“Someone is very wet this morning.” Joe stated.
“I wonder why? Could be the great company,” I replied, “Too bad I can’t be doing any sucking on you.”
“That can be arranged,” Joe stated. “Swing your legs over my shoulders, we can 69.”
I laid there frozen for a minute, processing. I hadn’t done 69 since high school, and that was before kids, and before gaining weight. There’s no way this can work.
“I’m… I’m not too sure about that, I don’t think that will work.” I whispered.
“Do you need another reminder of what not listening will get you?” Joe replied.
I smirked, liking the thought of additional spanks. As if reading my mind Joe replied to my smirk with:
“It won’t be more spanks Emma, you enjoyed that too much. It may be no spanks.”
“Grrrr, fine!” I growled under my breath.
I bent over, kneeling on the bed, and swung my leg over Joe’s shoulders getting into position. I wasn’t sure still, but man did I love the view. Joe’s hard cock was directly in front of my face, and I had my chance. I slowly began at the head, and took it into my mouth, swirling my tongue around the tip.
Fuck he tastes so good, I thought.
I began taking him into my mouth more, and almost gagged. Fuck fuck fuck. it had been so long since I had given a blow job, my gag reflex wasn’t the greatest. I continued to suck on Joe’s cock but immediately got distracted at what Joe was doing. I attempted to keep my concentration, but it was so hard with Joe’s tongue expertly licking up and down my labia, again encircling my clit but not quite touching it. My skins senses heightened as I wished he would just touch my clit already, and as if reading my mind, he began lightly flicking my clit up and down with his tongue. Shifting between up and down, then encircling it, with light and heavy pressure. I was already overstimulated from all the skin-on-skin touch. I froze with his cock in my mouth stifling my moans, as I began to cum from his tongue on my clit.
I slid his cock out of my mouth and all I could get out was:
“I want you to fuck me so bad.” I said to Joe.
“How can you ask nicer?” He asked.
“Pleaseeee?” I replied.
“Please what?” Joe asked.
“Please Daddy, fuck me.” I said while looking at him.
I laid back on the bed and Joe climbed on top of me. Within seconds, his cock was buried deep inside of me, as he kissed me again. I wrapped my legs around his ass, wanting to feel all of him. His cock was so large and thick, it stretched me more than I had been in years, and I could feel every inch of his thrust inside of me. It wasn’t long before I began to orgasm again and got louder with my moans while he kissed me. Joe slowed his thrusts and then slid off me, laying down on the bed next to me. Joe pulled me close to him and cradled my head on his chest. His chest hair felt nice against my cheek, and I brought my hand up to run through his chest hair. It was one of many of my favorite physical features of Joe. I couldn’t remember the last time I was held. It was nice and comforting in a way that I had not felt in a very long time.
We continued to lay in bed, Joe holding me close and trailing his fingers up and down my back and my arm. I suddenly realized all the water I had drank that morning was catching up to me, and I badly needed to pee. I laid for another minute until it was too bearable because I didn’t want to get out of the bed or Joe’s embrace.
“Be right back,” I said “Gotta pee.”
I got up and walked to the bathroom, leaving the door open. We had previously chatted about a story we read on Literotica about watching others in the bathroom. I was hesitant, but still left the door open just to see what Joe might do. Almost immediately after I sat on the toilet, Joe appeared in the doorway. I never thought I had a shy bladder, but apparently someone staring you down, makes one not want to pee.
Joe walked over to me, held my face in his hands, and leaned over to kiss me. This was…. odd. No one ever watched me in the bathroom. Not even my husband. Joe’s hard cock was directly in front of my face when he stood back up, and I couldn’t help but take it into my mouth. Within seconds of sucking on Joe’s cock, I began to pee. I pulled back letting Joe’s cock fall out of my mouth. Joe stood there and just stared at me while I continued to pee. I finished up, washed my hands, and went and laid back on the bed.
Joe followed me out but then turned around and said, “I guess I need to go too.”
I continued to lay in bed, thinking about what just happened. I could hear Joe peeing, and all I could think of was him watching me, and how exciting it was. I heard Joe finish peeing, and it wasn’t until Joe emerged from the bathroom that I realized that I completely missed my chance. I should have gone in there and watched Joe as well. I’d always been curious watching people but had only ever seen things in porn. Hopefully I would get another change at some point. We both curled up in the bed again, the same position of Joe’s arms around me and my head snuggled into his chest.
“Umm…you didn’t cum,” I stated while still playing with his chest hair with my hand.
“No, I didn’t. I want to make sure you get all you need,” He replied “Besides, there is more I want to do with you before I cum.”
I giggled, burying my head into his chest, and just laid there next to him, trying to wrap my body around his as much as possible. I wasn’t sure when I might get this much skin on skin contact again and wanted to soak in every minute I could. We laid there for a while, and I could hear Joe’s heartbeat through his chest, as he was tracing up and down my arm with his fingers again. He raised his head up and kissed me on the forehead. I just laid there unsure of what to even do, I’d never had anyone do that before, it felt weird, but I wished he would do it again.
“Turn over and lay on your stomach,” Joe said.
I continued to just lay there with my head on his chest and trying to hide my smirk.
“I’d rather stay like this,” I replied.
“Are you arguing again?” He asked.
I growled under my breath and rolled over to lay onto my stomach, groaning the entire time.
“I heard that!” said Joe.
I laid there and rolled my eyes, glad that he couldn’t see my face. I could hear Joe playing with zippers on his backpack that he brought. Joe threw something on the bed, but I couldn’t see what it was. Then he walked over to the side of the bed, leaned over, and whispered:
“This is for not listening, when I gave you an instruction.”
As soon as he said it his hand spanked my ass twice, and I couldn’t help but just lay there and grin. Joe climbed on top of me, laying his full body weight on me, with his stomach to my back. I could feel his chest hair and warmth from his body on my back. I’d never had anyone do this either. I was surprised at how good it felt, especially when I began to feel Joe’s hard cock against my ass. I could have spent the rest of the morning laying like that. Instead, Joe reached up and kissed me on the forehead again and told me to roll over to my back.
Damn it. It was like every time I was sinking into some new feeling, he moved on to the next thing. I rolled over, and Joe was sitting on the bed next to me. Joe laid something very cold, hard, and metal on my chest between my tits. I couldn’t tell what it was at first, but the coldness made my skin perk up with goosebumps, and I shivered.