Chapter 49: 69ing My Husband

69ing My Husband - Wednesday, April 1, Evening

I slipped my key into the lock just after eight, the apartment still humming with the faint scent of the dinner I’d left warming on the stove. The moment I stepped inside, David’s voice drifted from the living room.

“Mary? That you, love?”

“Mm-hmm.” I kicked off my heels and padded toward him, already feeling the familiar throb between my thighs. My clit-cock had been half-hard since lunch, and the sight of my husband sprawled on the couch in nothing but gray sweats made it twitch harder.

He looked up from his tablet, eyes darkening the second they landed on the way my blouse clung to my breasts. “Long day?”

“Longer now that I’m home and you’re dressed like that.” I crossed the room, straddling his lap without waiting for an invitation. The hard ridge of his cock pressed up against my soaked panties, and I rolled my hips once, slow and deliberate.

David’s hands slid under my skirt, cupping my ass. “Emily’s working late again?”

“Yeah.” I leaned in, brushing my lips over his ear. “Which means we have the place to ourselves.”

He groaned, fingers tightening. “Fuck, I’ve been thinking about your mouth all day.” I smiled against his skin. “Then let’s not waste time.”

We moved to the bedroom in a tangle of limbs and half-removed clothes. By the time we hit the mattress, my blouse was open, bra pushed up, and David’s sweats were somewhere on the floor. His cock stood thick and flushed, a bead of pre-cum already glistening at the tip.

I swung around, settling my pussy over his face while I wrapped my fingers around his shaft. “I want us both to come in each other’s mouths tonight.”

“God, yes.” His tongue dragged up my slit, parting my folds, and I shivered. My own clit-cock bobbed above his chest, leaking steadily now. I lowered my head and took him in, lips stretching around the crown, tongue swirling over the sensitive underside.

David moaned into my cunt, the vibration traveling straight to my core. I sank lower, taking more of him, until the head nudged the back of my throat. My hips rocked against his mouth, chasing the pressure of his tongue as it circled my clit before dipping lower to tease my entrance.

I pulled off his cock with a wet pop, stroking him fast. “You taste so good, baby. I want every drop.”

He answered by sucking my clit-cock between his lips, hollowing his cheeks. The sudden heat made my hips jerk. I dove back down, swallowing him to the root, nose pressed to his balls. We moved together like that—sucking, licking, swallowing each other’s pre-cum—until the room filled with the obscene sounds of our mouths working.