by Jason Lenov
Brian gives me and understanding smile, smirk and nod. "Hey man, I get it."
I force a smile back.
"Listen, why don't you take the rest of the day off? Go... sort out whatever you need to sort out. It's on me. I'm sure things'll be better tomorrow."
I feel like I should probably say no. I should put my head down, get my shit together and do some fucking work. But I know that's not going to happen. I take Brian up on his offer and head home.
As soon as I get home I pour myself a scotch to try and calm down. It doesn't do the trick so I slam another, pacing around the house.
By the time Serena gets home I'm four drinks in and good and lit.
She looks like shit. I mean, she looks as beautiful as she always does but her hair is all mussed up, her lipstick's a little smeared and she's a little wobbly on her heels.
Or maybe it's me. Maybe I'm just that drunk. My hands are shaking despite the booze. We stand in the hallway staring at each other for what seems like a long time. Finally, I break the silence.
"What happened?" I whisper.
Serena drops her purse on the ground and teeters towards me. She raises her hands up and wraps them around my neck and pulls herself close.
Her breath smells like cum.
A coy, teasing smile cracks on one corner of her mouth and works its way slowly over to the other side. She closes her eyes, leans in and tilts her head.
I greet her kiss with an open mouth.
Her tongue flicks into my mouth, the taste of cum still on it. She plays with mine, licking it and pressing against it, her spit and the scent of cum filling my senses.
I shudder at the fact that my wife, my Serena has been sucking another man's cock all day. My own cock is rock hard.
She pulls away from the kiss and smiles at me again, confident that I know the answer to my question now. "Do you want to hear all about it too?" she asks.
I nod. I want to but not. If there's a word to describe that, I don't know it.
"Dale used my mouth all day." She gasps and covers her mouth. "I forgot," she whispers, as if he might hear if she says it too loud. "I'm not supposed to call him that anymore."
I scowl at her. "What? Dale?" I ask.
"I'm not. I'm supposed to call him 'sir.'"
Sir. Sir?
I wonder why? Something doesn't quite feel right about that but I don't have the patience to hear about why right now. "What do you mean he used your mouth?" I ask instead.
Serena bites her lip at the memory. "I mean, I told him that he could fuck me at work. I told him that you said it was okay. Then he said he didn't have time to fuck me that morning but that I liked sucking the black dick, right? So he said I could do that. He let me suck his cock until he came inside my mouth."
I know this is what's happened. I know it because of the potent stench of man-seed on Serena's lips. Yet still hearing it from her, hearing her admit to it sends a hot twist of jealousy running through me. "How many times?" I mutter.
"Five," she answers right away.
Oh God. Five? "H-he... you gave him five blow jobs?" I stammer.
Serena shakes her head, still grinning. "No. The first one was a blow job. The first one I used my hands and everything. He... he came inside my mouth and there was so much and some of it got on my blouse. That was right in the morning. Right after I got there. Then, the other ones? Those he called me to his office. One before lunch and three after. The last one was right before I left. That's why you can still taste his cum. You can, can't you?"
I nod. My mouth is hanging open. I'm cold inside but my face is hot. "Why... what... how come only the first one was a... "
Serena doesn't let me finish. "The other times he just fucked my mouth. He told me to get on my knees and he used my mouth. He put his hands on my head and just fucked my mouth until he came."
Oh fuck. How can I find something like this hot? I'm so fucking hard but my face is burning with shame.
"That turns you on, doesn't it Anderson?" Serena asks quietly.
I nod.
Her hand falls slowly off my shoulder, down the front of my shirt and comes to rest on my belt. "You're thinking of it now, aren't you?" she asks.
I nod again. It's all I can think about. Dale's big black paws holding Serena's head in place while he fucks her mouth with his cock.
She pulls on the end of my belt, tightening it until the buckle falls out, then lets it hang open.
I steal a glance at her. She's staring at me with a wicked smile. I look back down, unable to hold her gaze any longer than that.
"You know what, Anderson?" she asks.
I shake my head. I want to hear it but I don't. I want to be there but I don't.
Her fingers undo my zipper and my pants fall down. She reaches slowly under my shirt, tucks her hand behind the elastic of my underwear and pulls my cock out.
The feeling of her soft, warm palm on my hard flesh sends a surge of pleasure rushing through me.
"I couldn't get enough of his cum," she whispers as she starts stroking me. "I couldn't stop thinking about it. All those times between sucking his cock I just wanted more. I wanted more of his cum. And when he gave it to me? When he finally filled my mouth up with it again, I was so happy, Anderson."
Serena chokes my cock harder with her hand and gives it a violent tug.
I grimace and clench my teeth. I can feel the cum seeping into my shaft, my nuts tight beneath my legs.
"God you're so hard. You like hearing about it, don't you Anderson?" she asks.
I don't want to say it and I do. I nod instead.
"Say it for me," Serena whispers. "Please?"
I'm on the edge, ready to cum.
"Please?" she pleads one more time.
"I like it."
"You like what?" Her hands slows down just as I start to feel my body climb up the sheer cliff of orgasm.
"Please don't stop!" I moan.
"You like what? I want to hear it!" she hisses. Her finger trails along my shaft.
My whole body aches with the tickle of a disappearing climax. "I like hearing about Dale fucking your mouth full of cum!" I seethe. I look up at her just in time to see her lips crack into a grin again.
Mercifully, her fist chokes up around my cock again as she starts to pump.
A hot blast of pleasure sears up my spine as I start to come.
Chapter 10
Serena
I can't sleep. The room feels too hot. I shake the covers off.
Anderson's passed out next to me from all the booze.
I can't stop thinking about Dale, er... my boss. That and the look of shame on Anderson's face as he shouted that he liked hearing about Dale fucking my mouth full of cum.
My fingers run down to my clit and split my soaked slit. I find the hard nub and start give it a twist. But I know it's not going to be enough. I need more. I need something to fill me to take this pressure away.
I glance over at Anderson. He's snoring but I don't care. He always did say that I could wake him up for sex any time. My hands dive under the covers and I slide up his hips.
I gasp as I find him completely hard. I have to think about it for all of three seconds. I know he won't mind. He'll wake up. Tomorrow I can get a dildo on the way home from work.
Slipping the covers off of him, I swing one leg over and bring my pussy over his shaft. His hot, hard head feels good as I dip it between my folds and slide.
He stirs. The snoring stops. He smacks his lips.
I'm so fucking horny. I can't wait any longer. Pushing him lower, I find my hole and slide down his cock.
That wakes him up.
His eyes bug out to find me naked on top of him. He looks down at our bodies and realizes he's inside me. I feel his cock lurch.
"Mmm," I purr, lying down on his chest. "That felt good."
"Serena? What are you doing?" he says, rubbing his eyes.
"What does it look like I'm doing? I'm fucking you," I giggle.
Strangely, he doesn't seem as pleased as I thought he would. "Are you... wait, what? Why?"
I lean in close and whisper into his ear. "Because I'm your wife and I couldn't sleep and you've got a cock."
Anderson squirms, then pushes me away. "I don't... did you put a condom on me?" he asks.
The question sends a fresh pulse of lust through me. "No. I didn't do that."
Suddenly my mind is racing and every thought is about how hot it would be to feel him come inside me without a condom on. I gaze into his eyes.
His cock flexes again. "Are we... should we be doing this?" he asks.
My pussy tightens at how worried he looks. I haven't really been keeping track of timing but that makes it double hot. "What's the worst that could happen?" I ask as I start to ride him a little harder.
"Uh... you could end up pregnant?"
"Yeah," I grin. "There's that." I start to bounce my ass a little harder. My pussy's so sloppy that it smacks each time I slam down on him. A wet fart squeezes out, then another. They make me laugh.
Anderson's hard inside me. His hands are on my ass. He's as into this as I am.
I bite my lip and start riding him even harder. "Yeah? You like that? You like thinking about coming inside me?"
Fuck this is hot.
His hips are coming up to meet me now. I can feel him almost touching the place Dale did when he went deep. Not quite.
"Fuck baby," Anderson grunts. "Are you sure?"
I'm riding him as hard as I can now. My whole body's tight and I'm about to come. My nipples are hard. I give my tit a squeeze.
The question throws me off. Am I? Am I sure? Fuck. I want it right now. I want to feel his come inside me but...
"Fuck baby, I'm gonna fucking come!" he grunts again.
That does it. The thought of Anderson's sticky, hot seed shooting up into my pussy makes me clamp down onto his cock as I start to come. "Fuck!"
As I reach the crest of my orgasm I feel it. His cock hardens and softens, hardens and softens, each pulse sending blast after blast of hot, white cum deep into my body. It makes me come harder than usual, his cock retching inside me like that.
As soon as the rush of endorphins is over I start to worry about what we've done. I ride out the rest of Anderson's orgasm but as soon as I can see he's done I pull myself off.
His cock flops out sideways, already pretty soft.
"Fuck," I whisper. "Baby, I love you and one day I want to have your babies but... "
He's shaking his head. "I know, I know! Not quite right now, right? Damn it, I should have pulled out!"
"No, no! This one was totally my fault. I'm sorry. It was just so fucking hot having you inside me and thinking that you were going to... "
"I know. I know... " he mutters.
Even as I'm climbing off of him I can see that he can't stop looking at my pussy. I pause for a moment, one foot off the bed.
His eyes rise to mine.
A force that's not me makes me get back up on the bed. I swing a leg over him again, then start to crawl up. I don't know what it is that gives me the courage to do this. I'm not usually this... direct in bed.
But I want to see it now that I've thought about it. I can see he wants it, too.
He slides down as I slide up and a moment later his face is between my legs.
I press my hands against my tits.
Anderson starts to suck.
***
Anderson
Things I thought I'd never do in this life. Suck my own cum out of my wife's pussy. There's one.
But when I saw her looking at me like that... I don't know. I had to try.
It's so fucking hot the way she settles onto me. I have the perfect view of the mound just above where her flesh splits. I can see the tiny bump in her tummy and her breasts.
My cock jumps as she grabs them and squeezes them.
The razor sharp smell of her pussy juice burns up my nose, followed by the muskier shadow of the smell of my own cum.
I put a hand on each of her thighs and pull her down.
As she settles her full weight onto me I flick out my tongue. She shudders as I touch her messy folds. When I plunge it into her hole, she moans.
The a few drops of my seed dribble onto my tongue. It's a peculiar taste, unlike anything else. Tart and warm. It seems to almost stick to my tongue.
Serena shakes on top of me again. She reaches down with two fingers and starts rubbing her clit right above my nose.
I push deeper into her hole. I feel it coming with the tip of my tongue. It's the big glob that I shot deep inside of her. It slips gently onto my tongue, slides down and slithers down into my throat.
There's so much of the mess and it just keeps coming. My tongue starts to hurt so I swallow what's in my mouth, then slurp the rest out of her. Another clump of still warm cream runs out of her pussy and I choke it down.
It's getting a little hard to breathe, as hot as it is being between her thighs.
But Serena's lost in the sensation of me tongue-fucking her and her trying to get off.
All I can do is continue to suck. So I do. Breathing hard, I swallow down the cum and suck again.
Serena moans. Her pussy tightens around my tongue.
I suck again and pull out another batch with a hungry slurp.
"Oh fuck!" she squeals on top of me. Every few circles around her clit she whacks my nose with her fingers but doesn't seem to notice.
I stick my tongue into her again but I don't think there's anything left.
She's close. "Fuck baby don't stop!" she mewls.
I flick my tongue in and out of her hot pussy until.
Serena doubles over on top of me, her hand still flailing at her clit. The first hot wash of her juice catches me off guard. I swallow some and some goes down the wrong hole and I start to choke.
Serena screams through her orgasm.
I somehow manage to stave off a fit of coughing. I open my mouth back up and slide my tongue quickly back and forth across her slit.
Hot wash after hot wash of her cum spurt into my mouth. With one final scream and shake, she falls off to the side of me, clutching her pussy with her hand. "Oh my God," she gasps as she realizes what she's done. "Oh my God, did I do that?" she asks, pointing at the pool of her juice on my neck.
"It's alright. It's probably... for the best," I say.
She stares at me with wide, disbelieve eyes. "I just... did I really... what is that?"
I reach up and scoop up some of the warm, clear fluid. "I don't know. I didn't realize that... "
"No!" Serena says, shaking her head. "Neither did I!" She looks stunned but not scared. Her hand is still between her legs. She leans forward and kisses my cheek, then licks it. "There," she giggles. "Now we're even."
Yeah. Not quite. I look her in the eye. "Do you think we're safe?" I ask.
She cuddles up next to me. "Safer than we were. I think we'll be alright."
My mind wanders to what she did that day and worry clouds my mind. "Hey," I say quietly, pressing my forehead against hers.
"What's up?"
"You... with Dale. You're going to be careful, right?" Of course the thought of Dale fucking his seed deep into Serena's bare pussy makes my cock jump.
The motion catches her eye and she reaches down. Except she doesn't grab my cock. She reaches lower, cups my balls and squeezes. Just enough to make me tighten up.
"Why?" she whispers. "You scared he might knock me up?"
I look over at her. Of course I'm scared of that. I'm fucking terrified and also supremely turned on. I nod.
She smiles. "I'll do my best but, you know. He's kind of the boss." She giggles again as her cheek settles against my chest. A few minutes later she's snoring away.
My eyes are wide open and I know there's no way I'm going back to sleep.
Great. At least she got what she needed.
Chapter 11
Serena
I almost forget to say goodbye to Anderson in t
he morning. He runs out to the car with a travel mug filled with coffee and leans his head inside.
"What's on your mind that you can't say goodbye to your husband?" he says with a smile.
I take the mug and kiss him. It's a relief to see him smiling. I was starting to get worried that he wouldn't be on board with this whole thing. It could have gone either way when I told him Dale fucked my face.
But it went the right way. He got so fucking turned on. I got so fucking turned on. Now we're back on track and the only thing on my mind is that big, black cock.
"Hey," he says just as I'm about to pull away. "Be safe, remember?"
I smile and blow him a kiss, then back out of the driveway.
Be safe.
Yeah. Right. About that.
Because the thing is if today's the day that Dale fucks me I honestly don't know if I'll be able to tell him to pull out. I really just don't trust myself to be able to do that with that big black dick up inside me.
That big, black dick.
That's all I think about all the way to work. Of course by the time I get there I'm soaked. My heart is pounding as I walk out of the elevator and start to walk across the floor. Will he call me into his office? Is he waiting for me? Has he been thinking about me at all? Anywhere close to how much I've been thinking about him?
"Serena!"
I almost scream and jump. It's him. That's his voice. I turn to see him standing by the door to his office with his hand raised. I shoot him a smile. "Yes, sir?"
Dale smiles back at me. It seems genuine. Maybe he's happy I called him sir.
Around me a few eyebrows go up but I don't care. I don't give a fuck what people think. I just want him.
I cross the floor a little faster than I should and breathe a sigh of relief, happy to no longer be the center of attention once the door closes behind me.
I stand almost at attention, staring straight ahead. Something makes me think that he'd like me this way. Eyes ahead, tits out, ass up.
The sound of his slow footsteps behind me makes the skin on the back of my neck pimple up. Then I feel his hand on my ass.
"Bend over, Serena."
The low order takes my breath away. I drop my purse and the bag I'm carrying and do what he asks. I bend over and put my hands on his desk. "Yes, sir," I whisper, as an afterthought.