It went down like this:
My wife went with some female business friends to a black tie dinner to honor women in business while I stayed home with our daughter. She arrived home at 1.30am even though it's been my experience these things usually wind down at 11pm and over by midnight at the latest. Apparently my wife and her gal pals stayed in the hotel lobby bar and drank champagne. Every time they finished one someone (and I'm damn sure it was my wife) would suggest 'just one more!'
So my wife was home at 1.30 but we didn't get to bed until 2am because my wife wanted to share all the gossip with me. I must say, since that island retreat she went on my wife has been all about telling and sharing everything with me. Well, I presume it's everything - unless that's the strategy: bombard me with info but leave out the bit about her torrid affair(s).
Now now Nero, don't be so paranoid. Communication is a good thing.
I've been trying harder to communicate how I feel too, so when she was done talking I let her know that I was very keen to go down on her again before the regrowth started on her bare pussy. (Yes, I know - it was completely off topic to what she was talking about!) She said she had her period but I said that didn't matter so I pushed her down onto the bed and spread her naked legs. She protested but didn't struggle, and pretty soon she was moaning and writhing on the bed. Then she was grabbing my head and holding me tight as she ground her cunt against me.
When she was done she released me and I got up. She noticed the very large erection poking out of my boxers, and it seemed to please her. It was sticking out perpendicular and made quite a tent pole. She asked if I wanted mine and I said "Hell yes!" I reminded her that she had promised on the island that we would try having sex twice a week, Wednesday and Friday or Saturday. She had volunteered this once she had been enlightened by the BNG guys as to how strong the male sex drive was - on the island she now agreed that our sexual frequency was low.
She pulled off her t-shirt and invited me to cum on her tits. Yes, her libido seemed to have doubled since the island retreat! I'd yet to analyze why, other than note she'd become a lot more sexually receptive lately. We'd had sex of some sort on the island every day since I arrived. Thus far all my brain could manage was "Yay!!"
So she remained lying on her back but stared at my fat stiff prick as I jacked it beside her. She was playing with her own tits, fondling them and flicking her nipples from time to time. She was definitely in a horny mood, and continued staring at my cock and licking her lips. I switched positions and straddled her, my balls resting against her boobs as I pumped my cock. "Yeahhh" purred my wife "your balls feel so hot against my titties - I like that."
She grabbed her nipples between her thumbs and forefingers and pulled them up, stretching them. "Do you like that?" she asked, "do you like it when I pull on my nipples and stretch them all the way out?" It seemed like she was enjoying it more than me, but yes, I was enjoying it. She grabbed her breasts and squashed them around my cock so I pressed it down and sawed between them. She lifted her head and started licking the head of my cock, before opening her mouth wide and inviting me in. I grabbed the back of her head with one hand (so she wouldn't get a sore neck, honest!) and started fucking her face. It felt good.
I pulled out before I got too rough, and continued jerking my cock right in front of her. She was staring at it, mesmerised (she was tipsy, remember). She continued squeezing her tits, with her mouth open. Then she poked her tongue out, as if she was ready to receive communion. "Are you gonna cum in mouth?" she questioned, "or on my titties?" It was a hell of a choice - I really wasn't sure what I was going to do. Originally I'd planned to paint her bald pussy again, like last time, but then I'd decided to cum over her boobs - as she'd originally requested.
I briefly considered cumming over her face (I don't think we've ever done that - deliberately) but I thought that was unfair. Besides, she had her tongue out again - as if she was trying to catch snowflakes. I decided she was going to get it in the mouth like she clearly wanted, but I teased her by sitting back - away from her face. She lifted her head higher and stuck her tongue out even further. She definitely wanted it on her tongue!
I continued jacking my cock in long strokes as my wife held her position -head up, tongue out- as she continued her dirty talk, "Mmmmm, yeah, cum for me baby, I want it, I want to taste you, shoot that spunk all over my tongue, mmmmm yes please, I want it, in my mouth, and then all over my tits, yeah, I'm gonna rub it all over my titties, round and round, all over...."
My balls boiled over and I sat up high and thrust my cock forward at her face. She caught the first load in her mouth -all over her tongue and the roof of her mouth- before I pulled back and blasted her tits. First the left breast, then the right. As my cock continued to pulse I rubbed the last of it over her boobs, in a sideways motion across both nipples. She held her breasts up until I was done. "Mmmmm, that was gooood" she said, her voice a little disjointed because her mouth was still open. She was showing me her tongue, covered in cum, and there was more all around the side of her mouth spilling down her chin.
At the time it occurred to me she was just holding it there because she doesn't (normally) like to swallow; but as I type this now I'm wondering if she was fulfilling her pornstar fantasy. In most modern porn when a man cums in a woman's mouth she opens it afterwards and sticks out her tongue to show him/the viewer his load. In hindsight I realise my wife was doing the same. Given that we haven't watched porn together in years, where did she get this idea/fantasy? Had she been watching porn with the guys, before I arrived?
Maybe I'm reading too much into it and simply projecting my paranoid fears onto her - maybe I should just relax and enjoy her newfound libido. Lord knows (can atheists even use that idiom?) I've been complaining about our lack of sex forever on this blog, so maybe I shouldn't look a gift horse in the mouth and just STFU? She's being adventurous, talking dirty, and doing the things I love. Maybe we've turned a corner?
I certainly hope so.