by Wolfe, Sean
“I burned the spaghetti sauce,” I said defiantly and pouted, then scooted a couple of inches away from him.
“What?”
“Never mind. You wouldn’t understand. It’s a matter of the heart.” I immediately regretted saying it. I’ve been accused, on more than one occasion and by more than one person, of leaning toward the melodramatic. Although I haven’t completely embraced it, I have come to accept it as fact. But now, with my heart beating a million times a minute and my ass on fire, was not the time. My husband was naked and fully hard and smiling that fucking sexy smile of his that melts my heart every time.
“Come here, baby,” he said, and I did. “Suck my dick.” And I did.
The thing that struck me about Robert when I first met him was his commanding presence. Whenever he walked into a room, every eye was on him and he had control of the room. When we first started dating, I turned to Jello every time he told me to “get on your knees and suck my dick,” or “bend over and don’t even think about moaning as my cock slides up your ass.” He was never cocky about it, but rather I think he sensed the excitement it elicited in me, and did it more to please me than himself.
The second thing that struck me about Robert was his cock, and even after eight years, it never ceased to take my breath away. It’s not that it was so huge. I’d seen and had bigger. But it was a work of art, perfect in every detail. It was maybe between seven and eight inches, but so thick I could barely wrap my fist around it. Thick veins ran along the length and crisscrossed all around it. The skin, even when his cock was fully hard, was soft as silk.
So I didn’t hesitate to wrap my lips around it and suck it at that moment. I licked the head first, then took it in my mouth and sucked gently on it. Robert loved having his cock head sucked, but I wanted his entire cock buried in my mouth, so I opened the back of my throat and swallowed him in one slow move.
“Oh, fuck, babe,” he moaned. “You know I can’t take too much of that. You’ll make me cum too fast.”
I teased him for a few more minutes by deepthroating him and sucking for all I was worth. When I knew he was close, I pulled my mouth off his cock.
“You’re such a tease,” Robert said as he caught his breath
I raised myself up and kissed him on the lips. He returned my kiss, licking lightly around my lips and then slipping his tongue inside my mouth. I sucked on it greedily, and savored the sweet taste of bourbon. But only for a second. And then it hit me. Why was he drinking bourbon if he was supposedly working?
“Where were you tonight?” I asked as I broke the kiss and leaned down to lick his nipples.
“Shhh,” he said, and leaned forward to knead my ass cheeks as I licked his nipples and worked my way down to his belly button.
“You weren’t at work.”
“Turn around and get on your knees.”
My heart skipped a beat, and I did as I was told. I knew what was coming, and as much as I wanted to know where Robert had been, I wanted, oh so much more, what was to come. I got on all fours and raised my ass in the air.
Robert got behind me and spread my ass with his hands and attacked my ass with his tongue as if digging for gold. I moaned and bucked myself back against his mouth.
“Do you want me inside you, baby?” he asked.
“You know I do,” I answered. “Fuck me.” I was already so hard and throbbing I thought I’d explode any second with anticipation.
Robert and I have made love hundreds of times over the past eight years, and every time it seems to get better. When he fucks me, it’s almost always slow and gentle and lasts an hour or more. He enters me slowly and lets my ass adjust to the thickness of his cock before he slides in and out of me.
But not tonight. As soon as the words, “Fuck me,” were out of my mouth, I felt Robert’s cock head against my asshole, and a second later he slid his fat cock all the way inside me in one slow but steady and deliberate move. I yelped out in pain, and dropped to my stomach on the bed. Robert stayed inside me and lay on top of me.
“Robert, that hurts.”
“It won’t in a minute and you know it.”
“But it hurts now,” I said between gritted teeth. “Why did you do that?”
“Don’t doubt me again, baby, and don’t doubt my love for you. It hurts me and it upsets me.”
He slid his cock out of my ass just an inch or so, and then went back deep inside, and that’s all it took for me. The pain was gone. In its place every nerve in my ass tingled, and I wriggled my ass against his cock.
“Okay,” I said. “Will you fuck me now?”
Robert leaned down and kissed my neck as he slid in and out of my ass. He started out slow, but quickly picked up his pace.
I reached up and held his chin in my hand and stared into his eyes as he fucked me. When he shoved his cock inside me with quick jabbing stabs, his eyes rolled back in his head and then closed. When he slowed down and slid into me slow and deep and tender, he stared into my eyes, and winked the sexiest wink I’d ever seen.
I kissed him on the lips, and then he moaned loudly. I knew he was close. I sucked on his tongue as I tightened my ass around his cock and moved up and down.
“I can’t take any more, babe,” he said. “I’m gonna cum.”
“I already did,” I said.
“What?”
I rolled over to my back without allowing his cock to slip from my ass. My stomach and the comforter were both covered in my cum.
“Oh, shit,” he yelled, “here I cum!”
He pulled his cock from my ass just in time. I felt the first couple of shots splash against the outside of my ass. The next few flew across my torso and landed on my face. I lapped at it eagerly as the last couple of spurts of his cum landed on my belly and mixed with my own.
We lay there for a few minutes, catching our breaths.
Then Robert spoke. “Just exactly when did you cum?”
“When I looked into your eyes and saw the love behind your wink.”
He pulled me close to him and cradled me in his arms. We fell asleep like that and woke up the next morning in the exact same position.
The next three weeks were a nightmare. Monday, Wednesday, Friday, Saturday, and Sunday were heaven for me. Robert and I seemed closer than ever. On the weekends we took trips to the beach and amusement parks. I was on a high during those days, and more in love with my husband than ever. But when Tuesday and Thursday rolled around, I found myself in deep depression. I’d called his office a couple more times after 4:00 and found, as I’d expected, that he’d left at 3:00.
Finally, I couldn’t take it anymore. I called my best friend Carol.
“Honey, you’ve got to face the facts,” she told me as she exhaled from her Pall Mall and took a swig of Bartles & Jaymes wine cooler. Even without seeing her, I knew what she was doing. It was her standard after-dinner routine. “He’s having an affair.”
“How can you say that?” I asked, even as I bit my nails because I knew it to be true.
“The signs are all there, sweetie.”
“But he’s so affectionate and loving when he’s here. Sex is better than ever.”
“That means the end is near. He’s being affectionate and loving because he feels dirty and guilty and wrong for doing this to you, and is trying to atone for his sins.” Another drag on the cigarette and big swig of wine cooler. “And the sex is so good now because he knows it’s coming to an end, and as crazy as it sounds, he wants to remember you and the sex you had in the best possible way. Trust me, I know these things.”
I didn’t know how she knew these things. She’d never been married, and hadn’t been able to even hold onto a boyfriend for more than six months at a time.
“I don’t know, Carol. I love him so much, and I think he loves me too.”
“He lied and said he’s working late and you know that’s not true, right?”
“Yes.”
“And you always smell alcohol on his breath when he comes home, righ
t?”
“Not always, but most of the time.”
“And he’s usually too ‘tired’ to have sex when he gets home at one in the morning, right?”
“Not always, but most of the time.”
“He’s cheating on you, Jason. Get the fuck out of there. If he wants someone else, let him have the bastard. You can come live with me.”
The thought made me shudder. But her logic had worn me down, and I was determined to make a move.
“Thank you, Carol. You’ve helped a lot.”
“That’s what I’m here for, honey.”
“I’ll call you in a couple of days when I know what I’m doing and where I’m staying.”
“You be careful, sweetie.”
“I will.”
I hung up and finished biting the rest of my nails to the quick. Then I got up and went to the bedroom, where I packed three suitcases. When Robert walked into the door a little after one a.m., I was sitting on the sofa with the suitcases next to me.
He stopped halfway through the door.
“Baby, what’s going on? You’ve been crying. What’s wrong?”
“I’m going to make this easy on you,” I said, and wiped my eyes and then blew my nose into the same Kleenex. “You’re in love with someone else, and I don’t want to be one of those spouses who fall to the ground and wrap their arms around their husband’s legs and begs him not to leave.”
“What the hell are you talking about, baby?”
“Come on, Robert. I’m not stupid. Every Tuesday and Thursday you come home way past midnight. You told me you were working on a “special project,” but I’ve called your office and you’re not there. In fact you leave at three on those days. You come home smelling of booze and are too tired to have sex half the time.”
“Jason, you’re misreading this completely.”
“Oh really? What else could it be? I thought you loved me. How could you do this to me?”
Robert came all the way inside the house and shut the door. “I love you more than anything in this world, Jason.”
“Then who is this whore you’re spending so much time with?”
He laughed.
“Don’t you dare laugh at this, Robert. Don’t demean our relationship like that.”
He walked over to me and tried to put his arm around me, but I shook him off, and blew my nose into a new Kleenex.
“I was hoping we could wait another couple weeks to do this. It’s all I really need to be done with it. But I can see how upset you are, so let’s do it now.”
I began crying in earnest and removed the ring from my finger and laid it on the coffee table.
“Baby, put your ring back on and don’t ever take it off again.”
“But ...”
“Put your ring on and get your jacket. We’re going for a little ride.”
“Robert, I’m very vulnerable right now, and very confused.”
“I know, but it’ll all be clear in a few minutes. Just trust me and get your coat.”
I did, and walked to the door where he stood.
He wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me close to him. Then he leaned in to kiss me. At first I pursed my lips and refused to accept his kiss. But it was impossible. I opened my mouth and sucked eagerly on his tongue.
“I love you,” he said. “Now let’s go.”
The ride was intolerable. Neither of us spoke, but the silence was so deafening I thought my head would explode. We finally pulled up to a large house in the middle of a cul de sac in one of the nicer neighborhoods in the city.
“Where are we?” I asked.
“Come on,” Robert said as he opened my door and took my hand. He held it as we headed up the walk and even as he opened the door with the key. Then he picked me up and carried me through the door. The inside was even larger than it looked outside. Three stories with vaulted ceilings, elaborate lighting, and a grand circular staircase to the second floor. It was right out of Dallas or Dynasty.
“Robert, what’s going on? Where are we?”
“We’re home. Or at least it will be home in a couple of weeks.”
“What?”
“This is what I’ve been working on the past couple of months. I’m tired of living in our small apartment. I’m tired of you having to live in our small apartment. I’ve never been more in love with you than I am right now, and I want us to have a nice home. Our own home. Big enough to have a couple of kids maybe in a couple years. I’ve been renovating this place for the past couple of months. Pulling up the old carpeting, installing hardwood floors, updating the electrical system. You know ... man stuff.”
“Robert ...”
“This is for you, Jason. Because I love you and I want to live with you forever and I want to raise a family with you and I want you to live in a home deserving of the amazing person and lover you are.”
Tears poured down my face. “I don’t know what to say.”
“How about telling me you love me.”
“I love you so much,” I cried as I threw my arms around him and hugged him.
He hugged me back, then lowered me to the floor, where he began undressing me.
“Robert, there’s no furniture and the hardwood floor is cold.”
“Shut up and suck my dick,” he said, and winked as he finished undressing me while I sucked his cock to full hardness.
He threw his own clothes carelessly to the floor, then raised my legs into the air as I lay on my back. He licked my ass as only he had ever been able to do, and made me moan with animalistic lust.
“I want you inside me,” I moaned.
Robert pulled his mouth away, and rested the head of his cock against my ass, then slowly pushed it inside. I took a deep breath and relaxed my ass as he slid slowly inside me. When he was all the way inside me, he leaned in and kissed me. My eyes had been closed, enjoying the ecstasy of feeling his cock fill me up. But as he kissed me I tasted something salty, and I looked up into his eyes. Big tears rolled down his cheeks and fell onto my lips as he kissed me.
“I love you so much, Jason,” he said as he pulled his cock almost out of my ass and then slid back in, and another tear fell onto my lips. “I can’t imagine my life without you.”
Robert was big and strong and muscular, with a hairy, manly chest and strong jaw that immediately told you he was in charge and that everything would be okay as long as he was around. His strength and control were what made me fall in love with him. I’d never once in eight years seen him cry.
But now as he made love to me slowly and tenderly and passionately, he couldn’t stop crying. And I’d never regarded him as stronger or loved him as intensely, as now.
I pulled his face down to mine and kissed him passionately, running my fingers across his strong back and cupping his muscular ass with my hands.
“I love you,” I said awkwardly through the kiss, before breaking it. “And I’m yours forever.”
His breathing grew deeper and heavier.
“Kiss me again,” he said, and I did. He moaned loudly and shoved his cock deep inside me, and just left it there as he sucked on my tongue and kissed me with more emotion than I’d ever known in a kiss. And then he collapsed on top of me.
I took a moment to catch my breath, then rolled him over onto his side, and I rolled onto mine to look at him.
“Did you cum inside me?” I asked.
“I’m sorry,” he said, and tensed up a little. “I didn’t mean to. I just couldn’t stop before it happened.”
I looked at him for a moment, not knowing what to say. When we first got together we got tested, and were both negative. For the first four years we’d practiced safer sex, but after that we’d abandoned condoms. We were always sure we were both monogamous, and we still got tested every six months throughout our relationship. But we’d never once cum inside one another. I wasn’t sure how I felt about it.
“I’m so sorry, babe,” Robert said.
I kept looking at him, and knew without a
doubt that he’d never cheated on me and that we were both clean and negative.
“I guess you were serious about starting a family, huh”?
Robert laughed and pulled me into his arms again. It took no time at all to fall asleep spooning one another. About an hour later we awoke because it was so cold. I felt Robert’s cock hard and throbbing against my leg again.
“What do you say we go back to the apartment and go to bed?” he said.
“Good idea. I’m freezing and exhausted. I can’t wait to fall asleep in our bed.”
“Who said anything about sleeping?” Robert said, and slid his cock up and down the length of my ass crack before he slapped it and we got dressed.
The Neighborly Thing to Do
“ Ross, I’m not going to call you again,” her voice yelled from downstairs in the kitchen. “Breakfast is getting cold. Get your ass down here now.” I swear she sounded exactly like my mother, and for a moment I felt like I was back in my bedroom in my parents’ house when I was in middle school.
I groaned as the sound of my wife’s voice caused my cock to soften just slightly, and then I squeezed it harder and pumped my hand up and down the length of it faster to try to keep it hard.
“Shit,” I cried, and tried desperately to stroke it back to life ...
. . . “Ross, did you hear me?” her high-pitched nasal voice cried up the stairs.
. . . and it was useless. My cock shrank back to its fully soft size and my balls shriveled up against the base of my cock.
I sighed, and hit the sheets beside me with my fists, and gritted my teeth. “Yes, dear,” I yelled as cheerfully as I could. I looked down and held my limp cock for a moment, hoping against hope. Nothing happened. “I’m coming.”
My day at work was no better. I couldn’t get the fucking dream I’d had earlier that morning out of my head. Where it originally came from, I had no idea. But I’d had it no less than a dozen times over the past three months, and I couldn’t help but think it meant something.
In the dream I was blindfolded and lying spread-eagle on my back on a sterile stainless-steel table. There were no ropes or leather straps or handcuffs, or any other restraints, but my arms were spread above my head and my legs were spread wide across the foot of the table, and try as I might, I couldn’t move them. I struggled and wriggled against the table, but my feet and hands were held in place by some invisible force. And though nothing physical blocked my mouth and no tape stretched across it, I couldn’t speak or make a noise of any kind.