1 comments/ 15056 views/ 0 favorites Good for the Goose? By: magichandslee I knew someone was there the minute I walked in the door to my house. The blouse on the back of my couch that wasn't mine was a sure sign. I set my packages down on the kitchen counter, got a bottle of water out of the fridge. Then I just went and sat down on the couch to wait. I put my feet up and relaxed, the day at the medical clinic I run had been shorter but busier than normal, they hurt. It wasn't long, perhaps 10 minutes before Jon came out of my bedroom, looking a little sheepish. I looked him up and down, he was wearing just his trousers. Not even any socks. I suppose he expected me to cut loose into a tirade, but I just looked at him and took a pull off the water bottle. One thing I do know, my late husband Ted would have NEVER used my bedroom for a tryst. He might do it on the carpet or on the couch, or even up on his massage table. The bedroom was off limits, an unspoken agreement between us. In 20 years of marriage, no one had even been in there except for Ted and me. Sometimes we had had flings with others, not even then did they invade my bedroom. Our home on the outskirts of Portland had an upper floor, the bedroom there was a loft. This ranch style home I had bought here in Reno has the master bedroom on the main floor, so perhaps it was more tempting. I looked at Jon, I could see he was struggling to say something. I was enjoying his discomfort in fact. I used my best training in professional manners to keep a calm and straight face. There are some advantages to being a Doctor, I suppose. No way could Jon read my reaction, which inside was thinking of reaching for his testicles, but outside, nothing. I had no idea at all who was still in my bedroom. It flashed in my mind that I hoped it wasn't a guy, although the blouse was a pretty good clue. I got my answer in a few moments as Carlita walked out, wearing the same sheepish hand in the cookie jar expression. She was wearing a skirt and just a bra, I smiled inwardly at her blushing as she retrieved her blouse and put it on. She said something to Jon in Spanish, looking sidelong at me. I smiled sweetly and said, "De Nada, Senora" deliberately using the word for a mature woman. Carlita was all of 25, perhaps. "Probably not a wrinkle or blemish on her entire goddam body," I thought, fighting myself to keep from throwing a fit. She looked at me in shock at my use of Spanish. I am sure it hit her that I must have overheard all of her rattlings as she and the other maid redid the room at the Hotel where Jon I lived together for a few days when I first arrived. I did, of course. So I already knew that Jon had a bit of action on the side. Of course he did, he is a male, with the usual 40 point IQ drop when they get an erection. {Do I sound pissed off?} LoL. Jon's getting laid really didn't bother me that much, Ted and I had several very nice relationships with others, there was never any jealousy between us. I realized that it was because with Ted, such things were perfectly normal. Ted wasn't much for pretense, you got him the way he was. Carlita went outside, her cell phone at her ear as she went through the door. I was sure she was calling a driver from the Casino where Jon worked, even that irritated me off a little. Jon did that for me a lot, here this little bimbo just called them on her own. Well, I could call them on my own, too, but still. Jon finally broke the ice with, "Lee, I am sorry." "Please go make my bed." I told him, not looking at him. He hesitated, but went back into my bedroom. He came back out in a few minutes carrying the sheets and blankets. I smiled when I saw he was smart enough to replace the blankets and top cover, too. Jon had finished dressing. He opened his mouth but I interrupted, "Hungry?" as I headed for the kitchen. He looked a little confused, then followed me. I made a nice salad and heated some soup and toast. We sat down to eat, both of us quiet. Jon finally stammered, "Lee, I..." "Not in my bedroom, Jon. Is that clear?" He looked at me for a long moment, I could see him struggling with himself on how to play it. His eyes dropped, he said, "Yes, clear." I finished up the dishes and went back into the living room, clicked on the cartoon channel. It was just a few minutes later that he told me he was heading in to his office, I nodded. Then he was gone. I sat there for a very long time. I could understand, Carlita is a beautiful woman, young. Here I am 51, showing it. Plus it was obvious that the relationship between Jon and Carlita preceeded me. I went online and got a plane ticket back to Portland, I had the next 3 days off at the clinic anyway. Then I called a locksmith and had the locks changed to my house. To be frank, I was angry inside. Jon is one of the owners of the Hotel and Casino, there are 1600 rooms. He instead chose to use my house, my bedroom. Yes, Jon has been living with me at the house for some time, so even having sex with some trinket wasn't too bad. But my bedroom? I called a taxi to the airport, I was in Portland 4 hours later. I called Sally to let her know I was coming, she seemed pleased. I appreciated that she didn't ask any questions. Sally was still at work when I got to the house, I walked upstairs to the loft. I looked around, it was untouched, just the way I left it. Sally was using the downstairs guest room. I stretched out on the bed, familiar, comfortable. I slept for several hours. It was dark when I woke up, I went out on the upstairs deck and looked out over the valley to the West. A few lights from homes were lit, the glow from Portland lit up the early evening sky in the distance. I realized I could hear the TV downstairs, so I went down to see Sally. She jumped up and gave me a big hug. Sally and I are close, she rented my home here when I moved to Reno to be with Jon. She is a no-nonsense kind of lady, but she also is live and let live. I knew she wouldn't push me for information, I wasn't ready. Talking about it could have me crying in no time, I knew. But finally I told Sally what was going on. The fact that Jon was getting a little extra on the side simply didn't bother me. He used my bed, my bedroom, that did bother me. Sally listened to it all, then she asked me, "Did you ever mention that to him before?" I realized I hadn't. With Ted, things like that were simply a given. I was absorbing all of that when the phone rang. It was Jon. "Are you all right?" were the first words out of his mouth. "Yes." "Where are you?" "Portland, at the house." "Oh. You locked up the house here?" "Yes." "Lee, please! I will be faithful, I promise." "It's not that, Jon. I need you to be you. I am not jealous, just not in my bed without me there!" "I am sorry, I didn't realize, I didn't mean to embarra..." "It doesn't, I am not jealous. But think of it, suppose I were to screw Nathan or someone on your desk behind your back?" Jon was quiet, my mind flashed to Nathan, the nice looking big African man who served as my driver and bodygaurd sometimes. I knew Jon was thinking of that. Of course I also knew Nathan. That huge gentle man loved his wife and family, he wouldn't even dream of it. "Yes, I understand." Then, "Please, come home, I love you." "I will be there Tuesday, I have the clinic to run." "Can I have the keys back?" "Yes." We chatted quite a bit, then Jon apparently began feeling comfortable, because he started into some of his sexy talk. I was grinning, I handed the phone to Sally, motioning her to be quiet. Sally listened a bit, I saw her face start to turn pink. One thing I do know about Sally, she is as horny as anybody. It wasn't more than a few minutes and she was breathing heavy, she tried to hand the phone back to me but I refused. I got up and poured each of us a glass of Bailey's, by the time I got back to the living room Sally was murmering and moaning a bit. She looked at me with a mischievious look on her face, then laughed and handed me the phone. I put it to my ear, Jon was still going. I started to laugh, Jon stopped. "What is going on?" he demanded. "Oh, you just mind fucked my best friend, Sally." I told him. I heard the intake of breath, got him. "See you Tuesday, dear." I said, "bye." I shut off the phone and grinned at Sally, who was still sitting there with a flushed face. "Naughty, isn't he?" I said with a giggle. We both hugged and roared at that. Maybe I have control after all. Now for the next fun part. I could use a housekeeper, Carlita will be just fine! I can hardly wait to talk to Jon about that. Good for the Goose In 1983 the world was going really good for me. I had gotten out of the Army, got a great job, re connected with my high school sweetheart who was home from college and now teaching at the elementary school where she went and was about to get married to her. We bought a house and got married and things were great. The sex was energetic and frequent although we weren't pushing for any kids just yet. We explored and fulfilled each other's sexual needs that first year. Cathy had come to me one night after drinking too much tequila and tearfully recalled her 3 sex partners in college. She went on the tell me of giving blow jobs and getting ate out by one of them, and the almost always missionary sex except with one guy who did like her to get on top every once in a while. She did this crying apologetically like I would condemn her for it. I think she was trying to get me to tell her about my sexual history while I was away but I shied away from that. If I went into the list of women I had sex with and what we did it would have shocked her at best and probably would have had her all American blue eyed, blonde haired, big tittied, round ass self runaway to find a less perverted future husband. I knew she was waiting for me to respond somehow so I mentioned that I understood about getting lonely and that I kind of messed around with a few girls while I was away and I hoped she would forgive me. I could tell by the way she paused that she wanted a laundry list of how many and what we did but I really didn't think that telling her about having threesomes or multiple sex partners in a single night doing 69, doggies style, Eiffel tower, double cowgirl, or even one on one stuff like doggy style would go over to well with her limited experience. When we actually did it in high school it was kissy kissy missionary sex. Once she realized I wasn't going to get into what I did and seemed forgiving for what she had done she relaxed. Hell she didn't have any STD's so why get uptight over a few fucks when we weren't attached t each other. It did give me an idea or a sexual barometer on how to work with her about more adventurous sex. But Cath was from a very proper family and her mother old her sex was to be done in the dark by married people in the missionary position only. That's what good girls did once they were married. On our honeymoon I reintroduced her to getting her pussy eaten. One night while we were walking on the beach I asked her "Cathy, you remember when you told me about one of your boyfriends, you know licking you, down there, did you like it? " I felt her stiffen against me and turned her head into my chest and almost whispered, "Yes." Leaning down and kissing the top of her head in a gesture of absolution I whispered in her ear, "Would you like me to do that for you?" Her breath caught in her throat and she waited a little longer and with a shudder she breathed out "Yes." I touched her face still buried in my chest with my hand and taking her chin between my forefinger and thumb I directed her face up into the moonlight and kissed her softly letting her know I didn't think badly of her. Not that night, but the next afternoon when I walked into the hotel room after Cath had just finished her shower and was toweling off her hair in front of the bed I knew it was time. The she was with her back to me with her round ass sticking out as she bent over. Her ass was even more accentuated by the tan lines of her modest bikini bottoms. What I wanted to do was to reach down and bury my face between her ass cheeks and lick her from clit to asshole but that might shock my little white bread wife a little too much. So instead I took her into my arms and pulled the towel away kissing her as she struggled to get from from me and protested about the daylight. I shushed her with a kiss and reminded her we were on our Honey moon. I proceeded to lay her face up on he bed and she feebly tried to complain her hair would get tangled. I shushed her with more kisses telling her I would brush it for her. On her back her white C cup breast accented by tan lines still stood up large and proud while her dusky pink nipples tightened and her tennis ball size areola puffed up as I kissed her lips and neck. I worked exclusively on alternating deep soulful kisses with her mouth and then trailing wet tongue sweeps and lip caresses down her jaw and neck. While I was kissing her I would caress her body with my hands but I stayed away from her nipples and her pussy. After I felt her breath get faster and more shallow I allowed my kisses to drop down across the upper slopes of her breasts and shoulders feeling for the locations that would cause the catch of the breath, a little wiggle, or a moan. Now down her arms, the front of her armpit where her arm and shoulder joined was very sensitive. Soon I was kissing across the top slopes of her breasts and she was breathing in a more excited way. My hands had continued caressing her in from her knees to the bottom of her ribs. This would draw little gasps or a hitch in the beginning roll of her hips when she thought I was going to touch her clit. No she had already came enough times on my fingers I was looking for another route today. Until now Cath had been running her hands across my shoulders and had pulled my polo shirt off but I still had my tennis shorts on. It wasn't long before she had locked my head in her hands and intertwined her fingers in my hair trying to force my mouth onto her nipples. She has sensitive nipples and I had even made her come a few times this way too. As she would force my face toward a nipple I would slightly resist and then use the pressure she was using to move quickly past it to the other breast and lick the pale white flesh as it quivered beneath me. I then let her push m head some more and used her pressure to lick down between her the middle of her breasts and began kissing the undersides of them. I sensed some confusion from her when I finally left the underside of her breasts and began kissing the line of her ribs in short arcs before fluttering down to her navel. When I rimmed her navel with my tongue her ensuing hiss, moan and arching her stomach up made me think she had maybe cum. If she had it was a little one so I continued to lick and kiss in and around her belly button in a figure eight. I began to bend the ends of the 8 down toward her hips or more precisely where her hip bones pointed up. I would dance my tongue slowly across her stomach toward her hip only to dance it back up to her belly button and then back to the other hip. By now Cath had realized I what was going to happen and was caressing and holding my head. I few times I felt her want to push me face toward her pussy and hurry the contact of my tongue with her clit. But her good girl training would kick in and she would relent. Once I reached her hips I began licking my way across her waist from hipbone to hip bone each pass going a little lower. Cath kept her honey blonde bush trimmed as a carryover of her gymnastics days so there was no hair in the way yet. By now I had wedged myself well between her thighs and was caressing her stomach and the bottoms of her breasts with my hands. As I reached the top of her bush I began a new trail. I had Cath's thighs pushed apart and the groin muscles popped out on both sides of her thighs. I started licking the insides of her thighs along her groin muscle and then jumping to the other side doing the same. As I did I could smell the lovely musk and feel the heat coming off my wifes pussy. Her lips were puffy and there was moisture shining on them. Her hips tried to roll up into my face as I moved over top to lick the other side. Cath was open wet and I could see the pink bud of her clit sticking up out of its hood. It was time. I brought my hands back down to the insides of her thighs licking my thumbs and forefingers making them very wet, Then moving my hands back up her body keeping my fingers up off her skin I leaned my head in and placed the flat of my tongue against her clit while I softly wrapped my lips around it and then caressed her nipples with my wet fingers. Cath went rigid like she was hit with a bolt of lightning and gasped in what sounded like pain as I sucked lightly on her clit. Then she began to moan and pulling my hair as her hips rocked up and she fucked her clit into my mouth. As she humped she moaned even louder. I began to alternate between sucking her clit and lips or I tried to as she humped back and forth. About the 7th hump she locked her hips up and shoved my head down into her cunt and squealed and grunted. After about 30 seconds she collapsed back up onto the bed. Her hand limp on my head and her whole body flaccid. I looked up to realize she had passed out. I slowly extricated myself from between her thighs and using her towel and the glass of water by the bed I cleaned my very wet face of any pussy cream. Normally I would like to relish in it because I really enjoyed Cathys vaginal juices. It wasn't bitter or tart like some I had known. But I wasn't sure how my new wife would feel about kissing me with her juices on my face. I lay next to her covering us with the opposite end of the comforter and wrapped her in my arms before she woke up. In a few minutes her eyes fluttered open and she asked "What happened,. did I?" Before she blushed and a very embarrassed look covered her face. Hiding her face from me she whispered "You must think I am a freak." Once again I pulled her face up I kissed her. She opened her mouth and took my tongue and lips in hers before pulling back looking at my face. I whispered "I cleaned it off". Cathy hesitated for a minute before kissing me again for a few more minutes breaking the kiss and whispered "Not all of it". While we were kissing I had also dropped my hand between her thighs and was caressing around her lips but avoiding her clit as I felt the wetness grow. We kissed some more and as we did I kept caressing and hearing her breathing get raspier. Even with that major climax she was ready to go again. I wanted to eat her again but my cock which had spent the last episode painfully trapped in my tennis shorts had managed to drool through and was ready to find a home. Kissing Cath and caressing her with one hand I tried to work the shorts off with the other. Once Cath realized what I was doing she joined right in and soon I kicked them to the floor. Cath reached down and took me in her hand and felt the slimy wetness that had already formed on me. She looked down and then looked at me with an unsure look on her face. Finally she asked, "Do you want me...." Before she could finish I kissed her and said "Not today", as I rolled her onto her back. I slid my hips over hers and her hand was between us still holding me in her hand. As I positioned myself against her she began to pull her hand away but I reached down and held it there. She looked afraid for a moment before I told her " You guide it in." Wrapping her hand around me again she sat up to see what she was doing and I levered up out of her way leaving me in contact with her hand. I eased forward and could feel her hand pulling me to her. Her eyes narrowed as her brow knitted and her tongue poked out of the corner of her mouth in rapt concentration. When the head of my cock touched her lips she let out a light gasp and stopped. Pushing her I began to move my hips up and down causing cock to move up and down her slit. Soon she was mimicking me with her hand sliding the head up and down her grove. As she reached the top she would rub the head against her clit in a little circle. Her rubbing was already turning us both on. I wanted to finish off in my wife's tight pussy and not shoot off all over her like an inexperienced school boy. I let Cath go until I was almost done. It was sexy to watch her masturbating her clit with my cock and my cock with her pussy lips. She had her eyes closed and was licking her lips in between pants of breath. I waited until she was near her opening and I pushed forward slightly. Not hard, but enough for her to know where I wanted to go. She opened one eye to look up at me and taking her lower lip in her mouth she pushed me into her and I followed. As I slid in a little she moaned again. As wet as we both were I still had to pull out and push forward a few times to work my way inside her. As I did she would moan each time but she still held my cock by the base as I was buried in her. Cath seemed to read my mind and realize she still had a hold of me and started to let go but I grabbed her hand and in an unintentional growl I said "Leave it there" as I held her hand against me. Her eyes opened wide as she circled the base of my cock with her hand again. I began sliding in and out of her and she kept her hand around the base of my cock. Each time I pushed forward her thumb would mash against her clit. I was starting to work up a good rhythm of alternating deep and shallow strokes and I could feel both our breathing starting to get faster and faster as well. Not only was Cathy's skin flushing and her breathing getting faster her hand was grasping my cock a little tighter each time. Cathy had propped herself up in one elbow to be able to see to guide me into her and had not laid back down. She was still watching with one eye as I worked my way in and out of her. She watched her own hand bounce of her cunt and clit and began panting out "So bad, so bad" I found out later she had never masturbated because she was made to believe it was nasty. Cath grunted and moaned between the bads and soon she began to say "Uggh, so good, ugggh feels so good!" and as she got close to coming while her hips were rolling she just chanted "good ugghh good" I knew Cath was close but so was I and she had already cum once. It wasn't long before I short stroked trying to get as much pressure against the head of cock as possible in an effort to shoot off. The consequence was that Cath's thumb got trapped against her clit driving her crazy as well. I think she came first but I was only milliseconds behind her. I felt her cunt start to squeeze in convulsions as her legs locked around my hips and her grunts became a keening wail. The arm she was leaning on reached up and wrapped around the back of my neck pulling down and using me for support as she rocked up locking her lips against mine while she threw hips against me over and over. In response my body locked up and I felt rope after rope of cum fire into her. After about the 7th or 8th shot I collapsed on top of her but keeping most of my weight off but letting my head pillow on her breasts. Cathy's legs were still locked around my waist and she was rocking her hips grinding my pubic bone and her hand against her clit as she shuddered through multiple orgasms while she still held my hardness inside her. I placed soft kisses upon her breasts and face as she slowly relaxed and the grinding became a rocking and then she laid still . Her breathing no longer urgent gasps but now deep and contented. Her hand still grasping my now half hard cock, Cathy nuzzled my neck and kissed be softly as I hooked her leg over mine and rolled us to the side keeping me still in her and her hand holding me in place. We kissed softly until we both fell asleep. Good for the Goose "Are you sure?" she whispered again in my ear. The room was dimming as the afternoon sun began it's early winter retreat. Her curly hair brushed softly against my freshly shaven head. "Yes," I demanded as we laid next to each other, fresh from our post-yoga shower. Though the house hadn't warmed up yet, the heat under the covers were all we needed, except for her knee-high socks to keep her toes warm. We were not ready to get dressed just yet. "I need you to say it," she whispered with one hand holding her head and her other hand politely gripping my hardening dick. My hands were occupied as well, one in her hair and the other at the small of her back. I traced circles in both as I pretended each were something else. "We talked about it in the car home and in the shower. You think I'm backing out now that you've got my dick in your hand," I stated matter-of-factly as my voice echoed from her shoulder to her neck. "I just need you to say it now," she warmly responded as she began stroking my dick the way I was stroking her hair. Our rhythm was always nice, but today there was something easy in the air. A sense of calm that greets excitement. We lay caressing each other for a few minutes while we listened to the fireplace crackle. The room was warming. "Boo, I want you to gently place your fingers in my ass while you suck my dick," I finally whispered. You could feel her thighs tremble with each syllable. She melted at the words. I don't think it was for power, though that may have been part of it. She simply wanted to be certain this wasn't her idea that I was being dragged into. She wanted to know that I wanted her to do it. That was very important. Saying the words out loud was a commitment. And this was quite a commitment. We'd joked about it for several years, but she would always steer clear when things got too close. She would also tease me about fucking her in the ass, but we knew she wasn't ready for it. I'd sometimes joke before our Friday yoga class that those tights made me want to discover something new in her LuLuLemon. Today was different because I unintentionally let her know it didn't need to be mutual. Our yoga instructor often heard our mature conversations and would playfully hush us. "Get a room, not a mat," she'd toss in the air as I smirked at my wife's downward dog. "Does your wife know you are constantly eyeing her?" she joked as we all prepared for class. "She likes the attention," I replied as I placed my mat directly behind my wife's. She smiled but never acknowledged the conversation. "But she's not eyeing you like you're some piece of meat," our instructor responded trying to cause a stir. "Satisfaction is not a sport of equality. Just because I'm doing it doesn't mean she's got to," I replied as I began to stretch. "And you may want to check your glass house, Ms. Pot," I finished as she laughed looking through the studio windows. She had recently started dating the swim instructor who just happened to walk by at that moment - though the pool was clear on the other side of the gym. Now that she had a steady beau in her life our classes were more intense and more relaxed at the same time. She hungrily stared as her man strolled by. "Touché," was her only response. Well, that and the brutal class we endured next. Then it started in the car. "So not all lust is created equal," my wife lobs out of nowhere. She was busy merging onto the highway, so I wasn't even sure she was speaking to me at that moment. "I'm sorry," I replied. "You can do things I'm not that into and vice-versa?" she thoughtfully vocalized as though a bigger picture had been painted already. "Are you talking about me staring at you in those yoga pants?" I nervously chuckled, knowing I needed to peel each layer slowly. "Like you don't stare at me when I'm on death's bed with the flu," she pounced back. "What I'm asking is if it would be okay for me to do things without you having to do it, too," she offered this carefully prepared statement. She may not have finished law school, but her word manipulation was no joke. "Example?" I offered to buy my mind some time. "Umm, well," she began as though this conversation was totally from the hip. "What if I wanted to kiss a complete stranger, but I didn't want you to do the same. Would you be okay with that?" Her words hung in the air waiting for my response. I needed to calculate an answer that she wasn't prepared for. "Can I watch you?" I smiled as she accidentally changed lanes to everyone's surprise. "Sure, whatever. But you can't kiss a stranger, too," she stated as though it was a question. I know this wasn't about kissing some stranger. I was clueless as to where this was going but I was completely intrigued. After 6 years of marriage, every new twist is a welcome distraction. "I guess we can always discuss boundaries," I offered. "But I can see how you might be happily interested in kissing a stranger while equally repulsed by me kissing Salana Lathan," I added knowing she knows my not-so-secret attraction for the film star. "Technically a stranger." "Sure," let me know we weren't at the end of the verbal contract. "So, you know how you joke about, well," she paused. She checked her mirrors and headed for the slow lane 2 exits before our house. I braced myself. She took a deep breath. "Fucking me in the ass?" she said with both of our eyes focused on the road. "Well," I smiled thinking about all of her trash talk about wanting me to go 'there' but nothing but protest anytime we actually approached that path. "I guess I'm okay if you don't fuck me in my ass," I started but quickly understood my misinterpretation as the words fully exited my mouth. She knew I would be okay if things went in that direction. She had something else in mind. "You want to fuck ME in MY ass?" I realized aloud. Then the thought of her harnessed with a dildo yipeekieyeahing my ass had me frozen. I'd do anything for my wife, but this was a big leap. "Actually, just a couple of fingers," she softened her voice, knowing her real proposition would be far less extreme than whatever I was thinking. "A blowjob and heavy lube, wouldya say?" she nervously giggled as she gave her pitch. I was still relaxing my sphincter from the vision of her going 10 inches into me from any angle. As much as it never occurred to me that my wife would want to place something in my ass, I fully understood that people around the world were casually doing this for pleasure every day. If a couple of fingers in my ass would get my wife off, why not. But before I could say a word she began to explain herself. "See, I suck your dick because I like doing it. Honestly, it gets me hot. But I let you come in my mouth because I love how it makes you feel," she said as she squeezed the steering while tightly. "So I keep looking for ways improve my, let's just say, skills." Now I was totally engulfed in her explanation. She could have driven for another 10 exits and I would not have noticed. Fortunately she found our exit and waited at the light. "We've tried almost all of the ways to make those blowjobs . . . better," she offered knowing that I'd never complained about anything other than wanting more. "Mints, ice, heat, diet, whatever. But the one thing I keep wanting to do every time I see your face writhing in ecstasy is to wiggle these babies in your ass," she said as she raised her index and middle finger above the steering wheel. "I just know there's a spot that we haven't hit yet and I'm dying to reach it," she continued as she made her left turn. Her teeth were clinched and her grip was firm at wheel. "Pun intended." Now she was waiting for my response. Without thinking about the weight of her question, I simply responded with, "Okay. Let's do it." Such a man. "'Let's do it.'?" she bounced back with a look of disappointing shock I wasn't expecting. Her turn into our neighborhood was a little more aggressive than usual. "When you want me to swallow I don't simply say, 'Sounds good'," she finished, though under her breath the words 'motherfucker' were waiting behind her teeth. "What I mean is, anything that has been burning at you for this long that simply wants to bring pleasure to my face, I'm all in," I rebounded. And the turn into our driveway was noticeably less aggressive. "Then tell me that you want to do it," she begged as we unloaded our bags from the trunk. "Tell me it's what you want." "I want you to put your fingers in my ass while you suck my dick," I spoke with all honesty. She threw her gym bag toward the laundry room and gave me a big hug. And then, as though we had not just had the most intense sexual conversation we've had in years, she asks, "What should we have for dinner? Let's have Thai tonight." "Uh, okay," was what mouth came up with own it's own. My mind was too busy wondering when this ass related blowjob was going to occur. My pace up the stairs was slow as I thought about her wanting to do this for the past year. She was already in the shower by the time I got to our bedroom. I wasn't sure if now was the time or not, so I turned on the fireplace to help set the mood. Maybe she was waiting for me in the shower. So I undressed and walked into the bathroom with the same of confusion I'd had since the highway. As I stepped into the shower she stepped out. My confusing look apparently became more contorted because she looked at me puzzled. "You okay?" she asked. My nonresponse was enough of a response for her. "Oh! You thought. . . we might . . . in the . . . Now?" she finished. "I didn't mean today, boo," she explained. "I just didn't want to surprise you." Then she noticed my dick had started to stiffen. "Let's get dinner and discuss it over noodles," she smiled as she dried off in the mirror. My body showered itself because my mind couldn't get the next blowjob to quietly leave. She had me excited. For her excitement. I finished my shower and dried off, expecting her to be in some state of getting dressed - picking out underwear, finishing her nails, combing her hair. But she wasn't there. So I peaked out of the bathroom and noticed that she had jumped in our bed under the covers. I quickly dried off and joined her, assuming she was naked. I was right. "What about the noodles?" I asked as I nestled into her brown curves. "I saw your dick and then the fireplace," she responded. "So I got distracted," she explained as I noticed her hands circling between her thighs. And then she asked again. By now I didn't care if she'd lubed up her harness or not, I was ready to explode in her mouth. But she needed me to say it. To want it. And I did. So she smoothly slid down beside me, disappearing completely under the covers. I could feel her hands caressing me until they were gently replaced by her lips. Her kisses were as soft as her hands were thorough. And then she filled her mouth with the head of my dick. She bobbed up and down, moaning and slurping while she rubbed her still damp clit. As always our movement unwrapped us from the increasing heat below our blankets and sheets. The sun had now set and we could make out the lights from our neighbors homes in the distance through our uncovered windows. The flames from the fire were illuminating our rollercoaster as she rode my mouth with a force and skill that was years in perfecting. Just when I was close to climaxing she'd undo her grasp from my shaft and swirl her tongue around my tightening balls. The room was getting warm and I was ready to explode when I reached for the nightstand and opened the lube. Without missing a beat, she held out her right index and middle finger. I squeezed out more than a spoonful as she began to giggle with my dick in her mouth. She was either tickled because of the copious amount of fluid I thought I'd need to keep my ass happy or because I flinched when drips of the still cold lube landed on my waist. But soon the jokes were over. I thought she would need me to tell her I wanted her fingers in my ass so I started with, "Baby, please stick..." As she warmed the lube with her right fingers she shushed me with her left. Having pulled the lube over from the nightstand was all she needed to know that I was all in. My eyes were fixed on her hips as she shifted me from my sitting position to lying on my side. As her lips kissed the precum from my head I could feel her sliding her warm, wet fingers along my thigh. She licked my head in circles as she circled my asshole. She was moving with caution, but I was ready to come. She needed to do this quickly. So I grabbed her wrist and pull her in. I had no idea what that feeling was but I completely forgot about her mouth on my dick or her hips in the light. Her fingers were magnified in my mind as though she reached directly into my thoughts. She was slow, but realized my hips were moving with her as opposed to fighting her. I grabbed her thick head of hair and said, "Suck me, please!" Though this position was new, she was determined to finish this with the best blowjob ever. Her entire body was writhing beside me as she slurped as loud as she could. Her fingers in my ass were matching her motions as she rotated her head in a dance with my come ready to explode. And as my thighs tightened around her wrists she impaled her face one last time as I squirted a load of cum into her mouth. Her eyes were sealed tight as though the cum might be filling her so much that it might drip from her tear ducts. As the cum kept releasing she carefully swallowed and my body was as rigid as a steel drum. From my toes to my forehead, I could feel every essence of my being exiting through my dick into her mouth. I don't remember when her fingers left my asshole, but she quickly left my side to wash her hands . . . or hand. She returned to a lump of a man, melted by a year of his wife's desire to leave him melted. I was ready to call it a night when she rolled me over on my back without hesitation. A pillow was behind my head and her thighs were sealing my ears in one motion. I assumed my tongue was going to finish the job when she grabbed my right index and middle finger. I felt a copious amount of cold lube hit my fingers. My body was still in shock so I didn't flinch when the extra chilled my chest. My tongue was already working her clit as she grinded my face like never before. I rubbed the lube between my fingers until it was warm and I began to spread her cheeks with my left hand. I moved slowly. Cautiously. She snatched my wrists as though she couldn't wait. I pulled my tongue from her pussy with the intent of asking her if she was ready, when she exclaimed, "So God, if you ask me to say it, I will squeeze your fucking head off your shoulders!" So in went my index finger and out came her "oh FUCK! What the fuck!" In went my middle finger and she began to squeeze my head off of my shoulders. As soon as my tongue hit her clit she bucked my hand from her asshole and came harder than I'd ever seen. If I had hair she would have pulled it out by now. "Fuck," she finally whimpered as she sunk onto my face. She pushed my head back between her legs and pulled herself into the fetal position. I slid off the bed and washed my hands. When I pulled myself and the blankets back onto the bed she pulled me in to spoon her. We were silent for ten minutes while the flames danced in the fireplace. "So," she spoke softly. "You'd be okay if I didn't fuck you in the ass, right?"