I awoke to find myself curled up to Lori's back with my right hand grasping one of her big breasts. We had been spooning like this every night that I had been home rather than out of town on my incessant business trips during the two weeks since our return from the convention in Vegas. As a result of the previous night's homecoming lovemaking, the hem of Lori's matronly, cotton nightgown was still hiked up to her waist so that my partially erect penis was nestled between her naked butt cheeks. I then realized that my pajama bottoms were still tangled around my ankles.
As I lay there cuddled up to my no longer faithful wife, my eyes were drawn once again to her nightstand where she kept her CycleBeads. I had silently watched last night as she performed her nightly ritual. Although I had said nothing, I had been acutely aware of the implications as she slid the marker ring past the last of the brown beads. It had been more than thirty-two days since she began her last menstruation.
In spite of the position of my penis, I was not tempted by the possibility of anal sex. Lori had been the one who had suggested that we experiment with that once taboo perversion. She had explained that she had wanted to offer a pleasure to her husband that would remain reserved only for marriage. I had been grateful, but neither of us had really enjoyed it very much.
As my penis swelled to its full but unspectacular glory, I shifted position, thrusting my pelvis forward so that it could seek Lori's true sex. Unfortunately; the glans was barely able to penetrate her labia. The sensation was exquisite. More importantly, the fact that my wife was still asleep tempted me with the prospect of finally inseminating her. Unfortunately; my efforts to get my penis deep enough into her vagina so that such an involuntary insemination would not be totally futile roused her.
Lori giggled coquettishly in response to my timid thrusting before frustrating my efforts by rolling over to face me. Both of us had morning breath but this didn't stop us from sharing a deep kiss. "I see that you have finally recuperated from last night," she teased. I was shamed by the reminder that my recently inflamed desire for my wife had not fully compensated for my waning virility.
My wife resisted my efforts to coax her onto her back so that I could mount her properly. The pajama bottoms that hobbled me gave her an unfair advantage in our wrestling match. Realizing that resistance was futile, I complied with her obvious intention to kiss her way down my chest then my pudgy belly to my penis.
The increasingly familiar sensation of Lori's mouth enveloping my penis was exquisite. The knowledge that she no longer expected me to restrain myself only enhanced the pleasure. She would even encourage me to ejaculate in her mouth. However; some primal instinct provoked my resentment. By encouraging me to once again waste my seed in her mouth, she would deny me another opportunity to inseminate her.
In spite of my resentment, I could not restrain myself. After that first tryst in Vegas, Lori had honed her skills as a fellatrix, but I suspect not only with me. I hadn't questioned her about what she was doing during those remaining days that I was preoccupied with seminars and tours. Given the fact that Leroy had left Vegas on Thursday morning and I had seen her on the arm of some other Negro stud, I had been convinced that my wife had become truly promiscuous. Her evolving repertoire of techniques had convinced me that she was practicing the art of fellatio with her paramours.
I hadn't even questioned my wife or objected when she trysted so blatantly with one of the company execs from the main office. She had been dancing and flirting with him during the final party. He had finally ushered her away from the banquet room and to the elevators which undoubtedly led to his room. I had been shamed by the realization that everyone had noticed and had made the same, logical deduction that I had. It had been well after dawn when she finally joined me in my room. The semen that had soaked her pubic hair and was still seeping from her vagina had finally answered the sixty-four-thousand dollar question.
When my penis was spent, Lori shifted position so that she was kneeling over my head with her sex pressed wantonly against my face. She had always cherished my eagerness to pleasure her orally, but she had never been so assertive until that convention in Vegas. She had been particularly insistent that final morning when she had returned to me after spending the night with one of the executives. The experience of pleasuring my wife orally when her sex was so obviously saturated with another man's semen had been intensely humiliating yet strangely arousing. This time the aroma and flavor was subtly different. Unlike the executive, I had restrained myself.
