A New Way of Seeing Things Ch. 12

Tim didn't give her time to contemplate the cock in front of her as his hands moved from her shoulders to the back of her head, gently pushing her forward until the spongy head of his cudgel bumped against her lips. Gwen opened her mouth and let him slide in, the insistence of his hands on her head to accept his penis exciting her even more. Despite her orgasm, she found herself wet and ready to work towards another.

Gwen cupped and fondled her husband's sack with one hand while the other wrapped about his shaft, stroking and preventing his hips from driving him too deeply into her bobbing mouth. Still the hands held her head in place, not roughly, but she felt them, a reminder that she was not to leave until he was satisfied.

She continued like this for several minutes, her neck and jaw tiring, telling herself she could not stop without his permission. His pace and breathing told her he would not be much longer.

"Gwen," he grunted softly, "I'm gonna cum."

She purred in response, excited by the way he announced his impending orgasm. 'Cum' was not a word he used in her company; 'finish' was the way he normally announced it the few times he felt the need to do so. And yet tonight she knew it was the appropriate word for what he was about to do.

"Cumming—" he said again with a strangled grunt as the first jet hit her in the back of the throat. Gwen knew better what to expect this time, and collected the salty liquid on the back of her tongue as she did her best to control her husband's urgent thrusting. A heavy exhalation and final shudder told her he was empty.

She smiled and swallowed as she arose, Tim holding and kissing her before she could escape. The moment over, Gwen retreated inside, anxious not to push their luck. Despite the urgings her perversion had stirred, she decided they could wait until morning, until after they had slept, when she could be satisfied more fully. Checkout was not until 10.