“You want me to put my weight on your face?” she stammered.
“Yes, sit on it, grind into my mouth. I want you to come on my face.”
I pulled her down onto me and she relaxed slowly. Then there was only the sweet slickness of her pussy and the heady scent of her building orgasm against my mouth. Her wetness slid down my chin and I felt it trail down the side of my neck. Fuck, this was heaven. I found her clit and began flicking it the way she liked, my finger tracing her asshole with gentle strokes.
She began panting again and her thighs shook hard on either side of my head. My dick throbbed, but I barely felt it through the sheer ecstasy of having her all over my face and mouth. Then her pussy gave a quick throb and she gasped and cried out as her body shuddered.
Fuck, she was coming on my tongue for the first time. I grabbed her hips and held her steady as she came apart, whimpering and shaking through her pleasure. She rode her orgasm out against my mouth, every pulse and throb of her tender flesh acute. Her wetness slipped down my throat, coating my tongue with her familiar taste.
“Oh my God,” she whispered.
I lifted her off me. “Get on your knees,” I ordered.
She hesitated for a moment and then she slid off the bed and onto her knees. I rose and stood over her, wrapping my hand through her dark, tousled hair. Her mouth was swollen from how she’d bitten it as she came and her dark eyes were wide as she watched me.
“Be a good girl and close your eyes,” I said.
She obeyed and I took my cock in my hand and palmed it. I was hot and twitching with needy desire and all it took was a few quick strokes before pleasure hit me hard. It surged through me and a harsh sound rose in my throat as my cum hit her face in long ropes. She flinched and then, in a movement that almost killed me, she opened her mouth to let me finish onto her pink tongue.
As I came down from my high, I’d never had such mixed feelings after sex than I did now. Back when I was still sleeping around, I’d done this exact thing to countless women. But as my wife opened her eyes slowly, my cum dripping down her chin to her breasts, I felt a twinge of regret. Perhaps I shouldn’t have done that—it seemed like something I would have done to a woman I cared nothing for. And, despite my best efforts not to admit it, I cared for Olivia. Now that my post-orgasm clarity had returned, it felt a little demeaning, despite how much it had turned me on. I ran a hand over my face and released a sigh.
“What’s wrong?”
I considered telling her for a moment, but decided against it. Going from fucking any woman I pleased to several years of celibacy to having almost unfettered access to my wife was confusing to say the least. But telling her all this required revealing how promiscuous I’d been as a young man and that wasn’t something I wanted to get into right now.
“Nothing. Are you alright?” I asked.
She nodded and I knelt down, taking some tissues from the bedside table and wiping her face. Her dark eyes fixed on me as I cleaned her off and went to the bathroom to turn on the shower. She came in a few minutes later and joined me beneath the hot spray.
“Thank you for that,” she said quietly.
“For finishing on your face?”
“No, for giving me an orgasm. I was starting to think I couldn’t finish without using my fingers.”
I brushed a wet strand of hair from her eyes and kissed her mouth. She still tasted a little bit like me, but it didn’t bother me. A small part of me liked knowing she had my cum on her tongue and down her throat. Soon I would get her on her knees and show her how to use her mouth on my cock.
The next day, I stood at the bottom of the stairs waiting for her so we could leave for the opera. I was getting antsy. She’d been in the bathroom for a while, running the shower, then the hairdryer, and then filling the room with perfume until it seeped under the door. I hadn’t realized until living with a woman how much effort it took to look perfectly groomed.
I heard her heels on the floor and she appeared at the top of the stairs. Blood rushed to my groin as I stared, unable to formulate words. She wore a black dress that fit her like a second skin, just as I had requested. The long sleeves were made of lace and the skirt was silk and clung to her all the way to her feet. It was the bodice that drew my attention. Her breasts were covered only by two square panels of fabric that must have been held up with wire or her tits would have spilled out. As it was, I could see the entire inner and upper cleavage of both breasts.
She hesitated, biting her lip nervously. “Do you like it?”
“I—of course I do,” I said, struggling to keep my face impassive. There was no hiding the erection in my pants though. “But I’m not sure I’m comfortable with you wearing that out.”
She frowned, disappointment crossing her face. “But I like it.”
“I thought you didn’t like showing your body. You seem to hate that your mother put you in revealing clothes,” I pointed out.
She squirmed a little. “I know, I’ve just been wearing clothes like this so long I don’t feel beautiful in anything else. And I got to choose this, so it’s different.”
“It’s very beautiful, you’re very beautiful,” I said carefully. “Come here, baby.”
It was first time I’d used any term of endearment with her and it felt good. Very good. If she was surprised, she didn’t show it. She lifted her skirt a little to descend the stairs, revealing a slender pair of black pumps, the arch of her feet rising up into her delicate ankles. My dick throbbed as she stopped in front of me, her dark eyes searching my face, begging me to relent.
Fuck, she had me wrapped around her little finger.
“I’ll make you a deal,” I said.