, different day."
"Can you take a break to eat?" she asked taking a seat in the big leather chair catty-corner to his desk. She was wearing a tight light gray sweater dress that hugged her in all of the right places. It was pretty short, coming down to mid-thigh, and when she sat down, it rose up even higher on her legs.
Taylor thought she looked even more beautiful than normal. Madison ran her own business, providing home health-care nursing services for elderly and invalid patients. He was so proud of her because her business model required that at least half of their client population had to fit into the indigent category. She served those patients at little or no cost.
Madison crossed her long legs waiting for his reply.
"Sure," he said. "I'm starving. What did you have in mind?"
Madison uncrossed her legs and then crossed them again, but like the scene straight out of "Basic Instinct," for a brief moment Taylor could clearly see up her dress and that she was not wearing any panties.
"I'm sorry," she said. "I'm afraid you misunderstood. I wasn't talking about eating food. I was talking about you eating me." She uncrossed her legs again and lifted her hips so she could hike up her dress so that she was fully exposed.
"After last night, you owe me, buddy. My ass is still sore!"
Taylor's gaze was transfixed on the point between her legs as he thought back to last night when Madison had restrained herself between the posts of their bed so that he could spank her and then fuck her in both her pussy and her ass.
Propping her feet up on the seat of the chair, she spread her legs wide. "Are you just going to sit there staring or are you going bury your face in my pussy?"
Taylor slipped out of his executive chair and knee-walked over to her until he knelt between her legs like a penitent worshipping at the altar. Taylor was one of those weird men who loved to eat pussy. Truth be told, he actually enjoyed giving oral sex more than he liked receiving it, and he liked receiving it a lot.
The reason he liked giving it so much was that his wife liked getting it so much, and Taylor loved to do things that pleased her.
Moving his head between her thighs, he breathed in her aroma and could smell her arousal. He breathed deeply, loving the scent that was both fresh and animalistic at the same time.
He breathed out and she felt his warm, humid breath flow across her sensitive flesh, which was already getting wet.
Using his fingers, he gently began squeezing her outer lips, moving from the top of her pussy toward her ass. This pressure was very light, and she cooed in appreciation at the stimulation. He did the same to its twin and then lightly separated her outer lips to gently caress the inner lips.
Madison's juices were flowing freely now, and his tongue hadn't even touched her. He moved upward until he came to that little, shielded nubbin at the top of her slit. With his index finger, he lightly stroked it, coaxing it out from under its hood as it enlarged like a tiny penis.
Madison's eyes were fixated on her husband between her legs. She bit her lower lip and her hips were starting to thrust very subtly to increase the pressure.
His finger abandoned her clit and moved down toward her opening, circling around the outside and coating his finger with her juices. Leaning in, he flicked his tongue across her clit ever so lightly. Madison groaned.
His finger continued to tease her opening as he ran his tongue down between her inner and outer lips before moving back to her clit.
With his left hand, he reached up to touch her breast through her sweater dress. The design of the dress would not allow him to make skin-to-skin contact, and she regretted her wardrobe choice even though she knew he really liked her in that dress.
Despite the fabric barrier, though, his touch caused her nipples to harden, and she sighed in pleasure. He allowed a finger to slip into her vagina a little -- not much -- just up to the first knuckle as he settled into a rhythm with his tongue on her clit.
Madison's hips moved in a complementary motion, anticipating where his tongue would next be so that exactly the right part of her pussy was there to meet it.
He added a second finger to her vagina, pressing down lightly on the bottom of her opening and creating a new sensation that delighted her. He released her breast and moved his left hand to her ass. She loved to have it stroked while he was going down on her.
He grasped her left cheek in his large hand, tugging slightly so that it parted her cheeks and tugged at her pussy in a delightful way. Madison was panting now, and she reached down to grasp his head and pull it into her crotch -- not that he had any intention of going anywhere until she came.
She was now aggressively thrusting against his face as she felt her orgasm building. With the thumb of his left hand, he slid into her dark valley and found her tight back door. He knew she was tender there from their lovemaking last night, so all he did was lightly circle it to add a little more stimulation to what his right hand and tongue were doing.
