*Chapter 2: His Turn*
“Vicki,” screamed five-year-old Billy, “hurry up with the dishes!”
“William, I told you not to call me that!”
“Vicki, Vicki, Vicki!”
“Mother!” Seven-year-old Victoria was going through her “formal” stage, where everything is serious and nicknames are for children.
“Vicki, ignore him. You know he’s just trying to make you mad.”
“Mother, my name is Victoria. It says so on my birth certificate.” They had recently updated the scrapbooks and Vicki had taken quite an interest in her birth certificate. She’d been telling everybody the exact time of her birth and how big she was. She’d also begun insisting that people call her Victoria, much to her parents’ and friends’ annoyance.
“And why doesn’t he have to help with the dishes? It’s not fair.”
“Victoria,” Cindy said, exasperated, “you know that Billy isn’t big enough to reach the sink. He helps carry the dishes from the table to the counter. All you have to do is rinse and fill the dishwasher. Your dad already scrubbed the pans.”
“Yes I did,” said Jeff, walking up behind Cindy and hugging her. “Now finish the dishes so you kids can watch the movie.” Biting Cindy’s neck gently, he whispered, “and Mom and Dad can go play.”
“Jeff,” Cindy giggled, “stop that.” But she didn’t really mean it. She loved the way he teased her.
“It’s still not fair,” pouted Vicki, turning back to the sink and rinsing the few remaining dishes.
The latest crisis averted, Cindy turned to Jeff. “Get everything set up while I make sure Dee Dee has a fresh diaper.” Jeff smiled, nibbled her lip quickly, put the popcorn in the microwave, and headed to the family room.
“Ready for the movie, big guy?” Jeff walked over to the entertainment center to select a movie.
Billy was squirming in Jeff’s recliner, excited about having the seat of honor for the movie. “Yeah! What are we gonna watch?”
“How about,” Jeff said, turning around quickly and holding up the kids’ favorite movie, “Monsters!”
Two-year-old Dee Dee, who was in the process of wrapping her arms around Cindy’s neck, screeched, “Kitty!” and let loose in her diaper.
Cindy laughed. “Thanks, Jeff.”
“Hey, at least we know she won’t have to go for a while.”
“Dad,” said Vicki as she walked into the room, “why do we always have to watch baby movies?” Vicki insisted on formality with everybody but Jeff, who was still “Daddy” when nobody else was around. She even liked him to call her Vicki when it was just the two of them.
“Victoria, it’s not a baby movie. Your mother and I like it just as much as you do.” Just then the microwave beeped. “Can you help me with the popcorn and juice?”
Jeff and Vicki returned to the kitchen while Cindy headed to the bathroom again with Dee Dee. Seven years of diaper changing, she thought, had to be more than enough for anybody. She loved her children, but she was happy she didn’t have any more. She couldn’t complain, though, as she got to stay home with the kids and Jeff always helped out when he could. She smiled to herself as she thought of how good he was as a father.
“Vicki,” Jeff said in the kitchen. “You have to learn how to ignore Billy’s teasing. Whenever you get mad, you’re doing exactly what he wants. If you stop paying attention to him, he’ll stop. Besides, he’s always known you as ‘Vicki.’ Making him call you ‘Victoria’ just confuses him.”
“I know, Daddy, but sometimes he’s such a little brat.” Vicki brought the two popcorn bowls over so that Jeff could fill them. “I’ll try to be better.”
“That’s my girl,” Jeff said. “Now let’s start the movie.”
Jeff and Vicki returned from the kitchen just as Cindy was returning with Dee Dee. Jeff handed a bowl to Billy. “You be quiet and watch the movie. No teasing your sisters or I’ll send you to bed before the movie’s over.”
“Okay, Dad. I’ll be good.”
Vicki sat down on the couch, popcorn bowl in her lap, next to where Cindy was placing Dee Dee. Jeff turned off the lights and joined Cindy on the love seat positioned between and slightly behind the couch and recliner. “Just like old times,” he whispered, wrapping one arm around her back and turning to kiss her lightly. “Wanna fool around?”
“Jeff!” She giggled and returned the kiss, snuggling up to him and watching the screen. As the opening credits rolled, she reflected on the last three weeks. Ever since The Mirror Incident (that’s how she thought of it, complete with capital letters) her sex life with Jeff had been anything but ordinary. Getting up in the morning now was a pleasure. She’d get the kids out of bed and make it back to the bathroom in time to watch and sometimes even help him finish his shower. More than once he took her right there, bent over the bathroom sink before getting dressed for work. The first time that happened, Vicki had walked into the bedroom and almost caught them at it. Cindy was careful to lock the bedroom door now.
Since The Mirror Incident, Cindy and Jeff had made love almost every night, enjoying each other like they did when they were first going out. Rather than the lights off bedtime quickie that had become their staple, they spent hours with the lights on, exploring one another as they hadn’t done in years. They still had to keep quiet to avoid waking the children, but they didn’t have to be completely silent.
Jeff had called right before lunch the day before, saying that he was on his way home and would be taking the afternoon off. With Vicki and Billy off at school and Dee Dee down for a nap, she’d changed into the same blue negligee and robe that had started The Mirror Incident, and met him at the door. Jeff took one look at her and pushed her against the wall, lifting her legs up around his waist and kissing her deeply as she fumbled with his belt and zipper. With his pants and underwear around his ankles, her hand around his firm shaft guided him to her entrance. Breaking their kiss and looking deep into each other’s eyes, he smoothly penetrated her, sinking to the hilt in one long slow stroke.
It was the most urgent lovemaking that Cindy could remember. Her legs wrapped around his waist, heels at his back pulling him in as he thrust furiously. He tore open the negligee, reaching for her breasts and lowering his mouth to her nipple. Licking, sucking, biting the way she loved, his hands supported her breasts, massaging as she moaned in appreciation. Her hands wrapped around him, fingernails digging into his back as she tightened her muscles around his thrusting member, pleasure building so quickly that it took them both by surprise. With a final thrust, Jeff lifted his mouth from her nipples, groaning incoherently and locking his mouth over hers in a deep probing kiss as her orgasm overtook her and he exploded deep inside.
It was a clutching, grabbing, screaming climax, breaking their kiss and yelling out their pleasure before slumping to the ground, coming to rest with her straddling him, his softening cock slipping out of her. They held each other in their post-coital bliss, kissing softly and catching their breath until they heard Dee Dee stir in the other room, wakened by their lovemaking sounds.
Jolted out of her reverie by Jeff pulling her with him as he leaned back in the love seat, Cindy shivered in anticipation at the tender kiss he placed on her temple. Sighing contentedly, she relaxed to watch the show.
Jeff was ecstatic about the new sexual energy that had developed in their relationship since that weekend afternoon in front of the mirror. What had been a mostly boring and predictable sex life had become more exciting than anything he had dreamed of. Whatever the cause– familiarity, job stress, or parental duties–their desire for each other had waned and he had resigned himself to the infrequent lights-out roll in the sack. But now, with Cindy at least as excited about sex as he was, their lovemaking had taken on a new flavor: an experimental air and an intensity that was totally new to him. He’d also become able to overlook or laugh at Cindy’s quirks that used to annoy him, and he’d noticed that she was much less critical recently, as well.
After a while, Cindy shifted and Jeff’s hand came to rest covering her breast. She reached to push it down, but he kept his hand there. “Jeff, the kids,” she whispered urgently. “Can’t you wait until later?”
“Honey, they’re watching the movie. Even if they looked this way they wouldn’t be able to see anything.” He was right. The kids were completely engrossed in the movie. She relaxed again against Jeff, enjoying the feel of his body and of his hand cupping her breast lightly. She jumped a little and shivered with pleasure when his fingers brushed over her nipple.
“Jeff…”
“Shhhhh. Watch the show.”
They sat holding one another, watching the movie and keeping an eye on the kids as the story unfolded. Jeff’s hand would be still for a while and then he’d move his fingers or squeeze gently. She turned to face him, putting the movie out of her mind. They kissed lightly, then more urgently as her nipple hardened under his touch. It was like high school again, making out in the back row of the movie theater, seeing how far they could go without being caught. She pushed one hand under his shirt to feel his skin, lightly raking her fingernails over his chest and stomach.
Cindy was a little surprised at how excited she was. She’d always liked the way Jeff touched her, but having to be quiet to avoid alerting the children to their activities–the danger of being discovered–added an unexpected thrill.
Jeff’s hands moved freely over her body as they sank into the love seat, kissing deeply. From time to time they’d pause to catch their breath, and Jeff would look up to check on the progress of the movie and to ensure that the kids were watching the TV and not their parents. Dee Dee, predictably, fell asleep within the first 30 minutes. Billy and Vicki, as usual, couldn’t tear their eyes from the screen.
Cindy placed her hand in Jeff’s lap, applying a little pressure to see if he was as aroused as she was. “Is that for me?”
“You know it is,” he whispered in her ear. “Just as soon as the movie’s over.” Jeff dropped his hand to her lap and lightly scratched her inner thigh under the shorts. Cindy clamped her legs together, trapping his hand.
“Not so fast, lover. Unless you’re planning on putting the kids to bed early.”
“No,” he said, pinching her nipple and kissing her to hide the gasp. “I think you need to wait a little longer.”
She chuckled. “Tease.”
“Uh huh.”
Momentarily satisfied, Jeff and Cindy sat back in the couch, holding each other with their heads together, watching the movie. Their hands weren’t still, though, continuing to explore the other’s body, or pausing to apply light pressure in those spots that all long-time lovers discover about each other. A small touch there accompanied by a nip on the ear or a nibble on the neck would bring memories flooding back, increasing the arousal of both.
Halfway through the movie, Cindy turned to Jeff and kissed him hard on the mouth. “Right back, honey. I need to pee,” she giggled.
“Hurry back,” Jeff said, taking the opportunity to shift in his seat to get more comfortable. He then reached into his shorts and adjusted his erection, which had become increasingly uncomfortable as he and Cindy continued to play. He smiled to himself and glanced at the TV to catch up on the movie’s progress. He was looking forward to getting the kids in bed so that he and Cindy could finish what they were starting here.
Billy stirred when he saw Cindy walk back into the room. “Mom, can I have more juice?”
“Me, too, Mother. And William, it’s ‘may I’”, said Vicki.
“Vicki, Vicki, Vicki,” responded Billy, sticking out his tongue at her. Vicki, surprisingly, ignored him and held her cup up to Cindy.
“Kids. If you don’t be quiet I’ll turn off the movie right now,” said Jeff.
Vicki looked over. “Sorry, Daddy.”
Cindy went to the kitchen for more juice and returned to the living room, passing out the cups and returning to sit next to Jeff. As she sat down, his hand slipped under the tail of her shirt to feel her warm soft skin. She put her hand on his as he caressed her stomach. “What do you think you’re doing?”
“Just trying to feel up the most beautiful woman in the world,” he whispered.
“Oh,” she said, turning her body to lie against him. “Then don’t let me stop you.” She released his hand and dropped her hand to his lap again.
Cindy reached under the leg of Jeff’s shorts, scratching his inner thigh with her fingernails. Jeff continued to caress her stomach, fingers lightly touching. She giggled when he poked his finger into her navel and then lightly circled it. Her fingers were making their way slowly up his leg and she smiled at the tension she could feel in his body.
As she reached the top of his leg, Cindy pressed herself against Jeff’s body and she kissed him, just a little brush across the lips at first and then a deep, probing kiss as she cupped her hand, lightly squeezing his balls through the tight fabric of his briefs. Jeff moaned his approval, returning the kiss thirstily and moving his hand up to caress her breast. He grunted in surprise when he discovered that she had removed her bra, and he wrapped his fingers around her protruding nipple. Cindy gasped, tightening her hold on him and arching her back.
It was Cindy’s turn to moan as Jeff explored her breasts, his fingers moving slowly over her soft skin, pausing to cup his hand and feel the weight, massaging gently and rolling her nipple between his fingers. She always lost her train of thought when he touched her that way, as though he was studying new territory. He’d move his hand slightly, press just so, and listen for her reaction before moving again. She knew from experience that his full attention was on her: her body pressing to his, the feel of her breasts in his hand, the reaction of her nipples to his fingers, and the taste of her kiss in his mouth. He responded to the lightest subtle shift of her body, placing his hand exactly where she wanted it. She broke the kiss and nuzzled his neck, pulling at his ear lobe with her lips and whispering her encouragement.
Struggling in their awkward position, checking on the kids again, Jeff reached down with his other hand and tickled the inside of Cindy’s thigh. “Yes,” she whispered in his ear, “touch me. I want you to feel how excited I am.” She then slid her hand further up the leg of his shorts, feeling the hard outline of his erection trapped between his stomach and his briefs. As Jeff’s fingers moved quickly under the leg of her shorts, Cindy found the small wet spot at the head of his cock and she smiled to herself.
Jeff got another surprise when he reached the top of Cindy’s leg and found that, not only had she removed her bra when she went to the bathroom, but her panties as well. He felt the thick curls of her pubic hair and her soft wet folds. She bit his ear lobe and purred into his ear when one finger separated her lips and slid slowly up to circle her clit. She thrust her pelvis forward, trapping his hand and moving side to side.
Her hand gripped and released his shaft in time with her movements, and her breathing increased. When Jeff turned his hand and slipped first one and then two fingers into her slick warm opening, she hissed in his ear, careful to be quiet so as not to disturb the children watching the movie. “Jeff, I’m so close,” she whispered, continuing to thrust against his hand, taking his fingers as deep as she could and squeezing them tight. The heel of his hand rubbed against her clit as she thrust.
Jeff held her as best he could, one hand on her breast, fingers toying with her nipple. The other hand was trapped between her legs, his fingers wriggling inside of her. Cindy kissed him urgently, mashing her lips against his and plunging her tongue into his mouth, stifling a cry in her throat and squeezing his shaft in her hand. With one final thrust, she buried his fingers deep and clenched around them, her body shaking. She bit her lip and whimpered in his ear, overcome with the intense pleasure of the moment.
Finished, she slumped against him, kissing his neck. Removing his hands, Jeff wrapped his arms around his wife and held her close, kissing the top of her head. “Thank you, sweetheart,” she said, her fingers tightening again around his hard shaft.
They held each other quietly, enjoying the closeness and kissing softly from time to time. Jeff kept an eye on the children and tried not to groan out loud when Cindy would stroke him through his briefs or tighten her grip and then release. “You’re such a tease,” he said, leaning down to kiss her forehead again.
“I know, darling. But you love it.”
Jeff chuckled softly and then gently pushed her away as the final credits began to roll. Dee Dee, of course, was fast asleep with her head in Vicki’s lap, and Billy was struggling to keep his eyes open in the big chair. Vicki, too, was barely awake. She smiled sleepily at Jeff as he stood and picked Dee Dee out of Vicki’s lap. “I’ll put Dee Dee down,” he said, hurrying out of the room. He didn’t need his children seeing the tent in his shorts when the lights came back on.
While Jeff cleaned up Dee Dee and changed her diaper, he could hear Cindy getting Vicki and Billy ready for bed. They were tired enough that they didn’t even have the energy to fight her instructions to brush their teeth, or to bicker with each other about the placement of the toothpaste tube, the strength of the water, or who’s splashing who with what. Bedtime, like almost any other time with three kids around, was usually chaotic. But tonight it was pleasant, and Jeff smiled as he finished with Dee Dee. “Good night, sweetie,” he said, kissing her and placing her gently in her crib. Dee Dee just smiled sleepily and rolled over to her side, curling up with her favorite blanket.
Passing Cindy in the hallway, Jeff ran his hand up her leg and patted her butt softly. Pausing to kiss her neck he whispered, “don’t be too long, love,” then hurried away before she could respond.
Cindy smiled, watching Jeff head towards the bedroom. She didn’t know exactly what was in store, but she was definitely looking forward to it. Five minutes later, Vicki and Billy were tucked into their beds, and Cindy went through the house turning off the lights, quickly straightening the living room, and making sure that the house was locked up for the night. She paused in the hallway outside her bedroom, listening to the quiet and reflecting on how fortunate she was to have such a wonderful family.
And then her mind turned to the possibilities that lay behind the closed bedroom door. Hand on doorknob, she turned, pushed, and walked in.
The first thing Cindy noticed when she entered the room was the smell of candles: a faint odor of sulfur from the match that Jeff had used to light them, and the sweet aroma of lavender; which Jeff knows is one of her favorite fragrances. Four candles sat on the headboard, their flickering flames causing light to jump and dance on the near wall, and their reflection in the mirror at the foot of the bed filling the room with a soft glow.
Jeff sat at the end of the bed naked, feet on the floor, looking into the mirror as his hand absently stroked his half-hard penis. He jerked his head up quickly when Cindy entered the room, a look of complete surprise on his face. He stopped stroking, pulled his hand away quickly and stuttered, “I uhhhh…”
“You what?” Cindy asked, as she entered the room fully, knocking the door with her hip to close it. Feeling for the handle, she pushed the lock and smiled over at Jeff. “You were … going to give me a show?” She faced him fully and smiled, raising her eyebrows and dropping her eyes to look into his lap.”
“Cindy, I don’t know if … I mean, it’s … I..” Jeff was obviously uncomfortable at the prospect of what Cindy had in mind. It showed not only in his incoherent speech, but also in the nervous twitch of his eyes, the way his shoulders slumped, and his inability to meet her gaze.
Cindy found this quite an odd turn of events. Whereas they didn’t have anything like a Dominant/submissive relationship, she was normally very submissive when it came to sex, always following Jeff’s lead. He was a considerate lover and, although they’d certainly become more experimental over the last few weeks, he’d never pushed her into anything that was uncomfortable. But now she found something that she really wanted, and to get it she would have to become the dominant partner.
Reminding him of their previous encounter in front of the mirror wouldn’t do it. Nor would pleading. To get what she wanted, she would have to excite him–to get him started and then make him forget about what he was doing.
Cindy took two steps away from the door, halving the distance between herself and her husband, who was still sitting naked on the bed with his eyes studiously avoiding hers. Lifting her hands to the top button of her shirt she said, “Jeff, look at me.”
Jeff looked up, his discomfort in meeting her eyes plain to see.
“I want to see you touch yourself, Jeff.” She slowly unfastened the top button of her shirt. “I want to watch your excitement. I want to see how you like to be touched so that I can please you better.” Her fingers slowly worked the second button on her shirt. “Touch yourself.”
Holding her eyes, acutely aware of her slow undressing but unable to look down, Jeff slowly moved his hand to wrap it lightly around his now-limp penis. He gave it a gentle squeeze, wondering if he’d be able to manage an erection, or if his fear would render him impotent. He wanted to please Cindy, but the idea of masturbating in front of her was so frightening.
“That’s right, Jeff,” Cindy said as she released the second button and spread the shirt. The tops of her breasts were clearly visible and she ran her fingers over the exposed skin. “What do you think about when you’re touching yourself?” She moved her fingers to the third button.
Jeff felt that familiar stirring in his groin as he held his wife’s eyes. He wanted to tear his eyes away and stare openly at her slow undressing, but he somehow knew that she wanted him to see her eyes. He knew also that she was in control now, and that he would do anything for her. He could feel the blood starting to flow, his shaft lengthening, becoming firmer in his hand.
Cindy, too, wanted to pull her eyes away and concentrate on Jeff’s lap: to watch closely his reaction to her teasing. She saw his shoulder move, and knew that he had given in to her request–that tonight she was in charge and he would do as she asked. She smiled and nodded her head; her full breasts pushing the shirt open as the third button was released. “Tell me, Jeff.” She reached up, hands cupping her covered breasts. “Tell me what you think about when you’re all alone, holding yourself like you’re doing now.”
Almost at full hardness now, Jeff stroked slowly up the length of his shaft. “I think of you.” His hand rolled over the bulging head and Cindy saw him shudder in pleasure. “I think about being with you,” he said, once again filling his hand and stroking down.
“What about me, Jeff?” Cindy was becoming very excited watching her husband begin to stroke himself and also feeling very charged by her control of this situation. She held her breasts more firmly and brought her fingers up to surround her nipples, feeling the hard nubs through the light material of her shirt. “What do you think about me?”
“I think about…” Jeff placed one hand on the bed and leaned back, giving himself a better angle. He stroked himself softly, slowly, pausing on each upstroke to squeeze the head and then pulling all the way down until just his thumb and forefinger were wrapped around the base. “I think about kissing you. About touching you.”
“Oh?” Cindy was beginning to really enjoy this game, and she pinched her nipples in her excitement. Jeff saw her eyes widen and her body tremble before she regained her composure. “Is that all? Where do you want to touch me, Jeff?” She lowered her fingers to the button just below her breasts. Two more and the shirt would be free.
“I build a,” Jeff began, and then shook when his hand rolled over the head of his cock. At full hardness now, he was beginning to lose his inhibitions. “…fantasy. I start by imagining us together, holding. Kissing. Like we always do.” He found it increasingly difficult to hold her eyes, wanting very much to look down, but holding her gaze because that’s what she wanted and tonight, she was in charge.
Cindy stood two paces from Jeff, still smiling and working the last button of her shirt. She saw in his eyes that he knew when she’d finally unfastened it, and she reveled in the power she had over him. She could see him wanting to look down–wanting to devour her with his eyes. “Don’t look away, Jeff. I want to watch your eyes,” she said as she slowly pulled her shirt open, baring herself from neck to waist. Shrugging the shirt off her shoulders, she let slide off her arms to the floor.
Jeff opened his eyes wide, as if doing so would enable him to see Cindy’s breasts more clearly. He stopped stroking for a moment and just wrapped his hand tightly around his shaft. “I think of touching your breasts. That always excites me to hear the way you sigh when my mouth closes over your nipple.” He released his shaft and wrapped his hand around the head of his cock, squeezing and thrusting.
Quickly closing the space between them, Cindy lifted her hands to hold her breasts in Jeff’s face. “These? You want to suck on these?” She brushed her nipples over his lips.
Jeff flicked his tongue out to touch her nipple, and reached up with his hand to hold her breast to his opening mouth. Cindy stepped back quickly, shaking her head. “Uh uh, lover. Mouth only. Your hand has other business.”
Jeff looked at her in surprise for a moment–long enough that Cindy was starting to think that maybe the game was over. But soon he relaxed and positioned his hand to resume the stroking.
Smiling again, Cindy stepped forward between his legs and offered him her breasts. Jeff opened his mouth and wrapped his lips around one nipple, sucking and swirling his tongue around it while his hand began to build a slow rhythm up and down the length of his shaft. “Yes, you do know how I like to be touched,” Cindy sighed.
Eye contact broken, Cindy looked down into Jeff’s lap, watching closely as his big hand moved up over the head of his cock and squeezed. She shifted slightly, keeping her eyes on his hand and turning her body so that Jeff could taste her other nipple. She was fascinated by the difference between how it looked with his hand rather than hers wrapped around that hardness. “Stroke yourself, Jeff. Imagine that it’s me touching you. That my hands are holding you and my mouth sucking.”
Jeff groaned and lifted off the bed again, thrusting his cock through his hand and then lowering himself back to the bed, leaving his hand in place so that the smooth hard shaft withdrew until once again his hand covered the head. Jeff was in the rhythm now, closing and opening his fist as he thrust, fucking his own hand and sucking on his wife’s nipples. All thoughts of embarrassment or of this being wrong had left his mind. He was concentrating on the sound of his wife’s voice in his ear and the taste of her nipples.
Cindy, too, was losing control. She had long fantasized about watching Jeff masturbate, but had never envisioned it quite this way. Nor had she expected that she would be as excited as she was now. Leaning forward to let her breasts fall in her husband’s face, she quickly unfastened the snap on her shorts and pushed them to the ground. Her movements were not lost on Jeff, who moaned loudly and opened his mouth to engulf one breast, his hand tightening around his cock.
Knowing that his wife was completely naked, and able to smell her arousal, Jeff wanted nothing more than to push her onto the bed and enter her quickly, burying himself deep within her velvet embrace. But he also knew that, although she wouldn’t say or even show it, she would be disappointed. She wanted to watch, just as he watched her in this same position three weeks before. Closing his eyes, he concentrated on her breast in his mouth and her sighs and moans of appreciation.
Her hands free, Cindy moved them down over her stomach, spreading her legs a bit further and pushing Jeff’s legs apart. She reached down between her legs, fingers lightly touching the soft petals of her lips, so damp now with her arousal. Between her husband’s mouth on her breasts, sucking and biting her nipples, the sight of him thrusting ever harder into his hand, and her fingers parting her lips to spread the moisture, it was all she could do to remain standing. Slipping one finger slowly into her wet channel, she moaned out loud and brought her legs quickly together.
Sensing that Jeff was close, and unable to maintain her position due to her own excitement, Cindy climbed onto the bed to kneel behind Jeff. She reached between her legs again and, with her lips at his ear she whispered, “and do you think of this?” She brought her hand around and rubbed her wet fingers over Jeff’s lips.
Jeff groaned loudly and thrust hard into his hand as he opened his mouth to suck his wife’s fingers. He was close now, thinking about nothing but reaching his climax. His hand moved more quickly up and down the full length of his cock, rolling the hand over the head and squeezing, the smell of his wife’s sex in his nose and the taste in his mouth as she brought her other hand up to his lips.
“Look into the mirror, Jeff,” Cindy growled in his ear. “Open your eyes and watch.” Her breasts pressed tightly against his back, Cindy watched Jeff open his eyes and capture her gaze in the mirror. He looked at his own face set in concentration, mouth partly open around his wife’s fingers, breathing in huge gasps. He dropped his eyes, watching his hand moving in the mirror, his cock disappearing and reappearing in his fist.
“That’s right, Jeff. I want to see.” Cindy dropped her hand and placed it lightly over his. “Do it, honey. Do it for me,” she said, flicking her tongue out and then biting and pulling on his ear lobe.
Jeff’s entire body went rigid and he lifted his butt violently off the bed, thrusting hard into his hand. He lifted his eyes, catching hers in the mirror. One quick jerk of his hand and another thrust, then two quick jerks and he closed his eyes, tightening the grip on his cock and yelling, “now” as the first stream of semen shot out of the tip, rising to splash against his chest. Cindy pressed herself against his back, eyes open in amazement, her hand following the movements of his as he thrust again and another stream burst forth to land on his stomach. Jeff’s body went slack and he loosened his grip, stroking more slowly, the remainder of his ejaculation drooling out of the tip, coating their hands and running down the length of his shaft.
With all the activity–the earlier encounter on the love seat as they watched the movie, the thrill of the power she held over Jeff as she seduced him into masturbating for her, the feel of his mouth on her nipples, and the incredible vision of him losing all control while she whispered commands into his ear–Cindy was so aroused that she could hardly sit still. She had her arms around her husband, her fingernails scratching his stomach and chest. He was leaning against her, slowly regaining control of his breathing, his mind still clouded and his body still twitching from the intensity of his orgasm.
But Cindy wanted more. Needed more. Her whole body was tingling. She was as excited as she had been before when their positions were reversed and it was Jeff whispering in her ear. She quickly moved from behind him, pushing him onto his back. She snuggled up to her husband on the bed, throwing one leg over his body and kissing him hard on the mouth. Jeff brought his arms up, lightly holding her with his hands on her back.
“Jeff, honey, that was beautiful,” she said, kissing harder and squirming against him. She wanted to let him rest, but she was just too needy. “But I need some help.”
Rolling over on top of him, Cindy straddled Jeff’s chest, her knees trapping his arms to his sides. She slowly slid forward, looking into his eyes, pleading for him to take care of her problem. As she got closer to his mouth, she reached down and spread her lips with her fingers.
Knowing what she wanted and happy to oblige, Jeff lifted his hands and grabbed Cindy’s ass, pulling her forcefully forward, burying his face between her legs, and extending his tongue to probe. “Jeff, don’t tease me. Just finish me. Now!” Needing no further encouragement, Jeff shifted his focus, wrapping his lips around Cindy’s engorged clit and sucking. Flicking his tongue over it, his hands holding her firmly to his face, fingers digging into the soft flesh of her buttocks.
Cindy let her body fall forward until her hands were on the bed. She squirmed on Jeff’s face, totally out of control now, a low moan building. Jeff continued the assault with his tongue, trying to keep his mouth on her as she wriggled and squirmed. He could feel her start to tremble, that low moan turning into a cry and then cut off as she buried her face in a pillow to keep her scream from waking the children.
Jeff held on as best he could through Cindy’s powerful climax, savoring the taste of his wife and reveling in the knowledge that he had brought her this pleasure. When she finished, she rolled over onto her back and lay there, panting. Looking dreamily at her husband, she opened her arms, inviting him to come cuddle.
Jeff crawled up the bed to lie beside his wife, draping one arm across her body. His head on the pillow was positioned so that his lips were right next to her ear. “You really liked watching me, didn’t you?”
Cindy shivered. “Uh huh.”
“I’m glad you encouraged me, because I wasn’t going to do it.”
She turned to kiss him. “Thank you for letting me.”
Jeff kissed her back. “Did you like being in control? Do I have to worry about whips and chains next time?”
“Jeff!” She slapped him playfully. “No. But it was fun telling you what to do and watching you do it.”
“Yes it was. But not every time, okay?”
“Of course not, sweetheart. I like the places you take us.”
“Goodnight, my love,” he said, tightening his arm briefly around her and kissing her neck.
“Goodnight, Jeff.”