The Ick Pt 01

After 25 years she has had it with his personal hygiene and his reluctance to perform oral whilst expecting regular sex.

It had started as a regular day. she had been woken up with a coffee by her husband Peter. They had watched the television the night before some BBC drama that had quite and arousing sex scene. A young couple had met in a club and had come home to fuck.

They had both sat on the couch not acknowledging the scene before them quite awkwardly. She had felt a stir as she watched their young perfect bodies. The actress was of particular interest to her how she moved how she looked and sounded as she in acted orgasm if peter had not been there, it would have been hands down the knicks time.

That's where they were a near sexless marriage embarrassed at shagging on the tele. Her only orgasms were solo now. She had rarely come from penetration and never with Peter, though Peter thought never at all. He had initially gone down on her at the beginning of their marriage but it was perfunctory and rarely satisfying and had stopped.

She had got ready for work showering and trying to look nice whilst dressing her age. It was a friendly office but the younger woman were well turned out and she never wanted to look frumpy. Peter on the other hand had been working from home since COVID and rarely if ever went to the office. This had sparked what she could only describe as a downward spiral of smartness and self-care.

She was reminding him to brush his teeth, encouraging him to shower more than twice a week and gets his hair cut, He had embraced this new gruffer look but she hated it. She had withdrawn sexually from him and but he rarely ever looked at her. The last time he had felt horny he'd asked for a blow job but she'd asked him to shower first and he had seen his arse and stropped off. That was six months ago.

She got into work as usual and actioned her emails as coffee break came, she went to the cafeteria on her own as the other woman were out at a meeting. She sat down with her coffee and noticed two young men in nice suits sitting a few tables away. She hadn't meant to but she was listening to their conversation. Maybe because of her age they seemed oblivious to her presence maybe they thought their conversation would go over her head.

They were talking candidly about their relationships and specifically sex. She was impressed that it wasn't vulgar but in a respectful way. These two young men were discussing how they love to give a woman pleasure. One had described how he had taken a massage course to massage his partner the other mentioned a blog he'd watched on oral sex for women as he described the things he'd learnt her mind wandered and she longed to be touched and cherished again.

She had been married for 25 yrs she'd met Peter not long after the break up of her first relationship with her first love. He had left to go to university and felt the need for freedom she had been devastated. She had planned to go to a neighbouring university but when he called it off unexpectedly, she did not want to go much to her family's disappointment.

She had taken a job in the local supermarket and had made new friends on of those new friends was peters sister. They had all gone on a works night out into town where they met up with Peter and his friends. Peter was shy but friendly and wasn't bad looking they had got on well and peter had asked her out on a date. She had accepted and began to be a couple. This just moved along as things do.

Soon there was a proposal then a marriage in this time there had been no sex Peter was s virgin and from a good Christian family and had wanted to wait. She hadn't been exactly truthful to Peter and implied she was also pure and had only really had a bit of a fumble with the previous fella. This was of course a lie. She had been a particularly voracious teenager and had slept with a number of boys before the last serious boyfriend. she had enjoyed all of the previous sex but her last man had been the best. He was the only one to have made her orgasm and had been the only one to have gone down on her.

As she became deeper in her thoughts, she remembered it like it was yesterday when it happened. They had been lying on her bed at her parents when they were on holiday. She remembered him kissing her sweetly and unbuttoning her dress. He had taken it off and she had only her bra and knickers on. As she remembered she felt a warm sensation in her Pusey. She recalled when he kissed her neck the excitement she felt as he then moved downward as she wondered where he was going! He kissed her chest and fondled her breasts but had left her bra on which she felt strange as everyone else had taken it off.

He had then moved to her stomach which was quite tickly. It was at this point she had realised what was happening, was he going to do it? was that where he was heading? Oh my god it was!! He moved down to her thin pink cotton pants she could feel herself getting wet she was embarrassed he'd notice. She could feel him gently kiss her vulva through the material she could hear his breathing quicken and seemed to take in a big breath through his nose as he has taken in her sent and he moaned quietly and looked up at her and said "is this ok" to which she has only coyly nodded as her heart pounded and she felt warm all over and cherished.

He hooked both fingers into the elastic of her pants that sat just below her hips and pulled them to her knees peeling the fabric from her wetness, her labia now exposed to the bedroom air. She wriggled a little and it had felt so natural to open her legs wider giving herself to him.

Thats when she recalled the moment his tongue had made contact with her Pusey. She shuddered as she remembered that first time, how warm and soft his tongue was and how instantly more sensitive to his touch she became. He was nervous too and as he began to lap at her folds exploring her most intimate areas with his mouth. He has placed delicate kisses on her clit which was becoming engorged and was now more prominent it was if she was announcing her arrival.

As her clit reached its fullness, he pursed his lips and has begun to suckle it. It was like she was seeing stars the feeling were incredible. She felt she needed more stimulation so had begun to buck into his face uncontrollably which had then made him lap harder and longer going from her perineum right to her clit as she moaned, he pushed harder with his tongue sensing her need. it all seemed so natural and easy she could feel something building but not knowing what. Her legs opened wider opening her up to more sensations.

His focus became on her clit as he now licked with the flat of his tongue giving maximum contact of warm wet delightfulness she moaned with pleasure as her eyes rolled, she felt a pressure build and build as the pleasure continued steady rhythmic stokes landed one after another until a massive release flowed over her body he groaned as her orgasm crescendoed on his tongue.

Shit she suddenly thought. She had really been daydreaming. The men had left their table her coffee was cold and her knickers were soaked. She felt very embarrassed but the memory of that first orgasm that first touch of his tongue had woken her to the desire the need to feel that again but what to do about it.

She went to the toilet and took her knickers off. It felt very naughty walking back to the office as though everyone would know but she felt awakened and surprisingly cross at the situation she was in. Cross with herself for accepting shit sex and cross at Peter for making so little effort over the years when she had given so much. She had felt like this before but for some reason this time it wasn't going away!!