I was still sitting on the couch in the same place when my husband came home.  

“Hello darling,” he said, “are you alright? You look very pensive and not quite here.”

“I think I might be fighting off a cold,” I replied.

“Can I get you something?”

“No, thank you. I’ll be alright. I’ve taken some paracetamol.”

“Did Alan sort out all of the tech?”

“Most of it. He’s got everything working, but he’ll be back tomorrow to finish off.”

“Good. He’s damn good at what he does, even if he’s a bit of a nerd.”

‘Yes,’ I thought, ‘he is damn good at what he does. He’s just fucked the life out of your wife and made her cum so hard that she nearly fainted. And his semen is oozing out of her right now, and pooling in her panties.’

“Oh, he’s alright,” I said. Instead.

I stood up and felt a trickle down my inner thigh.

“I’m just going upstairs,” I said, “be back shortly.”

I went upstairs and, removing my panties, washed them in the basin, then squeezed them out and put them in the washing bin.

I cleaned myself with a facecloth, trying to push out any remaining semen, then put in a new pair of panties and went back downstairs.

“You OK?”

“Fine, thanks,” I replied, “I just needed the bathroom.”

“Good. I don’t want you being ill.”

“I won’t be.”

“I have to go to Edinburgh tomorrow.”

“Edinburgh? Why?”

“Client meeting. They’re important.”

“What time will you get back?”

“Oh, probably quite late. I’ll take the last flight back.”

As I looked at him, my heart started racing. Perhaps Alan could stay late.

“I’ll miss you,” I said, looking at him.

“I’ll miss you too,” he replied. “You’re the most wonderful woman in the world. I’m so lucky to be married to you.”

That made me feel terrible. I knew that while he was away, his computer expert would be fucking me in our marital bed, taking me to places that he, my husband, never could.

“Oh, darling,” I said, “you say such lovely things. Are you ready for dinner?”

“Yes, I am. What are we having?”

“Coq au vin.”

‘Sounds delicious.”

‘I hope so.”

He got up and took my hand, then kissed me. I responded. He’s a good kisser, and I enjoy kissing him.  After a while we broke our kiss and walked through to the kitchen, hand in hand.

After dinner we had coffee in the living room and were watching television when I turned to him.

“Will you make love to me tonight?” I asked.

“Of course, if you want me to.”

“I do.”

We turned back to the television and continued watching a little longer, then decided to go to bed.

We went upstairs and did our usual nightly ablutions before getting into bed.

“Lie on your back,” I said.

He lay down on his back, looking up at me, his face eager with anticipation. I bent over and licked his nipples, one at a time, while my hand brushed over his hardening penis. He quivered.

I traced my tongue around his small areolae, then to the centre of his chest and down the line of black hair to his navel. His penis jerked as my fingers circled his shaft and moved gently up and down, not squeezing. My index finger rubbed his frenulum and the glans above it.

I moved my head to be directly above his penis. It was now standing straight up and throbbing gently with his pulse. His glans was dark pink, and the skin so taut that it shimmered.

A drop of precum had emerged from his little slit. I touched it with the tip of my tongue, spreading it.

“Aaaah,” he groaned.

As I continued moving the ring of my fingers and thumb up and down his shaft, I blew onto his glans.

“Oh, jeez, Jane, that’s nice,” he murmured, his hips lifting.

I did it for a while longer, then moistened my lips and slowly lowered my mouth over his glans. As my lips closed around it, I flicked my tongue back and forth over the tip of his glans and was rewarded with a dribble of precum.

I felt his hands holding my breasts. It sent a warm glow through my chest. His fingers and thumbs sought out my nipples and played with them.

‘Fuck,’ I thought, ‘that feels really good,’ as my groin fluttered at his touch.

I sucked his penis deeper into my mouth, my tongue swirling around the top of his shaft and the edge of his corona. His hips jerked up as he tried to get in deeper.

I let go of his shaft with my right hand and grasped it in my left hand. This time I held it more tightly, stroking him so that his skin moved up and down. At the same time I cupped his balls in my right hand, gently clasping them and moving his testicles around inside their sac.

Precum was now flowing out of his slit and into my mouth. It didn’t taste of anything in particular, but was very slippery.

His fingers and thumbs had now grasped my nipples firmly and were tugging them around, moving my breasts. I could feel my pussy getting really wet, and my clitoris itching.

“That’s enough,” I said, lifting my head off his penis. “I need you inside me.”

I got onto my knees and straddled him, then, holding his erect penis straight up, gently lowered myself until I felt it touch my labia. I rubbed his glans, wet with precum, between my labia and positioned it at my entrance, the tip just inside.

“Are you ready, husband? Are you ready to make love to your wife?”

“Oh God, yes, Jane. Yes.”

I sat down firmly, feeling his glans sliding into my canal and parting my walls. My vagina was still loose from Alan’s rather larger cock and still had remnants of his semen inside. My husband’s penis was engulfed and completely inside almost immediately.

I looked down at him, just as I had looked down at Alan not many hours before. How different it felt now. Then I had been stretched to the limit, my nerves on fire, my vagina pulsating.  I had been unable to control myself, my muscles tense, my body bouncing on his cock.

This was different. I loved this man. I was at one with him emotionally, mentally, in everyday life. He was the father of my children, my provider, my protector. But I didn’t feel that physical thrill, that uncontrollable itch, that unstoppable lust. Yes, I would enjoy making love with him and be satisfied on just about all levels, but not on the physical one. I might even have a small orgasm, but it would not be enough. I would have to wait until tomorrow to be completely satisfied.

But I put these thoughts out of my mind and leaned down with my hands on my husband’s chest and started moving on his penis.

“Do you like the feel of your wife’s wet pussy?” I asked. “Do you like filling her with your big cock?”

“Oh, God, yes,” he cried, reaching up to grab my breasts.

“Are you going to fill me with your cum?”

“Yes, yes. Oh, God, yes.”

I pumped my hips back and forth as I moved them around in little circles. He had lifted his hips off the bed, trying desperately to get deeper inside me. I could feel his pubis banging against mine.

I angled my pelvis slightly down so that my clitoris rubbed the top of his shaft. That felt good, sending little sparks across my groin. I felt his hands squeezing my breasts harder and his fingers pinching my nipples. That felt even better. I could feel my muscles start to tighten and an itch in my vagina. I started panting.

“Fuck me, Simon. Fuck your good little wife,” I growled.

He responded by lifting his hips higher and banging into me, matching my movements. His glans was hitting my cervix, but it didn’t hurt. We were now moving fast, when suddenly he cried out, and I felt a spurt inside me, a jet of cum hitting my cervix.

“Oh, God, Jane. Aaaaargh.”

I clenched my pelvic muscles, trying to squeeze his cock as he ejaculated. I felt him relax, then tense again for his second ejaculation, followed by a third and final one.

I slowed down my movements until I finally stopped, just sitting on top of him and looking at his face.

“Did you cum?” he asked.

“Yes, my love,” I replied, untruthfully. I would have if he’d lasted longer.

“Good,” he answered, “you know how much I want to please you.”

I lifted myself off him. His penis flopped out and onto his abdomen. It looked quite small as it lay there, glistening with sexual fluids. A blob of semen fell out of my pussy and landed on it.

I lay down next to him on my side, snuggling into his shoulder, putting one arm on his chest. He put an arm around me. I felt safe. A few minutes later we were both asleep.

The alarm woke us at 6.30. I leapt out of bed and went into the bathroom to shower while my husband shaved. He showered after me, then we both got dressed and went downstairs for a quick breakfast. Simon left for the airport before 8.00.

I went back upstairs and changed the bed. Alan and I would be there soon, and I wanted clean sheets for us. I also got rid of my underwear and changed into a polo shirt and short hot pants,

The doorbell rang at 9.00. I walked into the entrance hall, my heart pounding in anticipation. I opened the door, and there he was. My heart nearly burst with joy.

“Alan!” I almost shrieked, “Come on in.”

He walked in and dropped his tool bag on the floor. I shut and bolted the door, then turned around and stared at him, my face open and happy.

“God, you look sexy,” he said, his eyes devouring my body. “I’ve never seen a sexier woman in my life.”

He scooped me up, his arms under my butt, and kissed me as I wrapped my legs around his waist. My heart was beating furiously, and there were butterflies in my stomach.

“You’re quite strong,” I said when we broke our kiss. I was still in his arms.

“You’re not that heavy,” he replied, “and the sight of you is enough to give me the strength to do anything.”

“Then take me upstairs.”

He didn’t reply, but simply carried me through the hall and upstairs to my bedroom, sitting me down on the edge of the bed, my legs dangling down. I reached forward for him, but he stepped back.

“You look fabulous. Stunning. Off the scale.”

I could feel myself blushing.

“Thank you for your kind words,” I said. "You've no idea what they mean to a middle-aged housewife.”

“Oh, Jane,” he replied, “you don’t look anything like a middle-aged housewife. You look like an unbelievably beautiful and sexy woman. Now, stand up and do a dance for me. I want to watch your gorgeous body moving.”

I stood up and curtsied to him, then twirled around and started dancing to imaginary music playing in my head. As I did, I felt myself becoming more sensual. After a few minutes, I loosened my top and pulled it off, then swung it around and threw it to him. He caught it and lifted it to his face.

“Aaah,” he sighed, “it smells of you. Spicy and mysterious. Enticing.”

I smiled and continued to dance, my breasts bouncing around as I did so. They felt heavy, and I wondered if I was ovulating.

I loosened my belt and pulled it out of my hot pants, then threw it on the bed. His eyes widened, and he moistened his lips.

I undid the catch of the waistband and the first button of my pants, knowing that he would see my pubic hair.

“Oh my God,” he exclaimed, “oh, that is so sexy.”

I loosened another button and felt myself becoming pants beginning to slide down. Another button and they fell to the floor. I was now naked in front of him.

I could feel that I was moist between my legs. I wondered if some of it was residue from my husband.

“I think it’s your turn now,” I said, rubbing my hand between my legs.

“No,” he replied, “not yet. I want to spend time on your body first. To make it all about you, to bring you pleasure without thinking about me.”

He stepped forward and ran his hands up and down the sides of my body, his fingers feeling all of the hollows and ridges.

“You feel delicious,” he said. "Now sit down on the bed.”

I did as he said and watched as he knelt in front of me, then pulled me towards him so that my slit was clear of the edge of the bed. He lifted my legs and put them over his shoulders, pushing them apart.

“There it is,” he said softly, “your beautiful cunt. The most beautiful cunt I’ve ever seen. Soft pink lips glistening with your juices. They are still clasped together neatly and look so innocent.”

He leaned forward and buried his face in my crotch, inhaling deeply.

“God, you smell good. Sexy. Aroused. Wanton.”

I felt his tongue on my labia, licking them softly, then pushing them from side to side. It felt wonderful. I lay back on the bed and surrendered to my feelings.

He spent a long time licking and sucking at my labia, taking both into his mouth still clasped together. He ran his tongue up and down the edges, then slowly started to part them.

I placed my hands on the back of his head, holding him in place. I didn’t need to, but it felt right. I could feel my labia parting and his tongue now running up and down between them, licking the soft flesh inside.

My hips were moving involuntarily, and my juices were flowing as his tongue reached the top of my slit and curled round to circle my clitoris. I could feel the folds of skin tightening as my clitoral shaft thickened and lengthened. Everything became hypersensitive as his tongue rasped against my clitoris. I thrust my hips forward and pushed his head. I wanted his mouth around my clitoris, his tongue licking my emerging nub.

“Aaaah, fuck!” I cried, humping his face.

The room was full of squelching noises as my juices streamed out of my slit. I felt him lapping at my entire slit, sucking my juices. His tongue edged into my vaginal opening, flicking around the perimeter.  

“Oh, God, Alan,” I cried as I felt that familiar tightening of my muscles. I pushed down on his head, trying to scratch that delicious itch inside my slit.

The next thing I knew, his mouth had moved up and closed around my clitoris. He sucked it in between his lips, my clitoral shaft between his teeth, and pressed his tongue on my exposed nub.  It was as though I had received an electric shock. Fireworks exploded in my head in multiple colours, and the most marvellous sensations of pleasure coursed through every nerve in my groin. It was ecstasy surging and surging through my body.

I don’t know how long it lasted, but it seemed to go on and on. It eclipsed everything. All I was aware of was this intense pleasure crashing through me over and over again. But then slowly reality started to replace it. I opened my eyes and stared at the ceiling. My muscles relaxed, and my hips descended onto the bed. It felt wet.

My clitoris was still in his mouth, but his tongue was still. I ruffled his hair. His tongue flicked over my nub.

“No, Alan. It’s too sensitive.”

He didn’t stop.

“Please. It’s too much.”

He ignored me.

I tried to lift his head, but he didn’t budge. Instead, I felt him push his fingers into my now sopping wet vagina as he continued to suck at my clitoris.

“Oh, noooo,” I moaned as his fingers probed and tickled the flesh around my urethra, my G-spot, alternately pushing and rubbing. I could feel my mind drifting as I sank into another world, a world where my sexual pleasure overtook everything, overwhelming all my senses.

I felt another orgasm building inside me. It was much gentler this time, like waves of pleasure washing through my body. I held my breath, trying to make it last, then sighed as I let it out slowly and my muscles relaxed.

I took my hands off his head and rubbed his upper arms. I could feel the biceps of his right arm rippling underneath his skin as his fingers moved in my vagina.

It was then that I felt his left hand on my right breast, his thumb and forefinger rubbing my nipple, pulling it, squeezing it, rolling the flesh.

“Oh,” I cried out, as that connection between my breast and my groin fired into action. My hips jerked, and all of those lovely feelings started again.

I don’t know how many times I orgasmed, or even whether it was just one long orgasm. All I know is that Alan took me to places that I’d never been before, just with his mouth and fingers.

By the time he lifted his head and looked at me, his chin sopping wet with my fluids and a gorgeous smile on his face, I was utterly exhausted.

“Oh, Alan,” I said breathlessly, “you are incredible. I’ve never experienced such pleasure.”

“Thank you,” he replied, “but it’s the two of us that make this what it is. Anyway, we’ve only just started. We have the whole day to explore each other and bring each other pleasure.”

I looked at him, thinking that nothing could be better than what I had just experienced. I pulled the sheet up and dried his face on it. As I did so, I became aware of a cold wet feeling on my buttocks.

“I think I’ve made a bit of a mess on the bed,” I said.

“A bit?” he replied. “When you orgasm, you squirt like a fountain. It’s lovely.”

I felt myself blush at his remarks.

“Well, it’s your fault. You’re the one that made me orgasm. Honestly, I don’t know where you learned to do what you did, and I don’t care. It was incredible.” I paused, then: “And I’m going to want more, but I think I should look after you first.”

“Oh? And how do you want to do that?”

“I want to suck your gorgeous penis.”

“You mean, my cock?”

“Yes, your cock. Your big, fat cock.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes. Lie down on your back.”

“I have a better idea.”

“Oh really? What is it?”

“You lie on your back with your head over the edge of the bed.”

“Why? What’s the point of that?”

“You’ll see. Trust me, it’ll be good.”

I looked at him as I thought about it, then, without saying anything, did exactly as he had suggested. This was going to be a new experience for me...