So, what’s a poor girl to do? I feel stuck in a lousy, ten-year marriage that I just hang onto for the sanctity of marriage. I talk to my girlfriends about Herb and they all tell me to leave. But I can’t. My parents would probably consider me a failure. Surely the office would find out and I couldn’t face that. The church I go to would also learn of it and I was not about to commit adultery, in their eyes, and have to live with that fear and guilt. I did get up the courage to speak with a therapist in private about my frustration and while he said he understood, he did not offer any advice that I could take to heart. He suggested that I stick it out with my husband and try to find ways to change him. I don’t think that’s going to work. He also suggested that maybe we should go on separate vacations for a week and hope that will restore the ardor in out relationship. I don’t think my husband would go for that. He’d wonder why we needed separate vacations and that would open up a can of worms. I finally broke down and tried to talk to my husband about it. Unfortunately, he was less receptive to discussing it than I thought. I tried to sugar-coat it, telling him I would try anything with him. I said that I’d fuck him more often, even give him blow jobs every day. He just wasn’t interested. Then I asked if he was cheating on me. Well, he went through the roof accusing me of all sorts of things. I was devastated that we couldn’t resolve anything, and maybe it just made things even worse. I know, you’re probably thinking I should grow some balls and move on. I just can’t do that to my family. I do have hope that he’ll come around soon and we’ll get back to normal. I really feel that if our sex life gets back on track, the rest will fall in place, too. I don’t know what else to do, so I pull out my favorite dildo and retreat into my own secret erotic fantasy world.
I have created my fantasy man and he visits me, and makes love to me whenever I want him to. He never tires, he never refuses me, and above all he leaves when I’m finished with him. His name is Clark. He is handsome and he is strong. Importantly, He listens and he is always there. He makes love to me the way that I want him to. I imagine lying in bed half-asleep. Clark’s warm body is next to me and I gently become aware of his strong hands making soft strokes on my back. The heat of his body and the warmth of his hand caress my skin. I feel his warm breath on my neck as he kisses it from my shoulders to my hairline. I moan softly as I reach back and find his hair. I play with it, twirling strands in my fingers. Around my body I feel his arms encircle me, his hands reaching forward to cup one of my breasts, gently kneading, my nipples tightened into stiff peaks. I latch onto his hand, holding it firm as I roll my body to face him. Our lips touch; my tongue softly penetrates his lips. I open my eyes and look deeply into his with streams of love pouring out of them. I tell him he is the love of my life. This raises our body heat and with our eyes locked, he pushes his thighs gently between mine. I open them and hook my leg over his, sensing his man hood arousing. I feel him separate his body from mine leaving a cool patch where our flesh was touching. He pushes me tenderly onto my back. His lips still kissing my neck, then moving down between my breasts. Upon arrival, he pushes them together as he buries his face between my mounds. The stubble on his chin scratches then stimulates my breasts making my nipples hard. First he takes one nipple into his mouth, then the other and sucks on them, his tongue wetting each with his love. My hands now stroke his dark hair as I push my breast and nipple deeper into his mouth.
The feeling of his tongue licking them is sensational, like static charges jumping from his tongue to my flesh and then charging down the length of my body. He lifts his head from the treasures on my chest and moves downward, making a wet trail straight to my most sensitive of areas. I do not stop him, I want him to hurry but I hold back, letting him take his time to pleasure me. His tongue reaches it destination and searches over my pussy lips, then between them finding my on switch, and delicately licks my sensitive enlarged button. Uncontrollably, my back arches and my hands grab his hair as my thighs clamp around his head as I buck off the bed. My actions bury my clit deeper into his mouth. He begins to suck my clit harder and deeper. His long wet tongue flicks and rolls the nub. He pushed my thighs apart, and opened my labia to get better access for his conquering tongue. He rolled the tight bud expertly inside his mouth, lapped and pushed his tongue round and round my clit. I’m almost there! Ecstasy waits! The build up is excruciating and I love it. I don’t want it to stop. I don’t want the inevitable – yet. I want to surf in the waves of the big one. My body cannot stop the locomotive. It’s signaling to my brain to let go. It’s cumming, I’m cumming. Then I realize that I’m not the one in control. Clark stops suddenly. I grab his head and push it down forcing his mouth back down onto my throbbing knob. Stop resisting, I say in my mind. He pulls back with a loud suction noise popping off my pussy. My pussy cools from his mouth’s absence, but it is hotter than ever in anticipation of the next. Clark moves so that when I look up and see his hardness, I cannot help but leave my feelings in limbo and move in to orally adore it. I lick my lips and it doesn’t disappoint. It is just inches from me now. I have to have it. It begs for my mouth and tongue without saying a word.
It knows exactly what I’m going to do so I reach up and gently move along its length with my tongue. I smell his manliness and it adds to my ardor. Seven inches later I’m at his balls and suck them – first one, then the other. His penis is twitching. His hands settle around my head and pulls my mouth to the tip of his cock. I have no choice but to suck it. My moist warm tongue massages the head. It searched for the small opening in the tip and slides in just a touch. I know he doesn’t expect it. I want to do what he doesn’t expect. He groans loudly. I feel the vibrations in his rock hardness. He holds my head tight and rocks his cock back and forth, in and out of my hungry mouth. My hands move behind him and cress his butt cheeks. They fit firmly in my grasp and I pull them towards me. My lips tighten around his shaft, my tongue rolls inside my mouth caressing every inch that is inside. He thrusts his cock to the depths of my mouth, hitting the back of my throat. He tastes delicious on my tongue. My moans are encouraging but Clark pulls out. I watch his stiff cock move away and down between my legs. His large hands grab my ankles and lift them up and out, opening my legs wide, exposing my hot moist slit to him and his anxious cock that’s pointing right at it. He dips not one but two fingers inside my tight love tunnel then raises to his hungry mouth and sucks my juices off from his fingers. He looks at me and tells me how much he likes to taste me. But enough. I want… I whine… Suddenly, he pushes his cock all the way inside me in one long thrust. My pussy squeezes his rod with joy, making the tunnel tighter and tighter. My pussy feels the entirety of him as it spasms all around him to cum again!
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