Last night as hubby and I lay in bed kissing, I gave his fac..
🕑 Added 2022-02-23 13:01:29 +0000 UTC
Last night as hubby and I lay in bed kissing, I gave his face the familiar little thing I do to signal that I’m ready to have my pussy licked.
Like a good boy, he eagerly complied. And when he remarked, somewhat offhandedly, about how wet I was, I couldn’t lie to him.
The honest truth is that I’d been continuously soaked since the conference with our son’s physics teacher. His looks and build aside, there was just something mesmerizing about his manner. The man, who I’d place at around 35 or so, exuded the kind of confidence that I’ve found generally comes with the ‘manhood’ to back it up.
At one point during our m33ing, I literally zoned out and imagined him looking my sweet husband directly in the eye and gently ordering him to go stand watch outside the classroom door. In my fantasy, I too looked my husband in the eye and mouthed the words “it’s okay, sweetie. I have this.”
In any event, as hubby’s talented tongue found its mark on my special spot, I began to tell him my fantasy surrounding our son’s teacher. Beginning with how he wasted no time in unceremoniously bending me over his desk on top of a neatly arranged pile of ungraded quizzes and pulling my cute panties to the side.
And I told him how looking at the quizzes filled me the prospect of possibly discovering the elusive formula for accurately predicting the amount of time it will take for the tight and loving pressure being applied to a thick and fully erect bull shaft by a given married vagina to elicit the sexy bull’s ejaculation.
But thoughts of receiving my Nobel Prize were abruptly shattered with one quick and decisive thrust of teacher’s massive endowment. As my eyes instantly rolled toward the back of my head, all thoughts regarding higher mathematics were immediately subsumed by pure and abject biology.
So Primal, savage and rough was my breeding that I unfortunately could not come even close to containing the sounds of my own arousal - leaving next set of parents on the schedule with an unusual combination of befuddlement, amusement and discomfort in the presence of my clearly embarrassed sweetie-pie.
It was at that point in my little bedtime tale that the magic being provided through the generosity of of my husband’s tongue became too much to bear. And at the very second that the orgasm I’d just experienced on my husband’s handsome face subsided away into the ether, I vowed to send my new acquaintance a follow request on Instagram.
Definitely more to come on this…
