His Wife

by Bree Branigan

  Lisa pulled back, holding Tim’s cock in both hands. Her spit made a long string from his cock to her mouth. They both watched it, fascinated, turned on. When it broke, she looked up at Tim who smiled at her with those intense blue eyes.

  She opened her mouth wider, pushing forward as she let her new lover’s cock slide as far as it could into her mouth. As it touched the back of her throat, she gagged a little. This pleased him a lot. Suddenly, she felt it swell. Tim was on the brink. He's going to come, she thought, I don’t want him to. Not in my mouth. Not yet.

  As she looked over at the clock which now read ‘11:45’, droplets of warm fresh pre-cum glazed her tongue. She wanted more and time was running out.

  “I want you,” she said, feeling the wetness between her legs.

  “I want you too,” he replied, “I want you more than I’ve ever wanted anyone in my life.”

  After his confession earlier, she knew this to be true. She rose up, climbed on top of him and began to kiss him, softly at first, then harder, desperate with desire. She reached her right hand down, gripping his dick firmly as she masturbated it and rubbed his raw member against her clit.

  I’m ready, she thought, I’m finally ready. This is finally going to happen.

  He began to softly kiss her neck as he slowly planted a trail of wet, soft kisses over her shoulder, along her breast, and then each nipple.

  She slowly began to slide him inside her tight virgin pussy and, for the first time, it went in without any problems or complication. The pain mixed with desire was almost more than she could bear.

  He threw her over so that now he was on top of her. She wrapped her legs around either side, spreading herself wide to receive his throbbing rock-solid cock. He entered her once more and thrust his hips back and forth in sync with her gyrating. He plunged himself deeper inside her pussy, which was both tight and soaking wet. She screamed with pleasure, reaching back and placing her hand against the headboard to stabilize herself.

  “Go easy on me,” she begged and so once again, he did as he was told. No hesitation or questions asked.

  Chapter 6

  Sunlight crept into the bedroom, casting a shadow on the luxurious bed. Lisa woke from her deep slumber to find herself alone, with no sign of Tim whatsoever. Her first thought was to check the sheets and make sure they were still clean. They were. No signs of blood. Thank God for all those horse riding lessons growing up she thought. So if that didn’t scare him away then what did?

  She rose from the bed, still naked as the day she was born - which just happened to be forty years ago from that very day.

  Looking out the window onto the driveway where her car had been parked, she noticed the spot was empty. What?! She looked again, making sure it was the right place. Shit, she thought. I’ve been robbed?

  Panicked, suddenly, she scuttled around, looking for her clothes. They’re gone! When she didn’t find them she remembered that they must still be downstairs on the living room floor where she had heft them the night before. Rushing from the bedroom, she ran down the stairs. What’s that sound? Stopping to listen, she heard the sound of a car pulling up.

  Lisa reached the bottom of the stairs as the door opened. Behind it stood Tim wearing the army uniform with a white box in his hand. The look on his face indicated that he was both aroused and please to find her still undressed.

  “I was hoping to still find you in bed,” he said. “I got you a little present.”

  “Why would you do that?” she inquired, a little pissed off that he had run off to god knows where in her car and left her alone in a big old strange house.

  “Because it’s your birthday, silly,” he said with a smile. “At least that’s what your Wikipedia page said. It is your birthday right?”

  “Yeah it is,” she replied.

  “Great,” he said. “I was hoping to give you this is bed but seeing as you are here now…”

  He opened the box, slowly revealing its contents. It was a two-layer, chocolate cake, decorated with brightly colored hearts and cupids. “Happy Birthday, Lisa” was written across the top in big, red-icing letters. Mounds of whipped cream encircled the perimeter.

  A wave of emotion washed over Lisa. “Ohmygod, Tim. That is so sweet!”

  “Would you like to go back upstairs and celebrate?” he asked with a cheeky grin on his face.

  Lisa didn’t need to reply. He already knew what her answer would be.

  Chapter 7

  They strolled back into the bedroom hand in hand. Lisa released his grip the moment they entered the bedroom and hopped onto the bed.

  “Bring the cake over here,” she demanded, smiling coyly.

  Tim placed the cake on the bed next to Lisa just as he was told.

  “Now strip for me,” she said, “like Magic Mike.”

  He laughed, his wonderful, deep belly-laugh. Then, still smiling, he gyrated his hips rhythmically, twisting down to the floor, casting his legs out from one side to the other. Slowly, seductively, he undid his jacket, throwing it onto the floor, revealing his young, muscular body. Lisa gasped. He rose, and, still rotating his hips, thrust his groin into her as she sat on the edge of the bed, tingling with desire. Her hands reached out to touch his firm abs as he danced backward, looking into her eyes. His darkened with desire.

  Lisa may have been misquoted when she publicity declared her love of men in uniforms, but, as Tim slowly undressed for her, that statement was becoming truer and truer. Now, as he straddled her body, his glistening torso on display, he reached down to undo his pants.

  “No! Leave them on!” she demanded.

  Tim smiled, as he obliged her. He liked a woman that could take control.

  “Because if we do this again,” she said, “there is something that I need to tell you. Something that I should have told you yesterday. Especially after you were so honest with me.”

  Tim’s expression quickly morphed from arousal to alarm in less than the blink of an eye. “What is it?” he inquired as he took a seat next to her on the bed and put his arm around her.

  She liked him, liked his touch, how thoughtful he was and most importantly, she liked - scratch that - loved the raunchy things that he’d done to her last night.

  “Remember how you told me that last night was your first time?” Lisa began.

  “Yeah,” Tim replied curiously. “And I meant it too.”

  “I know you did,” said Lisa.

  “God, was I that …?” Tim inquired, completely and utterly distraught. The disappointment on his face was evident and almost more than Lisa could bear.

  “No,” she assured him. “Last night… last night was amazing. I don’t think that I could ever forget about last night.”

  “You’re just saying that to cheer me up,” said Tim, still very much in disbelief.

  “Tim,” said Lisa as she pulled his face towards hers and placed a quick soft kiss on his lips. “Please believe me when I say that you are honestly and truly the best lover that I have ever had.”

  Tim smiled a little at the revelation, but he still wasn’t convinced. It looked like Lisa was going to have to spit it out and finally tell him that he was her first too. “Last night was really special for me,” said Lisa, “because it was my first time too.”

  “First time at what?” he asked.

  “It was my first,” said Lisa, “just like you. Last night I was a virgin and then I wasn’t.”

  “Are you telling that you have never had sex with anyone before me?” he inquired. “Not even with my father?”

  “You know about me and your father?” said Lisa.

  “Of course,” said Tim, “My mom used to talk about you all the time, about how much she missed you but couldn’t get in touch because she didn’t want you to know that she married your ex.”

  Suddenly everything made sense. Marie and Lisa had once been so close that people often joked about them being joined at the hip. And then suddenly she never heard from Marie again.

  “I’m s
orry,” said Tim, his face the picture of concern. “Have I upset you?”

  “How could you?” said Lisa as she climbed on top of him and planted another kiss on his lips. This time the kiss was longer and harder and wetter than the one before. “You’ve given me something that so many men, some of whom were twice and thrice your age, have tried to give me without succeeding. You gave me the best night of my life and turned me into a woman.”

  They kissed once more. He cupped his hands on her perfectly round bottom. As they kissed, she ground against his crotch like an expert snake charmer. She could feel his excitement against her clit as he grew.

  They both moaned their pleasure into each other’s mouth as Lisa reached down and began to undo his pants, setting his long, hard snake free at last. Pushing him to stand in front of her, she slid down to her knees to show him just how gratuitous she was for the multiple orgasms that he had given her the previous night.

  As she began to take in all of Tim’s penis in her warm, pleasing mouth, Tim pulled her back up to the bed and engaged her in a cheeky sixty-nine.

  His cock throbbed, leaking drips of clearish white fluid. Lisa began to tug softly at his balls before her focus slowly but surely shifted to the base. She forcefully licked up the center of his perfect dick, stopping at the top to play with his delectable little hedonistic spot by the tip, feeling it with the tip of her long pink tongue. Soon she began to feel just how much he needed her as his thrusts became deeper, harder, more strained. The harder he fucked her face, the wetter she got for him.

  As she sucked his beautiful penis with all of her might, her saliva wet in her warm, inviting mouth, a long drop clung to her lips and coiled to the head of Tim’s throbbing member. Although he couldn’t see her face, he knew that her eyes were closed as her hand hypnotically rode up and down his shaft and soft moans spilled out of her hungry mouth.

  With her pussy on his face, he used his tongue to penetrate her, which drove her wild with desire, her fluids leaking onto his tongue and into his mouth. He pulled away for a few seconds, teasing her. His thick hair brushed her thighs, and she cried out for him. Then his loving tongue entered her folds. With lightning-quick flicks around the vaginal entrance he created a fiery massage. Heat rippled through her body, causing the muscles in her pelvis to twitch. Each flick of his skilled tongue made her writhe with anticipation. His hands rubbed and caressed her body, glorying in her, cherishing her.

  Lisa begged for more with her mouth by sucking harder and harder on his long rod, taking in all she could in one gulp. As she did, she gagged; choked for a moment.

  Finally, he made contact with her clitoris, that magical fun-button that he had avoided so far. Her head rolled back and she let the pleasure wash over her.

  For the first time in oh, so long she wasn’t the one in control. Tim was, and she liked it. Liked the way he teased her with his mouth, his touch, and his cock. She couldn’t wait for him to be inside her once more, but not yet. After all, good things come to those who wait. No one would know that better than Lisa who had waited nearly forty years to feel the sexual awakening that Tim was giving her. I don’t ever want this to end, she thought.

  Once again he teased her by pulling away. She begged for more by sucking even harder and deeper. Tears of pleasure streamed down her face. Nipping softly, she took his scrotum into her mouth. Soon she released him from her oral grip as she gasped for air.

  His rolling, lapping tongue penetrated her labia, drawing intricate circles along the walls inside. Then, with quick, staccato flicks he adored her clit again. He enveloped it in a slower, softer lick. Arching her back, she moaned, “Oooooh god. Suddenly her body trembled uncontrollably as she rotated her hips and relished the delights of her orgasm. Finally, the sharp bursts of pleasure faded into a cool tingling.

  As if in a carefully choreographed dance, they moved so that they were face to face once more. Kissing deeply, their bodies glistened with the mixture of their sweat and body fluids. She could smell herself in his breath, taste herself on his tongue, feel herself getting wetter and wetter with each passing moment.

  Without pulling away from the kiss, he began to rub his monster penis on her swollen clitoris, leaving a trail of his pre-cum on her like a snail on the ground.

  “Fuck me, baby,” she whispered into his mouth.

  He reached for the cake box; scooped out a handful of whipped cream and rubbed it on her chin, her neck, her tits before he began to kiss her there, licking and swallowing the delicious dessert. He circled his tongue around her erect nipples, licking off the whipped cream; driving her wilder and wilder with each fleeting second.

  Now his head was between her thighs once more. She reached down and ran her fingers through his hair as he inserted two fingers, then three inside her. He thrust, harder, faster, deeper; until she was on the brink of ecstasy. Then he stopped and squeezed her breasts. Again and again and again until she couldn’t take it anymore.

  “I want you inside me,” she proclaimed finally. “Not just your fingers. I want you inside of me. I can’t wait anymore.”

  Lisa was at his mercy, and he knew it. “Tell me again what you want me to do to you,” he whispered. “Tell me again and I’ll see what I can do.”

  “I want you to stick your dick inside me,” she said, “then I want you to fuck me until I can’t come anymore.”

  “I think I can handle that,” he said, looking up at her with an aroused grin on his face. Their eyes met as he slowly kissed his way back up to her face and inserted himself without warning inside her then immediately pulled out. He repeated this action over and over again until the sheets below them were soaked with her desire. He turned her over so that she was on all fours. Kneeling behind her, he pulled her aching wet pussy closer to him, inserting only the head and pulling out almost immediately.

  “Oh god,” she moaned, “Oh please just fuck me.”

  Finally, she was begging for him, just like he wanted. This was better than anything he had previously fantasized about. A part of him couldn’t believe that it was finally happening; that he had given his innocence away to the woman of his dreams. And better still, she had given her innocence to him.

  Not able to contain her excitement, she began to slam back against her young lover’s engorged cock. The pressure on her cervix told her he had filled all of her insides with his member. He felt her pussy begin to contract on his dick. He squeezed her tits as he thrust harder and harder.

  Their moans of desire echoed throughout the manor. Panting and gasping, their beat became even faster. His deep, powerful strokes rocked her body to the core. Finally, her insides began to pulse and quake all around him with so much force that she could soon feel his own warmth gushing out inside of her. Together, they collapsed in a heap on the cool, smooth sheets.

  He looked at her glowing face, touching her cheek softly with his fingers. “Happy Birthday,” he murmured, kissing her nose, her forehead, her eye-lids as she smiled rapturously. “And many more…”

  THE END

  Hard Call

  Chapter One

  Nuzzling her neck, Harvey pulls Lisa close for another moment. She is his new wife, and he makes a point of enjoying her as often as his billionaire business and lifestyle allow. This isn’t very often, but she doesn’t mind. She’ll take what she can get!

  “That was fun,” Harvey says, winking at her. He kisses Lisa as he pulls himself free of her and does up his pants. He has never had sex in his office before, and finds the slightly risqué nature of it exciting. Lisa has a way of bringing out the lion in Harvey, something he likes very much.

  “It was,” she says, pulling her dress down. “You have a good trip. I’ll see you tomorrow,” and she straightens her husband’s tie.

  “Yeah, now get out of here. You’re a tremendous distraction for me, and I’m going to need to have my wits about me for this meeting!” Harvey says, and then he readjusts his tie. Lisa loves this man more than she has ever loved anyone in her life, and if making
love to him in his office, a quicky between business trips, is what she needs to do to keep him happy, then that is exactly what she will do. Not that it’s a sacrifice!

  “You’ve got the night to recover, and besides, you’re the boss, remember?” she says, kissing him again before he really has to leave. His helicopter is waiting for him on the roof, ready to take him to the airport.

  After she is left alone in his office, she checks her makeup in the bathroom attached to the office, makes final adjustments to her outfit so as not to give away what she was just doing, and makes her way past his PA and the many receptionists who look at her as though they all know what she did last summer!

  She gets to the parking lot, and jumps into her Aston Martin, one of many gifts from Harvey, and pulls into the LA afternoon, the top down, and the wind blowing her hair in untidy waves across her face so that she needs to slow down. It is a beautiful feeling, the wind in her face, this fantastic, loving relationship, along with the freedom of knowing that, at last, she has married well, and money will never be a problem for her again.