‘He is tapping his feet now, that’s his signal that he is getting close to cumming. Don’t worry; your loving wife will finish the job.’
“You’re on a thin sheet of ice now, babe. Your mouth is about to break it open now, so please don’t stop now. That was so mean when you did it like that on my birthday last year.”
I abruptly let his schlong out. “I only did it once, and I confessed two minutes afterward that is was mean,” I reminded him, stroking his rod right before I slanted my head down. “I said I was sorry,” I fretted.
He leaned to me and kissed me. “Well, I can still kiss you even though you just had my johnson in your mouth, so that should make up for me giving you shit,” he mentioned, placing his hands on my butt.
“I know, but it was bitchy for me to do that, even as a joke. I made you have to stroke your pecker for like five seconds to make yourself shoot.”
“It was my birthday, so it was supposed to be special.”
“Well, when was the last time you came on my jugs? I don’t remember, and I’m guessing you don’t either. So, let me make it up to you, you may today and every single birthday you have for the rest of our lives, cum on my hooters, fair enough?”
“How do I know you’ll live up to it?”
“Well, maybe I’ll ask you to do something for me to make us even, so I have to live up to it,” I announced, before I took his prick back into my mouth.
“I think I know what you are talking about, but I’m going to enjoy this for right now, you thrusting your insanely mushy lips on my pecker. I’d love to shoot your melons at least another sixty times, even when we’re still in our nineties. I can’t think of another spectacle to make this marriage wonderful, other than the love itself,” he moaned, fondling my head.
I giggled yet again as I knew the exact feelings he was feeling. I’d never condemn him for having those weird feelings, so I just doubled down on his pleasure and applied more pressure to his dick by pressing my lips on it harder.
The effects nearly automatically showed when his hands pushed down on my head a bit. He made me take a little more of his schlong into my mouth, but I sure didn’t mind. He hadn’t forced me to gag just yet, so he was okay.
Although, once he did, I felt his johnson vibrate more and more as if it was a vibrator, only better as it was real. I knew it was true; he was about to shoot, but yet, he didn’t let go of my head, and I didn’t force myself off his rod either.
“Holy shit, I think we might just finish this time, babe, Al’s teacher still isn’t here. I don’t know where she is, but I’m quite enjoying this quality time together right now.”
Although, then I broke free from his grip and let his cock out. “And I love it too,” I let him know, bringing my boobs towards his member. “Now cum on these soft pieces of my flesh, you seem to love so much,” I ordered him, stroking it.
“I wish you were bi-sexual, so maybe you could appreciate them as much as I do,” he moaned, shaking the entire chair.
“Don’t worry, I get it, the appeal of big tits, you don’t have to explain it,” I mentioned, stroking his pecker faster. “And look at me the whole time too, horndog.”
He failed to cover his face or close his eyes, and he just watched me be his sexy wife as I made him have to drench my bosoms. I didn’t peek at his dick for even a second, I just saw it by feeling it. I didn’t move it either, I just had him unleash his load to the same place, which was my left boob, but of course, it did splash onto my other one and onto both my chest and stomach too.
“Oh, I love hot cum,” I stated, leaning towards him.
I kissed him once and grabbed onto his pants. Then I pulled them off him as I leaned away from him. He took it upon himself to take off his shirt as well, so I took off his socks and shoes too.
“Now, we’re both naked,” I pointed out, coming up with him on the chair. “Congrats, you got your dick sucked, and you came on my jugs. We probably would have gotten expelled then if we got caught, and I had a bunch of white stuff on my breasts. Although, we didn’t get completely naked then, so with our nude bodies already out in the open, I have to ask, should we stop, Dwight?”
“As if I can say no,” he pointed out, placing his hands back on my butt.
“That’s correct,” I said, rising a little bit and grabbing his member. “You never turn down your wife, whether she is naked or not,” I mentioned, letting it into my slit. “I’ve taught you well, and if you are even thinking about joking that Jenny Lumper taught you that, I might think about squeezing your balls.”
“Although,” he said, coming up with me. “You wouldn’t do that, because even if I was thinking about joking about that, you are still perfect and wouldn’t stoop that low.”
“Oh, shut up and fuck me,” I ordered him, putting my hands on his shoulders. “I’m not some chick you are trying to impress; I’m your horny wife, so bring out your big guns too and fuck me hard.”
“Yes, sexy wife,” he moaned, before he began thrusting his wood in that position.
He held my butt tight, and I did the same for his shoulders. I made sure to leave a small gap between us so he could see my jugs flopping around just a foot in front of him. He failed even to take it slow, just as I suggested, and pulled out the heavy artillery.
Feeling his dick jam itself inside me made me feel like a pleasure storm coming over me. As we looked right into one another’s eyes, the emotional spike went way up. The notion that even after all those years of marriage, we were still hot as hell for each other made everything worth it.