Elizabeth and Patrick Part 1: Double Date [MF | Romantic | Married | Plot | Long]

This is part 1 of a multi-part story I’m working on. It’s a bit over the character limit, so the last bit will be posted in the comments. I’ve written part 2 and am working on part 3. I will post those if there is interest.

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Elizabeth and Patrick Part 1: Double Date

Elizabeth felt Patrick’s cock swell in her mouth and she could tell he was about to cum. On her knees in front of him, she moved her head back and forth faster, tickling the underside of his dick with her tongue, sucking gently. She reached up, gripped the base of his shaft with her hand, and stroked him as she sucked harder. Patrick’s back arched involuntarily as he felt pressure building and a rush of pleasure radiating into his abdomen. He let out a moan, “Oh, Liz, just like that!” His cock throbbed and pulsed between her lips as she took him further into her mouth, faster and faster. He felt the pressure inside him peak. She tasted a tiny spurt on her tongue and, in that instant, felt a rush of joy knowing the pleasure she was giving him. A moment later as her lips caressed his shaft, she felt his hot cum fill her mouth. She swallowed but more gushes kept coming. Surprised by the volume, her mouth already full of his cock, she tried to swallow again but couldn’t handle it all. Cum leaked out between her lips and his shaft, running down her chin. Suddenly sensitive to her vigorous pace, he slowed her by putting his hands on her shoulders and pulling out of her mouth. Loads more cum escaped her lips and ran down her chin, running onto her neck, bare breasts, and stomach. Overwhelmed, she coughed slightly, recovered, and grinned, “well, looks like someone needed that.”

The Kitchen Counter (MF | Romantic | Quickie | Cum Play)

I arrive home from work later than expected. My wife has already put the kids to bed upstairs, and she is just finishing cleaning the kitchen, wiping the counters. She turns and greets me with a smile. We chat about our days and after a few minutes, she hops up to sit on the kitchen counter. It’s August and she’s wearing a summer dress. She looks amazing, but my mind is still on work, and I don’t notice. We talk about our days. Still distracted, I miss her cues. She bites her bottom lip. She rolls her head to the side and back slightly. She almost imperceptibly spreads her knees apart while looking me in the eye. I continue talking, oblivious. After a few minutes, she pulls me in for a small kiss. I kiss her back, just a peck, and start to back away, yet she holds onto me, kissing me again, more passionately this time. She looks me in the eyes and whispers, “You should fuck me on this counter, right now.” I pause. Thoughts of work vanish. I look at her inquisitively. Is she playing around? Maybe hinting at sex when we go to bed later? No. The look in her eyes says, “fuck me now.” I feel my cock shift in my pants. She looks down, sees the reaction she has caused and smirks confidently. She slips her panties off and they drop to the floor.