...if you are doing your husband, right?
Even if he was third in line? For the day?
You know, now that I think about it...this continuation of a day of slutty excess occurred after midnight in our timezone, so therefore he had his very own day. Pshew! ~released~ I feel much more virtuous!
I believe the cliff-hanger at lunchtime left you (well him) with me stroking his cock with my folds through a couple of layers of undershorts. I left mine on. Satiny pink ones and no NOT a pair I had worn on either 'date' Why would you think that you pervs! ~just kidding~ I guess color was inconsequential as the lights were off, but his rigid member seemed to enjoy the texture of that as I alternated gliding softly to grinding down hard. I could easily have brought him off that way in short (no pun) order, but I felt I owed him a bit more.
I was still as I said irrational concerned (and knew it was irrational at the time) about being noticeably used. In situations like that I kinda wish he DID know and approve of my activities. Not that that is out of the realm of the possible since he does have tendencies like an actual cuckold as far as I can see and has been enthusiastic about past stories and recent 'fables'.
I've read hot wife experiences from the cuck's perspective where he reports differing sensations. I believe he experiences that but I think it isn;t a matter of knowing to expect it, but rather expecting it causes the perception. There may be a demonstrable 'readiness' on her part because she has had a warm-up, knows he knows, and all the kinky-hot goodness that must go along with that.
My concern is where that would lead and that ain't a genie that will wiggle her cute little haram-pant clad behind and poof back in her bottle, methinks. I think a little light experimental swinging might be the way to ease into a trial, but out and out, 'I'm off on a date, hon!" has got to be fraught with peril of all sorts on all sides.(Not that infidelity is not inheritable treacherous ~pun intended~
Where was I?
I yes, slip sliding away. Kinda for real..I was w-e-t. Noticeably so...I have no idea if the soaking the gusset of my drawers was getting had an pre=ejaculate contributions on it because my side was drenched.
I slid down to a so=called subservient position. Prostrating myself before his cock. I find it a powerful position myself, him lying still...that 'don;t stop'look in his eyes. Missed this time in the dark...but my eyes were adjusting.
His cock smelled lightly fragrant of my sex. A clean fresh version. He has commented in the past that when I am really. really aroused that I taste more neutral. seemed to be so now.
Plunging my mouth on him I could taste myself. I have either by myself or sometimes for dramatic effect with a partner sampled myself on fingertip. I like my taste, but somehow with the addition of the fragrances and texture and slightly slightly background note of cock it is even better.
~giggle~ That sounded like a clip from my sister's 'foodie' blog. I read hers and learn things about blogging from her but hell no she doesn't read mine. I hope. I have a really inept fledgling blog she is helping me with so I can ask her questions about html and such without her wondering why. And no you can't have the link. And no she isn't single. And further, no she doesn't cheat. So far as I know, and I think she'd mention but on the other hand I don;t even hint..hmmm...geez sorry I was telling a story here.
So what would have been a slightly guilty, maybe a little dutiful make-it-up-to-you fellatio session, took a turn for the kinky.
I don't think I was just reinforcing my alibi. It was as I remember it now a willful bit of kink that I really enjoyed telling.
:"Close your eyes." I told him..silly because it was dark. But I'm sure he complied. I figure he could make out my form and movements in the dark and he may have peeked but that would have spoiled nothing as the image I was intending was for his imagination and I have confidence his is sufficiently technicolor.
I went on to describe what Diana had worn, making it in the telling shorter, tighter and much more plunging than it was. I described the open-mouthed unashamed ogling that she got as a result. That part wasn't altogether a fabrication. Hubby loyally suggested her enhanced version was an inferior version of my own natural genetically driven robustness. (HA! spellchecker doesn't like bustyness but this suggestion I like...yeah that's me ro-bust! Would fembots be robo-busts?)) I thanked him for the compliment but persisted. He knows I have seen and felt them back when she had first recovered from her surgery and was eager to show them off. I lied a bit and told him that I have felt them again since and that both in form and feel they have really settled in to a rather pleasing shape. They really do look great she works out a bit and has sculpted her chest into something pretty amazing.
"Imagine you were awakened by giggling whispers. As you called out to me, I just told you to shhh! and close your eyes. You would peek of course and see her beautiful breasts for yourself as I helped her out of her clothes and directed her to our bed...."
I stopped the tale and gave him a few strokes of my mouth, hitting all the right sensitive spots. I pulled off but continued to slather his cock with licks and nuzzles and kisses, in between continuing: my tale:
"Doesn't she have the most fuckable lips?" I pursued.
"Yes." he nearly gasped. No protests at this point..
"Tell her."
Sensing his confusion I explained...."Diana is sucking your cock right now...tell her what a good job she is doing.."
"Oh, that feels so good..' He tested...
"Say her name....I want to hear you say her name..."
"Oh, you suck me so well, Diana.'
I gave his balls a friendly 'good boy' squeeze....that almost pushed him over I had to back off a bit in pace and intensity.
'Yeah, baby....tell her what a good little cock-slut she is..."
He did an excellent job..I tried not to be miffed at the verbal kink I had unleashed. He was willing once bidden to be a little more 'out there' in the choice of words than I think he would dare in characterizing his ever-virtuous wifey. He was enthusiastic as requested and at the point it turned into more of a face fucking I was only able to respond in gurgles..it was hot.
He delighted in calling her a 'slutty little cock-sucker'. A 'horny little nymphomaniac' and various demands that included 'slut not pejoratively but rather as a title. It was hot to hear. At another more opportune time I shall specify that he may and should think of me in such terms whilst inflagrante some other time. Then was not the time to turn off the spigot with second thoughts on his part.
My favorite (while I was doing exactly that..) was when he said "Rim that ass, slut!" I almost laughed..I had no idea he knew the term...I mean why wouldn't he...All he had to do was Google "My wife licks my ass" to get this result...if his personal list of porn doesn't already have examples of such..:)
He came in buckets in "Diana's" mouth not on her tits as I had expected, but perhaps another time..~grin~
That was hot
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