Jill’s Quarantine Routine Ch. 01

Over the past two years of on again off again quarantines and stay at home orders, Rob and Jill had sort of settled into a nighttime routine. They both had the good fortune of being able to work at home, but Rob was almost always finished an hour before Jill. He would finish up around 330 and head to the garage to do some light exercise, listen to music, or read a book. She would keep plugging away until 430 or sometimes 5, then take over the garage for a more vigorous workout that Rob both admired (from a distance) but wanted no parts of. Jill had always been the more physically fit, having played soccer all through school and into college. Rob was no slouch, but fitness came more naturally to him. He preferred strenuous hikes and kayaking to lifting weights or running in a treadmill.

By the time Jill finished her workout, Rob was typically in the kitchen working on dinner. He had become quite the chef over the course of the pandemic, learning all sorts of new recipes and then adding his own flare. After they ate, Jill would do the dishes while Rob would enjoy a nice bourbon in their patio. When she finished cleaning up, they would retire to their family room to watch TV for an hour or so before heading to bed.

Their sex life has picked up initially, sparked by the proximity and newness of being around each other all the time. In the first months of quarantine they were like rabbits, fucking multiple times a day all over the house and trying new things. But two years in saw that fiery passion wane a bit. They would still have sex once or twice a week, and nothing too crazy. That was until last week...

Unbeknownst to Rob, Jill had recently been using her "extra hour" to research ways to reset and rekindle that fiery passion from earlier in the pandemic. She started browsing the internet but quickly went to the Hub to see what was popular. Nothing seemed to really jump out at her until she came across a woman fucking her man with a strap on dildo. Immediately it ignited a spark in her she didn't know she had. It was like her crotch was on fire. She watched video after video to confirm to herself that this was what she was looking for. She found herself rubbing her clit over her yoga pants, but stifled her sounds, lest Rob hear her and discover what she had been up to.

Needing some release but not wanting to tip her hand, she went into the bathroom and quickly took off her yoga pants, slid her thing to the side, plunged two fingers inside her soaking pussy. She bit a towel to soften the noise of her orgasm, which came very quickly.

Jill was curious if having gotten off her interest would subside, but returning to her desk only strengthened her resolve that she needed to fuck Rob in the ass. Knowing that her work day was supposed to have ended about 10 minutes ago, she logged off and composed herself so that she could settle in to her nightly routine.

The next day she spent much of her time researching best practices and advice for how to peg her husband, as she discovered it was called. She watched more videos and found herself in the bathroom once more, biting the towel as her fingers moved in and out of her pussy. Eventually she devised a plan to convince Rob to comply and ordered herself a relatively small and inexpensive strap on dildo.

Over the next couple of days as she waited for her package to arrive, Jill started trying out some new things in the bedroom. She wanted to assert some dominance, something she never really did. Rob was always so sexually confident that she never needed to anything but be naked (and sometimes not even that) to have really good sex. But she was determined that this was what she needed to do to get inside his ass.

So the next evening instead of exercising after work, as was her routine, she changed out of her customary work from attire of yoga pants and an oversized sweatshirt into an old lingerie set that Rob has purchased for their 5 year anniversary trip to Paris. It was lacy, dark blue, and came with fishnets, which she had seen a lot of women wear while pegging their man in the videos she watched.

She tied her hair up in a messy bun, out on a pair of black pumps, and sauntered into the garage where Rob was listening to old record. As she entered the room she saw Rob's jaw fall open in slow motion. His eyes locked onto her as she walked over to the record player, lifted the needle and gently set it in the off position without saying a word.

"What's happening?" Rob asked with some nervous excitement but obvious confusion.

He barely had time to finish his question before she barked at him. "Get on the floor, now" Jill ordered.

He hesitated, unsure of what was happening, mouth still agape as he eyed his lingerie and fishnet clad wife.

"Did I stutter? Get on the floor now Rob" Jill demanded.

He stammered out a "yes ma'am" and layed on floor between a stack of records on one side and some free weights on the other. He had no idea what was happening other than that his cock had become rock hard and his face flushed.

"What's happening Jill?" Rob's words came out softly and little unsure.

"I'll tell you what's happening, you are going to eat me out right here, right now. And if you're a good boy and make me cum, maybe I'll return the favor." Her own words surprised her as they came out of her mouth. She had practiced a few times in her office but always quietly. This time they came out with power and authority, which was something entirely new but empowering to her.

"Uh, uhh, okay" was all Rob could manage to say. He was totally caught off guard by his wife's change in demeanor. There was something new in her, he thought. He wasn't sure how to place it, but whatever it was, it was sexy as hell.

Jill squatted over Rob's face, her increasingly wet pussy just an inch or so from his mouth. He could feel the heat and smell the sweet scent emanating from beneath the sheer lingerie panties he recognized from their trip to Paris.

He tried to speak. "Jill, I..."

She cut him off. "Don't say a word. Just lick my pussy until your face is soaked with my cum." Again the words didn't seem like her own, but uttering them made her so hot.

She lowered herself even more, squatting deeply over Rob's face, until she felt his mouth pressed up against her soaked panties. She searched for something to grab onto but only saw the records and weights. She settled on Rob's head, placing both hands at the top for balance as she slowly moved her hips up and down and back and forth. This level of control was entirely new to her but she couldn't deny how excited and hot it made her feel, evidenced by just how wet she had become.

"Move my panties over and stick your tongue inside me" she demanded.

Rob didn't have any choice but to comply, as she had his head pinned down. He slid them over and his tongue lapped at Jill's soaking pussy. He savored the taste and moaned out, which apparently was the right thing to do because she responded with a low, soft moan of her own.

Wanting to gain a little control, Rob reached up to grab Jill's ass. But apparently this was the wrong thing to do because she smacked his hands away

"No touching" Jill ordered. "You will do as I say or I won't touch that hard cock all week." She grinned at the last bit, knowing that in her state of arousal this was patently untrue. She would be lucky to make it 5 more minutes without needing it inside her.

"Yes ma'am" Rob uttered, though the sound was significantly muffled by the presence of his wife's pussy on his face. He sensed he was totally helpless and resigned himself to allow her to ride his face and use his mouth as she saw fit.

Jill was totally in control now and loving it. She had never felt this way before but was amazed at how sexy she felt as she straddled her man's face and ground her pussy on his mouth. She was edging closer and closer to orgasm, but her legs were tiring. Even with all the squats she had been doing, she still couldn't help but feel the fatigue setting in. She dismounted but kept her hands on Rob's face, dropping to her knees for some support.

This turned out better than expected because now the weight of her body was now fully pressed onto Rob. His tongue felt twice as firm as she bucked her hips back and forth. She knew she was close to edge and picked up the pace of her movements and strengthened her grip on Rob's head. Her breathy moans were accelerating and she could feel her skin tingling in anticipation of her impending orgasm.

As she got closer and closer she amped up the dirty talk.

"That's it baby, eat my pussy like a good little bitch."

"Feel my juices soak that face."

"Oh god. Yes. Yes. Yes."

She let out a last, long breathy moan as ecstasy poured over her body. She bucked uncontrollably on Rob's face as her orgasm pulsed through her sending a flood of juices onto him.

When she had regained control of her faculties she dismounted and rolled next to a bewildered Rob. Sensing how awe struck he was, she placed her arm across a chest.

"This is just the beginning babe. I'm in control now" she said firmly. Then she got up off the floor and left the garage, face flushed red, legs soaked, but only partially satisfied. She knew that she wouldn't feel totally fulfilled until she had been inside Rob's ass and brought him to orgasm the way she saw countless women do in the videos she watched.

Rob was left on the floor, covered in his wife's juice, confused, aroused, and rock hard. Had not he been promised reciprocation? Before he could get up and chase after her, she peaked her head back through the door.

"Oh yea, I know I said I might return the favor, but I've decided against it. Maybe tomorrow big guy." She disappeared again leaving Rob in total limbo on the floor. Ask she walked through the hallway to their bedroom to change she couldn't help but laugh at how quickly she had become this depraved. It was like she had been unleashed, liberated even.