by C. C. Morian
Perhaps it was better she didn’t. What would her reaction be if I said, Hey Emily? Did you know all those men in the restaurant were lusting after you? And I got a hard on thinking about it.
Emily snuggled up in the bed against Justin, content. She loved him so much, and on top of that, he had given her a wonderful birthday. First the outfit, which she had looked upon and wore with some trepidation, yet she should have trusted her husband. She had felt different in it, a little uncomfortable at first, but by the end of the evening she was almost at home wearing the shorter, tighter skirt and higher heels. Not that she could ever wear anything like that to work, or even out in public alone, it was a special occasion outfit, when she was with Justin.
The gifts, the restaurant, sitting by the window. She had glanced around a few times, looking outside at the passersby, at the people in the restaurant. Were other couples looking at her and Justin the way she had looked at people sitting at the window tables, as special, the beautiful people? Certainly Justin was handsome, and though Emily didn’t think of herself as vain, she knew she was pretty. Had people been looking at them? It was kind of exciting in a way.
“What are you thinking?” asked Justin.
He sounded wide awake. It was pretty late, Emily would normally have been falling asleep right about now, but the fun evening had her wound up. “Just how happy I am. With everything. My birthday, you, us.”
Justin kissed the top of her head. “I’m glad. Although we didn’t get to check off the next item on our bucket list. We were supposed to get drunk.”
Emily laughed. “I think I’m a little tipsy from those two glasses of champagne at dinner. Maybe I’m drunk already.”
“Two glasses of champagne isn’t drunk.”
“Maybe for me it is.”
“Hmm. . .do you have an incredible urge to run around outside naked? Or go jump in the pool right now in your pajamas?”
“Is that what drunk people do?” Emily frowned, then slapped Justin lightly on the chest. “You’re teasing me.” When he didn’t reply, she said, “You are, right?”
“We’ll just have to see, I guess.”
Emily smiled in the dark. Handsome, kind, considerate, and funny. What more could a woman possibly ask for? “Well, it will have to wait, tomorrow is a work day for both of us.”
“I know, we didn’t think of that. Let’s do it this weekend.”
Emily giggled, still affected by the champagne. “Okay. If that’s what you want.”
After a moment, Emily drifting off, Justin said, “Maybe you could wear your new outfit to work tomorrow.”
Groggily she asked, “What?”
“Your new outfit. You looked so—good in it tonight.”
“Justin, I can’t wear that to work. Not that I don’t like it, I do. But it’s too—revealing. What would people think?”
“That you’re pretty.” Justin paused. “People were looking at you, that’s how good you looked.”
“They were looking at us, you mean. Because we were at the beautiful people table.”
“I’m not sure anyone was looking at me, I think the attention was on you.”
Emily had noticed a few people looking, but she really thought it was all about where they were sitting. Had her outfit been too revealing? Oh god, did she look cheap? That couldn’t be it, the outfit was too nice. Sure, the skirt was short, but she’d seen women in the restaurant with much shorter skirts. It really just felt short on her because she usually didn’t wear skirts that showed her thighs.
And the shoes, well, maybe a little—sexy, but certainly not cheap. Not Louboutins.
Emily felt a warmth run through her, a little tingle. Maybe it was Justin’s hand on her thigh, usually his way of hinting at sex. But they rarely had sex during the week, she needed her sleep, sex was a Saturday night thing for them. Certainly Justin understood. It was her birthday, after all.
But the warmth wouldn’t go away, confusing her. She should have been recoiling at the thought of people, men, staring at her in the restaurant. Somehow she sensed that’s what Justin meant, he was just too kind to say it.
She leaned up on her elbow to look in Justin’s eyes. “Justin, you aren’t angry at me, are you?”
“Why would I be angry?”
“I don’t want you to think that I like people looking at me. Men.”
Justin pulled her down back onto his chest, stroking her hair. “If that bothered me, I wouldn’t have just suggested that you wear the outfit tomorrow, would I?”
“No, I guess not.” She was still a little confused; Justin had practically said men had been staring at her in that outfit, and he wanted her to wear it to work? Did he want men ogling at her?
She was thinking too much, as usual. It had been a good day, why ruin it? She rolled partially on top of him to give him a kiss. As she did so, she felt the stiffness of his erection press into her. Normally she would have rolled off, pretended she hadn’t felt it; she didn’t want to embarrass Justin, his urges, unable to control himself. But tonight it felt good, and her kiss, which started out as a peck, became deeper, probing.
Justin lifted her easily onto his waist, her legs straddling him, his erection now pushing against her thin pajamas and panties, right into her most private parts. She gasped, realizing she was aroused. She never got wet quickly, she was so nervous about sex, even with Justin, that it often took a half hour of snuggling and kissing just to begin to get ready.
Not tonight. Something had happened. Could it have been the champagne? Oh, no, did drinking make people horny?
Justin’s hand was in her hair, pulling her down toward him, but she didn’t need any extra encouragement, she didn’t want to stop kissing him. His hands grabbed her butt, enveloping her cheeks, his hands were big and her ass so small.
“You’re excited,” she breathed into him.
For answer he lifted his hips, and Emily swore that he was going to enter her right through her clothing. “I’m sorry,” he said. “I know it’s not the weekend, but you just looked so—pretty tonight, I was staring at you all night.”
“Staring at me? You can look at me anytime.” But his words thrilled her, she was so happy that her husband thought of her this way.
Besides, he’d been so nice to her, certainly she could return the favor.
“I know, I just—the way you looked, I saw men looking at you, and it made me so—proud.”
“Men were looking at me?” She realized it was true, yet just saying it out loud was so shocking.
Her mind was disgusted, men leering at her body, she should have been so turned off, yet here she was, aroused. No, her arousal couldn’t be because of the other men, it was because of Justin, it was in spite of what happened at the restaurant.
And what about Justin? He should have been angry, she should be mad at him for not being angry, he couldn’t really want men ogling her, could he?
Something to talk to him about later, right now, she was too worked up. Justin squeezed her bottom, his strong arms moving her up and down on his erection. He wanted her.
Emily slipped her hand between them, taking him in her hand, he was so hard tonight.
She stroked while using him to rub herself, she’d never done that before, it felt so good, even through her clothes. Justin read her mind, he was pulling down her bottoms, she slipped to the side to make it easier for him, pulling the sheets over her, she didn’t like being naked, even in the dark.
But Justin’s hands felt good on her, he was so gentle, so loving. He didn’t rush her, he knew she had to warm to sex. But tonight she wanted to show him how much she loved being with him. She guided his hand between her legs. She felt him hesitate, then slowly probe her with his finger. She gasped as he touched her clitoris, arching her pelvis into him.
“You’re wet,” he said, surprised.
“I know.” Emily still held lingering shame over sex, she was taught it was to make babies, sex for fun wasn’t something you were supposed to do. She wanted
a baby, more than one, but not now. Yet tonight she felt a new, uncontrollable need, she wanted Justin inside her.
She reached for the nightstand drawer as Justin pulled off his bottoms. The box of condoms was right there, but her fingers met nothing, the box was empty. Disappointed, but understanding, this was fate’s way of telling her she was wrong for getting so worked up, the payback for the sin of her lust.
“What’s the matter?” asked Justin.
“We’re out of—you know.” She couldn’t even say the word, just like she couldn’t say pussy, or cock, or any of the other vulgar terms she’d heard describing parts of bodies.
Justin’s fingers were working on her clit, another word she normally didn’t use, but tonight she would keep all these words in her head, her little secret. Though it felt good, it was another decadence she felt uncomfortable with, the selfishness of having something done to her and not giving something in return. So she stroked Justin’s manhood, he liked that.
Justin slid his fingers in her and she moaned, it made her think of the two of them, being together.
“So wet,” he repeated.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered.
“What’s there to be sorry about?”
“I should have bought some.” Not that she ever had, she’d be too embarrassed, Justin always bought them.
“That’s okay, we can do something else. And I want to see how wet you are.”
Justin slipped under the covers, laying his head on her belly, his fingers still exploring, opening her. “I’ve never seen you like this.” His voice, muffled by the sheet, reverberated against her chest.
“That feels good,” she admitted, trying to relax.
“This will feel even better,” he said, shifting his body, positioning himself over her crotch.
Emily tensed, pulling her legs together. “No, Justin, you know I—.” She’d never become comfortable with oral sex, especially not like this, laying back, being licked, feeling so self conscious.
“I want to taste you, please.”
“No, I can’t, I’m so wet. . .”
“That’s why I want to do it. It excites me so much.”
But he didn’t do anything with his mouth, not yet, he was waiting for her to make a decision. That’s how Justin was, he wouldn’t force her, although she knew he wanted to lick her. She knew he liked receiving oral sex too, he’d tried to get her to do it through the years, and she had tried, taking him in her mouth a few times, but never able to finish, afraid, ashamed he’d think she was cheap, she had no idea what most married couples did.
She felt guilty, too, because she felt so good, Justin touching her, but she couldn’t reach him, it wasn’t fair. “Maybe if we did it together,” she suggested.
“Are you sure?”
“Let’s try.”
Justin reversed himself on the bed, his arms under her legs, kissing her stomach, her thighs, holding himself high over her, yet his erection so stiff the tip was just inches from her face. His musk washed over her, his familiar smell, but mixed with something else, something deep, intense.
His manhood quivered, waiting.
Emily reached for him, stroking, already feeling better that she was touching him. Justin responded by pressing his lips against her skin just above her mound, the slight pressure a promise of his strength.
She closed her eyes, her body tense, waiting, anxious, nervous, yet wanting.
Justin shifted down, planting little kisses along her mound.
His tip brushed her lips, and without thinking she kissed it, that was all right, just a kiss. Justin slid down, blowing gently on her clit, his lips grazing her most sensitive spot, so she kissed him again, and just as she sensed his tongue on her, she licked him, ever so slightly. She’d done this before, but never in this position, his straining erection poised over her face like a powerful sword.
And then his tongue was in her, and she gasped, her mouth opening, his hips shifting down, and he was suddenly in her mouth, just the head, so smooth, so beautiful. She swirled her tongue over him, not exactly sure what to do, she really had no experience, and it was hard to concentrate, Justin’s tongue lapping at her, a wave of aversion rolled over her, he was licking her juices, she felt ashamed, her body beyond her control.
Yet she could tell he was eager, she felt the excitement flowing through his body, his legs taut, the arousal coursing through his erection, jerking in her mouth. She concentrated on making him happy, gently sucking on him, she wasn’t sure how hard she should do it, but she wanted to please him, and it took her attention away from the decadence of what he was doing, leaving only the pleasure.
Just a little longer, she thought. I can do this just a little longer. . .
Her body wasn’t having as much of a problem as her mind was, she realized her legs were opened wide, giving Justin complete access. She felt so exposed, even under the sheets, but it felt so good, her body didn’t care that she was wet, that she was being licked, that a man’s tongue was inside her. She sensed Justin was doing his best to keep his weight off her, but every so often he’d push down, maybe losing control himself, her mouth being filled, so deep she had to turn her head, only then Justin perhaps remembering, lifting his weight, but within seconds he was pushing down again.
Emily wrapped her small hand around his shaft, it was the only way she could keep him from gagging, her hand sliding up and down whenever Justin lifted his hips. So deep in her mouth, she couldn’t really do anything with her tongue, she wasn’t sure what to do, but he was obviously enjoying it, he was moaning like she’d never heard him. She felt guilty again, denying him this pleasure for so long, she never realized how much he must have wanted this, what she had been keeping from him.
Justin began focusing on her clit, kissing, flicking his tongue over and over, she was getting close, she’d never come like this, she didn’t want to come in his face, in his mouth, yet she didn’t want him to stop. Unconsciously her hand moved faster and faster on his shaft, matching the flicks of his tongue, so caught up in it now she wasn’t thinking of him in her mouth, what she was doing, what he was doing, only that she loved it, the feeling of her legs spread wide, the pressure, the intensity, the love, only a man who loved her like Justin would do this to her. . .
“Emily, slow down, wait. . .” Justin jerked his hips up, his shaft sliding out of her mouth, dragging against her lips. His voice, so excited, thrilled her, she was doing it right! She was turning him on, she didn’t want to let go. She squeezed her lips together, clawing at his rear with her free hand, trying to pull him back, she didn’t want to lose the connection.
Justin’s tongue was diving deep, so powerful it felt like his cock was in her, oh god, just thinking the word made her shiver, made her think of it, his cock in her, he was having sex with her with his tongue, faster and faster, each time he pulled out he dragged his tongue across her clit, her hips rising up, she was so close. . .
“Emily, be careful, I’m going to. . .”
The words didn’t register, because right then her entire body started to shake, Justin’s tongue on her clit setting her off like an explosion, her tiny body writhing and pulsing on the bed, crushed under his weight, nowhere to go, all her energy having only one release, through her legs, her opening. She exploded into him, her pulse pounding in her ears, Justin’s voice, loud, warning, the words still not making it through, her body bucking wildly.
Justin lifted himself up, she couldn’t bear to lose him now, and with a strength she didn’t think she had she pulled him down, both arms around his thighs, and he thickened in her mouth and jerked, heat shooting into her mouth, the first spurt so powerful it went right down her throat, she didn’t taste it, didn’t even realize what was happening. Justin pulled up, the next spurt catching her on the tongue, the salty taste filling her mouth. Her lips followed him as he pulled out, unable to let him go, her orgasm still twitching her body, her hips bucking, her clit so sensitive now, wanting to get away.
Justin’s next spurt hit her on the lips, the smell filling her nostrils, she was gasping for air, and the next two shots spewed into her mouth. Justin slipped off her, his mouth finally away from her clit but still on her, inside her now, as she pulsed into him.
Her wits slowly returned, Emily suddenly aware of Justin’s cum in her mouth, his last spurts on her chin, her neck, her chest.
Never believing she could possibly do this, but feeling like it was the most natural thing in the world, she swallowed.
It was like taking a part of him inside her, this almost deviant act, swallowing his seed, just as he had no doubt swallowed her juices.
They lay like that for long moments, Emily breathing hard, her heart pounding in her chest, the enormity of what she had just done still wracking her.
Justin placed a final kiss on her mound, gently, and then pulled himself up to lay beside her.
“I’m sorry,” he said. “I kind of lost control.”
“Shh,” she whispered. “Don’t ever apologize when we are doing something together.”
“I hope I didn’t. . .”
She kissed him, not thinking, only realizing from his reaction what he now knew; he had to be tasting himself, just as she was tasting herself, another first. Her mind told her to recoil, yet she couldn’t get enough, her tongue pushing into his mouth, the taste inexplicable, intoxicating.
Finally she pulled away, smiling in the dark, barely able to see his features. “You did.”
“You should have, I mean, I shouldn’t have. . .”
“I wanted to.”
Justin kissed her again. “What got into you tonight?”
“I don’t know, my birthday, the gifts, the dinner, you, everything.” Yet she’d had all that before, or much like it, yet she’d never felt like this, she’d never been so aroused. What was different?
The outfit, certainly. The restaurant, but they’d eaten out before. It finally dawned on her, it was the idea of other people looking at her, at Justin looking at her, wanting her, of other men looking at her. That’s what had changed.
That had to be it. But she could never mention it to Justin. He was so protective, he’d be angry, or jealous, or worse, would think less of her, her getting excited about being provocative in public.