"You stay away from me! I'll I'll I'll call the police! You pervert! How did I get here!? What did you do to me?!"
Not exactly what a man wants to hear from his wife first thing in the morning. "Babe, what's wrong? Did you have a nightmare?"
"Don't you 'Babe' me! I don't know who you think you are, but you let me out of here or so help me I'll..."
I stepped away from the door, making sure she had a clear path to it. "Hold on, Tams, calm down..."
"DON'T YOU TELL ME TO CALM DOWN! How do you know my name? What am I doing here? Where are my parents? Where am I?"
This was not shaping up to be the romantic morning playtime I had been hoping for today. "OK. I won't use your name. Ma'am, where do YOU think you are?"
"I'm naked in a strange bedroom in a strange house with a FUCKING NAKED PERVERT STARING AT ME! That's where I am!"
I looked down. Well, of course I was naked, we always slept nude, but I didn't think Tammy would like to hear that right now. "OK, I can fix that." I moved slowly to the head of the bed and pulled my bathrobe off the wall, wrapped it around me, and tied off the belt. "There's a robe there for you, I'll turn away so you can put it on. Then, before you run screaming for the National Guard, could you look at the bookshelf?"
I heard the blanket slither to the floor, and manfully resisted the temptation to look. A few seconds later..."What? These are MY books."
I turned to face her. "Check the names."
She pulled her favorite book off the shelf, glanced inside the cover, did a double-take, and stared at it. She moved onto the next one, and the next, then got to one I had given her. The inscription is short and simple:.
"Tammy, Happy Anniversary, Baby, Got you on my mind. - Calvin"
She turned to me, her eyes darting around the room. The picture of her parents on the wall, the old jewelry box she had refused to part with, the room was half full of her life, and half strange. She dropped her head and started to sob. "What's going on....?"
"Ma'am, I'm going to leave the room. You can get dressed or not, your clothes are in that dresser and on that side of the closet. The phone over there has your mother on speed dial, if you want to call her she's number 5. When you're ready, come downstairs and I'll get you some breakfast, and we can both figure out what's going on. I hope."
She was a lot calmer when she came downstairs. "You feeling a little better, ma'am? Did you call your mom?"
She smiled a little. "I didn't call her yet. There's enough that you couldn't possibly have faked, I've obviously lived here for months. But you don't have to call me ma'am, I'm only eightee.." She cut off. "No, I'm not, am I?"
"Not for several years, no. How did you know?"
She blushed. "I looked at myself in the mirror, I'm not as thin, more..."
"Womanly?" (Stacked. actually.) "Or if you prefer, 'mature'."
"Womanly will do. Mature makes me sound like I'm middle-aged. And my old tshirts are tighter, but stretched out so they're not as tight as they should be with all this -" she gestured to her chest. "And I didn't recognize any of the underwear, but it's all brands I wear, and none of it's new. So I have to conclude that I live here, and so do you, um, is it Calvin?"
"You call me Cal, when you're not calling me 'pervert'." Or lech, or deviant, or ...
She laughed a little. "Well, I already used 'pervert' today, so 'Cal' it is."
She sniffed the air. "What's that I smell?"
I pulled the lid off her plate. "French Toast, your mother's recipe."
She relaxed a little. "I guess you are for real."
The doctors were mystified. No tumors, aneurisms, seizures, or any of the other things one might suspect for a sudden memory loss, no family history, nothing. They did a bunch of testing, and eventually determined that she had none of what they called "episodic memory" for the last 5 years, more or less. She remembered what she learned in college - or as much as anyone does - but didn't remember learning it, she remembered how to do her job and use software that hadn't existed 5 years ago, but everything we had ever done or said together was in my memory alone. Her job was pretty good about it, they transferred her to a different location, so she didn't have to deal with one-sided memories all the time.
Her mother was a great help. While we had our differences, she had realized early on that she was stuck with me as a son-on-law, and was a firm supporter of our marriage by the time Tams lost her memory. Seeing us arguing politely, and seeing that her mother trusted me, was probably the deciding factor on our living arrangements. I put a camping cot out in the spare room for me and put a latch on the inside of the bedroom door, so she could sleep comfortably with a "strange man" in the next room. After a few days, she invited me to use the bed, as celibate partners - she couldn't sleep alone, and decided that she could trust me. We settled into our changed life, more as roommates than as a couple, in the same bed but with pajamas, and a body pillow between us until she decided it took too much room and ditched it.
******
Tammy walked in the bathroom and stared in shock at my pumping hand. "Oh my god! I'm sorry!" She slammed the door shut, I heard her feet racing down the steps and the front door closing, as I stood there holding my shrinking pud.
******
"I'm sorry, Cal."
"Nothing to be sorry about, Tams. I didn't lock the door like I usually do, it's my fault."
"No, not that. I'm sorry you have to, well, you know. By yourself."
I grinned ruefully. "Me. too. Tams. But if I don't, we're liable to wake up with my PJs and sheets covered in ... you know, stuff."
"I mean you can do it in the bed. It's your bed, too."
"I don't think I can, Tams."
"Oh, you're embarrassed, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said anything."
I stopped her. "No, I'm not embarrassed. It wouldn't be the first time I jerked off in bed next to you. It's just that, well, it reminds me of what I'm missing. Before, it was because you were too tired or having your period or I stayed up and you were asleep. It was a stopgap until I could be with you, and now, it's not. So I don't use the bed."
"I'm sorry, Cal."
"It's not your fault, Tams."
******
I woke to Tams curled into my side, her leg was on me and her knee was pressing right against my erection. Dammit. I wanted to yank it so bad, feeling her breasts pressing against my side and her sweet breath against my neck. Finally, she rolled off, I grabbed a kleenex and took care of business as quietly as I could.
******
I clicked off the light. "Good night, Tams."
"Good night, Cal."
She moved around a little, then rolled to face me. "Sorry, can't sleep."
"Oddly, neither can I. Perhaps it's the gremlins bouncing the mattress around."
"Sorry, Cal. I heard a funny joke today."
"OK. Shoot."
"So this couple gets married, and the wife is really embarassed to talk about sex. So one day, the husband says, I know you're shy, we should have a signal, so I know when you're interested. And the wife says. Well, maybe, what should the signal be? And the husband says 'well, if you want sex, you just reach into my pajamas and tug once on my penis'. And the wife says that might work. What if I don't want to have sex? And he says 'tug on my penis a hundred times.'"
I chuckled. "That's an old joke, Tams."
"I know, Cal. and just to be clear -"
"Yes, Tams?"
She reached for my pajamas and slid her hand inside. "I don't want to have sex tonight."
A handjob compared to fucking isn't much. A handjob after months of jacking off is fucking AWESOME.
******
Tams was bent over the sofa. "You want some of this, you little tramp?" I thrust my thumb into her snatch.
"ohhhhh!"
"on your back, slut!" I had her tied to the bed in an instant. I gripped her breasts. "These are my tits, whore, MINE. This is MY cunt, MY little cocksucking mouth. OPEN IT!"
She was on her knees in front of me, I thrust hard into her mouth...I woke up, the jiz was soaking through my underwear. Tams, sadly fully dressed, was looking over at me from her end of the couch with concern, then glanced at my shrinking boner, and gave a little half smile. "Pleasant dream, Cal?"
I hesitated, looked down at the stain showing on my pants. "Would you believe it wasn't?"
"No, no I wouldn't." She laughed. "So, was I any good?"
"It wasn't you, it was that perky little barista with the purple hair, she put whipped cream on..." I cut off at her expression. "I'm kidding! I'm kidding! We used to joke like that! It was you! I swear!"
The frown left her face. "OK, I believe you." She paused a moment. "Before or after?"
I looked at her in confusion.
"The me you were having sex with. Was it me before I forgot? Or me now?"
"Uhhh, it was you naked..." I thought fast. "I guess it was you from the last year or so, but it's kind of blurry already. Those kind of dreams fade fast."
"So you don't remember how it went?"
I was NOT about to tell her I was facefucking her in my dream. "Just that you didn't refuse me." *Couldn't* refuse me. "And that I really like the way you look naked." Especially when you're tied down with a vibrator up your snatch.
She blushed a little. I turned to stare at her intently. "What?"
"I'm hoping I'm still asleep, if I am that shirt's coming OFF!"
She threw an end pillow at me. "Oh, go change your pants."
******
"So, Cal, you have sex dreams a lot?"
I looked her in the eye. "Not so much recently. Not since you started lending a hand."
She looked down, gave a little smile. "Glad I could help out."
"Not as glad as I am!"
"So, they mean you're missing sex?"
"I guess. They taught us in health class that it's a natural part of growing up, blah blah blah. I just know that if I go more than 6 days without, I might have one, and I'm sure to by the time I get to 10. It used to be a lot more often, like 2 and 4. I usually wouldn't touch myself, because I liked the dreams so much better."
"So the Saturday night helping hands ..."
"Are great, and I enjoy them a lot, and you don't need to change a thing. Unless you want to. In which case, can I have one now?"
"Well, I would, but it's such a long walk to the bedroom, and there's all those stairs....."
I sighed, and bent my head to talk to my crotch. "I'm sorry little buddy. I tried...."
"Oh, shut up. Let's go. Allll the way upstairs."
I pointed. "The sofa is right there."
She did a double take. "Oh, right. It's not like we're having sex, is it?"
No, it isn't, though we've had PLENTY of sex on that couch....
I sat with my butt on the edge of the couch and lay back. She came over next to me and sat. She looked really nervous.
"What's wrong?"
"Well, I've held it, but I've never SEEN it. Not that I remember, I mean."
"You could close your eyes...."
"No, just give me a minute."
She reached out and stroked me through my pants, and giggled when it throbbed. "I think he likes me."
I lifted my head and looked her straight in the eye. "He likes you very, very much." I reached for my pants and looked at her for permission, At her nod, I undid my fly and top button, then pushed my underwear down, to reveal Little Cal standing at attention.
"Oh, my. He certainly does!"
She wrapped her hand around it, and started pumping. I groaned and flopped back, then lifted my head to watch her stroking me.
"What? Am I doing anything wrong?"
"Oh god no! I just like watching."
"I'm sure you do." She stopped stroking and let go. Nooooooo....
"She looked apologetic. "Just a minute, I need to find a better angle, it's awkward sitting like this."
"Ummm, you usually sat or knelt on the floor."
"Oh, that will work."
She moved between my legs and sank down. From that angle, her face was right behind my cock. If only...
She wrapped her hand back around me, I flopped back to enjoy the experience.
"You know Cal?"
"Uh huh?"
"I don't remember doing this before, but it feels like I remember how."
I lifted my head to look her in the eye. "You do. Oh god you do!"
She laughed and picked up the pace. A minute later I groaned and came.
"Aaack!" She let go. I looked up, semen was running down her face.
"Please! Don't stop! Rub the tip!"
She put her hand back on me, then palmed the head and laughed at my reaction. "Like this? Or like this?"
"Oh jesus! Oh jesus fucking christ!" A few seconds later. "Enough! I surrender!"
She let me go and stood up. "Well, that seems to have done the trick. Is there anything else I can help you with, Cal?"
I lay back. "Ice cream sandwich?"
"What? Is that some kinky sex act?"
"No, I mean an actual ice cream sandwich. I need the energy."
"Phht. Get it yourself, I'm going to wipe my face off and get a clean shirt."
I called out to her back. "Check your hair!"
Her voice came down the stairs. "Planning on it!"
******
"You didn't warn me, Cal." She didn't sound angry, more surprised than anything.
"I swear, I didn't think of it. You used to move to the side or catch it in your hand or a washcloth, and you've helped me out a bunch in bed, I guess I figured you knew what was coming, so to speak." She also used to swallow, but I wasn't about to bring that up yet.
"I did, I just didn't know it would shoot out like that. In bed, it just got all over the inside of your pajamas, then you changed right away. Live and learn, I guess."
"I really appreciate it, Tams. I didn't want to complain, but, well, we were used to more than once a week. I hope that all didn't upset you."
"No, Cal, it was just a surprise. We can do that again whenever you like."
I'm sure my face lit up. "OK, tonight at bedtime, then tomorrow morning, I can come home for lunch..."
She laughed. "Let me rephrase that. If you feel like you're *really* being deprived, you tell me, and I'll take care of you."
"OK. I will. I surely will."
She laughed again. "It's weird, though, I never felt like I knew what I was doing before. This time, it was like my hand knew, and I just had to let it happen."
"Well, that makes perfect sense." She looked at me quizzically. "You never used to reach into my pants like you've been doing in bed, we always pulled it out and then you did whatever. So what we've been doing on Saturday nights has been new for both of us. In a way."
******
"No, Cal. I don't need to wear goggles and a lab coat. I appreciate the thought, but it's no big deal. I can wash my shirt, and I shower every day."
"OK. I just want you to be more comfortable..."
"You mean you want me in that Sexy Lady Scientist costume you're ordering online. Which is at least 2 sizes too small."
"I have no idea what you're talking about."
"Uh-huh. I use the same Amazon account, remember?"
"Maybe I should just cancel that before it ships."
"Maybe you should."
******
"Hey Cal, come in here a minute!"
"Sure, Babe, What do you need?" I walked into the living room.
She was dressed down - knit shorts and a tight tank top, with - mores the pity - a bra under it. Her fists were on her hips, she was glowering at me. "You have been keeping secrets from me, Cal."
"Wha..?"
"The date, Cal. What day is it? What day did you not tell me about, that I had to find out from a voicemail from your mom?"
"Ummm ... it's my Birthday."
"Yes, it's your Birthday." She glowered at me some more, the broke into a huge grin. "Well, Birthday Boy, come here for your birthday kiss." I was expecting a chaste kiss like she had been giving me at bedtime, I was NOT expecting her to open her mouth and kiss me like, well like she used to when she was particularly happy with me. That is to say, like a drunken nympomaniac. After a very enjoyable few minutes, she pulled away. "So, do I remember how to do that?"
"Oh HELL yes!"
She pulled back out of my arms, and pointed to the sofa. "So what the hell are you waiting for? Pants off, sit down, and lie back! We haven't got all day!"
"Ma'am, yes ma'am!"
She knelt down, took me in hand, and started pumping gently. "Oh, no Cal! I forgot a washcloth. We don't want to make a mess do we?"
"Oh. Well, actually..."
"Just kidding." She kept stroking me, and pulled her tank top over her head with her left hand. Her tits looked great in her bra, She smiled at my expression, then reached behind and undid the hooks - they looked *fantastic* without it! She let go of me for a second to shed her top and bra, then went right back to stroking. "Are you OK, Cal? You have the oddest look on your face, like you're ..."
"Like I'm getting a handjob from a beautiful topless woman with great tits? Ahhhhh."
"I guess that's it. You sure they're great?" She cupped her left breast in her hand and idly tugged the nipple, while she slowly stroked me.
My answer wasn't coherent, but she seemed satisfied. She sped up, palmed the tip, I barely had time to to gasp "Here it comes!"
She smiled, aimed my cock lower, and shot my load right onto her chest.
She kept pumping and playing with it until every last dribble came out, then wiped her hands on her tits.
"Holy crap. That was....words fail me. the language doesn't exist to describe how great that was. I'm sorry though, I didn't give you enough time..."
She smirked up at me. "Oh, I had plenty of time, It's right where I wanted it. Well, except this bit." She scooped up a bit with her finger, gave it a sniff, them looked me straight in the eye as she licked her finger clean. "..and this bit.." I stared as she methodically scooped most of my load into her mouth.
Words continued to fail me.
"Something wrong, Cal?" She lifted her right breast, and licked a blob of cum off the nipple.
My speech paralysis continued, I was afraid if I made a sound she would stop.
She finished licking what she could, sat back on her heels, and adopted a completely inaccurate prim and proper expression. "Is there anything else I can help you with, sir?"
I continued to stare at her. "That. Was. Great."
"You really think so?"
I pretended to put a phone to my ear. "Hello? Yes, is this the Great British Whack Off? I'd like to enter my wife into the competition. No, I'm sure she's an amateur, I couldn't possibly afford her otherwise. Yes, I'll hold."
She rested her head on my thigh. "I'm as good as she was? I mean, as good as I was?"
"I don't know."
"How could you not know? Is this some kind of 'sex is always great' thing?"
I lay back, and stuck a cushion behind my head so I could still look as her. "What I mean is, we've had great sex before, but never once have you jerked me off onto your tits, eaten my cum off them, and licked them clean. This was a first."
She giggled. "I was trying to be original. I looked through my diary, but I didn't go into a lot of detail, and a bunch of stuff I had to guess at. But a couple places I wrote that you wanted me to swallow all the time, so I figured you would like it."
"Damn straight I did. So, how did you like your 'first' taste of cum?"
She smiled again. "It wasn't, that first time out here the first squirt went straight into my mouth."
"So that's what surprised you."
"Yep, but it wasn't so bad, and I always heard guys want that, so I figured 'Why not?'"
"Good thinking. I'm going to lie here for a while..."
"You sure? I could use some help in the shower."
I was on my feet in an instant, stepped behind her, and gently turned her shoulders to point her at the stairs. "Right this way, ma'am, I'll be your bathing assistant today...."
******
"This isn't exactly what I expected."
I looked up from where I was finishing washing her feet. "Oh, you were expecting me to maul you as soon as we turned on the water?"
"Well, yeah. I mean, you barely spent any time on these." She gestured to her breasts.
"Oh. About that. We learned a while back that it sucks to run out of water when we're still all soapy. So we get clean, and then we get dirty."
She raised her eyebrows. "Oh really? Oh!" I held her wrists pinned to the tile beside her. "So now, ma'am, I'm going to spend a little time on this rack. And it pretty much looks like you can't do a damn thing about it." I knelt and brought my mouth to her tits.
I stood back up, her nipples were standing out proudly from my sucking. "This more like you were expecting?"
She was breathing heavy, her eyes were closed. "Uh-huh."
"Open your eyes." She did and looked straight into mine. "I can hold you in place, but I'd rather have my hands free. Will you be a good girl?"
She nodded jerkily.
"Say you'll be a good girl and do what I say."
Her voice was almost a whisper. "I'll be a good girl and do what you say."
I let go of her wrists and snapped out orders. "Turn around! Hands on the wall!"
She did so, I moved her hands higher on the wall, and then cupped her tits from behind, and pulled her back into my chest. My hardon was poking into her back. I wrapped my left arm around her and pulled her in tight. She squirmed as my right hand explored her. "Tell me you like this. SAY IT"
"I-I like this..."
"Tell me you want me to touch you."
"Please touch me..."
"WHERE? Say it!"
"Please touch me down there..."
I leaned in and growled in her ear. "No, you have to earn it."
She sagged in my arm. "How? I don't know how...."
"How about on your knees? How about you swallow straight from the source?"
She nodded vigorously. "Yes! I'll do that!"
"NO! You'll do that when I decide. Got it?"
She nodded and gasped. "Please!"
"Tell me the truth! Do you touch yourself?" She nodded. "I can't hear you! Out loud!"
"Y-y-yes. I touch myself."
"WHEN? WHERE?"
"When you're out of the house. Here in the shower. For privacy."
"So you didn't want me to see? I'm not good enough?"
"I didn't want you to see. I was ashamed."
"You're LYING! Why do you touch yourself in the SHOWER?"
She mumbled something. "I can't hear you."
It was almost a whisper. "Because in the shower.."
"In the shower WHAT?"
The words came out fast, like she couldn't bear to keep them in. "Because you're in charge in the shower!"
"Well, that's nice. You remember. You know what that means?" She nodded jerkily.
I released her. "Turn around! Hands down. Spread your legs a little."
She stood there shuddering.
"You want me to touch you?"
"YES!"
"You first."
She eagerly reached for my erection, I grabbed her wrists again, and pushed her hands towards her crotch. "NO. You touch YOURSELF!"
She stared at me in shock. "You are MY WIFE. I have not seen you come in months, and I'm going to see it now! Now PUT YOUR HAND ON YOUR CUNT AND PLAY!" She tried to pull her hand away, then gave in and let me guide it to her. "This finger. On this clit, now start to rub." Her eyes were closed. "I'm watching you, Tams. I'm watching you frig yourself. What a lovely little show you're putting on for me. Isn't that embarassing?"
She bit her lip. "Uh-huh."
I brought my mouth to her breast and gave a sudden, hard suck on her nipple. "Ahhh!"
"Keep playing, Tams. Step it up a little. You have two hands, use 'em both." Her eyes were blank, her mouth gaping as her breath came in gasps. I gripped her wrist, but did't pull it away. "I said BOTH HANDS, Tams. Finger yourself, pinch your nipple, I don't care, but do it NOW, or you don't finish!"
My words got through, she shoved a couple fingers from her left hand into her cunt, and started to buck. "Oh god oh god OH GOD!!!"
She jerked and twitched, groaning, then sagged against the wall. She opened her eyes and stared up at me.
I gently pulled her hands away and replaced then with mine. She gasped as I slid my middle finger between her lips. "Oh, you're nice and wet now. You like this?" I started gently stroking her clit with one hand while I fingered her with the other, she bucked her hips forward to try push her clit against my finger. She nodded vigorously.
"I could fuck you now, couldn't I? Bend you over right here and screw you?"
She nodded eagerly.
"Take you out in the back yard and bone you on the lawn? Post pictures on the internet and make you read the comments to me?"
"Yes. You can do anything...."
I worked on her clit some more, she squirmed and moaned most attractively.
"I know - I'll screw you, pull out, and finish in your mouth, so you can taste us both. How about that?"
Her jaw dropped in surprise. "I guess... oh!"
"Maybe next time." I pulled back, folded my arms, and slouched against the wall. "I'll just stand here while you suck me. Hurry up now, the water's getting cold." "Huh. I guess you don't remember how you used to do this." A lie, she was doing great. "Oh, cheer up, you're doing fine for a beginner." "Swallow it all, good girl. Keep sucking, gentle now. You're an excellent natural fellatrix, but you need more practice. Don't worry, I'll make sure you get plenty. OK, you can stop now."
I shut off the lukewarm water, then reached down to take her hand and help her to her feet. "Right this way. ma'am, I'll get you towelled off in a jif. I hope the service was adequate."
She was a little unsteady, I dried her and helped her into her robe, then wrapped my arm around her to walk her to the bedroom.
"You know, Cal, I don't think a real bath attendant would be doing that."
I squeezed her breast gently. "Oh, please forgive me, ma'am, I'm new to the job."
She rolled her eyes and laughed. "Cal, you are an absolute goofball."
"Tams, I am an absolutely perverted, deviant goofball."
"Yeah, that too."
******
"So was that more what you expected?"
Tams was lying facing me in bed. "Uh-huh. Pretty much. I asked my sister what she knew about our sex life, she told me that I said you had a dominant side, and that the shower was where you liked to play. So that's where I fantasized about you, and when I thought it was time I became a wife again, decided that would be a good way to tell you."
I reached over, caressed her breast and ran my hand down her flank. "Yes, it was. I've been missing touching you. A lot."
She blushed. "I know. And you've been good about not pushing, though I could tell you were checking me out every time you thought I wasn't looking."
"And whenever you were."
"That too." She sighed. "So where do we go from here? You haven't actually had sex with me yet, so I'm not sure how far along we are."
"Well, I don't want to rush - I was pretty careful the first time I took your virginity, I don't want to let you down this time. As far as I'm concerned, if you give me the one-tug signal, you want sex, if you come to bed without panties or pajama bottoms you're willing to maybe have sex, and until either one of those happens or you otherwise tell me you want it, I'll have to survive on blowjobs and handjobs. Though if you ask me into the shower again, you're getting railed."
"So you were my first?"
"That's what you told me, I have no reason to doubt it. And every reason to believe it, introducing you to sex was ... well, I can't think of a way to describe it. So I'll just have to show you eventually."
She smiled. "That sounds fun. And Cal..."
"Yes, love?"
"How did you like my cocksucking little mouth?"
I turned red and made a sheepish expression. "Ummm - I don't recall saying that recently. Was that in your diary?"
She grinned smugly. "No, but you talk in your sleep."
******
Tams pulled back from me, swallowed, and opened her mouth to show me that it was all gone. "There you go, one Saturday Night Special."
I smiled up at her. "You are so good to me."
She came in for a kiss, then replied. "I am, I really am."
She dropped her head to the pillow, the rolled to her back. "So you going to turn out the light?"
"Not for a bit. I like looking at you. Especially when you're topless."
"Yes, but you could do that for HOURS."
I laughed. "True. But there's something else I should do."
"What's that?"
I reached up to caress her face, then cupped her breast with my hand. "It seems to me that I've been unfairly hogging orgasms." I slid my hand down to the top of her panties. "Yes or no?"
She smiled over at me. "Yes!"
I gently caressed her. Apparently blowjobs turned her on, she was slick enough that I didn't need to lick my finger. In a few minutes she was moaning, in another she was shuddering in orgasm. That was my cue, I put my middle finger inside her, pressed down on her clit with my thumb, and rubbed as rapidly as I could, keeping her at her peak as she came again and again. Finally she cried out "Stop! Too much!"
I pulled my hand away. "As you wish. Will there be anything else, ma'am?"
She turned her head to face me and laughed. "Not right now. But I may demand that every Saturday night!"
"Ever willing to serve, madam."
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Tams straddled me on the couch. We had been watching a foreign film on the TV - one of the ones with actual sex, but not TOO graphic - until she climbed on and started kissing me. One of my favorite activities. I cupped her breasts in my hands, then reached for her top button. She grabbed my wrists - not that she could have stopped me if I didn't let her - and smiled. "No - use your mouth." Well, that sounded fun! I am pretty adept at undoing buttons with my mouth, but I took time to kiss her skin as it was revealed, so it was a few minutes before her top was hanging open. I unhooked her bra too, she shrugged out of them, and smiled down at me. "You may continue."
I laughed. "Oh, I may? Dear me, whatever shall I do? It's so hard to decide..." I cupped her breasts in my hands, peered closely at each nipple. "Ennie, meenie.." She pulled my mouth to her right breast, I obliged by sucking it for a bit, then moved to the other breast and teased it - circling the nipple with kisses, delicately nipping at the tip as I moved past it, and then switched breasts again to continue. After a bit I looked up at her. "You realize that I could do this all night, right?"
She laughed. "Yes, but how about I get off you, and you get those pants out of the way."
She didn't have to ask me twice - in a few seconds, I had my pants and underwear off, and she was kneeling between my legs. "So what do you want, Cal?"
"I'm pretty sure you know what I want!"
"And I want you to SAY it. Just like you made me say it, Mr Bossypants."
I smiled. "OK, I want to be in your mouth."
"Not specific enough."
"I want a blowjob."
She bent forward, then pulled back with a devilish look in her eye. "Not dirty enough."
"I want you to suck my cock!"
"Still not dirty enough."
"I want your little cocksucking mouth to suck my cock, and then swallow my cum!"
"You mean like this?" She stuck out her tongue and gently licked the tip. "Or like this?" She put as much of my cock in her mouth as she could, gave a long suck on it, then pulled back still sucking, until her lips came off the head with a pop.
"Oh, christ, the second one!"
"You know, Cal, I think that counts as one tug. First one to the bed gets to be on top!" She stood up and started to saunter towards the stairs.
My jaw dropped, then I jumped up to chase her up to the bedroom. She let me catch her just inside the bedroom door, I eagerly stripped off our remaining clothes and kissed her thoroughly. "You sure about this?"
She took my cock in her hand. "What do you think?" She gently pulled me in the direction of the bed.
I reached over and slapped my hand on the mattress, then pulled down the covers. "I win. Not to be a bossypants, but the sooner you get into this bed, the sooner I get into you."
She hopped onto the bed, squirmed to the middle, and looked at me expectantly. I didn't make her wait. She opened her legs, took a deep breath, and sighed as I slid into her. I was very careful, but needn't have worried - she was tight, but nothing like she had been our first time.
I hesitated when I was fully inserted. "You doing OK?"
Her answer was to pull my head down for a kiss. I started moving in her, slowly at first, then faster as she started to move with me. I held off as long as I could, her breath told me she was close to coming when I came, thrusting into her as I blasted my cum inside her. She made a little noise of disappointment, then I started pumping again. "Not done yet, babe, I'll take care of you." True to my word, I had her gasping and moaning in my ear in another minute, then pumped as fast as I could as she bucked under me, digging her nails into my back. Finally she gave a loud cry, and slumped back when I stopped pumping. I pulled my softening cock out and collapsed beside her.
I pushed myself up on an elbow, then bent my head to kiss her. "Will there be anything else, ma'am?"
She laughed. "Shut up and hold me, you goofball."
We snuggled together, I pulled the blanket up to cover us. "As you wish."
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