Pt.3 – Getting Off Early
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There are a few things I wished I could get rid of that day:
The first was the taste of my Boss’ cum lingering in my mouth.
The second was the look on the girl’s face at the Sex Store when I asked her if I could try on a piece of lingerie.
The third was the sound of laughter she tried to stifle when the realization hit her.
The fourth was my feeling of shame when I put the lingerie and a large pink buttplug on the counter for her to ring up.
The fifth was the condescending tone she had when she asked me if I needed anything else. “We have dildos and makeup if that’s something you’d be…interested in…” she said with a slight smirk.
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“Hi honey!” My wife said as I walked through the door.
“Uh, hi!” I said. I had hoped she’d be upstairs working out when I got home. I also hoped she didn’t notice the shakiness in my voice, or the taste of Charles’ cum on my lips as she gave me a kiss.
“How was work?” She asked “anything exciting?”
Oh you know, just gave my Boss a blowjob under his desk while I was wearing your panties… I thought.
“Same old same old…” I said. Fetching a glass of water to try to get the taste of cum out of my mouth.
“What’s in the bags?” She asked.
I froze. Clutching the unmarked plastic containing the buttplug and lingerie.
“Oh it’s ummm…nothing…just one of your uh…Christmas presents!” I stammered.
“Getting shopping done early this year huh?” She said smiling.
My wife Amy was so beautiful.
Her long blond hair reflecting the light seemed to make her glow. Some–actually many–would say she was out of my league. ‘She’s only marrying you for the money’ they’d say. I’d always hoped that wasn’t true but deep down I knew it probably was.
“So…” she said, grabbing me by the hips and turning me around to face her. She leaned in close, kissed my neck, and whispered in my ear “I’m ovulating.” She said with a wink.
Amy desperately wanted a baby. We’d been trying for almost a year now with no success. She’d refused to get tested because she didn’t want to face the fact that something might be wrong with her body. I didn’t have the heart to tell her that the problem was most likely not her, it was me.
“Do you want to bend me over this counter and have your way with me?” She asked, biting her bottom lip as her hand moved to my crotch “does that get you hard?”
She grabbed my bulge which I couldn’t help but realize was significantly smaller than Charles’.My dick was also soft. Which was to be expected as I had masturbated 3 times that day in the office bathroom after sucking Charles’ dick.
“Awww!” She cooed. “Wittle Tommy doesn’t wanna come out to play yet huh?” She said smirking as she lifted my shirt and made to go into my pants. “Does he need a hand?”
“NO!” I exclaimed. Louder than I meant to. I couldn’t have her reaching into my pants and discovering I had her panties on underneath. “I-i need a minute to uh…i…i have to use the restroom first.”
I bolted upstairs. Leaving her bewildered.
After I’d stashed the lingerie and plug and changed out of my clothes and her panties, I came back downstairs.
Amy was already completely naked. Her perfect, perky breasts bouncing in front of her like headlights as the rays reflected off her glistening smooth, tan skin. Her hourglass shape was always what drew me to her. It was like she was photoshopped.
“Does this get you hard big boy?” She asked. On any other day it would. But my dick was still a limp noodle in my pants when she reached for it.
Her face was slightly hurt when she realized it, but she shook it off quickly with a smile. “Sorry…” I said. Feeling pathetic and shameful. Any other guy would have a big throbbing cock right now.”It’s okay,” she cooed “i know how to give it the attention it wants…”
She undid my pants and dropped them to the floor along with my (male) underwear. She took my limp, 1-inch dick between her two fingers and started stroking. I hated that she only needed two fingers, when it took two of my hands to stroke Charles’ giant cock.
“Hmm…how about my mouth?” She said, licking her lips as she pushed me back onto a chair, dropped to her knees,and took my tiny member in her lips.
Her mouth felt so good around my cock, but still it was inattentive. I tried to will it to get hard but it just didn’t seem to work.
Then I was reminded of the blowjob I gave today. On my knees to a guy sitting in a chair like Amy was doing now. I now knew exactly what it felt and tasted like to have a dick in your mouth. And suddenly, my cock started to harden.
“Theeerrre we goo!!” She said, after getting it to it’s full 4-inches of potential.
“Now fuck me over the counter!” She said. Taking my hand and practically puppeteering me to push her over it.
Her large, plump buttocks was staring up at me. Her back arched as she eagerly awaited for me to fill her up with my cock.
When I pressed it to her dripping hole, it slid in easily. I couldn’t help but feel like someone else would probably be able to fill her the way she wanted to be filled. Better than I ever could. But I put that thought aside as her moans started.
I started pumping her in and out. Not very far, mind you. If I went too far back my 4-inch dick would slip out in this position. Which it did, several times. Killing the mood a little bit. But finally I managed to get into a rhythm. Doing short, tiny humps like I was a rabbit.
“Oh yes, Tom! Yes! YES! Harder! HARDER!” Amy moaned encouragingly. I tried to dig into with everything I had, but when you only have so much dick to give, it’s easy to run out.
“Ohh yes! Right there! I’m going to cum I just need it a little more time! Please!! Don’t cum yet!!” she begged. It stung me on the inside to have my own wife pleading with me not to cum as fast as I usually do. Her only hope at an orgasm.
But as I felt her legs begin to quake and her sex begin to kegel, I just couldn’t help myself.
“Not yet please! Don’t stop!” Amy said, but she could feel me spasming behind her, “oh…” she said, voice dripping with disdain.
“I’m sorry…” I said shamefully “were you able to finish..?”
“No…” she said, hiding her disappointed face as she put her clothes back on. “But that’s okay! Maybe this could be the one!” She said hopefully.
“Yea…maybe…” I said. Knowing it was extremely unlikely that my loser load could produce a baby.
To Be Continued