My Cum Eating Husband - Sex Stories

My Cum Eating Husband

... one of the longer drives between homes, I had noticed my skirt had slid up quite a bit only because I happened to catch him checking out my thighs. It was entirely accidental, but... he might think I was sending signals.

Today, it was much the same. The conversation was casual, but the appreciation in his eyes... was it intended? Was I imagining things? And he definitely checked out my bustline more, an easy tell when eyes moved up to meet mine. I hadn't dressed to avoid that, I knew.

At lunch, his eyes bobbed over the menu to check out my tits when I returned from the restroom. It's not like he was being obvious; he was just being a guy, but maybe a guy who wasn't mindful of my wedding ring? And damned ifthat didn't turn me on. Marriedand desirable felt good on me.

I did my best to keep my mind out of the gutter between Paul's good looks and wandering eyes in contrast to my husband's "situation" at home. I was strangely aroused by both, and a slight blush and perky tits did nothing to help. Business. I described the next houses on my list. It worked well enough.

Around mid-afternoon, I knew we'd found the right house. A nice master with three additional bedrooms for helpful resale value, a basement that already had a finished bar, not too large a lawn to maintain, good dining and entertainment options nearby and pretty good access to his office and the airport for his work.

We talked about it and decided to go ahead and call the listing realtor. I sat ...

... opposite him on a couch as I talked with her. Qualified buyer, loan amount pre-approved, an offer not far off the asking price. She needed to contact the owners, of course, and hoped to get right back with me.

As I was about to end the call, I caught him looking my way but not at my eyes. I was practiced at keeping my legs closed but they had parted slightly during the conversation, maybe due to the pillowy nature of the cushion as talking with a deal with another realtor isn't particularly relaxing. And for some reason I glanced between his legs. I didn't even think about it. I just did. Definite boner. And I was pretty sure he noticed.

Though it seemed an eternity, she was only ten minutes getting back to me that her client would accept at a slightly higher but acceptable price. Paul was super excited, hopped up from his chair and pulled me up from the couch to embrace me in a hug.

One of his hands grasped my butt low, sliding a little to get the feel of it while pulling me close. Or maybe he was seeing if I was wearing panties. Or if my skit was wet. Was it? Dammit! I could feel his cock press against me, slightly askew. I at least had presence of mind to not straighten it!

Fuck. He smelled good. Had he smelled like that yesterday? My nipples hardened. I separated from him in what would shortly be well beyond a celebratory hug, especially if ground myself against him! His gaze, damn him, checked out my nipples poking hard at my blouse. I was glad I hadn't recklessly ...