He sat, his big adorable face looking contrite.
“Aimee, honey, I…”
“Sssh! Are you going to do what I say?” I asked, my voice coming out in a harsh whisper. I sounded more strict than I intended, but it did the job, okay?
I saw a little fear flare in his eyes and immediately felt guilt surge through me.
Before I could stop myself, I kissed him, and sat in his lap. His stone legs beneath my butt could have supported mountains, and his arms came up, automatically, to hold me with tenderness. I was never normally this forward, it was unbecoming. Not how I’d been raised. But tonight? Tonight I’d engineered this, and I was sure as hell going to enjoy it. I would do whatever I wanted. No shame.
I felt my bare ass touch the hair on his legs, the slight slickness of the massage oil, the cool cotton of his underwear. Sure I got oil on me but that was okay, I was generating plenty of my own lubrication right above him.
“This is scary for me too, honey.” I whispered softly.
Something in his lap started poking my leg, inches from defenseless pussy. Pretty soon he had grown to his full size in there. I felt it press against me, seeking me, and I almost melted. My heart lurched. It felt like my entire being moved down to my crotch. I wanted him to pound his hardness into me until I fainted, and exploded, and fainted again. I hid my face in his shoulder, gasping hotly. Down girl! Not now, you horny bitch!
When I pulled myself together, I met his eyes, and I could see myself there. My face (too round), framed by long, straight black hair (too flat). My breasts (no complaints!) practically bursting out of my blouse, which was a size too small and two buttons left undone. I resisted the urge to do them up. My black frilly lingerie was obvious, practically on display. I saw his gaze drop and his mouth begin to water.
The matching panties to this set had died a few years back. One good part about wearing no panties was you don’t have to worry about them not matching. Pro tip. I let my mind drift in his strong embrace for a moment it turned to molten goo. With an effort worthy of superwoman herself I pulled myself together. Later. Soon.
I leapt off his lap, and seeing his disappointment, almost leapt right back. I saw the shimmer on his thigh where my juices had leaked out of me. I was practically gushing. I hadn’t felt this horny since the honeymoon. Even if nothing happened tonight, it would almost be worth it for this burning lust.
“Lie down, Dean.” I growled, pushing him over and climbing on top of him. Like a panther. I felt his hard cock brush my thigh and moaned. I couldn’t resist. Any more of this and I’d devour him.
No! I had to prepare my treat. I slipped a blindfold out of my pocket. Yeah, that’s right. This bitch has a skirt with pockets! Look at my pockets! Of course it was making an appearance tonight. It was my favorite. I’d show it off every chance I got, just like my Dean. Those other bitches were so damn jealous.
I caught the disbelief in his eyes, the hope. I stretched it over his big head (I needed the little one for me). My fingers delved deep into his curly hair before I withdrew, shaking with the effort. I bit my lip, though he couldn’t see.
Maybe I could just sample it. For science.
“Don’t get up. Lift your hips.” some part of me continued with the plan. I was a hard taskmistress, even to myself.
His cock, newly free of its confines, probably only rose up slightly, but to me it leapt. It filled my eyes, the king of the jungle, rampant, muscular. Angry. Surely I should give it a little kiss better. The warm velvety skin stroked against my lips. The iron core pushed back. Steel, wrapped in softness. Just like my Dean.
I inhaled his heady musk, then felt ashamed. Was he looking? No, that’s right, he was blindfolded. I inhaled again, loudly. Damn. That addictive smell filled my mind, drew me closer. I gave it another kiss. Somehow the bulbous head slipped in my mouth. Oops. My tongue ran side to side along the base of it, and he moaned, lifting his hips and putting his hands in my hair. He could do anything, push my head down, use me like a whore. My mind exulted at the thought of it, then closed again as shame washed in. I drew back, his cock flopping back to his stomach. It left a wet mark, which quickly evaporated, leaving just the lustrous sheen of the massage oil.
I looked up at his blindfold. He couldn’t see how into this I was. Great.
I opened my mouth wide – he was huge – and quickly went further than just the tip. I barely managed to take the first couple of inches into my mouth. It felt like I was trying to eat a baseball bat. I liked that feeling; I am a kinky bitch. His hands were in my hair again. I loved that feeling, though knew I really shouldn’t. I pushed down further. I managed to take another meaty inch before I gagged, my body reflexively trying to force out the invader. Stupid body.
“Why?” he asked, and my guilt prodded me for an answer.
I wasn’t planning on saying anything, but I’d made him think our marriage was in danger. To be fair, for a while, it was. That was before I did my digging on his phone and subtly chatting with her, I realized the obvious – that bitch Dawn was trying to seduce him. That buxom, beautiful, backstabbing bitch. I’d always been attracted to her. I’d always been too ashamed to say anything about it.