I was going to masturbate this morning, but then Claire phoned and said she was coming home for lunch. My wife isn't dom, but she loves me and enjoys making me happy. She also loves sex. For lunch she ordered a salad with Italian dressing and me, undressed and ready.
When Claire came home I was naked and hard. She was wearing a long black skirt, slit up the left side nearly to her hip, and black boots with four inch heels. She gave me a quick kiss, went into the bathroom, and leaving the door open so I could hear her, urinated and washed her hands. I was under the table on all fours when she sat down.
"Do me!" she ordered, speaking softly, and I obeyed. I ducked my head beneath her skirt and breathed her mingling aromas: Jontue; perspiration; a hint of urine. I nuzzled my face into the soft black curls of her bush. I ran my tongue along her lips. She sighed. I shuddered. Then I found her clitoris and she uttered a tiny orgasmic gasp.
Claire allowed me to enjoy the flavor of her excitement until she had finished eating, then it was time for her pleasure. She grasped my head between her hands, crushed my face into her soft pussy and ground her pelvis against my lips as she came. It was now my time to come.
I crept out from under the table and as lay on my back before her, Claire placed the sole of her boot on my cock and masturbated me. In less than a minute, I had come and she was getting ready to return to work.
"Do you think the people at work will know I had sex?" she asked. I nodded and she added: "I hope they will," as she blew me a kiss and left.
When Claire came home I was naked and hard. She was wearing a long black skirt, slit up the left side nearly to her hip, and black boots with four inch heels. She gave me a quick kiss, went into the bathroom, and leaving the door open so I could hear her, urinated and washed her hands. I was under the table on all fours when she sat down.
"Do me!" she ordered, speaking softly, and I obeyed. I ducked my head beneath her skirt and breathed her mingling aromas: Jontue; perspiration; a hint of urine. I nuzzled my face into the soft black curls of her bush. I ran my tongue along her lips. She sighed. I shuddered. Then I found her clitoris and she uttered a tiny orgasmic gasp.
Claire allowed me to enjoy the flavor of her excitement until she had finished eating, then it was time for her pleasure. She grasped my head between her hands, crushed my face into her soft pussy and ground her pelvis against my lips as she came. It was now my time to come.
I crept out from under the table and as lay on my back before her, Claire placed the sole of her boot on my cock and masturbated me. In less than a minute, I had come and she was getting ready to return to work.
"Do you think the people at work will know I had sex?" she asked. I nodded and she added: "I hope they will," as she blew me a kiss and left.
