I worshipped my husband’s cock when he was here to give me a portion and that was happening right now. I was kneeling on the floor in front of him, we were both naked and he had a huge hard on courtesy of my right hand, but now I wanted his cock in my mouth. I looked at it and with the foreskin pulled back the purple head was there for me to see, a lovely sight. I touched the little hole where his cum would burst from later with my tongue. I teased it, just licking the hole slightly. I looked up into the eyes of my husband and smiled, he smiled back. He loved me sucking his cock and after three months away from me would be bursting with lovely cum for me to swallow. Stephen shuddered from the touch of my tongue as I delicately flicked his knob head. I grasped his organ with my right hand, it was more than a lovely hand full and I would know as I’d held plenty of cocks in my time. Stephen’s cock was bigger than average, longer and with more girth and for all those people that say size doesn’t matter I say bollocks, the bigger the better as far as I’m concerned and if he knows how to use it as well, heaven on earth.
I put my lips around the head carrying on licking at the same time. His prick tasted lovely, nectar for my mouth. I slowly slid my mouth further down relishing the feel of his skin in my gob. I’ve always loved giving blow jobs ever since I found out about them when I was seventeen. Ever since then I’ve practised the art and believe I’ve mastered the technique of giving my men the ultimate satisfaction with my mouth. Stephen always acknowledged my expertise and was more than happy to let me blow him. Not that he ever neglected my cunt, my hole needed satisfying too and the combination of his tongue on my clit followed up by a good fucking from his cock always sent me into orgasmic orbit.
I clenched my lips around his erection and began to move my head up and down the shaft, slowly, I wanted Stephen to feel every little bit of pleasure I could give him. My mouth went further and further down his glorious prick until I began to feel his knob head just touching my throat, no problem for me, I tilted my head forward a little so that Stephen’s cock could slide down my throat unimpeded. With each stroke my mouth went further and further down his prick until my forehead touched his belly, I held it there for a moment and then straightened my neck and slid forward again taking the last inch of his engorged cock all the way. I could now wank his cock completely with my mouth. I rocked backwards and forwards; feeling his cock between my tightened lips.
Stephen groaned. “You give the best head ever Sue.”
Now I had it in properly I could make my moves more expansive, bobbing my head further along his shaft with each stroke. This was delicious, my first cock for over three months; I was determined to make this special and enjoy every sexual nuance of the experience. Some couples I know after a separation go at it like hammer and tongs, not Stephen and me, it was always the same when he returned, slow and easy so we could eke out every moment of sexual delight. By now I was holding his bum with both my hands so I could control every movement of my body and his. Stephen liked me to be in control of this part of our love making. Later, he would take control but for now I ruled the roost guiding the action and dictating the pace of things. I sucked his cock for a while until I felt the need, the desire for Stephen to go to my cunt. He like me was an expert at giving head and I wanted him down there, with his head buried deep in my crutch licking me, touching me stimulating my body until I would crave his glorious cock in my fanny. I pulled away from his cock and lay back on the floor with my legs wide open so he could enjoy the view of my cunt. Stephen knew what I wanted but waited a moment as he savoured the look of my fanny as I opened it up with my fingers so he could see my hole properly.
“I am so looking forward to this.” He said as he knelt down between my legs.
He took one last look and then buried his head between my legs. I gasped as his tongue made contact with my cunt. He pushed my fingers away and used his to hold me open and began to lick each of my cunt lips in turn. He took it slowly enjoying the feel of my skin on his tongue as I enjoyed the feelings his efforts were putting into my body. I think he loved my cunt as much as I worshipped his manhood. He would always give it time, time for him to enjoy sucking and licking and for me to build towards the inevitable climax our love making always produced. Later on or tomorrow we would fuck with wanton passion, now it was all about love. He poked his tongue as deep into my hole as he could, his face pressed tight into my cunt. It felt wonderful as he licked my fanny walls, all around his tongue went and then he slid it up towards my clit, finally touching it, teasing it with the very tip of his tongue. Then he pushed downwards onto it massaging the organ as hard as he could. He grasped my legs and lifted them up wide so he could get to my bum. He licked the outside and forced his tongue in that hole as far as he could before sliding upwards slowly again burying his head into my crutch so he could lick the inside of my cunt and then upwards once more to my clit. This was pure sexual joy to me and I laid there with my arms stretched out over my head accepting the pleasuring my husband was giving me.
After a while I knew I needed his cock inside me.
“Make love to me.” I asked.
He put my legs down gently on the floor and moved his body up so his prick was just at the entrance to my cunt, his knob head just an inch inside me. He fucked me like that for a minute just swaying slightly his prick teasing my hole than suddenly he plunged into me all the way. I gasped in surprise and pleasure. He laid his whole body on me and we stayed like that for a minute both enjoying the feel of his prick inside my fanny. Then he started to ride me, slowly, his prick almost leaving my cunt, but not quite. Then he would plunge into me once more, all the way and back out again. The joy this style of fucking was giving my body are outside any words I can say. Wonderful, gorgeous, marvellous just don’t describe the enormous stimulation my body was receiving. Stephen has both stamina and staying power and could keep this up until he knew I was ready and at my request would speed up to fuck me with a fury that would tip me over the edge. After three months it didn’t take long and I begged him.”Fuck me hard, right now.”
He responded instantly by pounding into me, the entire length of his cock still nearly leaving my cunt and then thrusting all the way back in. Long hard fast strokes that brought me into my orgasm. I’m noisy when I climax and I screamed out as the waves of pleasure hit me. I grasped his back pulling him towards me, needing to hold him as the orgasmic joy shot through me. I bucked my hips up to meet his thrusts compounding the absolute pleasure I was feeling. The orgasm went on and on and still Stephen thrust into me, then just as my high began to subside he groaned as his orgasm hit. I loved the way his final few thrusts into me were harder as his cum shot from his lovely cock deep inside my cunt. Eight, nine, ten times he pumped his liquid into me. He laid the weight of his body back onto me and we cuddled like that for an age our arms around each other. Then he rolled off and lay alongside me holding my hand.
There was no silly talk of was that good for you darling? We both knew we had expressed our love for each other and fulfilled each others needs. Life was perfect, if only.
My name is Susan Monk, I married Stephen when I was eighteen and he was twenty six, that was six years ago. I work as a legal secretary at a small firm of solicitors in the local high street. Stephen, what does he do? I have absolutely no idea. He says that he works for the government but what he does is governed by the Official Secrets Act and he can tell me no more than that. I do know he keeps two suitcase permanently packed one for warm weather and the other for cold weather. He will get a phone call on his work mobile anytime day or night, pick up one of the suitcases and leave the house within five minutes of the call. Sometimes he is gone for a few days and other times like the last, for three months. When he is away there is no communication from him at all, not a phone call, text or email. I tell a lie, one time after a three week absence, this was three years ago, he phoned me from Heathrow and said he would be home in two hours. I waited and waited, he eventually turned up one month later.
All he said when he did finally get home was. “Sorry about that, a job came up. I won’t phone you again.”
Now I first met Stephen when he came into the solicitor’s office for conveyancing on the house he was buying and we started going out, Mr Mystery man was an enigma to me. I loved the secrecy of his life, it was exciting and to an impressionable eighteen year old the tall good looking chap just swept me off my feet. But after a while the separation and not knowing when he would return and sometimes I wondered IF he would return began to gall on me. This was our only source of arguments, the only sour note in our relationship. Mind you I say relationship, in our six year marriage we had taken four holidays and on one of those Stephen had received a phone call and left me on my own in Side and during those six years I reckon we had actually been together for all of a hundred or so nights.
He is paid well and his salary goes into our joint account each month without fail. He is generous and tells me to spend the money as needed, but if one day he didn’t return and the money stopped coming I wouldn’t even have a phone number to call to find out what was occurring. I don’t know where he works, what department or anything.
Stephen had returned this morning from a ‘job’ at just after six. I was still in bed when I heard the key in the front door. Naked I ran down the stairs to greet him and we had gone into the living room and made love. It was beautiful as you know but the loneliness and so many unanswered questions left me feeling very sad.
After making love Stephen made me go to work. “You can’t ever do anything out of the ordinary when I’m home.” He had told me a long time ago.
“Can’t I just throw a sickie?”
“No Sue, you have an impeccable record and phoning in sick for the day won’t be like you at all. So go on off you go, I’ll be here when you get back.”
I’d heard that before, three or four times I’d arrived home from work to find a scrawled note. ‘A job’s come up; see you when I get back home.’
So very reluctantly I went to work waiting for five o’clock so I could get back home to my husband. The day dragged past and when my boss asked my to type a letter at ten to five I nearly screamed. I eventually left the office at five twenty five and was driving like a maniac to get back home when I saw Stephen’s Jag heading down the other side of the duel carriageway.
“Fuck no.” I screamed.
It was a mile or so until I could turn around and attempt to follow my husband, I tried what was a forlorn attempt but at the junction with the M1 I had no idea which direction Stephen might have taken. I headed home found the note. ‘Sorry, duty calls,’ and cried my bloody eyes out. A half a bottle of whiskey later and I was totally bladdered and still crying. A whole nine hours wasted when we could have been together all for the sake of keeping up appearances, nine hours when we could have fucked each others brains out. We hadn’t even had time for our normal row about his disappearances. Fuck I was really beginning to hate this life.
It was a good job the next day was Saturday because I woke up with a humungous hangover and it was not self inflicted it was my bastard husband disappearing that was at fault. I woke at eleven drank a pint of water and took three paracetamols and sat on the sofa with my arms around my legs and my head resting on my knees. This was so unfair, so unjust.
By one o’clock I was feeling more like my normal self and had a bowl of cornflakes and a mug of coffee and then picked up the phone and speed-dialled the number of my best friend, confidant and sometimes lover Beth.
“Can you come over?” I asked as soon as she answered.
“Fifteen minutes.” She replied and put the phone down.
She knew straight away what the problem was; I’d bored her with the same thing time after time. Beth was a free and single woman after a messy divorce from an alcoholic bully and was always happy to come and spend time with me. We had met at primary school and had been friends ever since. Before I married Stephen, even though she liked him, she had tried to persuade me not to tie the knot with him for the very reason I was now so upset.
She let herself in with her key and we immediately cuddled, a hug from her was worth a thousand words to me at that moment and we must have stood like that in the middle of the living room for ten minutes. We finally broke off and holding both my hands she looked at me and said. “You look like shit.”
I told her exactly what had happened the day before and about the whiskey. She shook her head and could very easily have said. “I told you so.” But that wasn’t Beth’s style. Instead she said. “What you need is a holiday, a complete break from things.”
I was stunned, “What if Stephen comes back home?”
“What if he does, if he does, will it be for an hour, a day, a week?”
My head slumped down; would he forgive me if he came home and I wasn’t here, should I give a fuck what he thought for all the consideration he gave me?
“I’ll have a think about it Beth.”
“When people say that they usually mean no; I’m serious Sue let’s both get away somewhere new and different.”
“I can’t think about it now. God I’m tired.”
“Why don’t you go back to bed for an hour, I’ll have a coffee and we can chat properly when you’ve revived a bit.”
“You are the best friend a girl could have, do you know that?” I said with genuine affection in my voice. “I’ll slope off, just for an hour mind.”
I left Beth to her own devices and went upstairs, slipped off my dressing gown and got between the sheets, I was asleep in minutes.
I woke up an hour later with the wonderful feeling of my cunt being licked, for a moment I thought Stephen had returned but no it was Beth her dark head of hair buried deep in my crutch.
“Oh Hiya,” She said when she realised I was awake. “I just thought you could do with a bit of tender loving.”
“Mmm you carry on girl; I’ll catch up with you in a minute.”
As I mentioned Beth and I are some time lovers. Neither of us were lesbians and I didn’t count this as being unfaithful to Stephen, my logic dictated that this was two girls sharing a common need, some loving, some tenderness.
Beth was doing an excellent job of licking my clit and with one hand groping my left tit I couldn’t think of a better way to be woken up. I let her carry on for a while before I wanted to get to her fanny.
“Turn round so I can lick you too.”
She moved up to kiss me but quickly gave that up as a bad idea.
“You need to clean your teeth before I kiss you again madam. You taste like a jock strap.”
Trust Beth to be frank, I hadn’t washed or done anything to myself since showering after making love to Stephen yesterday morning. My fanny probably tasted a bit ripe too but that didn’t seem to be bothering her. She knelt with a knee each side of my head and leant forward to carry on at my cunt. Her fanny was just above my face, I used my fingers to separate her fanny lips and dug in with my tongue licking her slit from bottom to top giving her lovely little clit a good seeing to along the way. She and I could carry on like this for ages just enjoying the feelings we were giving each other but after a while though we both slipped a couple of fingers into each others holes to add to the pleasure. It was no good though, I think I was more upset about Stephen going off the way he did than I realised. Despite Beth’s very best efforts I knew I wasn’t going to achieve the sexual satisfaction I needed so I said to Beth. “Sorry but I’m going to need some additional help.”
“You do what you have to do girl.”
She got off me and I reached over to my bedside cabinet for my electronic friends. Don’t be shocked, I’m a normal healthy woman with needs and if Stephen isn’t here to satisfy those needs and Beth isn’t available then I just look after myself with my little assistants. I extracted from the draw a two pronged dildo. It had larger prong for your fanny with a smaller one to go in your arse. I found the tube of lubricant, smeared the two prongs and passed it to Beth who slowly inserted the device into me. She pressed the button at the end and pulses of movement began in my cunt and arse. Now every girl knows that it is your clit that really does the job, so I reached into the draw and got out my favourite little vibrator. It was gold plated and about as thick as a big man’s forefinger. Again I passed it to Beth; she switched it on and began to work it on my clit. I lay back, closed my eyes and let the wonderful feelings take over my body. Beth bless her reached up with her free hand and pinched a nipple, fiddling around with it just the way I liked. Now the feelings in my cunt rapidly began to build. I clenched my cunt muscles and very soon my orgasm started. Not a stonker but very satisfying all the same. I cried out quietly as the waves of pleasure pulsed through me. Finished, I lay back for a moment and looked up at Beth.
“Thank you for that, it was just what I needed; your turn now.”
She laid back as I extracted the double dildo from myself and pushed it into her, what are friends for if you can’t share and share alike. I then got to work with the other vibrator running it around and over Beth’s clit.
“That feels sooooo good.” She murmured as I increased the pressure on her clit. It didn’t take long before she let out a scream as her climax began. I watched her face enjoying the contortions it went through under the influencer of an orgasm. She finally relaxed her climax done with. I pulled the dildo out of my best friend and lay alongside her. She gathered me in her arms and we cuddled like that for a while.
Later, over a cup of coffee she said. “Well what about a holiday then, just the two of us?”
I thought for a moment, looked at her and said. “Fuck it why not.”