I watched as she reached out and delicately touched my half-hard cock. It was messy, and where she touched me she drew her finger away, with a combination of our juices, stretching like a string between us.
“You sure made a mess,” she teased.
“Why don’t you clean me up?” I told her.
“I’m comfortable, I don’t want to get up right now.” She pouted.
“You don’t have to get up,” I told her pushing her head toward my crotch.
“Oh, gross,” she said, turning away.
“My cum grosses you out? You’ve had no problem with it before,” I told her.
“It’s not just that, it’s the whole mess.” She answered, leaning forward and appearing to smell me.
That looked naughty enough to cause me to twitch, and she jerked back.
“Suck me Jenny. Suck me clean, then suck me until I cum again.” I told her, guiding her head where I desired.
“But you’ll probably take forever,” she hesitated, allowing her face to be dragged down to my crotch.
“Then you better get started,” I teased.
She accepted her fate, and let her tongue reach out and taste me. Flick, hesitation. Flick, more hesitation. Then a longer lick, followed by another. Then she looked up at me as she cleansed me thoroughly, licking away at my cock until it was clean, before she actually went down on me again.
She sucked on me for about 10 minutes, then complained.
“My jaws are getting sore,” she said, massaging her chin.
“Then ride me for a while, but I still want to finish in your mouth.”
She sucked me for a bit longer, but gave up on getting me to come immediately, and finally lowered her slippery twat over my cock. I enjoyed her for a while, then I felt like I might come soon. I told her, and she quickly slipped off, and took my sticky, slimy cock, once again covered in both our juices, and swallowed it to the root. She bobbed away aggressively, and I enjoyed it, but the feeling of urgency departed. She pulled her mouth back and started stroking me feverishly.
“Sorry, false alarm. I thought I was going to come, but maybe not yet. Your hot little pussy *was* feeling really nice,” I confessed.
She took the hint and rode me again. I was in heaven. When I was ready to finish, I told her.
“I’m almost ready to come, but don’t stop yet, just be ready.” I told her. She bounced away, drawing me onward.
“Now,” I told her, pushing her away. She turned quickly and stroked my cock rapidly, her mouth open, wantonly, eagerly awaiting my deposit. She didn’t have to wait long, as her actions delivered the desired result, and I unloaded in her mouth. She was careful to capture it all, sucking me clean again.
* * *
My wife is an early riser. Most nights she’s in bed by 10:00pm. During the week, I usually go to bed with her, but usually get back up after she’s asleep, and work on my side projects until about 1:00am. She’s up by 6:00am and takes care of getting our daughter off to school. I used to wait until about 8:00am to get up. With my new exercise itinerary, I was getting up around 7:00, the extra hour spent working out. I’d started making sure I was in the sack no later than midnight.
Although I went to bed when Holly did usually, over the past several years it hadn’t meant we’d been having sex. We had sex about once a week, rarely on the weekends, and almost never in the morning. Once the exercise program had started and Holly had returned home, we were going at it noticeably more often. I think the added fitness level was helping a lot, as was our slightly more in-sync sleeping schedule. It had been four days since the hot tub escapade but we hadn’t talked about it. It was 10:30pm and I was lying down next to her, but thinking about getting up as soon as she was asleep, and letting Jenny suck me off again. She wasn’t home yet, but I imagined she would be soon.
“Blow-jobs, huh?”
I turned with a start. Had I said something, half-asleep? I looked at my wife, looking at me.
“Where’d you come up with a drink like that?” She asked.
I answered sheepishly, “We had that full bottle of Bailey’s, and I was going to make B-52’s but we were out of Kahlua. Well, a B-52 without Kahlua just happens to be a Blow-job.”
“And I’m supposed to believe that?”
“It’s true! Of course once I had the idea of making Blow-jobs, well we had to go with the whole drinking method.” I told her, almost believing it myself.
“And ‘Buttery-Nipples’?” she kept on.
“Jeez! I had the Bailey’s out anyway, so I just added some butterscotch schnapps, and voila.”
“It was getting pretty wild out there; I’m sad I missed the end. What happened?” She asked. The question seemed simple enough, but the ramifications could be huge.
What did happen? How much could I say? “I suggested going in, but they wanted to finish the last shots…”
“The body shots too?” she asked, interrupting.
“Yeah, they had refilled their shots, then Dawn suggested that Beth be my first body shot, which was a little wilder than the previous ones, with more contact than I expected, and then Beth was done for the night, and headed in.” I admitted.
“More contact?”
“Dawn salted her breasts,” I confessed.
“That little slut. So she went in leaving you alone with Dawn.” She added, pointedly.
“Yeah, and she was pretty much out of control. I mean as soon as Beth was gone, she wanted to do some necking, and stuff, but it didn’t get too far out of line, and then I did a last body-shot on her.”
“Did you fuck her out there?” She asked, and I didn’t know if she was curious, or what.
Luckily I could answer this one honestly. “No. She fondled me a lot. She even talked about doing it, but she said she’d never cheated on JT and wasn’t about to start on a night when she was that drunk.”
“That’s kind of an interesting statement,” She laughed.