'Fuck me, darling,' I moaned, and pushed up at him several times with all my might as he continued to plunge down on me.
Suddenly I could feel his muscles tense up and I knew he was ready to come. My own body was in such harmony with his that when I sensed he was on the verge of a climax my own panic button started to sound, also. I wanted to cap it off with something special, so just as I sensed he was getting ready to come, I whispered urgently, 'Please, please, do it in my mouth this time!'
Tom quickly withdrew from my cunt and slid up on my sweating body, and with the cheeks of his ass spread across my tits, shoved his palpitating cock between my quivering lips and into my hungry mouth. I moved my head furiously back and forth, trying to sustain the friction with my mouth that my cunt had started.
And then his cock seemed to double in size, and the hand I had on his balls could feel them violently contract as he started to come. I thought he was never going to stop squirting the thick, warm jism into my mouth. He did hesitate twice, but immediately resumed with an even greater flow, as if he had a faucet between his legs he could turn off and on at will, filling my mouth beyond capacity, sticky globs of cum oozing out of the corners and dribbling down my face. I gleefully swallowed every drop, and when we were finished and lay exhausted side by side, I made no attempt to wipe his jism from my face.
The honeymoon, as it turned out, however, was soon over. It wasn't that we didn't love each other all of a sudden, because we were still crazy about each other, but little differences began to pop up. Since this was my third marriage and I was scared of failing again, I felt it was my duty to compromise when we had disagreements, and before long I found myself doing a lot of it. Still, I kept telling myself, I loved Tom, and even disagreeing with him was better than living with Margot, or being a bottomless dancer. Tom had mentioned a house and babies when he a had proposed. After we had been married a couple of weeks I told him that I was going to stop taking birth control pills so we could get a start on the family we had talked about. He became very nervous and wanted to know why I was in such a hurry. When I asked him if he was going back on his word, he assured me that he wasn't, that he still wanted children, and to move from our apartment into a house of our own more than he ever did-but not immediately. He explained it by saying, 'I don't want to share you with anyone, not even an unborn baby, for the first year. Besides, we're young yet. There'll be plenty of time later for babies and mortgages.'
Because I loved him, I gave in to him. One thing Tom had a lot of was charm, and it quickly became apparent that he could talk me into anything. His charm also attracted other women, though; and every day when he left for work I found myself trying to conquer a nagging sense of jealousy. He did very little to help me conquer it. Although he obviously loved me, that didn't mean he'd taken an oath to ignore all other women. Tom liked girls, and at the parties we went to he would often flirt with them. I kept telling myself it meant nothing, that he'd chosen me, and that kept me from getting too upset.
Part of my problem was that I didn't have a whole lot to do. The apartment we lived in was relatively small and didn't need a lot of housework on my hands, I spent a lot of it worrying about things that I probably wouldn't have considered if I had been busier, and I wound up getting upset. Finally, I could take the boredom no longer and decided that as long as I had a lot of time I might as well use it to improve myself, and I enrolled in an extension program to get my high school diploma, and also to learn some useful employment skills.
'Why do you want to do that?' Tom asked with obvious aggravation when he found out about my plans to go back to school. 'I told you that you'd never have to go to work again.'
'Maybe I want to,' I said, 'just for something to do, since we aren't making any progress on that family we'd planned.'
'Oh, come on, don't start that. We've got plenty of time for that. There's no need to rush things,' he said as I listlessly nodded okay and went along with him as usual. But I did go ahead and enroll in school, the first independent thing I had done since our marriage, and my involvement with that made my life a lot more interesting.
Before I knew it we were celebrating our first anniversary, still happy, but getting kind of restless with each other. I had gotten my high school diploma and was now actually taking some courses for college credit. I couldn't believe my progress, but I was the only one who seemed excited about it. Tom was involved with his job, and although we managed to go out once or twice a week it seemed as though we were doing it just because we thought we should. Also, even when we did go out we always managed to drop by this party, or run into that group of people, and we wouldn't have the chance to be alone. Tom loved being around other people, and they loved making him the center of attention.
Things moved on pretty much the same way, and gradually the talk of the house and family faded and was finally absent from our conversations with each other. I was busy going to school studying secretarial management, and the days didn't drag by as much as they had before. Soon, our second anniversary was upon us, and not long after that my twentieth birthday. Tom, by now, knew how old I was, and promised to reserve a night alone-just the two of us-far my birthday.
As I puttered around the apartment on the day I turned twenty, I couldn't help but look forward to the evening Tom had promised me. I anticipated that a large portion of it would be devoted to lovemaking, something which we hadn't been doing very much of lately. Our lives had become steeped in so much routine that after more than two years of marriage we seemed to be taking each other for granted. Often we would go over a week without making love, and when we did it was often mechanical and sometimes uneventful in that frequently I didn't experience orgasm.
Tom had gotten into the habit of rolling over and going to sleep just after he had had his climax, sometimes leaving me lying there on the bed with my legs apart, his cum dribbling out of my cunt with my body still as taut as a bowstring, the tension screaming to be released. I hoped that on this night of my birthday. Tom would take the time to love me slow and tantalizingly, the way I loved it, rubbing his hands over my tits and cunt, licking my nipples, massaging my clitoris, eating my cunt, and then plunging his cock into me, pumping endlessly while I had orgasm after orgasm, my voracious cunt squeezing two or three loads of jism from his throbbing prick. I got so hot thinking about it, I wandered into the next room to look at myself in the full-length wall mirror. I still had my looks, I could see, and the thought of my body naked under Tom turned me on even more. I pulled a chair in front of the mirror and sat down in it, spreading my legs so I could look up my skirt. I had taken to not wearing any panties when I was around the house, and up the tunnel of my open skirt I could see my hairy, slobbering cunt. I immediately hiked the skirt up around my hips and stretched my legs upward, putting my feet against the wall and shoving my steaming gash to only a few inches from the mirror so I could watch it palpitate and quiver as I dug my fingers into it, watching its thick discharge pour all over my probing hand. An orgasm quickly swept through me, and as I got up and smoothed down my skirt, I began looking forward all over again to my evening alone with Tom.
Tom was supposed to be home at six, but by seven he still wasn't there. I began to get worried, afraid that he had been in an accident since he had promised to be home for my birthday, but also wondering if he was just too busy for me. I had bought all of our favorite foods-steak, artichokes, strawberries, wine-and had fixed a sumptuous spread for us to nibble on prior to our lovemaking. I had changed into a pair of very sheer lounging pajamas with nothing underneath and, now, as the clock inched toward seven-thirty, I felt foolish sitting around the apartment alone with a bunch of cold food dressed like a call girl. As time went on, I didn't know whether to be worried, angry, or disappointed. Just as I had made up my mind to call Tom's office and find out if he had been delayed, I heard him coming through the door.
'Where have you been?' I blurted out. 'Do you know what time it is?'
'I'm sorry,' he said, 'but something came up. But I'm going to make it all up to you.' He had his arms behind his back and then suddenly whipped out a gorgeous bouquet of red roses. 'Happy birthday,' he said.
I had always been a sucker for Tom's charm and quickly gave in to his smile, his excuse, and his roses. From there my birthday improved. We had a delicious meal after I'd heated it up, and Tom presented me with a lovely watch as a present with my name, Honeysuckle, engraved on the back of it. As I placed it around my wrist and admired it, he asked, 'Did you get what you wanted?'
'Not everything,' I said provocatively as I walked over to him and sat on his lap. He quickly slipped a hand inside the low neckline of my lounging pajamas and gently squeezed one of my tits while his other hand began stroking my crotch. I could see a bulge begin to protrude between his legs and I didn't waste any time leaning down and unzipping his pants and fishing out his erect cock.
Slipping off his lap, I dropped to my knees on the floor and wrapped my lips around his prick, shooting my mouth all the way down to its base and suppressing my reflex to gag. He eased himself down on the floor beside
