Unspoken Pleasure

Sometimes, in those moments when jealousy is the strongest, I wonder if I should have just let it remain a fantasy. But then my wife looks at me with those cocoa, bedroom eyes, gives me that pouty smile, and spreads her pussy lips to shows me her lover's cum and my jealousy turns into desire.

I suppose it started back before Jennifer and I even met. My old girlfriend, Lisa, had me in a bad funk. For a while I suspected she had been sleeping around on me. Then one night, I confirmed it. She came home from a supposed "girl's night out." I was feeling particularly horny, and intercepted her before she could take the shower she insisted she wanted to take. I kissed her, and she felt "wrong," tasted "wrong." But I continued anyway. I unbuttoned her jeans and went to slide my hand into her thong. She pulled away. When I tugged her jeans all the way down, I found out why: she wasn't wearing her panties at all. Then I saw the cum. She just stood there, jeans around her ankles, staring at me.

"Are you happy, now?"

"Lisa... I... what the fuck?"

She didn't move. She didn't make any effort to cover up. In fact, I saw her nipples harden under her tight t-shirt. His cum oozed out of her pink lips and began to seep down her leg. All the while she just stared at me with those blazing green eyes. "So now you know."

I was pissed off. I was devastated. But somewhere deep in my confused head, a tiny uncontrolled corner of my brain was feeling excited.

She stepped out of the jeans and bent over to pick them up, no longer caring if I saw the sloppy state her pussy was in. I think she may have even taken pleasure in bending at the waist, thrusting her ass at me, as if to say, look what you'll never have again. When she walked out of the room, I noticed that a blob of cum had fallen from her. I scooped it up and rubbed it between my fingers, trying to figure out why she preferred his cum to mine.

She moved into his condo within the week.

Soon after, my buddies Jim, Steve, and Mike decided what I needed was to get out, forget about "that bitch," and just have a good time. After hitting a few bars we ended up at our regular haunt, the Town Tap. Being a Friday, the crowd was thick and loud. To my friends' delight, the crowd also consisted of many attractive women. I still wasn't in the mood to window shop, so I sat quietly at our table and drank my beers. At one point, Steve and Mike went to shoot some pool and Jim went to the bar to get more drinks then joined them, leaving me alone. A moment later, Jennifer came into my life. She came up to the table and asked for a light. I grabbed the book of matches Steve left and, after a few fumbling attempts, lit the match and offered it to her. She locked eyes with me as she leaned in with her cigarette dangling from impossibly red lips. She held my hand to steady the flame and I thought I would faint. She blew out the match, but didn't let go of my hand. "It's a bad habit. I only smoke when I'm drinking." "Glad I could help," I managed to say.

With an alcohol enhanced forwardness, she sat down on one of the stools. "My name's Jennifer."

"Hello Jennifer. I'm John."

"John," she offered her hand which I shook, "it's nice to meet you."

I couldn't believe such an incredible looking woman was talking to me. Jennifer's eyes, so expressive, became even more lively when she smiled. Her chestnut colored hair, luxurious and tousled, cascaded down to her shoulders. Her skin was smooth and flawless and her lips, full.

She wore a clingy, sleeveless t-shirt beneath a billowy blouse. Her breasts over-filled the shirt and moved with a gentle sway each time she shifted. Jennifer's body, curvy and soft, was precisely the build I've always found attractive on a woman. Whereas my previous girlfriend described herself as "athletic," Jennifer was wonderfully proportional and full.

We talked for over an hour, heading to a secluded corner when my friends finished their game of pool.

Before she left but after we made a date for the following weekend, we kissed: deep, warm, and wet. That was the first time simply kissing a woman made me instantly hard. I craved her.

One date turned into two. Two into five. The more we dated, the more I was drawn to her. We weren't exclusive, it was too soon for that. But even though I knew she dated other men, I couldn't bring myself to see anyone else. At first I wasn't too bothered by this arrangement. However, the more we saw of each other, the more my feelings for her grew-and the less I wanted her to see other men.

We eventually had "the talk." I was ecstatic to find out she wanted to see me exclusively, too. "Those other guys, they really didn't mean anything to me. I usually thought of you when I was with them, anyway." I know I grinned like an idiot. She smiled back, then grabbed my face and gave me one of her famous deep kisses. We kissed for a long time. I ran my fingers through her hair. I nibbled on her neck (which drives her absolutely wild). I licked her cleavage and massaged her breasts. I wanted to kiss each and every one of the freckles on her chest. I continued massaging, working the shirt off of her and unclasping her bra. Jennifer's breasts are simply incredible. Natural and big: not freakishly large, like so many women of silicone fantasy, but round, soft, and heavy. They were the kind of breasts I had always dreamed about. When she lays on her back, gravity gently flattens them. When she bends over, they hang, ripe with sexuality. Her areolas are large and dark with nipples to match. I loved the way she would get goose bumps on her areolas whenever she was aroused. That night, she was especially aroused.

As I teased and sucked her nipples, her hand pawed at my hard cock through my pants. With skill, she unzipped and unbuttoned my jeans. Her hand immediately found my cock. She smeared the pre-cum all over the head. Within minutes, we both stripped fully naked and continued our wild-and newly exclusive-sex on my living room floor. At one point, Jennifer was laying there and I sat up, ready to mount her. I just marveled at the beautiful woman laying naked for me. Her eyes, lids half closed with desire, conveyed her sexual wants. Her breathing was short and shallow, causing her breasts to jiggle and sway. I ran my hands along her flaring hips and she spread her legs, inviting me in to her. I fingered her pussy, parting her fleshy lips. She was an absolute mess. So wet and ready.

"Do it now, I want you now!" She took hold of my cock and led me to her. Smoothly, firmly, I entered. I moaned with ecstasy. She mewled. I sunk all the way in with little resistance, she was so wet. When I was fully buried in her-my balls tight against her round ass-she grabbed me and told me to stay. I thought I would cum just laying there, so deep in her. Eventually, we began our slow movement, savoring each and every stroke. As I pulled out, she made a squishing sound, and when I plunged back in I felt her juices over flow. I kissed her, sucking her tongue and squeezing her breasts. She clamped on my ass and pulled me tight with each down stroke.

"Jen, I'm cumming, I'm cumming!"

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The feeling started deep in my balls. I felt them pull up into my body. Then the tingling spread through my legs, arms, fingers. On the next in stroke, I exploded. I thrust my hips into hers. She wrapped her legs tightly around me. I held her close. I felt my cock unloading, pulse after pulse after pulse. She bit my shoulder, leaving a red mark that would last well into the next day.

We laid there, my cock slowly deflating in her. We kissed softly, like a dream, our sweaty bodies intertwined. When I rolled off of her, my cock slid out with an slight plop, all coated with our combined juices. We held each other and kissed some more. After a few minutes, I caressed her breasts and ran my hand down her torso. I came to her sloppy pussy, and fingered her gently. I couldn't believe how messy she was. She felt so wet and slick and sticky. I was beginning to have thoughts. I fingered her some more and suckled on her breast. An odd feeling came over me, one which I had never before explored. I kissed her chest, then her stomach. I kept moving down.

"What are you doing?" She propped herself up on her elbows, watching me with a quizzical expression on her face.

I knew exactly what I was doing. As I kissed closer to her wispy pubic hair, I could smell her cum and I could smell my cum. I became dizzy with desire. I kissed her clit and felt the wetness on my lips. I looked up at her, hoping she would approve. Her lips turned up in an odd smile and she wiggled her hips. "Do it."noveldrama

And I did. My mouth went to her messy, sloppy pussy and my lips clamped on her. I sucked lightly and was greeted by a mouthful of our mingled cum. The feel of it on my tongue was indescribable. I swallowed and savored our taste. I darted my tongue into her, wanting to lick out all she had to offer with one greedy stroke. My chin was soaked. I kept sucking and licking and swallowing.