Plus, she had a secret. Well, not so much a secret as biology.
She was small from every angle but her stature. Small as in those men with big dicks often struggled to get them in her, whether her pussy, her ass, or her mouth. Of course, Kenny loves watching that. They went through a phase three years ago where they rounded up every hot man with a dick over nine inches and gave them a go while Ken watched in great amusement. He said the faces I made as I struggled to take them were the hottest thing he had ever seen. She wished she could say she enjoyed it as much as he did.
So even though Ken Andrews didn’t boast the biggest dick around, it was big enough for her, and that was all that mattered.
I know every inch of it. She gazed at his flesh, at the hair curling around his base and creeping up the sides. His uncut head enticed her lips, but she held back, opting to push her thumbs into his folds and watch the precum emerge. She knew exactly what that would taste like, too. She had sucked her husband so many times that she could deep-throat him in her sleep.
“I like the way you smell,” she whispered, running both hands through his hair and along his shaft. “It’s so… animalistic.”
“Is it? I don’t smell nearly as good as you, though. I’m sure.”
Who knew if that was true? The way Ken acted when he shoved his face in her pussy sure made it seem like she was the headiest woman in the universe. All it took was one second, and Ken was devouring her, tasting whatever he could. For Lana, it was subtler. She liked to build up her arousal with her husband’s natural scent. Let it take control. Take over. Take her to a place where the only thing that mattered was their mutual pleasure.
“And I love how hard you get for me.” Ken was a man. He got hard for any hot woman – and occasional man – crossing his path. Lana fell into that category, didn’t she? Her husband was still attracted to her. He still desired her, even after their numerous rounds in bed and knowing her deepest, darkest parts of her heart. If that wasn’t love, then what was?
“Nobody gets me harder, Bunny.”
Ken pushed his chair back, the wheels creating a groove in the carpeted mat beneath him. So that’s how it is? He was going to take full advantage of her behavior right now. Lana knew she had no choice but to kneel between his legs and make him feel like the king of his castle.
They were a “split down the middle” kind of couple. Sex and gender aside, they strived for true equality. They took turns paying. They took turns driving – although Lana didn’t care much for driving and would rather take a driver or let her husband have the wheel. They paid equal shares of their stocks and properties. Even this mansion they called home for the past seven years was half and half.
And yet, Ken could become incredibly alpha when Lana even so much as suggested serving him.
He’s still a man at the end of the day. He wanted his wife on her knees and sucking him off. He wanted her spreading her legs for him. He wanted her begging for his virility. Every so often? Lana wanted to feel that too. Like she was a tool. A possession. A means to her husband’s orgasmic end.
She didn’t fully enter that space until she sucked on the tip of his cock, her hand stroking his hard, erect shaft as Ken continued to smoke above her.
“Fuck, Bunny.” Ken closed his eyes, let his head roll back against his chair, and took languid drags of his cigarette. That’s right. This is your moment, baby. Her hardworking husband deserved to have his wife giving him pleasure at the end of a hard day. What had Lana done? Get drunk on the floor of her office and imagine her husband tail-chasing their nubile maid. Hardly productive.
She had also called her lawyer – all right, her cousin – and demanded he help her get a divorce. Again. The Lana who currently served her alpha husband felt a crimson-colored shamed. How could she want to give up moments like these?
No, it wasn’t about giving them up. It was never about being tired or bored with Ken in the bedroom. That was impossible. The man was more adventurous than her. He’s the one who asked me to peg him all those years ago.
No, all the thoughts of divorce were about something else entirely.
“Eat my cock, baby,” Ken muttered on his cigarette. “I wanna feel it all the way down your throat.”