“Mmm… mmm… mmmmmmmm!” she moaned around my mouth, trying to keep herself from making any noise.
Her face slipped, so she rested on my neck instead. I noticed how she’d lifted her hips to just the right angle to ensure I hit all the right spots inside her.
I redoubled my efforts, no longer having the delightful distraction of her lips. I couldn’t get over how wet she was, how great her pussy felt. How every time I pushed it home she gasped a little, and every time I pulled almost all the way out a little river of her excitement followed. Her nipples, hard as little bullets, grazed my chest as her pendulous breasts swung wildly back and forth above me. How I wished I could see them. I felt her softness on my hardness and tried to pound her into quivering submission.
Her nails dug into my shoulders. Her teeth bit my neck, hard. I ignored it – I was focused.
Her breath caught, and I knew she was close. I was careful not to change a thing – my previous girlfriends had taught me well. I was rewarded when I felt her clench around me.
“Eeee – eeeeeeeeeee!” She wailed despite herself, trying to keep it in. She bit down on my shoulder again. She’d leave a mark – it’d be a badge of honor. “Mmmmmmmffff!”
“Yes Aimee!” I gasped hotly into her hair.
Her knees shook, her legs clamped down on me, and she thrust her hips at me, holding me down with all her strength. Her pussy was stretched to its limit, yet she was still trying to take me as deeply into her as she physically could. As her ass did that sexy new vibrating thing, indicating she was cumming, her silken walls pulsed on my shaft.
Moment by delicious moment, her talented pussy coaxed me closer to my climax. He’d wanted this to last longer, but it was too much. The sensations grew too strong, and I lost control. I thrust up into her, deep, growling like some animal. Accidentally I lifted her body off the bed and locked my hips there, in the air, with her balancing awkwardly, half on me and half on her arms, her creamy center still fluttering madly around me, still caught in the throes of her orgasm.
My cock swelled beyond all reckoning. It was engorged beyond anything I’d ever experienced. As the moment stretched, I felt almost like something was inflating inside the tip of it, growing exponentially larger, drowning me in an unbearable moment, pain and pleasure mixed together. Aimee, right beside my ear, inhaled sharply in shock.
My balls clenched, and deep inside her molten center, I shot the most satisfying, most forceful stream of cum it’s ever been my pleasure to experience. Weeks – no, years – of frustration drained from me in that singular, perfect moment.
“Mmmm – mmmph! Fkk gg!” She moaned again, as I felt her teeth dig harder into me, breaking my skin. I was too far gone to care.
It felt like a rocket came out of me, splashing deep into her core, and apparently Aimee agreed. She gasped mid-orgasm and her vagina convulsed again, much harder, redoubling its efforts and almost forcing me out of it. We were pressed too tightly together for that, but it felt like she was squeezing my cock in her fist. Undeterred, pressed almost right up against her cervix, it pulsed again and again. My balls were seemingly finding more and more stores of potent sperm to inject into her womb. It felt endless.
Eventually, I collapsed back to the bed, spent. I didn’t feel Aimee come back down. A drop of my seed dripped back onto my stomach, then something happened which I hadn’t been expecting. I mean, I hadn’t been expecting any of this, but then…
“Oh fuck, oh fuck” she recited like a mantra, “ohfuckohfuckoh – FUCKKK!”
I heard a splash before I felt it. A short stream of liquid splashed out of her onto my chest. Fuck, was she squirting? Oh fuck indeed – that had been one of my biggest fetishes for ages. My wife was squirting, and I was missing it because of this fucking blindfold! Fuck!
I felt her collapse back down onto me, and she sat up immediately, her ass slapping wetly against my hips, my cock nestled between her cleft. Her little pointy clit kissed against the tip of it. She squirted again, just as forceful, but this time the stream hit my penis and went what felt like absolutely everywhere. She squeaked, and her legs swung closed. Her hands came down rapidly, to as if protect herself, roughly digging into my stomach in her eagerness. A couple smaller spurts, and she was done.
She leapt off the bed, and I chuckled. Always one for neatness, was Aimee. Messy sex was better.
“Yes, Aimee.” I laughed.
I laid there for a moment, stewing in our mixed juices. Would she let me out now?
“Aimee?” I asked.
I heard a rustle of clothing. A creak. A hurried step or two. Then absolutely nothing at all.
“Yeah?” she breathed eventually, her voice strained, an octave lower than usual. Perhaps that was understandable, considering the post-sex embarrassment she forced herself to feel every damn time.
Was the game over? There wasn’t much I could say with the words ‘Yes’ and ‘Aimee’, though to be fair they had more utility than I’d thought.
Then I felt her return to the bed. To my astonishment, I felt her tongue taste our mixed juices, lick my messy cum and her ejaculate together. She’d never done that before.
“I know what you’re thinking.” she said in her new, deep voice. “It’s not over, Dean.”
She was reading my mind! Aimee made a habit of doing that, showing off how well she knew me. After eight years of marriage it wasn’t hard (for her, I still couldn’t do it!). Speaking of things which weren’t hard, what did she think would happen now? I wasn’t 22 anymore, it’d take quite a bit of time until I was ready again.
Which is why I was stupefied when I felt her mouth lick the tip of my cock a couple of times. Judging by the feeling, it was still fully erect. She licked the drool from the end, and swallowed it with relish.
“Ahhhh!” she exclaimed. “That hit the fucking spot.”
Aimee licked my tummy, lapping up the pool of cum that’d dripped out of her, and without any further preamble, she captured the end of my miraculously undying erection with her mouth.
I gasped – it was far too sensitive! But she didn’t let up, bobbing up and down, the warm wetness driving me wild – it always did. Three blowjobs in one year – I must have died and gone to heaven!
“You didn’t follow the rules, Dean.” she chided, before she sucked my cock into her wet mouth again. “But what you said was so sweet, soo…”
She redoubled her efforts, pulling her mouth off me to lick at a couple of places she’d missed.
Then, as if she was following a schedule only she knew, she drew back slowly, reluctantly. I felt her knees settle either side of me, her skirt fanning out around her, soaking up her cum from earlier. She sat on my hips, similar to before but not quite. Her soaked pussy felt like a naked flame when it touched on my cooling penis. She couldn’t be… We’d never…
“Soo, I think I’ll reward you.” she concluded.
With that she yanked my blindfold – ouch – before more gently sliding it off. I Looked up into the eyes of my wife, her eyes burning with uncontrolled lust.