fifteen minutes later when I heard that rhythmic rattling of the bed frame again. I cracked open the door and peered in. Marcus had Diane’s legs up on his shoulders and he was bent into it, really putting it to her! I could see his cock going in and out and I noticed something different – he wasn’t wearing a condom!
I almost burst in, but I didn’t want to get him mad. I made a mental note to ask Diane about it later. What was she thinking? Didn’t she worry about diseases? Hell, she was only forty-four – she still could get pregnant if she wasn’t careful!
He bellowed and I could tell he was coming inside her. I felt an irrational anger, tempered by my fear of him. The cock cage only made my feelings of inadequacy worse because it would not allow the arousal I felt. I closed the door and moved away, wondering how my life had gotten so fucked up.
I wasn’t able to confront Diane until the next day, a Saturday. I had been made to sleep in the guest room, although Marcus had left around eleven. I made coffee and brought it to her about eight in the morning, because I knew she’d appreciate it. I hoped to confront her about not using a condom once I had her in a good mood.
Instead, she distracted me. “Oh, honey, thanks. You’re so sweet,” she said, taking a sip.
“How do you feel?” I asked, just as a warm up to what I really wanted to talk about.
“I’m good. A little sore.” She looked up at me with those pretty blue eyes and said, “It would really help me if you would gently lick me a little bit.” She put her coffee down on the nightstand.
I was surprised – except for that brief period when we were waiting for the cock cage, she had ceased to express interest in me now that Marcus was around. I was eager to please her. I admit, in that moment, I didn’t think about how much of Marcus might still be inside her. I just nodded and pushed away the covers and went down on her. Once I tasted her, I could tell immediately she was still covered in his semen, inside and out. I wanted to pull back but Diane gently held my head to her pussy and cooed, “Oh, honey, that feels so good. Be a dear.”
How could I refuse?
I pushed down my feelings of distaste and gently licked her, moving my tongue around the folds of her skin, enjoying the privilege of being allowed to be so close to her again. She kept on encouraging me, telling me how good it felt and what a good husband I was.
I got over the feeling that I was tasting Marcus when I heard her say, “Oh!” and I knew she was feeling an orgasm approaching. I redoubled my efforts, thinking that if I couldn’t make love to her with my cock, I could at least do it with my tongue.
I spent several minutes pleasuring her, being gentle and yet insistent. She would direct me away from her clit now and then and had me lick her skin around her pussy, which tasted of Marcus as well. After a while, she allowed me to settle in and really work on her clit. I listened as her voice quivered and rose and I felt like a man again.
When she came, I felt a squirt of something viscous hit my tongue and I immediately spat it out on the bed, knowing it was a big hunk of Marcus’s seed, still inside her. She came down from her high and looked at me , a slight frown on her face.
“That was so good – right up until the last second!” She took on a scolding tone.
“What?”
“Come on, I think you can tell, it really turns me on when you lick me after Marcus has been with me. I mean, that’s almost as good as his cock! But when I came and you spit it out, it kinda killed the mood.” She sat up and pushed me away and picked up her coffee cup.
I felt so terrible about it, I immediately apologized. “I’m sorry! I just didn’t know what it was! I was startled.”
“Well, I can understand that. We’ll try it again later.” She pulled the covers up and turned away from me.
I was clearly being dismissed. I left, feeling terrible about it, like it was my
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