Chapter 1
Vicki put a bottle of champagne in the ice bucket to chill, and set the table with her great-grandmother's antique china and silver. There. All she had to do was light the candles when Brad got home.
She took a long, luxurious bubble bath, then used the flavored douche she purchased for the occasion. She dabbed her husband's favorite perfume between her big tits and in her sumptuous bush. For an added measure of titillation, she applied bright red lipstick to her sensuous mouth. She used the same lipstick to paint her areolae and the lips of her pussy.
She put on a black half-bra that left her tits bare and lacy black panties with a split crotch. She added a black garter belt, black hose and black, high heel sandals with straps that wrapped around her ankles. The young woman in the specialty boutique who helped her make her selections said the sandals were known as "fuck-me" shoes and added just the right touch.
Her reflection in the full-length mirror pleased her. She looked as wanton as she felt. She hoped Brad felt the same way. He had been getting careless lately, and needed something to get his libido fired up again. If she didn't know better, she would think another woman was draining his energy. Along with his cock. She put on a floor-length red transparent gown to add allure and was ready for the games to begin.
She met him at the door with an exceptionally sexy kiss and a cold martini. He took the martini and ogled his wife with a lecherous leer. "Well, well, this is a surprise. What's the occasion?"
"You'll find out later." She turned around slowly, giving him a good look at her voluptuous body from all angles, then gave him another kiss. "Go take your shower. Dinner will be ready in a few minutes. I laid out a new robe for you."
"I would rather skip the food and eat you."
"Food can be just as sensual as fucking, dear," she said softly. She swatted him on the ass and giggled. "Get with it or dinner will burn."
He knew his wife well enough to know that she was leading up to something in addition to some fabulous sex. He wondered what. Had he missed an important date? Their wedding anniversary came on Valentine's Day, and her birthday was next month. He couldn't think of another date that might have significance. This had to be one of her frequent surprises.
"I thought you knew my size by now," he joked as he came into the dining room. "This robe feels good on my skin, but it's too short."
"It isn't supposed to be any longer, dear. It's pure silk, by the way. Your cock looks very tempting hanging out that way."
He held her chair for her, then sat in his chair at the head of the table. She slid her leg under his and rubbed her shin along his calf. She caught him glancing at her often with pure lust in his eyes and smiled.
She kept the conversation light for a few minutes, then said, "Darling, are you fucking another woman?"
Brad nearly choked. "Boy, talk about a bolt from the blue! You should know better. You're the only woman in my life. I haven't had another woman since we married, and I don't intend to. Do you mind telling me what brought this on?"
"Oh, I was just wondering. You know that I like to take the initiative. You also know that I like for you to get the ball rolling. The ball seems to be in my court all the time lately. You don't pay much attention to me unless I do something special. Either you're tired of me, or you're fucking another woman. I think I could handle you fucking another woman better than I could handle you getting tired of me."
"You're wrong on both counts," he said firmly. "I'm tired, but not of you. The company is down-sizing, and I'm doing more work than usual, and it's getting to me. I'm sorry that I've been neglecting you. I'll try to do better. The personnel situation should stabilize in a couple of weeks, and the workload will sort itself out. Can you bear with me that much longer?"
"You know I can, darling. I just needed to know why you changed."
"Could you really handle it if I was fucking another woman?"
"Hell, no!" Vicki said. "I said that I could handle that better than you getting tired of me. I lied. I don't think I could handle either one very well."
"That's what I thought," he laughed. "Looks like the champagne bottle is empty."
"Want me to open another one?"
"No." He pushed his chair back. "Superb dinner, as usual. Are we going to have coffee and dessert in the living room?"
A devilish smile played at the corners of her mouth. "Why don't we have it right here?"
"What are we having? Or is that part of the surprise?"
"Me," she whispered. She got up and went around the table. "I hope you like it. I worked all afternoon getting it ready." She pushed his robe from his lap, straddled his legs and sat down. His semi-erect prick poked her in the ass. "Hmmmmm, feels like a hard problem has come up. Have you been having naughty thoughts?" She pressed her pussy against his cock and squirmed her ass. She reached down and pushed the head into her slit and quickly took it into her sex channel. She held her back very straight as she opened the top of her gown and exposed her tits. "You like my tits, don't you?" she asked softly. Her nipples popped up the instant she sat down on his cock.
"You know that I love them, baby. They're marvelous."
"Show me. Kiss them. Play with them."
He looked at her tits and chuckled. "Never saw painted tits," he said softly. He held one globe in his hands and touched the tip of his tongue to the bright red nipple. He took the thick bud between his lips, sucked on it for a few moments, then sucked the other one. "Mmmmmm, you smell and taste so good," he muttered around the stiff tit tip.
"Just for you, lover. Your cock is so hard and thick. It sure feels wonderful in my cunt." She flexed her cunt muscles around the shaft, then slid from his lap and knelt at his feet. "Do you want me to lick your gorgeous cock and make it real happy?"
She had a peculiar little habit that he adored. When she got turned on, she said cunt instead of pussy. That was one signal he could never miss.
"You know I do," he said huskily. "I love your mouth."
She pushed his knees apart and stared at his instrument of pleasure. It stuck up from between his thighs in lewd, mouth-watering invitation, throbbing with life, and coated with her juice. The tip of her pink tongue flitted around her ruby-red lips as she contemplated the way it would feel when she sucked it. Having a thick cock in her pussy was only slightly more enjoyable than having one in her mouth.
Her mouth filled with saliva as she gazed hungrily at his prick. She held the shiny, swollen knob loosely in her right hand and hefted his balls in her left hand. His heavy heartbeat registered in his cock, making it twitch and jerk in her hand. He stared down at her, eagerly anticipating having her bright red lips wrapped around his prick.
His hips jerked as she closed her fist around the swollen, sensitive head of his cock. She moistened her lips and kissed the side of the pulsing shaft.
"I like to play with your cock, lover," she whispered hotly. "It feels like an iron bar with a velvet cover." She smeared lipstick up and down his stalk. "Why does a man like to have bright red lipstick smeared all over his cock?"
"Don't know," he muttered.
He didn't care if she gave him a hand job or a blow job. She did one as well as the other. He sucked his breath in sharply as her hand closed around the naked knob and then slid down the shaft. Her hand began to glide smoothly up and down his shaft. She slipped the foreskin over the head, then drew it down slowly.
"Mmmmmm, that feels good, baby. You've got great hands."
"Yeah, I'm a handy girl to have around," she chuckled. She watched the expression on his face as she increased the up-and-down motion of her hand on his thick, throbbing cock. "Jerking your cock turns me on. The way the head pops out when I skin it is so neat."
She shivered with lust as she watched her hand slide up and down his heavy stalk. She felt his cock twitch harder as it swelled and increased the pace of her smooth skinning, up-and-down motion. She licked her sensual lips again. Wild craving shot through her voluptuous body when she saw the glistening drop of cock juice ooze from the slit in the glands. She began to jerk him slower, gently squeezing the lust-inflamed hardness and gazing at it with lascivious anticipation.
"Do you want me to jerk you off or fuck myself in the mouth?" she muttered as she stared hotly at his erect dick.
"Fuck yourself in the mouth," he grunted.
Her desire surged wildly at the thought of offering up her mouth and lips for his carnal pleasure. She held the thick stem of his cock in her hand and guided the swollen crown toward her mouth. She opened her mouth and blew hot breath over the naked knob as her fist resumed its bawdy up-and-down skinning motion. He began to grunt and groan with excitement.
She flicked her tongue out and the pink, pointed tip made wanton contact with the glistening knob. She circled the tip of her tongue around the crown, listening with rapidly rising passion to his excited moans. She could feel his hips twitch spontaneously from the arousing sensations of her light licks.
A low sigh escaped from his lips as she began to plant moist, hot kisses around his throbbing cockhead. She teased him by refusing to take the pulsing bulb into her mouth. Her tongue traveled along his tingling stem, then flicked back up the tense rod. She cuddled the base of his thick shaft with both hands. She sighed with pleasure as her lips parted to admit the swollen head into her hot mouth.
Her sensual, watery mouth made his arousal soar. She curled her tongue and let it slide along the shaft as she took the head into her throat.
His body began to tremble and jerk. "You're the first and only women to deep-throat me," he grunted.
She pressed the head of his cock between her flat tongue and the roof of her mouth and began to bob her head up and down. She withdrew her tongue and applied strong suction as her head began to bob faster. She kept her mouth full of saliva and gobbled his dick noisily, sucking him the way she knew he liked.
His beautiful wife looked so precious on her knees, fucking herself in the mouth with his prick. "God, you're so beautiful and so sexy," he muttered.
She lifted her head and grinned. "Oh, you think I'm a pretty good cocksucker, huh?"
"Fabulous." He felt his cum balloon into a seething pressure. He gripped the sides of his chair so hard that his knuckles turned white. "God damn," he muttered.
Vicki's head began to bob up and down faster. The head of his dick went from the back of her throat to just inside her lips, then back down again. Her tongue kept pressure on the tingling knob. The watery sounds coming from her mouth became louder and more frantic.
The pressure of his orgasm became so intense that every muscle in his body began to quiver. He struggled to keep from cumming, but knew he was fighting a losing battle. His wife was a creative, remarkably proficient cocksucker. He couldn't resist superb cocksucking, no matter how hard he tried. A few more moments, and she was going to get a mouthful of cum.
She suddenly lifted her head and let his cock slip from her mouth. He stared into her angelic face and breathed a sigh of relief as the pressure eased. She caressed the head of his cock with her soft tongue as she slowly slid her hand up and down the stiff shaft.
"Almost struck oil that time, didn't I?" she murmured, grinning mischievously.
"Almost," he panted hoarsely. "You have an incredible mouth."
"Oh, darling, when it comes to sex, you know that I have an incredible everything" she chuckled. "You want to fill my mouth with cum, don't you? I'll suck you off if you promise to get hard again right away."
"Damn, baby, I would promise you most anything right now!" he exclaimed.
"I like to eat your cum," she crooned as she caressed his cock with her tongue. "If at first you don't succeed, suck until you do suck seed." She lapped at his ball sac with swift strokes of her tongue. Lances of liquid fire roared through him, bringing his arousal back to the brink. She dragged her tongue back up the length of his shaft and looked up at him as she lapped the bulbous head. "Give me your cum, baby," she whispered. "Fill my mouth the way you fill my pussy."
He swallowed hard and nodded rapidly. His chest heaved and he gasped for breath. She gripped his shaft with both hands, one above the other, opened her mouth wide, and lowered her head. His cock fit her mouth perfectly. Just as it fit her pussy.
She stretched her lips tightly around his shaft and thrust her head down until the head of his dick was at the back of her throat. She began to bob her head swiftly, stimulating him toward climax. Her movements said she would not accept anything less than his full load.
The muscles in his thighs knotted and trembled and a groaning sigh burst from his lips. Her head began to move faster. A strong quiver raced through his body and his cock exploded. Hot, slick jism spurted into the back of her throat in gobs. She then began to swallow rapidly as she continued to bob her head up and down. Her hands slid up and down the shaft together, squeezing and relaxing, milking his prick. His jetting cum overflowed her mouth. She held her lips sealed tightly behind the head, but couldn't hold his mighty load. Droplets of sticky fluid appeared at the corners of her mouth and trickled down the sides of her delicate chin.
The head of his cock became extremely sensitive, and still she continued to suck. She curled her tongue around the knob and rolled it around in her mouth, extracting every little drop of his cum. He sucked in great gulps of air and pushed gently on her head. She let his shrinking prong slide from her mouth and held it in one palm, looking at it with lustful eyes. She kissed the head tenderly, then looked into her husband's eyes, smiling with pride.
"There, now," she said huskily. "Is that the way you like to be sucked off?" She straightened up on her knees and kissed him on the mouth.