And sure enough, after she’d had enough of kissing my neck, my chest, and my stomach, she moved down to my jeans. She began unbuttoning them, and I did the smart thing.
Nothing.
I just let her work as my cock sprung out of my boxers.
“Oh, yes,” she said.
I could barely contain a chuckle. I didn’t know who was more into this, but I could certainly say who would more readily admit to being more into this—her. And I was happy to let her express her enthusiasm.
She grabbed my cock and gave it a few good gentle strokes, as if reminding herself of what it was like. It occurred to me as she worked me over that she probably hadn’t even been with anyone else since I’d disappeared.
That…
It touched me more than I cared to admit.
And then her mouth swallowed my cock, and all the sentimental bullshit went right out the window.
“Oh, fuck,” I groaned. “Missed this shit.”
“Did you now?” Callie said, looking up with a smile.
Damnit. That was not what I wanted to give.
But I just let out a wistful breath, drawing a laugh from Callie before she went right back to me.
And goddamn, she remembered everything I liked. How I liked mostly the tip focused on; how I liked her humming for the vibrations; how I fucking loved a firm grip around my cock. It was too much to explain to a random girl, but Callie…
She continued sucking me off for what both felt like a blissful eternity and not nearly enough time. I could have laid in bed all night, letting her suck me off, if I knew that I wasn’t so damn close to orgasming. But knowing that I was that close to cumming…
“Hold up,” I said.
She pulled off suddenly, like I’d insulted her. I pulled her face in for a close kiss. As I did so, I pushed her down to the bed.
“I gotta show you who is in charge here,” I said as I pulled her pants down. “You’re only going at me because I let you.”
“Is that so?” she said with a delightfully excited smile. “Are you telling me that you’re going to go at me like that?”
“Oh, babe,” I said with a chuckle. “You have no idea.”
And believe it or not, she didn’t. Most of our marriage didn’t involve me going down on her; usually she was so focused on giving it to me or on fucking that I didn’t spend a lot of time with my head between her legs. I had nothing against it; it just wasn’t a focus of mine.
But whether because I was caught up in the moment or whatever fucking reason you wanted to say, I was determined to give Callie the kind of mind-blowing, Earth-shattering sex she’d never had before. I was determined to one-up my past self.
And that meant I would spend as long as I fucking needed to between her legs.
I licked that pussy like it was the only fucking thing I could do to live. I heard my wife—my wife—moaning and felt her shaking like she’d never before. It was such a fucking rush seeing her get so off from what I was doing, so invigorating and almost intoxicating. Forget anything I did with the clubs; this was the kind of shit that really got me off.
I felt her grabbing for the top of my skull, trying to squeeze on for dear life; it only encouraged me to go harder, to press my tongue into that clit of hers with more force. It wasn’t enough to just make her come once; I had to experience it multiple times.
The first of her orgasms came after only a couple minutes. The tipping point had been when I had run my hands under her ass and squeezed. For whatever reason, she had always gotten off so hard on that; there was just something about her ass that was so sensitive it was like nothing else I did could match it besides actual sex. I had to admit, I hadn’t seen it anywhere else, but to each their own.
Especially when it was with Callie.
It was an impressive orgasm at that, one where she thrashed in the bed and squeezed her legs so hard I almost wondered if I’d get choked out temporarily. I kept going and going until she pushed me away, only for her seconds later to ask me to do it as long as I wanted. Little did she know that was not going to end anytime soon.
The second orgasm came not too much longer after. I didn’t even have to do anything different; who knew that doing the same thing over and over again worked wonders when it came to eating out pussy?
After that one, though, she wouldn’t let me be so unselfish.
