My Wife Has Been Very Naughty
And I planned to enjoy every moment of it.
Monday morning came around fast. I’d arrived home just before midnight, having flown back with Pearse on his private jet. It had been been a wild weekend with the wealth billionaire, and frankly I’d lost track of the amount of times we’d had sex.
Still that didn’t stop him from taking me again on the hood of his car when he dropped me home. It was 11:30pm after all and the terms of the bet had been all weekend. He took full advantage of it.
Ralph had watched the show from the living room window, as Pearse had driven me to one last orgasm.
If I was being honest with myself, I imagined I was going to suffer from withdrawals. Over the past two days I’d grown used to having his big chocolate cock available to satisfy my every sexual need. It was going to take some readjusting to life at home.
I’d woken up expecting Ralph to be at work, but he was in the kitchen fixing me breakfast.
“Hey, sweetheart,” he called enthusiastically, “I made you an omelette, your favorite.”
He was so good to me. While my sexual horizons had been broadening, I was under no misaprehensions about who loved me. Lance and Pearse might love fucking me, but I was fairly sure that’s where their commitment ended.
Ralph, wanted to be sure I was taken care of.
The omelette was a kind thought but my libido was in overdrive. A weekend of fast and furious sex was still lingering in my system.
“That’s so kind of you sweetie,” I replied as I sat down at the kichen table. “But I was kind of hoping you might like to eat first?”
He turned around a little confused, as I parted my legs. The silk robe I was wearing opened with them revealing the fact I wasn’t wearing any panties.
Ralph’s skill with his tongue was unparalleled. He turned off the stove, a grin spreading across his lips as he made his way over to me. He leaned over me and kissed me, on the lips, hard. He slid his tongue into my mouth, he was determined, insistent, and clearly in need.
Our lips parted as he sank two fingers into my pussy. I gasped as he teased me.
His fingers moistened by my excitement, he drew them out and brushed them gently over my clit. “Is this where you’d prefer my lips?”
“Yes,” I whispered, leaning back in the chair. His gentle but insistent caress was turning me on and I couldn’t wait to feel his tongue.
“Someone’s been very naughty though,” he teased.
I could see how hard he was. He was practically splitting his boxers in half with his erection.
“I have,” I replied, knowing how much he enjoyed watching and seeing my exploits. “I lost track of how many times Pearse used me this weekend. It was incredible.”
His lips found there way to my ear. “You do look good with a black cock in you,” he whispered.
I placed my hand on the back of his and applied some pressure, grinding against his fingers.
“Please baby, I need it so bad.”
“I know,” he replied his breath playing over my ear. It sent a shiver down my spine. Maybe absence did make the heart grow fonder. Either that, or Ralph had been upping his game. He teased my clit, edging me closer toward my release, but every time I tried to pull his head down, he resisted.
This time he stopped at my breasts. They were hard before he even took them in his mouth, but he sucked and nuzzled them all the same, teasing them gently with his teeth until I was a moaning mess at the breakfast table.
“Please baby,” I begged, “finish me with your tongue.”
I felt like a total slut begging my husband to eat me after the weekend I’d had, but something in me needed this. On Friday night he’d watched me get gangbanged by Pearse and his friends in the corporate box.
It had brought me great pleasure to watch him shoot his load everywhere as my lovers had done the same. But this Ralph was more confident, more assertive, more in control.
I wasn’t sure what to make of the change, but I liked it.
“Baby,” I groaned. “Please, I’ll do anything. Anything for you.”
Ralph’s smile widened. “Those boys and their big cocks, did they neglect their tongue work?”
“Yes, baby,” I nodded honestly. “None of them can hold a candle to you on your knees.”
I wasn’t lying. Ralph was like a dyson, not a hoover. He did a quality job. His tongue and pressure was relentless as he drove you to a mind shattering orgasm.
“So if I eat you here and now,” Ralph negotiated. “I want to bend you over this table and fill you to the brim.”
His demand sent a thrill through me.
“Deal,” I groaned, pulling his head to my pussy.
This time he didn’t resist, he dropped to his knees as his warm tongue parted my folds and worked it’s way to my clit.
My fingers wrapped through his hair as I savored the sensation.
“Yes baby, that’s it.”
I could feel my orgasm building, waiting for it’s inevitable release like a dam about to burst. Ralph slipped two fingers inside me, stretching me as his tongue worked it’s magic.
“Oh yes, Ralph, I’m so close.”
I spread my legs further apart to give him better access. Part of me wanted him to finish me with his tongue. Another part of me wanted to tear his boxers off so he could take me right here on the chair.
I was wanton, and he was taking advantage of it.
But damn it felt good. He hadn’t been inside me since before his boss Lance had had his way with me. The thought of taking him today only heightened my anticipation.
My body trembled, and I felt it coming. My sweet release. I wanted it, I needed it. I was going to soak his face with my juices.
Until the doorbell rang, interrupting our ecstacy.
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