I palm my cock over the fabric of my joggers. Yes. Please. I’m on board with all of this, and my head is already cranking out ideas. “We’re going to have so much fun. What else are you curious about?”
But Fallon shakes her head again. “You’re stalling. And I’m not feeling especially patient.” To emphasize her point, Fallon traces her finger up the valley of her thighs and over her mound. She lets it lazily wander through the soft strip of hair there before slipping a finger inside her folds.
My dick is leaking, and I don’t even care. I could watch Fallon tease herself all damn day. Actually, that’s a pretty good idea. And this is a shitty angle for it. “Sit up a second?” I ask, and when she does so, I pull two pillows out and set them at the bottom of the bed, near her feet. “Spin around so you’re facing me,” I direct.
She does as I ask, and the view is spectacular. Not only can we see more of each other’s bodies this way, we can see each other’s faces. I know she has hear hearing aids in, butI want her to be able to read every filthy word that falls from my mouth, too.
“Better?” I ask. When she nods, I take the opportunity to check in. “You’re still okay with recording this?”
“I can’t wait to watch it,” she says, confirming my suspicion that Fallon and I just might be a perfect match.
Since I’ve made my wife—and my dick— wait this long, and since neither seems to be a fan of prolonged gratification, I rest my head on the mound of pillows behind me and free my cock from the confines of my sweatpants. I give the base a squeeze and close my eyes for just a second.
“I’ve been thinking about you, about doing this, all day,” I say. It’s not just part of the game. It’s true. The clock on my phone says it’s little past noon, so we’ve only been up for a handful of hours. All the same, I’ve definitely been thinking of Fallon and all the things we can do with each other for the majority of that time.
My sexy wife is fingering her pussy, her eyes on my body as I stroke my dick.
“Even while we were in a crowded restaurant?” she asks.
“God, yes,” I answer, as precum drips from the head of my cock. I swirl my thumb around it then lean forward, so she’s just within reach. I’m obviously breaking the rules here , but Fallon doesn't seem to mind. Sensing my intent, she arches her back, giving me the access I need to paint her pretty nipples.
She sucks in a breath as her eyes flutter closed. Her knees part reflexively, letting her sink her hand deeper. God, what a fucking view. I know I’m supposed to be talking now, that I’m playing the part of her live fantasy, but all I can do is react.
“You look so damn hot with your hand between yourlegs, with my cum on your tits. I don’t even need a video. I’ll never get this image out of my mind. I’ll never want to.”
She’s teasing herself with two fingers now, rolling her hips to take them deep. Her breasts bounce and I have to hold myself back. The desire to reach for her is too damn strong. When she withdraws her hand, her fingers are slick with her arousal. When she cups her tits, swirls her fingers over her nipples, and mixes my desire with hers, I nearly come on the spot.
“You’re killing me,” I tell her. “You’re too damn far away.”
She laughs and brushes her leg against mine. “So far away,” she teases.
“I want you even closer,” I tell her, getting back into the scene. “I can picture you on top of me, riding my dick.” As I say the words, it’s like I can feel the weight of her on top of me, like I can feel her peaches and cream scent surrounding me, like I can hear the rhythm of our sweat-slicked bodies as we move together.
“Yes,” she pants, and as I stroke my cock faster, I see her thighs trembling. Fallon’s getting close, and I can’t wait to watch her go over.
“Get there, beautiful,” I tell her. “You touch yourself so good. You’ve got your finger on your clit, don’t you? Rubbing tight little circles. Fuck, I want to see you come. I want to watch your tits bounce with the force of it. And then I want to lick you clean. I want every last drop in my mouth, Fallon. You taste so damn good.”
I watch in awe as her face transforms from pleasure to sheer ecstasy. Her body shakes with the power of her orgasm, and she says my name as she comes. It’s the sweetest sound I’ve ever heard.
I reach for her with my left hand because I need to feelher body next to mine, but Fallon has other plans. She crawls forward and positions herself between my thighs, offering her tits and belly to me. It’s an erotic picture and it’s exactly what I need to tip the scales and send myself reeling with a powerful release. I shudder and cry out as my cum covers her beautiful body.
We lie tangled up in each other, not really caring about the mess, as we both come down from powerful orgasms.
I need to get a cloth to clean us up, but every inch of my body is too tired to move.
Well, not every inch. Fallon is cuddling into me, and in doing so, she’s rubbing our bodies together in the most delicious way. Holy hell, that feels good.
“You keep that up, Wife,” I tell her, “And you’re gonna make me hard all over again.”
Fallon smiles up at me, rocking her body against mine with a singular purpose.
“Would that be such a bad thing?” she asks.
I don’t even have to think for a second. She’s on the pill and we've both been tested. Am I really going to tell my wife she can’t straddle my dick and fuck me until we both come? No, the fuck I am not.
I roll my hips, and she smiles in return as she grinds against me. “Is this what you want?” I ask as her sweet wet pussy presses against my cock. Yep. I’m stiff as a damn board even though we both just came minutes ago.
“This is exactly what I want,” she tells me with no hesitation.
