How I Learned To Please My Wife - Part 6 - Sex Stories

How I Learned To Please My Wife - Part 6

... concentrate with worry about her. Finally, in the afternoon, I got a phone call from her. Her voice had a dreamy quality to it, and my mind went into turmoil as to what Rick was doing to her as I heard the unmistakeable sound of her starting to orgasm. The steel cage bit mercilessly into my cock as I tried to keep calm. When she had recovered from her climax, she told me she would be home later. I was to be in bed when she got home, and not ask her any questions. Reluctantly, I agreed. At the close of work, I went home, made myself a meal, washed up and tidied the house. Not knowing what time Vanessa would be back, I went to bed early, just in case. I lay in bed for hours, listening hard for the turn of her key in the door. Eventually, at around one in the morning, she came in. I heard her downstairs, and waited patiently for her, naked apart from the cock cage, which I'd now come to accept as part of me. After a few minutes, I heard her footsteps on the stairs, and I lay tense, my heart beating fast. She came in dishevelled, staggering a little as she clung onto the door for support. Her make-up had lost that pristine look she had when she went out, and her hair lay tumbled over her face. She gave a little snigger as she looked at my cock cage, and then slowly made her way on to the bed. "I am totally fucked!" she announced, with a slight slur to her words. I wasn't sure if she was just tired or had been drinking, but I could see that she was in a hell of a state. She ...

... clambered over to me and kissed me passionately. I could taste her lover on her breath, his mouth, his sex and his sperm. She held my face as she kissed me for ages, then released me before snuggling up to me. Gently, I put my arm around her, and in a few seconds, she was fast asleep. I lay there, glad that she was back in my arms again. The relief that she'd returned was too much, and a tear slowly made its way down my cheek. Contented, I also fell asleep. The next morning, I left Vanessa in bed and went as quietly as I could downstairs. I made us both breakfast, and brought it upstairs on a tray. Gently I woke her, and she gave me such a beaming smile as she saw the tray. "Oh, thank you, sweetie. I'm starved." She ate ravenously and I watched her as I picked at mine, glad to watch her beautiful face as she ate. When she'd finished, she reached over to me and gave me another big kiss, which I kind of enjoyed, but the stirrings in my groin reminded me not to enjoy it too much. When the kiss ended, she looked at my plate. "Oh, not hungry? What a shame, 'cos I've got desert for you all lined up!" And with that, she lay back and spread her legs wide, her bald slit glistening. "Lick me out! Now!" she ordered, pointing at her pink, wet labia. The change in her attitude, from loving wife to bitch stunned me, but obediently I went between her legs. The scent of sex was overpowering, but she held my head as she ground her twat against my face. My tongue worked overtime, and soon the ...