And waited.
I was naked, and still as erect as I’d ever been. (No, I wasn’t a teenager, but understand, it’d been well over two weeks since we did anything.)
Next time I saw Dawn – which only ever be with Aimee present from now on, of course – I’d give her a tongue-lashing. Maybe that would make Aimee happy.
That was definitely the bedroom door. The door squeaked open – it did need oil, I couldn’t help but note – and I heard soft steps getting closer. Feminine breaths, growing deeper as they approached. A little gasp, then a quickly stifled moan.
Aimee stepped forward, pretending to hesitate. I heard the subtle swish of her feet on the carpet. I heard my own heart pounding. Finally, after two weeks of endless teasing – would it finally happen? Was I forgiven?
Aimee’s acting was superb. I could hear the uncertainty in the way she walked, the way her breath hitched. The way the bed slowly took her weight as she eased herself down.
The hairs on my side prickled as they sensed someone in close proximity, though none of my other senses could. I felt like she was right there, close enough to touch.
“Fuck.” Aimee barely even whispered the word, but she was a couple of feet from me. Of course I heard.
I felt her fingers grip my cock around the base. I couldn’t help it, my hips left the bed. Suddenly she drew back, like she’d been stung.
I felt her leave. There was one breath where nothing happened. No! I couldn’t let it end now!
“Wha… sorry.” I mumbled. “Yes, Aimee. Yes.” I moaned, encouraging her. I deserved a damn medal for remembering.
I felt the bedsprings move beneath her weight. Finally I’d done something right; she was back. The rough fabric on her legs – jeans or something – brushed my arm.
She held my penis strangely. Like she’d never held it before. Her fingers were cool, but warmed up quickly as she moved it this way and that.
“Yes Aimee.” I moaned.
I felt her smile, I don’t know how I knew it, but Aimee was definitely smiling right now.
The next thing I knew I was in the slick wetness of her mouth. She was really changing it up. The few times my wife had given me a blowjob before this night – twice, thank you God – she always licked a couple of times first. Then my mind disconnected. The little head was doing the thinking now. All it knew was that moist heat and the magical sensation of her tongue moving.
I tried to move my arms and felt the fluffy handcuffs suddenly, mercilessly stop me short. My hips rose and fell back to the bed. My feet scrabbled pointlessly on the bed. My hip brushed her fluffy sweater as it fell.
Then she was on top of me, pinning me to the bed. Aimee put her legs either side of my head, the thick cotton of her jeans uncomfortable against my bare shoulders.
She lay down, heedless of the oil covering me. I felt her thick sweater first, then the curves of her boobs descended. They felt even larger than usual with this blindfold on – I wished I could see them. Eventually she put her whole body weight on me. The wires of her bra dug into my stomach through her top. She didn’t care she was getting it dirty, and sure as hell I didn’t either. The long hairs of her wool sweater tickled me. I couldn’t do anything about it. The itchiness was driving me crazy. Was she just laying on me now? Could she get off, or just scratch my left side for me?
I opened my mouth to complain when her mouth descended on me again. Ah, option 3 – even better. The sensation of her mouth was incredible, banishing all other thought. I felt her lips strain around me, then a slight feeling of her teeth before she adjusted. I felt the cum churn in my balls. I wouldn’t last too long like this.
She pulled back, gasping for air. Her tongue roamed the sensitive head of my cock, and I moaned. Her lips against me, I felt her smile, before she opened her mouth, and took me as deep as she ever had in one long move. She held me there in that humid heaven for a couple of seconds. Then I felt her throat convulse and she drew back, coughing. I felt drips of her saliva fall to my stomach.
Before I knew what was happening, I was back deep inside her, right at the back of her mouth. She pushed, hard, straining, and I felt something I never had before. The muscle which blocked me drew away and my manhood plunged down her throat. Further inside her than anyone had a right to be.
She was deepthroating me! I thought that only happened in porn! My prudish little wife had finally gone wild. I loved it.
She engulfed me for what felt like an eternity. I felt her throat massage me. I don’t know how much she took, I don’t know how long, I was blindfolded and a bit distracted at the time.
If I thought the feeling was out of this world before, when she started to move I was blasted into hyperspace. The softness, the depth, the heat – it was indescribable. She was really putting her all into this. Her breasts pressed into me as she really got into it, rising off of me and pressing into me again.
“Ghkk!” She moaned around my cock, the most crude noise she’d ever made.
I savored it. Her drool continually dripped out of her mouth, rapidly soaking my legs and stomach as she went at me like it was her only chance.
I said the only thing I could. “Oh, yes, Aimee! Oh fuck!” I was grateful she’d given me the phrase as I couldn’t form a thought right now.
“Ghhkkk, ghmmmm!” Her noises were icing on the cake. Somehow the image of my neat and put-together wife enjoying something so outrageously dirty, messing her up… I was totally addicted now.
She pushed herself down on me as far as she could. She made it so far down that I felt her forehead touch my thighs. Fucking hell – Aimee’s awesome – best wife ever.
She held herself down there, forcing herself further, beyond comfort, like she was punishing herself, like she had a goal, like she was determined to do this. I was deep in her throat. If I didn’t have this cursed blindfold on, maybe I’d see my penis make her neck bulge obscenely. Wait, I wouldn’t see that from this angle. I’d see her jeans, her steaming crotch. I wished I could eat her out. This sensation was incredible; I’d be repaying the favor for years. Finally, she pulled off me, coughing roughly, gasping desperately for breath.
I was worried about her – until I felt her thighs tighten painfully around my head and I felt her entire body vibrate. Even as she coughed and gasped, her body shook violently.
Years of hearing Aimee’s orgasms had primed me to listen out for the telltale pattern of sounds she made while cumming. It took a couple of seconds, my ears straining, but I heard it, underneath all the coughing and gasps for breath.
“Hff, hff, mmm! Hff, hff, ohhh!” It sounded oddly quiet and far away, but that could just have been the jean-clad thighs that had my head in a vice.
“Cough, hrrrk! Ohh my gawddd…” she gasped and sputtered hoarsely, making enough noise for three people.
I smelled a hint of feminine musk – of course I did, my nose was right up against her, and she’d just cum. Even through her jeans, the smell rapidly became stronger – a strange, distinct, tart odor. It was a heavenly scent. Was that coconut?