Lana braced her hands on his spread legs, running her tongue up and down his shaft as her throat wetted and the rest of her mouth salivated for him. People say I have such a big mouth. They said that figuratively. Lana Andrews was infamous in every social circle for speaking her mind and making friends and enemies in the aftermath. In reality, she had a tiny mouth. When she was a kid, she had to have extensive dental work done to make sure there was enough room for all the adult teeth she kept cramming in there. Doctors expressed concern that she would choke on her own tongue one day. While her mouth did grow as she got older, it was still relatively small.
So when her husband told her to swallow his cock, she had to be careful.
Like I’m not going to do it. How could she say no to a command like that? How could she turn away from the very thing offering to make her feel connected to her husband again? Not like I don’t know how to do this. Deep breath, relax the gag, and slowly slide Ken’s cock all the way down her throat.
He was a patient man. He knew how to lie back, have his smoke, and let his wife take care of the rest. She was there to serve him, after all. He needn’t do a thing.
Lana lowered her lips to his base, feeling his whole length fill her mouth, her throat. His head threatened her gag, but it almost never won. Not after this long together. Before she met her husband, Lana always had issues giving men head. They were too eager, choking her. Or they were way too big, hurting her jaw and again, choking her. Or, the pettiest thing of all, they complained about the placement of her teeth. As if she would bite them! On accident, anyway.
Ken was one of the first men she could enjoy this side of oral sex with. He didn’t fuck her throat without fair warning. And he fit! Bless this man’s perfect biology. Truly as if he were made for her enjoyment.
“Look at me, Lana.”
She glanced up, throat easing off him before taking his length again. Ken withheld a groan, but she felt him shudder. She also saw his eyes glaze over as he smoked his cigarette and watched her devour him. Her fingers stroked his sack until her index finger and thumb attempted to circle around his base and squeeze.
“I’m glad to see you behaving so well tonight,” Ken continued, one hand lowering to pet the top of her head. Wet blond hair fell to the side of Lana’s face. “You’ve been behaving strangely lately. What’s all this talk about divorce? Don’t you love me anymore?”
She hummed on his cock, making her husband grip both handles on his chair. Of course she still loved him.
“That leads me to wonder if you’re tired of having sex with me. Don’t I let you know other men? If you’re feeling that much desire for someone else, all you have to do is talk to me about it. But I think you like my cock too much for it to be that.”
He took another drag of his cigarette. Lana pulled off him, letting her saliva create a bridge from her lips to his cock. Her fingers broke it and rubbed it into his skin. A man could never be too wet. “Don’t mind my strange whims, Kenneth,” she said. His real name came out when she was submitting to him. “They change with the phases of the moon.”
“Oh, I know.”
She wrapped her tongue around his tip and savored the delightful taste of his precum. Lana held his cock still as she took all of him into her throat again, her breaths large and unwavering in her chest.
“Do you like doing this, Wife? Do you like having my cock inside you?”
Another hum traveled down his shaft.
“Of course you do. Touch yourself until you’re wet enough for me.”
Lana made a show of keeping him halfway in her mouth as she flung back the skirt of her robe and rubbed the inside of her thighs. In truth, her pelvis swelled in heat, every inch of her thinking about her husband taking something other than her throat. Sure enough, when her fingers touched her pussy, she found it in the advanced stages of preparing for him.
She pulled apart her nether lips so she could feel herself dribble down her thighs.
“You know…” Ken tossed his smoke onto his desk and folded his hands across his stomach. “I don’t appreciate you fucking with my feelings like that. If you don’t have a real grievance with me, then don’t do that. And if you do? You need to tell me. I don’t like having a knife twisted into my gut any more than you do, Lana.”