Chapter 1
Miriam Braun served her husband's breakfast and sat down across from him to eat her one slice of diet toast and fresh peach and drink her cup of black, decaf coffee. She was 25, five years younger than her husband, a stunning blonde with scintillating blue eyes, and a body and long legs that men couldn't resist ogling, and she ate it up.
"Are you going to blow anything up today?" Aaron was a demolitions expert, and she always teased him about being destructive.
"I'll be in the office all week," Aaron replied. "Sandy is pushing more and more paperwork off on me."
"Typical," she said. "You do the work and he gets the credit."
"He does his share of the work."
"Has he said anything more about your promotion?"
"The older Sandy gets, the more vague he gets." Aaron didn't know exactly why he lied. He didn't think about his answer, and the words just popped out before he could catch them. His answer wasn't exactly a lie, but it was a dodge, so it amounted to the same thing.
Miriam didn't like the answer, but knew she would start a fight if she pushed the issue, so she changed the subject. "Do demo men really yell 'fire in the hole' before they blow something up?"
"Yes, but it's just a formality now. We use sirens and flashing red lights to warn people."
"The first time I heard the expression, I thought they were talking about a horny babe with a hot pussy," she laughed.
In her case, the term was fitting, but he let it go. Working in the office had several advantages, and he was looking forward to enjoying one that was particularly distinct and pleasurable. If he gave his wife a chance, she would drain his energy before he got out of the house.
"We don't actually blow things up, you know," he said. "It's more appropriate to say that we blow them down."
"Blow sounds good to me," she chuckled, "and whether they're blown up or down doesn't make any difference."
"Don't start," he said quickly, "I've got to get to work."
He might as well have been baying at the moon. She pushed the dishes out of the way, lifted her thin summer robe and sat on the table in front of him, put a foot on each side of his chair seat and opened her robe and casually fluffed up her sumptuous muff. "Sandy won't fire you if you're a few minutes late," she said.
The sight of her pretty pussy overruled his good judgment, and he stared at her hand moving idly over her mound. If he played his cards right, he could give her a good licking, then be on his way before she got her claws into him. "This is pretty outlandish, you know."
"I like to do outlandish things, darling," she said with a soft, sexy chuckle. She smiled and smoothed his hair back, then put her hand behind his head and pulled his mouth gently toward her hairy slit. "Kiss my pussy, baby, and make it feel good."
Fighting would only delay the inevitable and waste valuable time, so he puckered up and gave her hot gash a sloppy kiss.
"Mmmmmm, that feels good." She kept her left hand behind his head and slid her right hand down to the base of her belly and put a finger on each side of her gash and pulled it open. "Lick my slit, baby."
"You're the only woman I've ever known who says slit instead of pussy."
"I like the way lick and slit sound together."
He tongued her seam the way she liked, eager to get her off and be done with it.
She pressed her snatch harder to his mouth and wiggled and squirmed her ass gently. "Good, baby, so good," she whispered. "I get all gooey inside when you lick my cunt."
As if he didn't know. The instant his tongue touched her pussy, it started flowing like a little stream, and he had to lick quickly to keep her juice from dribbling down his chin.
She tangled the fingers of both hands in his hair and shoved her crotch forward and humped her crack all over his mouth. "Suck the juice out of my hot hole, baby," she whispered passionately.
He put his mouth over her hole and sucked hard a few moments, then alternated between sucking and tongue-fucking her rapidly. He had to admit that he loved the ambrosial flavor of her essence and her raunchy talk.
"I'm ready, baby," she moaned. "Lick my clit, real fast, and make me cum good!"
He chuckled to himself. She never came any other way. But what could you expect for a woman with such a large, sensitive clit? He put both hands in her crotch and spread the lips of her pussy and licked her love stud vigorously, and she twitched and twisted turbulently as her climax seized her and transported her to the heights of ecstasy.
"Damn, that was good, darling," she whispered hotly. "You always lick me so well."
She leaned over and unbuckled his belt, and he leaned back in his chair and gave in without a fight. "Stand up, baby, so I can get your pants down."
He stood and caressed the silky flesh on the inside of her bare thighs as she opened his pants and pushed them down. His cock sprang out, bouncing up and down, throbbing strongly, and she grabbed the stiff shaft in her fist and yanked it hard.
"Damn, sweetheart, don't pull the damn thing off," he muttered as he shuffled forward.
"Oh, darling, you know how fucking crazy I get when I see your hard cock!" She pushed him back into his chair and slid off the table and knelt in front of him.
Her fingers played lightly over his cock, touching every part of it with her feathery fingertips, and she gently rolled his balls in her palm. "Splendid cock," she crooned, her voice soft and soothing.
To her, any cock was splendid, but she didn't advertise her feeling to her husband. She licked his cockhead, and he forgot about what was waiting at the office and jerked his hips and tried to stick his cock in her mouth. She giggled and pulled her head back quickly and held his balls in the soft warm palm of her left hand and squeezed them gently. "Your balls are so full. You need to cum badly, don't you?" She licked the head of his cock again.
It has been said that a man's brain drains into the head of his cock when it gets hard, and he was a perfect paradigm of the saying.
"Yeah," he wheezed, staring at his wife's pretty face.
Her long, pink tongue slid slowly between her lush lips and extended fully and the tip swiped across the head of his prick, and he shuddered. She closed her right hand around his stiff, pulsing shaft and curled her tongue around the head of his cock, hot and wet on the nerve-filled knob.
He watched his foxy wife make love to his cock, the heat of sexual passion permeating to the very core of his being, even making the marrow in his bones tingle.
She slid her tongue along the underside of his tool, from the head to the base and back up again, kept her tongue fully extended and opened her mouth wide and lowered her head. He arched his hips and shoved his cock at her, and she chuckled softly and let his prick slide slowly between her soft lips into her mouth. The tip of her extended tongue touched the base of his cock, and she held his prick between her upper lip and tongue and wiggled the tip of her oral digit.
He sighed deeply and quaked all over as she drew her tongue back into her mouth slowly, sliding it along the bottom of his shaft. Once again, her tongue curled around the head of his prick, laving it tenderly, coating it with warm saliva, then she held his love wand in her mouth and loved it without applying any suction.
He groaned out loud. She chuckled again, with his cock deep in her throat, and the vibrations from her vocal cords lashed his cockhead. He groaned louder, and she lifted her head and looked up at him with a devilish twinkle in her eyes.
"You like getting your cock sucked, don't you?" Her tongue flashed out and laved the tip of his organ.
"God, yes!"
"And you love my wonderful blow jobs," she giggled. "I'm going to get every drop of your cum."
For a brief moment, he remembered Denise, but it was too late now. "Yeah, you always do," he replied.
She gripped his cock tightly with her hand just below the knob and her tongue went into motion, licking only the bare head, periodically curling all the way around it. She licked it up and down, went all the way around it, twisting his cock and turning her head so she covered every inch of the tender flesh.
His cock got so hard, he couldn't close his eyes and the head swelled bigger than he could remember, so big that pangs of lust shot through it. He wished she would hurry and take it in her mouth.
She gripped the knob loosely in her fist and stroked it and spent several long, agonizing minutes licking the shaft, then dribbled saliva on the naked knob and stroked faster, going all the way from the head to the base. "Playing with your cock is fun," she said softly. "Am I making it feel good?"
"Fuck, yes," he exclaimed. "I love your soft hands and hot mouth. Put it back in your mouth and suck it again."
She liked to play with a cock, any cock, and was in no hurry to get him off. She closed her left fist around the bare head of his cock and squeezed gently and twisted her hand as she jerked him with her right hand.
"God damn," he yelped. "Come on, baby, suck it!"
She replaced her left hand with her hot, wet mouth and sealed her lips tightly just below the crown and sucked real hard two or three times.
He gasped and shivered all over. "God," he croaked.
Slowly, very deliberately, her head moved down, and more and more of his cock disappeared into her mouth. She swallowed all of his meat, paused a moment, holding his cockhead just inside her throat, tightened the muscles in her throat and applied exquisite pressure on the knob.
He felt the radical difference when the head of his aching prick entered her throat, and thought she was going to suck the end of his prick off and swallow it! The anticipation was only slightly less intolerable than the pressure of the knot of cum building in him.
She pulled her mouth back to the head and jerked him as she sucked, using quick, short strokes, twisting her hand around and around.
His body vibrated like a banjo string, his ass twisted and bucked and he gnashed his teeth as he watched his astonishing wife fuck her phenomenal mouth with his cock, her mouth and hand working in perfect harmony. She held her head still, and her mouth became a powerful vacuum pump as her right hand slid swiftly up and down his cock, tightening ever so slowly, and she closed her left hand on his nuts and yanked them repeatedly.
An expression of sheer ecstasy covered his face and his ass lifted off the chair and his cock erupted with a turbulence that warped his mind.
She held her head steady and let the tip of his cock slide into her throat again as his ass lurched upward, and tightened her grip around his throbbing lance and jerked faster. His body strained and flexed and writhed and lurched, and his hot jism poured down her gullet in dense gobs.
He pushed at her head and rasped, "No more, you've got it all!"
She lifted her head and looked at his cock, cleared her throat a couple of times and swallowed hard to purge the sticky clot from her throat, then said sweetly, "Not quite all." She milked his dick, and one large pearly drop of cum oozed out and her tongue flicked out and scooped it up. "Now I've got it all!" She smacked her lips and smiled.
"God, baby, that was wonderful!"
She stood and gave him a sloppy smooch with lots of tongue, then said, "You'd better hurry, or you'll be late for work."