“John, I want to thank you for your forbearance these last months since I stopped seeing Robert. I know it was a terrible shock and it took a big man to put it behind us. And I know it still rankles you at times.”
They were lying in bed together, yet a little apart. It was the morning after Claire told him about fellating Robert and letting him cum in her mouth. John turned to face her.
“You swallowed his cum, and he licked your bloody pussy.” It was not a question.
“Yes. Have you never wanted to use my mouth to ejaculate? John, while it may upset you to hear this, I have imagined many sexual experiences that we could enjoy if you could overcome your fear of losing me.
“We lived one kind of life when we were raising our family; now we have the freedom to explore other pleasures and share new joys. You can relax and try new things. I’m not going anywhere, you are stuck with me.
“Tell me this: Did you suffer any loss of love or sex during my little romp with Robert? No.” She answered her own question for him. “Has sex been any better for you since I stopped? No. You are a very logical, analytical person. You see challenges and work them out.”
“But you also see and appreciate beauty. Let me tell you, there is much beauty in the act of sharing your body with another, and I think, sharing your loved one. I certainly suffered some pangs of guilt when I was with Robert, but I also missed you and wished you were a part of what I was experiencing.”
Claire waited for John’s reaction to her little speech. It was not long coming.
“This is all so I’ll agree to you fucking him again.” Claire decided that “in for a nickel, in for a dime,” though she realized that she was treading on thin ice. John was not a meek person; he had a solid sense of morality.
“Oh, it’s much more than that. Yes, it was some of the best sex I have had in my life, and I want more. John, darling, I have been a closet slut for some time, now I want to explore sluthood for real, and I want you by my side. Did I just invent a word?”
She reached down to John’s crotch and, to her delight, she found a hard cock. She turned to face him as she grasped his hard-on. She didn’t move her hand more than to lightly squeeze and relax her fingers on its head. “We might even have to learn to smoke after sex. May I suck you this morning love? I would like you to cum in my mouth.”
Not waiting for permission, she ducked under the covers and, sliding her hand down to John’s balls, touched her tongue to the tip of his cock. It jumped for her. She felt his hand caress her bum and slide toward her pussy. “He’s a quick study,” she thought as she wrapped her lips around his cock head for a few moments and licked his frenulum.
She didn’t want him to cum yet because he loses interest after he does, so she moved up and kissed his mouth, then straddled his chest and offered her pussy to him. He tentatively touched his tongue to her labia, then moved to her clit. “Ohh, yes,” she murmured. “You used to love to lick my pussy, wait until you taste it with Robert’s cum dripping out.”
The licking stopped; she had gone too far. John pushed her onto her back angrily. “You really are a slut.” He got up and went to shower. Claire waited a few minutes, then went looking for him. She found him in the shower.
The room was steamed up but through the shower door, she saw John frantically stroking his cock. She pressed herself against the steamy glass, stuck out her tongue and licked it. John blasted a large load of cum at her. She pretended to lick it up though it was on the wrong side of the glass.
They suffered through two days of avoiding the embarrassment of what happened. Then after dinner on the third evening, John asked Claire to sit with him and share a glass of wine. He put his arm around her shoulders and kissed her cheek.
“What are we going to do about your depravity and my puritanism?” She was relieved that he was smiling as he said it, but she was determined to stick to her guns.
“I guess you will have to sin more and pray less, and do it soon. I can’t wait forever for you to catch up.” She kissed him back. “Just joking… sorta’.” Claire took his hand and held it to her heart.
“Can you tell me what is most troublesome for you about my new lifestyle idea?”
“Yes, I hate the idea of sitting at home alone at night imagining you and Robert fucking your brains out.” John’s anger was rising along with bile in his throat.
“And I don’t want that either, I want you there, holding my hand, kissing me, licking and nipping my nipples, and many other things that we have never done before. I want to fuck me while I suck his cock and vice versa. Could you kiss me while I rode his hard cock?”
She placed his hand on her breast and kissed him full on the mouth, probing with her tongue.
“I just don’t know, but you can see my cock likes something about the idea. May I fuck you now?” He opened his trousers and stood up, his erection proudly pointing at her.
“Lick my pussy first and make me cum on your tongue.” Claire lifted her skirt and showed him her bare pussy, wet and needy. As he kneeled between her thighs, she placed her legs over his shoulders and her fingers in his hair, gently guiding him toward it.
She moaned when his tongue touched her clit and slid down between her inner lips. “Ah yes, you’ll do. You’ll do every time.”
