The days passed by, a blur in the quarantines and lockdowns, not knowing what day of the week it is unless you looked for it specifically, not what surprise the day holds in store for you. My wife and I, like a vast majorly of other couples locked in together used the time to have our fair share of fun, interspersed with working from home, and going our own thing.
Yesterday my wife was unnaturally quiet as we sat down to lunch once again on the now ever so common bread from the local baker and canned meat. She answered in monosyllables, my questions as to what was wrong, a question any good husband with half a brain would ask, to understand what you inadvertently would have done to elicit such a state in your wife.
But this was different. She didn’t seem angry. Or irritated. Or even sad. She was just feeling low, she told me. The monotony of our routines, starting to take its toll I imagined. She was always the outdoorsy one. The adventurer, the traveller, while I preferred a good book or a good show in our own house than a wander in the woods.
I tried to cheer her up against the uncertainty of the near future. Travel is a big question mark. So is what more dangers lie ahead with this damned virus. She lay on my shoulder, quiet still. I played with her hair.
There was nothing more left for me to say. There was only one thing that would cheer her up, I knew. I ran my finger along her cheek and kissed the top of her head. I cupped her fave in my hands and kissed her lips, gently at first and harder as I elicited a response, her lips stirring and her tongue searching for mine.
Breathing grew heavier. She leaned back against the couch we sat on while I leaned on her, kissing her progressively harder, my hands now starting to wander. One hand rested on her breast, finding the protrusion of her now stiffened nipple. I drew circled around it over her T shirt.
My wife is 30. Brunette. 5’8”. Nice C cups with big brown areoles. Looks a bit like Katy Perry. I put my hand under her shirt and played with her bare nipples, alternating between the two. She kissed me back harder. My other hand grabbed a bunch of her hair, pulling her closer.
I knelt on the floor, facing her as she spread her legs, one leg over the armrest of the couch. She bunches up her skirt in anticipation. There were no barriers for me down there today. She hadn’t bothered wearing any panties that day.
Her shaven pussy stared back at me. She looked at me expectantly, half pleading, half impatient. I smiled. I supported both legs from underneath and threw one leg over my shoulder. I then nosedived into her crotch.
She was quickly in heat. The sombre mood changed to one of earnest desire. I felt both her hands on the back of my head, pushing my face further in. I took in the aroma of her womanhood. It was heavenly. I took a deep whiff and blew out the air into her pussy. She shuddered. Having had enough of foreplay, I separated her pussy lips and pushed my lips and tongue in as far as I could into her crotch.
My tongue alternated between licking her clit vigorously and tongue fucking her pussy. Her thighs tightened around my head, muffling out what I assumed were screams as loud as they come. I quickened and slowed my pace, drawing more screams. She came.
Her thighs squeezed the sides of my head during a brief pause in her screaming. As quickly as they tightened, they fell to the sides and she collapsed back onto the couch, her head thrown back in abandon. I stood up, pleased with the result. My boxers fell to the ground, and my hard cock sprang to attention.
I straddled her, my knees on either side of her thighs, kneeling on the couch. I grabbed the back of her head with one hand while I guided my cock into her mouth with the other. She opened her mouth wider as the tip of my cock grazed her tongue, as if to say that’s what her mouth was made for.
I gently rocked my hips, letting my cock run up and down her tongue, barely pushing it in until it reached the back of her tongue. The mood was not one for rough play. Her hand gripped my cock. She started jerking it ever so slightly as her mouth made suctioning motions around the head of my cock. I stopped gyrating and let her do her thing.
After a minute or so, I pulled her had a away. I grabbed either sides of her head and slowly started fucking her mouth, careful not to be too rough or too deep. My cock ran along the length of her tongue and I enjoyed the sensory stimulus of that one act. Her hands feasted on my hips, pulling me in further than how far I was thrusting.
I stopped midway, my cock still in her mouth and told her to get ready. If you have read any of our other experiences, you’ll know that we like it rough and kinky. These instances of tender lovemaking, if you can call it that, are rare. She smiled with the cock in her mouth.
I resumed thrusting gently. In a minute, my thrusts stopped. I pulled back a little, my cock gliding back over her tongue, stopping midway. I came. The orgasm was mind blowing and I must have spurted more so than usual or she was just more used to me cumming deeper in her throat, that before I was done, cum leaked out through the corners of her lips, onto her lap. I finished cumming and pulled out completely and she grinned, opening her mouth to show me her reward for a job well done. She then swallowed it and sat back, smiling and relaxed.
I put my boxers back on, lay on the couch with my head in her lap and we watched The Office. I was too spent from the intense orgasm to go again and we ended up just lying together and watching the show.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/gcw012/fucking_away_the_quarantine_blues_mf
Very beautiful mmm