Chapter 9

Tuesday night, Chad took his shower as soon as he got home, and Suzanne expected him to go out with the boys again.

At dinner, he said, "You're a good cook, honey. The food is delicious."

"Thank you," she replied. "I try hard to be a good wife."

"I keep telling you, you are a good wife."

"Are you going to be out very late tonight?"

"I'm not going out," he replied. "I thought I would stay home with you."

She nearly fell off her chair. She couldn't remember when he had last fucked her twice in the same week and didn't want to let her hopes get too high, but his staying home was a significant departure from his usual behavior.

"Oh, what a pleasant surprise," she said.

He eyed her critically and said, "Are you being sarcastic?"

"Oh, no," she said quickly, "I mean it." Before they got into an argument and ruined the evening before it even started, she got up and started clearing the table. When they fought, they didn't make up by cuddling and snuggling and screwing each other silly, he sulked for days. "The nights are getting pretty cool now. Why don't you go in the living room and start a fire in the fireplace? I'll bring the coffee in a few minutes."

"You made that request very specific," he laughed. "Where else would I start a fire?"

She grinned lewdly. "Well, I can think of one place," she said softly.

"Yeah," he agreed, "that isn't such a bad idea at that."

She loaded the dishwasher, hurried to the bedroom and changed her clothes, then went back to the kitchen and made Irish coffee. She carried the small tray with two large mugs of coffee, topped with mounds of whipped cream, into the living room.

"The fire feels good," she said. "I think this is my favorite time of the year, with the trees all decked out in their pretty colors, the cool days and crisp nights."

He looked at her white lace mini-apron that ended at the top of her thighs, black lace garter belt, black hose, and black fuck-me shoes and grinned from ear to ear. "Some outfit," he said. "Where did you find it?"

"I saw it advertised in one of your girlie magazines and sent away for it."

"Oh, and now I suppose I'm going to get a lecture about looking at nude girls in magazines."

"Not from me, honey. You must like the way they look, so I thought I would try to achieve the same effect." She stood right in front of him with the tray at waist level and her lush bush scant inches from his nose. "Take a taste and tell me what you think."

"What do you want me to taste?"

"Whatever you want to taste," she said softly.

As he leaned forward, he stuck his tongue out and cleaved her seam, and she shuddered visibly when the tip skimmed over her clit.

"On second thought," she whispered, "maybe you'd better taste the coffee. You're going to make me dump the tray." She lifted the tray a little higher and opened her legs and stood with her eyes closed and let him lick her slit, gentle tremors rippling through her body. "Baby, you'd better taste this damned coffee before I drop it."

"Just like a woman," he teased, "can't make up her mind what she wants." He sat back and took a mug of coffee from the tray. "You haven't made Irish coffee in quite a while. Something special about tonight?"

"You're home," she said simply. His face clouded, and she added hastily, "I'm not trying to start a fight. I'm just happy that you stayed home with me tonight." In her own way, she loved him, and liked to make love with him. Not that she was ready to give up her extracurricular activities. Even a lover like Rudolph Valentino couldn't keep her satisfied, and her husband was definitely not that kind of lover. "How does the coffee taste?"

"Very good," he said.

"Do you like my outfit?"

She looked like a willing, wanton wench, equal to any of the girls in his magazines, and he couldn't help ogling her. He knew from conversations that some of his buddies would give their left nut just to kiss such a sexy girl's pussy, although he didn't understand why. One pussy was pretty much like another, after all, and he couldn't see what all the fuss was about.

"Yeah, I think I do. It was sort of startling at first, but it grows on you." He drank his coffee and looked at her over the rim of the cup. "As a matter-of-fact, your ass looks pretty saucy."

"Well, then, bottoms up!" She laughed and flipped her well-shaped ass at him. She set her cup on the coffee table and knelt and removed his house slippers and unbuckled his belt, and he lifted his ass off the couch so she could pull his pants down. "I like it when you don't wear shorts. Sort of like lifting a girl's skirt and finding that she isn't wearing panties."

"Oh," he teased, "how would you know? Have you been going around lifting girls' skirts?"

Her heart skipped a couple of beats. She had nearly slipped up that time. "Figure of speech, darling."

She took a drink of coffee and held the warm liquid in her mouth, lifted his cock and swallowed the coffee quickly, then engulfed about half of his rod.

"You're just full of surprises. The coffee makes your mouth hotter than usual. Where did you get such an idea?"

She looked up at him and winked. "From the lascivious stories in your girlie magazines," she said with a sexy chuckle. "Don't go away, I'll be right back."

He watched the shapely, well-rounded cheeks of her bare ass grind up and down as she walked. The high heels made her lovely legs more attractive. He wrapped his fist around his dick and stroked it idly as he leered at her, thinking that maybe staying home tonight wasn't such a bad idea after all.

She came back with a tall glass of ice water and paused to watch him pull his prick, her eyes twinkling and a smile pulled at the corners of her sensuous mouth. "I like to watch you play with your cock," she said softly.

Realizing what he was doing, and flushing with embarrassment at being caught, he snatched his hand away from his cock.

She knelt and resumed her unaccustomed method of cocksucking, alternating between the hot coffee and the ice water, and the coldness on the head of his cock shocked his senses, coming as it did after the soothing warmth of the coffee, creating sensations he had never felt before.

"Gotta cum, baby," he muttered. "Can't hold it back any longer!"

She lifted her mouth from his cock and murmured, "I want you to cum, baby. Let it go, I'm ready for it."

She put her mouth back on his cock and devoted herself to giving him a first class blow job. Her oral proficiency shattered what little was left of his control, and his cock erupted into her suctioning mouth. She stroked his shaft and sucked his seed and swallowed noisily, then put a small peak of whipped cream on the end of his softening cock and licked it off.

He sat up and reached for her, and she backed away and sat on the floor in front of him, smiling coyly as he stared at her.

"Let's go to bed," he croaked.

She shook her head. "We might, but we're going to start here and see where we end up."

"What have you got against fucking in bed?"

"Nothing, darling, but that's where we usually fuck, and I like a little variety. Variety adds zing to it, don't you think?"

"We didn't fuck in bed Sunday night."

"And didn't you like doing it on the chaise."

"I almost fell off."

"like hell you did," she laughed, her voice husky with passion. "You gave me a mighty fine fucking." She hefted her luscious tits and pointed her stiff nipples at him and very slowly ran her thumbs over the bloated buds. "You like to stick your dick between my tits, don't you?"

In spite of himself, he was getting really turned on. "Yeah," he said hoarsely, "it's fun to fuck them once in a while."

"See, that's the kind of variety I'm talking about," she said softly. "Do you ever wish they were a little bigger, and maybe a little softer?"

"No," he croaked, then cleared his throat. "They're just fine the way they are."

She grinned as she looked down at her tits and rubbed her nipples harder. "I'm glad you like to fuck them. I like for you to fuck me every way you can think of, in my tits, in my mouth, and in my pussy." She rose to her knees and slid one into her crotch. "Fuck is such a wonderfully provocative word." She grinned and shook her chest, and her lush tits jiggled charmingly. "It brings all kinds of bawdy thoughts to mind, and I adore bawdy thoughts." She stood and took a long step forward so he could reach her. "Touch me," she whispered.

He ran his hand down her belly and she opened her legs and he caressed the inside of her right thigh tenderly. "Your skin is so warm and silky," he said softly.

"When you let yourself, you can be a pretty sexy guy. Play with my pussy."

He covered her mound with his hand and stuck two fingers into her juicy slit. "God, your cunt feels like a fucking oven," he whispered.

"That's the way, darling, don't beat around the bush," she said, chuckling at her pun. She held his wrist so his fingers wouldn't slip out of her pussy and sat down on his lap, put her left arm around his neck and pushed her tit against his face. "Finger-fuck me, baby, make my pussy feel real good."

As he pumped his fingers in and out of her slick love channel, she put her hand behind his head back and mashed her lips to his and stabbed his mouth with her tongue, mimicking the action of his fingers in her bubbling honey hole. She squirmed her ass and felt his stiff cock poking her and moaned into his mouth with happiness.

She got to her feet and spread her legs and casually fluffed up her sumptuous muff.

"Your fingers feel good, baby, but I want your tongue."

He stared at her crotch, at her hand moving idly over her mound as he slid to the floor on his knees and wrapped his arms around her hips. She smiled down at him and smoothed his hair back, put her right foot on the couch and opened her crotch wide, then put her hands behind his head and brought his face into her hairy slit.

"Kiss my pussy, baby," she said softly. "Show me that you really do love it."

He puckered up and gave her hot gash a sloppy kiss.

"Mmmmmm, that feels good." She slid one hand into her crotch, with two fingers on each side of her gash, and pulled it open. "Lick my slit real good, baby."

Beguiled by her lust and bewitching allure, he tongued her seam avidly, and she pressed her snatch harder to his mouth and rocked her ass gently back and forth.

"Good, baby, so good," she whispered, "I love the way you lick my cunt." She tangled her fingers in his hair and humped her ass faster, wiggling her crotch over his mouth, from the top of her gash to her ass-hole. "Suck me, baby," she whispered passionately. "Put your mouth over my hole and suck my juice out."

When she took charge and told him what to do and behaved like a wanton wench, he lost all control of himself. He alternated between sucking her hole lustily and fucking it with his tongue, slurping her sex sauce noisily.

"I'm going to cum, baby," she moaned. "Get my clit, baby, get it good and make me cum!"

He put his tongue directly on her erect clit and clung to the cheeks of her lush ass and licked her agitated stud vigorously, and she bucked and twisted turbulently as her climax seized her and transported her to the heights of ecstasy. She lost her balance and toppled onto the couch, and he twisted with her and continued to lick her clit until her passion subsided and she pushed his head away.

"Damn, that was good, baby," she enthused.

She wrapped her arms around his waist and pulled him with her as she fell backward, and they tumbled onto the carpet in front of the fireplace. He held her firmly and rolled them onto their side and she wiggled and squirmed against him, and shivered when the feverish crown of his lusty cock jabbed her in the bellybutton. She melted into his arms, put one arm around his neck and her other arm around his waist and slid her hand down his back and pressed her fingers into the base of his spine, then curled her fingers and scratched lightly up and down his backbone, from the furrow of his buttocks to his neck and back again.

His fingers wandered down her bare back and fondled the cheeks of her ass and she pressed her lips wetly against his and give him her tongue in a sweet gesture of carnal desire. He caressed and hefted her silky rear cheeks with loving hands, then slid his fingers beneath them so he could feel the heat from her twat.

Her pussy quivered and gushed as he fondled her ass amorously and rubbed his prick along her boiling gash. The tip of one finger touched her tightly puckered back door, and she ground her cunt against his cock and hissed with pleasure.

"Stick your finger in my ass, baby," she whispered breathlessly.