Learning To Love It Ch 01

Well, Gentle Reader, here's another of those flash fiction stories. I think it might be the start of a series but I'm not sure yet. Anyway, enjoy a quickie in 869 words.

"You promised, Baby," Andrea's voice was soft, her lips so close to my ear that each syllable was a separate little puff of warm, damp air.

"Honeyyyyyy," I said, hating the whine in my voice but unable to stop it.

Deep down, I wondered why I was whining. I had fantasized about this for over a year since I realized she had a boyfriend. But, well, I WAS a virgin so I guess it's natural.

"You promised," she said again, her tongue tracing the shell of my ear.

I felt a tear overflow my right eyelid, leaving a warm, wet trail down my cheek.

Tony's cock was right there, two inches from my nose. It was circumcised and so hard I could see it throbbing.

"You promised," she said for the third time, stroking my hair now. I could feel pressure as she did that, not forcing, not controlling, but encouraging me.

My humiliation was complete, just as, on some level, I knew it would be as my fantasies turned more and more to giving my wife what she wanted. I felt hot tears flowing down my cheeks to drip onto my thighs. My nose was running and I felt hot, sticky snot running across my lips.

His hand waved his cock in front of my eyes.

"You promised," he said, "and she promised."

"I know," I managed although it came out as "I-I-I-I n-n-n-n-no."

"You promised," my wife of twelve years said.

I opened my mouth, leaned forward, and took my wife's lover's cock into my mouth.

"There you go," Andrea said, her voice breathy in my ear, "My good little cocksucking cuck."

His cock wasn't as hard as I expected. It was firm, warm and, God help me, it felt so natural there as my lips closed and my tongue traced the corona of his glans, finding the little slit of his urethra and lightly touching it with the tip of my tongue.

"Oh, damn," Tony said, "you were right. This boy's a natural cocksucker."

For some reason, having this young man, roughly half my age, call me "boy" got to me more than the fact that I was sucking his cock did.

"Well," I thought as my tongue fell into a natural rhythm, slowly caressing his cock while I pulled off, my lips tight on his shaft, "this is what happens when you marry a woman half your age and then fucking erectile dysfunction kicks in."

"I'll be damned," Andrea's voice was full of wonder, "look at this."

Her hand grasped my erection, hard for the first time in a couple of months and, more to the point, harder than since I was a teenager with the hormones raging through my body.

Her voice was soft and hypnotic, each syllable one of those little puffs in my ear.

"Okay, Cocksucker," and at the word something woke inside of me, "Do it right, take it all."

Her hand on the back of my head was more demanding now, pushing me forward and his cock, his big, beautiful cock, was suddenly deep enough to trigger my gag reflex.

"Swallow, Baby, swallow hard," she said and giggled very softly, "that's how I do it."

I fought down the urge to pull away and swallowed, hard.

It worked, The nausea, the urge to throw up, receded even as my erection got so hard it ached.

"That's right, Baby," her voice was hypnotic, "be a good cocksucker, take it all."

I swallowed hard, adjusted my angle, and suddenly he was in my throat. The urge to throw up was powerful and I kept swallowing, hard.

"Good boy," she whispered, stroking my hair.

My nose was buried in the thick thatch of his pubic hair. My lips were all of the way down to the base of his beautiful shaft.

"Hold him now," she said.

I was aware of her getting up but couldn't move my head, impaled as I was, to watch her.

I heard a drawer open and close and then she was back by my side.

"I love you, Baby," she said and I felt a sharp pain as she pushed her vibrator past my sphincter muscle, and then a sudden rush of pure desire as it touched my prostate.

Her hand took my erection, squeezed, and started that slow stroking I remembered from our early days together.

"Now don't you waste a precious drop of his Gift," she said.

Then, louder, obviously to Tony now, "Go ahead, Baby."

I felt his hips move under my hands where, at some point, I had cupped his ass, holding him to me. He was down to the short strokes and I wanted his Gift.

He came, ejaculating into my throat.

I came with him, the hard jets of my semen powerful.

She kept working the vibrator and her hand until those last few dribbles squeezed out.

"Okay, then," she said standing.

He pulled out, making me cough.

"Come on, Baby," she said, both hands on Tony's arm, "You promised me dinner and dancing."

She patted my head.

"This mess had better be cleaned up when we get home," she said.

I watched my wife and her lover leave for their date night.