Don returned home from his business trip to St. Louis, and a brief stop by his mother’s place, to find his wife, Hanna, in a deep funk. He would often find her leaned over, resting on her elbows with her round face in her hands, her dull red hair disheveled and covering everything. When he asked how she was feeling, if anything was wrong, she’d alternately reply with seemingly random emotions.
“No, no! Everything’s great!” she’d quickly reply, a fake smile splitting her face ear-to-ear.
“Ugh. Don’t ask. There’s nothing you could do about it anyway,” she’d mumble, not meeting his eyes.
“What? Like you care? Why are you even home? I may as well be living by myself, for all you’re around!’ she’d curse, eyes wide and wild.
Her manic responses and red-rimmed eyes left him worried, confused and not the least afraid that his wife was losing her mind. Don was intimidated by the idea of having to take care of this, Hanna had always been deeply independent and ran the family, house and herself with masterful efficiency. Their relationship seemed a perfect fit, he brought home the bacon, so to speak, and she ran the homestead.
They’d physically drifted apart, but he still adored her. Though he was a competent man at work, he was completely baffled by the current home situation. A week had passed with him tip-toeing around her emotional land mines and he was due to depart on his next round of sales calls, he was dreading telling her.
Hanna merely responded with an apathetic “Okay, have a safe trip I guess.”
That night, when Don left their master bath, the lights were off in their bedroom. It was only 9, and they normally turned the lights of at 10 to go to sleep.
“I hope you don’t mind,” Hanna’s quiet, soft voice called to him from the direction of their bed.
“W-well, I wasn’t exactly ready to go to sleep,” Don replied timidly. “But I guess I can if you’re ready.”
He was secretly glad to be leaving in the morning, in fact, the predictability of airports and office calls hardly ever seemed as sweet and safe a retreat as they did in this very moment.
Hanna’s voice snapped him out of his reverie, surprisingly gentle and alluring.
“Come here baby, I have a going away gift for you,” she teased.
He was surprised by bumping into her before he’d even got partway to the bed. She reached up with two hands and brought his face down to hers and she tenderly kissed him.
Her hands and mouth became more insistent and aggressive, and before he knew it, she had pulled his t-shirt over his head and stripped his boxers off. Her cushiony body naked and rubbing against his in the dark, the heat coming off her and her passion causing him to become erect.
“Yessss,” Hanna hissed as she sank to her knees before him.
“Oh god!” Don gasped as her mouth engulfed him.
Hanna rarely did this, and never standing naked in the middle of their bedroom in the dark. Her usual timid, almost reluctant, manners during a blowjob quickly faded as her efforts became more sure and abandoned. Don felt her fingernails digging in to his butt cheeks as she pulled him harder and deeper into her mouth and throat that she’d ever done in their 25 years together!
“Hon, honey, I, I’m going to cum!” he warned her.
Instead of stopping like she usually would, she only briefly paused long enough to gasp, “Good! I want it!”
She renewed her assault on his cock with her mouth, even going so far as to pull him hard into her face, the head of his dick hitting the back of her throat in and oddly erotic and violent collision.
“Oh god Hanna!” he cried as he began to erupt in her mouth.
Don almost fell over as Hanna slammed her mouth as hard and deep as ever onto his pulsing cock, his knees becoming weak as she purposefully choked and gagged, the fat head of dick lodged firmly in the back of her throat. He tried to pull back a bit, but her hands had formed claws and held his ass in an iron grip, her fingernails digging in and not letting his twitching organ retreat an inch.
Hanna choked and gulped repeatedly and eventually, relenting, released him to suck and lick his shaft and then his balls clean. The sounds of her licking and swallowing and her satisfied hums kept Don hard long after he would have normally become limp.
Hanna stood and let him to the bed on shaky legs. She lay him down, tucked him in and placed a tender, sticky kiss on his lips. He heard her walk around the bed and felt her get in on her side, she settled in and whispered quietly, “Good night.”
Oh fuck! Don thought, as he lay there in a daze. What the fuck was that?
(to be continued…)
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