Before his return home, we didn't discuss this topic any further. I hoped he had had enough of such revelations and that would be the end of it.
We met at the station, called a taxi, and went home. He seemed to have missed me. I could feel his hands shaking. As we drove, I could see his erection through his jeans.
I hadn't seen him like this in a long time. I wondered if it was because we hadn't seen each other for ten days, or because of his inquiries about my ex? Anyway, it's a rhetorical question.
We arrived home, entered the apartment, and as soon as he closed the door, he pounced on me and started kissing me.
Before I could say anything, he knelt in front of me, started unbuttoning my jeans, pulled them down along with my panties in one movement, and began frantically licking me. Dima often performed oral sex on me before. There was nothing unusual about it for me. But this time, it was clear he didn't want to stop and was doing it more eagerly than ever.
I looked down at him, feeling some sort of superiority. I remembered how he begged for stories about my ex's penis, asked how he had sex with me. It started to turn me on a bit. I grabbed his hair, clenched it tightly, and pressed his face even harder between my legs. After that, he began to lick more intensely. His breathing was uneven and rapid.
I enjoy cunnilingus, but now I wanted him to fuck me.
"Let's go to the room, I want your dick," I told him without letting go of his hair.
"Darling, I want to lick you more, please," he momentarily detached his lips from my crotch. "May I?"
It looked odd. His face was all slobbery and wet with my secretions. I had missed his dick these ten days. I wanted to feel a man, and here he was, crawling on his knees, begging to lick.
"Alright, lick," I said haughtily.
I didn't expect such a thing from myself, but I liked it...
I turned around to face him with my back. He didn't lose a beat, and started to lick my ass. Damn, actually, it was very pleasant. He did it with some fervor. Inserting his tongue inside. As deep as he could. I'm not a fan of anal sex, but a tongue in the ass is something special.
"Oh, God, what are you doing?!" I moaned.
He kept licking non-stop, and it became clear to me that I wouldn't get his dick. Then, with one hand, I pressed his head, and with the other, I started to masturbate. He was literally fucking me with his tongue and nose. A few more movements of his tongue, and I felt an orgasm approaching. It was so powerful. I trembled, my legs buckled, I literally leaned on his face like a chair, so I wouldn't fall.
"What was that, darling?" I asked while still in that position.
He gently licked off the remnants of my secretions, as if cleaning a plate after a wonderful restaurant dish.
"I missed you so much," came from below. "I wanted to feel your taste and scent."
"Did you feel it?" I turned to him, took his chin, and started pulling up.
He stood up. His face was all wet, smelling of me. I kissed him passionately.
"Yes, sunshine, I felt it, thank you! You're so delicious, I'll never leave for so long again!"
And indeed, that turned out to be true. Since then, we never parted for so long.
I lowered my hands to his zipper. His dick was hard, making it bulge noticeably. I pushed Dima against the wall, went down, and started to remove his jeans. He helped by unbuckling his belt, and the jeans fell to the floor. His underwear was all wet with pre-cum.
"Wow, you're all wet," I said with a smile, taking his dick in my hand.
He immediately closed his eyes and froze. I felt like I controlled him. Dima was so vulnerable at that moment. I gently licked the tip of his dick and started to grip it more tightly at the base. I moved it across my lips, watching his facial expression. He was biting his lips, occasionally looking at me, but somehow couldn't hold my gaze for long.
It was clear that if I made a few more movements, he would cum. I took his dick head in my mouth and started to make circular movements with my tongue around it. One movement, a second, a third... I felt the dick starting to fill with bl*od. I took it out of my mouth and continued to jerk him off vigorously.
He moaned... sperm shot out in powerful streams, covering my face. It was so easy to make him cum that it was almost uninteresting. But overall, I enjoyed it. I stood up without taking my eyes off him and kissed him. Judging by his stunned facial expression, he was shocked by the kiss with his sperm on my lips. But he didn't say anything. After the kiss, I quickly ran to the bathroom to wash my face.
Back then, I couldn't even imagine how much our life would change in the coming years. And that this episode with stories about the ex would be the starting point for the most interesting events in our life.
Hi there!
My name is Ksenia, and my husband’s name is Dima. We’re a couple from Ukraine, and we have a special kind of relationship — we practice the sexwife/cuckold. We enjoy sharing our experience and showing how it affects our lives.
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