The Wife Part Twelve - Sex Stories

The Wife Part Twelve

... them and he could see how beautiful she looked with her pink labia hanging open awaiting his tongue’s touch.

“God yes, work your special magic, make me cum,” she moaned.

She didn’t have to wait long; he greedily put his entire mouth over her cunt and pressed his tongue in as far as he could, then slid it up and over her clit, receiving a rewarding tremor and a dollop of his cum. She raised her legs over his shoulders and ran her fingers into his hair. “I’m very close darling, don’t stop.”

John had no intention of stopping, his cock was reawakening. Her cries and her spasms, when she came, were very satisfying for him; maybe he could still take care of business. After a short rest, Blanche asked to be let up to pee also.

“Hurry back, I have another round in me. I want to fuck you all morning.”

Of course, his boast was excessive; after a slow, pleasant, and familiar bout of penetration sex, they agreed that they needed coffee more than they needed that illusive extra orgasm. They had an amiable breakfast together. It was clear that they both were treating each other gingerly. There were unresolved issues between them.

After a few days of tip-toeing around each other with extreme politeness, John suggested that they sit and discuss their relationship going forward. They agreed to do so after dinner that evening. They each went off to work mentally rehearsing their positions.

For her part, Blanche knew she must give up some or all of her extra-marital fun. ...

... She was prepared to do so for the sake of their marriage. But she knew she would miss those special times when they had played together in a threesome.

John also tried to reconcile his enjoyment with his extreme reaction to her behavior. In the cold light of day, he couldn’t fault her. He was convinced that they couldn’t put the genii back in the bottle, that he needed to find a happy medium that gave each of them freedom without jeopardizing their marriage. He realized that his inferiority complex over Jim’s ability to give his wife multiple orgasms and Tom’s bigger cock which she also seemed to prefer, was an obstacle that he needed to overcome.

That evening John put some mood music on the stereo, opened a second bottle of their favorite Cabernet, and patted the sofa beside him for Blanche to sit. He embraced her and told her that he loved her. “I think that there have been enough apologies and I hope there will be no recriminations because none are merited. Would you like to start us off, honey?”

“No, just to say that I love you and want us to stay together until we die.” Blanche seemed a little subdued, concerned that John had some rigid rules for them to follow from then on.

“Well, I have done a lot of soul-searching and I accept the responsibility for much of the turmoil up to now. I guess it speaks to how much I need your love and affection, not to say your respect. I have not handled well the knowledge that another man, has achieved what I failed to do in ...