Marcie lay back in her favorite overstuffed leather chair, her “throne” she sometimes called it, one of her legs draped casually over my shoulder and the other bent back beneath her, offering me wide open access to her pink, puffed, glistening pussy. And smiled expectantly at me. As she always does every evening when she arrives home from work.
As always I’m on my knees in front of her, and I lean in to kiss that marvelous slit, then began to nibble around the hood at its apex. As always, she gives a slight squeal, then leans back and relaxes, her office tensions finally dissipating. She’s home at last! As is my face.
I had no reason to believe this day would be different. Her little nubbin peeked out as expected, and I diddled it with the tip of my tongue. She moaned and began to press her crotch into my face. I closed my eyes and licked and lapped that puffed, slit flesh as vigorously as I could. A few minutes later I felt her tense up, then arrive finally at her first climax of the evening. We paused, and I smiled up at her. She wanted more this time, so I resumed.
A half hour later her third — some days she could be insatiable! She’d soaked me by then — my face was drenched and my hairdo soaked, my bangs stuck on my forehead by the fluids she’d exuded and in one spasm, actually splashed out. I had to assume it was a mess — at one point she’d asked me to wipe her crotch with my hair as well as my nose and mouth. Certainly I’ll need a shampoo tonight, but I’ll wait till bedtime — it may seem rank to others, but I love her smell. My lips felt swollen, well rubbed, but they’d been puffed with collagen so it was hard to tell. She loved them that way — they looked more inviting and felt softer.
My tongue felt sore too, but when not these days?
As that third orgasm came on she clamped her thighs on my head and squeezed and screamed, “Ooooh, God, yes!” though I heard it only as if from a distance, muffled. I waited for her legs to open and release me. They relaxed. Still on my knees, I looked up at her face to see if she was ready to sigh and say finally, “Enough!”
Her eyes opened and she looked at me with deep affection, and I just glowed! Happy? “Kerry, sweetheart,” she said. “You are my dearest darling and there is no way imaginable that I will I ever leave you! We are bound for life! Remember that!”
Leave me? Remember? Now where did that come from? I already knew that much. I’d become everything she’d always wanted! And we were married!
Suddenly I felt uneasy.
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