Cumming Home

The news from the doctor was all good. Carl couldn't wait to get home, and get his wife into bed again. When he opened the door to their apartment, and the familiar scents of their home wafted up to greet him, he decided he shouldn't have to wait.

Carl turned around and grabbed for Claire's wrist. He pulled her quickly inside the apartment, closing the door by forcing her back against it. His mouth gripped hers quickly as he kissed her, deeply.

They had been married for four years now. Both were the top executives of a very relaxed company that offered great travel packages and benefits. They enjoyed a life of luxury and leisure. They had almost everything a modern couple could want.

When he had come into their expensive apartment, Carl's dark brown eyes had taken in the sight of what wonderful things his wife had done to their home-sweet-home. Her touch was everywhere, in the decorations on the walls, in the stenciling surrounding their coat closet...everywhere. He could smell the incense from her exercise room. And her perfume from the many fur jackets that were hung with care and wrapped in plastic until the proper time of the year.

Claire was everywhere, and it made him want her all the more.

He pushed his lips against her chin, her jaw line, her neck, his hands forcing their way into her dress top.

"Carl, mmm," was all she said.

She would never object to his lust for her, never in a million years.

Carl pulled her breasts out of her sheer dress bodice, his mouth dropping wet kisses over each areola until her dark nipples were hard and erect. Then he nipped at them, teasing them with his tongue and teeth.

Back up to her neck he went, his mouth dragging a wet trail across her most sensitive nerves until he was hissing in her ear.

"Gods, Claire, I love you so much. Please, suck me. I want to feel your mouth on my cock."

It sounded so crass, so dirty. But that was what Claire insisted she liked.

"I want to always hear your desire for me in your voice, lover. I want to know I drive you wild and make you lose control."

And she did just that. Claire had a sexy aura about her few women could brag about. With her dark brown hair wrapped around her head in a stylish French bun, and her dark brown eyes, so dark they were almost the color of obsidian or jet, she was a striking figure. But it was the way she moved, the way she looked at a man, any man, that made her sexy.

Claire looked like she lusted for everyone, and everything.

Slowly, Claire let herself slide down the door. Carl rested his hands, palms flat, on either side of the security box, his feet sliding back on their elegant tiled flooring until there was room for his wife to kneel in front of him.

Claire's fingers were swift and accurate as she unzipped Carl's slacks and pushed his pants to his ankles. Then she was pulling down his boxer shorts, and her hands were flying over his already-rigid cock, stroking him.

"Gods, Claire. You're so beautiful!"

He gulped, feeling his mouth filling with saliva as he watched his wife moving closer to his cock. His head was throbbing, his member swollen beyond belief as Claire's fingers worked over it. He could feel her nails dragging on every vein and ridge, exciting and stimulating him.

Then, as he watched, Claire opened her mouth. Her small tongue was wet, pink, and wide as she pulled his cock closer to her lips. Carefully, achingly slowly, she laid down his cock on her tongue, then dragged it up over the head of him.

He couldn't help himself. Carl reached out a hand and gripped Claire's expert coif in one hand, effectively destroying the bun that had taken her the better part of an hour to get just right. He gripped the soft brown locks tightly in one hand.

Claire pulled back and slowly led his cock to her mouth once more. He was forced to watch as she teased at him with her wet tongue. He could feel the heat of her breath over the head of him. It was such a delicious feeling that he soon felt a drop of precum oozing from the small slit at the end of his cock.

Claire's tongue noticed as well. And she began to lap at the droplet, smearing it around the taut skin of his cock head. Carl watched as his wife pulled away, tongue still out as the cum made a silver spider silk strand from his sex to her lips.

"Fuck, Claire....fuck..." was all he could say as he tugged on her hair.

Claire came forward again, sucking in the strand of cum as her mouth neared his cock. She licked over his head, teasing and taunting him with her abilities. She knew he was going insane from desire, from how badly he wanted her. But she wanted to make him wait.

He couldn't.

Carl stood up straight, both hands in his wife's finely tumbled hair. He gripped it tightly, firmly moving her face closer to his cock. And Claire didn't object, knowing she deserved his aggression after teasing him so wickedly. Compliantly, she opened her mouth as wide as she could. And Carl looked down to see his cock shaft slowly disappearing into his wife's mouth.

Claire's lips were a tight, wet seal around Carl's dick. He continued to push, forcing himself deeper and deeper into her mouth. He could feel the spongy back of her throat now. But he didn't stop.

He wanted to feel it all.

Further he pushed, until his cock was being forced to bend. Then, he finally began to drag his cock out of his wife's mouth. He could feel the ridge of the cock head dragging on the surface of her tongue. More precum oozed out of his slit, and Claire lapped at it as he paused, cock free of her lips, to look down at her.

"Play with me, Claire," he said quickly, afraid he would lose the incredible high he was on if he spoke too much.

Claire's manicured nails reached out just as Carl thrust his cock back into her wide, accepting mouth. Her fingers cupped his balls, tugging on his sack where it hung heavy between his legs just beneath his cock. He shivered, wincing as he breathed in harshly. Claire manipulated each of his balls expertly in one hand, while holding onto the base of his cock with the other, making sure he did not leave her mouth for too long. She tickled at his testes lightly, saving the stronger, firmer caresses for later.

"Fuck, Claire, you're so wonderful, I love you," Carl gushed.

He meant every word, and she knew it.

Now, her fingers were slipping to the bare band of flesh that stretched from the back of his sack to his anus. Carl groaned loudly, bucking forward into Claire's mouth uncontrollably as her finger slid back towards his ass. Her nail teased dangerously over the sensitive area, and Carl could feel his balls tightening already.

He pulled out of her mouth, holding her head still as he began to head fuck her lips. He dragged his cock in and out of her mouth, not letting her suck too long. Carl kept on head fucking his wife's face, looking down and feeling himself drool as he watched her puckered lips taking him in again and again. Her face was like that of a China doll, porcelain and perfect. And nothing looked better to Carl than to see that face engulfing his thick rod.

Claire's finger crept further back, until Carl was gasping. She was teasing at his anus, ticking around the rim. She didn't push her nailed digit inside, but continued to torment him thus. He was going to cum soon, he knew. But he was beyond deciding where to blow his seed. He could imagine her face smothered in his cum, he knew what she would look like with the white liquid oozing over her chin and around her lips. Or he could jerk himself over her breasts, fondling them and pinching at them with one hand while the other stroked him into an orgasmic frenzy and he exploded, cum coating her dark nipples.

No. He had a better idea.

He continued to fuck her face, letting her finger tease him. Her nail dragged over the pucker of his asshole, and with each thrust out of her mouth, he was forcing himself back onto the tickling touch of her finger. He would cum soon, he knew.

Quickly, Carl pulled out of Claire's mouth, pushing her to one side. She didn't even squeal as he turned her onto her stomach and tore her dress up over her backside. He ripped through her nylons effortlessly and with one finger pushed her thong panties away.

There was her ass.

"Tease me, will you," he hissed, chuckling.

Then she was squealing in earnest as he forced his cock up against her asshole. He brushed against the puckered flower, dragging his cock up and down with one hand while the other kept her tight panties out of the way.

Claire clutched at the rug in front of the door, protesting. But Carl ignored it. She had asked for this, teasing him so wickedly. She was naughty. And she was going to get it good.

Into her he thrust suddenly, using the slickness of her spit and his precum as lubricant. Her ass resisted at first, then he was past the thick rim of muscles and into her asshole.

Carl looked down in amazement at the feeling of his wife's tight asshole wrapping around his shaft. He was thrusting wildly now, watching the tight pucker stretch and turn red as it went around his shaft. He forced himself to head fuck her ass, just to see how it would feel. And it was divine. He could feel the ridge of the cock head as it popped in and out of the muscles.

Carl reached a hand down under his wife's belly, pushing her dress out of the way. The change in position had slowed his own oncoming orgasm just enough for him to get his focus back.

"Cum for me, Claire," he whispered.

His fingers found her sex, forcing her panties aside once more as he slid his hand against her cunt. He cupped her, firmly, tugging at her short curly pubic hair. Then he was pushing his cock all the way into her ass, burying himself to the hilt as his fingers parted her pussy and spread her wide.

Carl slid a finger into his wife's hot cunt. She was slick and wet and tight around his thrusting digit, and he stroked her deeply. She was moaning now, on hands and knees in front of him. In and out of her ass he went, fucking her deeply as his fingers delved into her sex.

Claire came hard, her whole body giving in to spasms as he stroked her G-spot, finding and tickling the elusive tissue expertly. It had taken him years to find that special place that Claire couldn't resist. And he used it against her, to make her dance at his command, any chance he could get.

His cock was swelling now. He moved his cunt-juice soaked hand over Claire's ass, dripping her sweet nectar over her own pucker. It made her slicker, hotter, and he began to fuck her vigorously now, for all he was worth.

In and out went his cock. He looked down, watching as it swelled and swelled. At last, he was exploding, filling his wife's ass with his sweet husband seed. Claire cried out as he came, her head thrown back like an animal howling. Carl pushed himself as deep as he could, until none of his shaft was left. All of his sex was covered with the tight, hot flesh of her constantly constricting anal muscles.

Panting, Carl finally withdrew, falling to the floor. Claire followed suit, exhausted.

For several moments, the couple didn't speak. It took a long while before Carl's mouth was no longer dry. He smacked his lips together.

Claire moved over to him and rested her head on his chest, playing with the buttons on his shirt. She was smiling and he tilted his head to look down at her.

"What's on your mind?" he whispered, dropping a kiss on her head.

"Oh nothing really."

"Tell me, my love," he said.

Claire rested her chin on his chest, looking into his eyes.

"I was just thinking about what the doctor said." Carl smiled.

"And?"

"And pretty soon, we're not going to have the same freedoms as we have now. We're not going to be able to take off to the Caribbean whenever we want, or fly to Paris on a whim. We're going to be staying at home a lot more."

"Is that so bad?" he asked, almost worried.

"No, not really. It's just that we won't be able to do much of this anymore." Claire was blushing. His wife of five years, lover of ten years, was blushing. Carl couldn't help but smile.

"Well," he said, rolling onto his side.

"We better make the best of it while we can, hmm?"

And he pulled her into his arms. His lover, his wife, and soon to be the mother of his child.

They had only so much time to get in all the wild, spontaneous sex they could!