When Beth wondered out loud what Jane was planning and how she was going to turn her into a lesbian slut. “She’s certain to swoop down on me as soon as you leave, Bob.”
She glanced at his crotch and noticed the bulge in his pants. Some lascivious thought must have entered his male brain, probably the memory of Jane going down on her naked pussy.
He noticed that she noticed. He dropped his pants. “You have a duty to perform,” he told her as he teasingly swung his dick in front of his lusty wife. In a few hours, I’m gone. Take advantage. Starting tomorrow you can throw yourself at Jane.”
“And what does my lord and master wish?” she asked. Beth wanted to do something special for him, something he would remember for a while.
He thought for a minute to push one of her know boundaries. So far she had rejected a full-on blow job. Her attitude had definitely changed. She had become more sexually adventurous. Maybe he would get lucky. In the end, he decided to let her decide and see what she would do. “You figure it out,” he told her.
Beth knelt in front of hum and stroked his love club. Although she loved his cock, she rarely sucked him except as foreplay. She preferred copulation in male-dominant positions. So she liked doggy-style and the missionary positions, although, the truth be told, she but she still also enjoyed any position which involved copulation.
In the past, Bob had asked for real blow job but she had always refused, claiming that she didn’t like the idea of having ‘guck’ as she called it in her mouth. Many months would go by before he would try again but she had been rebuffed him each time.
So Bob expected usual foreplay. Beth would suck his cock until he was good and hard. She would use her own fingers to make herself to help make herself wetter. Then he would drag to the bedroom where they made sweet love together.
Bob wondered if Beth’s first experiences with lesbian sex would lead to be less inhibited about the type of sex she would have with her own husband. ‘Nothing ventured, nothing gain,’ he told himself. He decided that this was an opportune moment to test her limits again, to see if her change in attitude extended to blow jobs. He decided to push one of her known boundaries.
“I want you to suck me until I cum,” he told her. He debated with himself whether he should be more specific but decided to leave it up to her whether she took in her mouth to spit out later or swallow it. He decided not to push his luck by mentioning those choices. In fact, he wasn’t really expecting her to oblige him at all.
When Beth put his cock in her mouth, he added. “Then I want you to suck my cock again and bring it back to life so I can fuck the living daylights out of your sweet little cunt for a very long time. What do you say to that?” They were in animal mode. He thought this was something his horny little wife would do. Being graphic was allowed on such occasions.
She took his cock out of her mouth, looked up and said, “Deal!”
Bob assumed she would do as she had always done before, suck his cock as foreplay only and then make herself available for him to mount.
Beth sucked his cock and played with his balls with her fingers, those wonderful balls that stored the stuff of future life. Bob’s cock hardened into an iron bar. Then he felt a pulse which presaged the inevitable surge of his semen from his balls, up his cock and into her natural baby incubator. This had always been the point when Beth would take his cock out of her mouth and tell him to fill her pussy with it.
But not this time, this time Beth remembered felt that he owed something to her husband for his constant consideration, encouragement and support. She felt another boundary collapse as she continued to suck him. She felt him try to pull away. Instead, she grabbed his ass and shoved him farther into her mouth.
“I’m about to…” Bob began, and then he gushed his sperm into her mouth and down her throat. “Oh god,” he moaned. She was actually giving him a blow job, not just any blow job, but a deep-throat blow job. The excitement was almost too much, almost to the point of being painful.
While his shrinking cock slipped out of her mouth, Beth look up at her husband and saw his face was filled with gratitude at the sacrifice that she had just made.
Beth stood up, took his hand in hers and led him to couch. “Sit there,” she said.
She knelt down again between his legs and started sucking his cock again. This was the first step of the second part of the deal. Naturally, it took much longer than the first time for his cock to reach its fullest glory.
“How do you want me this time?” she asked.
“Sit on my lap facing me,” he told her.
She put her knees on either side of Bob’s hips. The she grabbed his penis and directed it at her very wet hole. It slid in with no problem. Then began kissing each other like the lovers they were while Beth rode up and down his cock and Bob used his pelvis to reach as deep into her as human possible.
Since Bob had cum only a few minutes ago, he was able to last a long time. Beth, on the other, hand was in need of satisfaction. She rode his cock, achieving two successive orgasms. Sated, they both held onto to each other, not wanting to move but relishing their heated physical union.
“It’s the least I can do for you,” Beth whispered. “I swear you’re the world’s best husband.”
He smiled. “How can I not be when I have the world’s best wife in my arms.
As he left to catch the midnight flight to London, Bob promised Beth that he would do his best to call her, but warned her that, given his schedule and the five-hour time difference, he could not guarantee when or even if he could call. If he could fix a time for a video call, he would try to text in advance about that to give her a chance to be ready to take his call. If he could not call, he would text her to stay in touch.
A few hours later, he was gone.
* * *
The loving couple had had a full three weeks with each other, but the time of Bob’s business trip to London had come.
On Monday evening, Beth received a text message telling her that he had arrived safely and had settled in a hotel. She also did not even hear from Jane, leaving Beth alone for two days. Those two days alone were not very onerous because she had some fresh memories of her time with her husband, especially the sexy parts.
By Wednesday, Beth was already starting to miss Bob. His solid strength made her feel safe and comfortable in his presence. He gave her a sense of completeness that no other relationship ever had, not even close. When he was on one of his business trips, she always felt a void in her soul. She knew that Bob felt the same way.
Beth was also becoming bored. Her thoughts turned to Jane. Her neighbour had taken advantage of her alcohol-induced lowered inhibitions to introduced her to female-only sex. While no woman could replace a hot, hard, spurting prick for sexual enjoyment, she had learned that their were other pleasures than those provided by her five-fingered friend.
Beth remembered Jane’s kiss, the one where her tongue penetrated her mouth in a manner that could only be described as sexual. Jane had fingered her twice to an orgasm. Despite her initial resistance and attitude, she had to admit to herself that Jane’s mouth and fingers had aroused her and had given her pleasure. Technically, Beth supposed, Jane had already initiated her into lesbianism.