eyes shut, he
could not tell which was wetting his cock." He looked at me quizzically. I
saw in his eyes both pleasure and curiosity. This was a bit different than my
usual ways. I saw he liked it.
"Let me move this table,"
I said, "and get in a better position." He lifted his legs, and I
pushed the table back from the couch. "Now, spread your legs."
He did, and was now reclined back
on the couch, legs spread with his feet on the floor. His cock and balls were
poised at the edge of the cushion.
I poured more vodka in his glass
and went to the fireplace to put in another log on the fire. I felt his eyes
follow me. I wish I had photos from that night. My tan body accented by sexy
black lingerie must have made me look like a high-priced whore. I hoped it did.
"I don't want my king to be
chilled as I service him," I promised, as I knelt between his legs. I tied
my hair back and told him to watch me. I held the base of his cock and rubbed
the tip across my wet lips. Holding the base, I slipped my mouth over and took
in several inches and then withdrew. I then slipped over him, taking more -
down to my fingers that were still gripping him. I looked up and found him
gazing at me with eager eyes. "You like that?” I asked.
"Love it, oh god, how I love
it!" I pulled back and stood facing the fire and held the base of his
cock. I lowered to sit on him and rubbed his cock across my very wet and
swollen pussy lips. I then slipped down his shaft, lifted, and slipped back down
to my fingers. I lifted off.
I knelt between his legs and sat
back on my heels. My labia were swollen and hung between my legs. His throbbing
cock was slick and pulsing. The head seemed unusually swollen, like a purple
plum. "How did my mouth feel?" I asked, as I looked up past his cock
to his face. He watched me with a blend of lust and astonishment.
"Oh, baby, so good," he
said. He looked at me with lust in his eyes.
"Yeah, but what did you
feel?" His balls churned inches from my face.
He thought a second and said,
"Do it again, and I'll tell you."
I laughed and said, "I am
going to do it again. But tell me what you feel." I gently cupped his
balls with my fingers. They felt heavy.
""Mmm.Your mouth is hot
and soft. I feel your tongue swirling, I think."
"And how did my pussy
feel?" I weighed his balls in my hand.
"Fantastic - maybe tighter at
first, when I entered you - also hot and slippery."
I knelt forward and kissed his
hanging balls. He smelled of sweat but more of sex. I kissed his sack and
sucked one ball into my mouth. I rolled it with my tongue and massaged it. I
drew back letting my lips pull it gently as it slipped from my mouth. Then I
did the same with the other one.
"I know I'll never get my
pussy to do that," I opined. I kissed the crease where his balls met his
cock.
"Jesus," he uttered.
I leaned forward and held his cock
between my breasts. Still cupped by the demi-bra, I pressed them together and
slid along his cock. He watched me, his eyes intense and on fire.
"I think you like a nasty wife,"
I said.
"Hell, yes!" he cried. I
sat back and unfastened my bra, tossing it on the armchair. Wow, that feels
better," I said as my breasts swung free. I returned to his cock and
licked along the shaft and engulfed the tip. He tasted like me. My juices
coated his throbbing cock. His balls were heavy and tighter now, rising closer
to his cock. I leaned my head on his thigh admiring his throbbing manhood.
"I've been going out in the
sun on the deck – nude," I said. "You okay with that? Think it's
safe?"
"Yeah, I think it's totally
private....and you look great." I moved back, letting him see my tanned
breasts. I jiggled them for him.
I sipped my vodka and felt the
warmth grow hotter. "Baby, do you love me?" I asked.
"Of course I do. You drive me
crazy."
"In a good way?"
"Tonight, in an unbelievable
way," he replied. I kissed his ear and exhaled hot breath.
"Well, my king, do you wish to fuck my mouth, or bend me over the arm of
the