He started to protest, “right here?,” he asked.
I pushed him down sitting on the bed.
“Right here, right now,” I smirked.
His cock was already half hard and I hadn’t done anything yet. I took his cock and studied it. I’d known Mark for four years, two of them married. Cocks always fascinated me. I loved the smooth skin. I’d fucked and sucked his cock many times, but I never tired of it. I admired it. It was average size, Well, from what I’d read. I’d only had two other lovers and one was about the same and one was larger. Truthfully I didn’t notice a lot of difference between sizes.
As I looked at it I breathed on it. I could feel the blood rush to it as it started getting harder. I gave him my vixen smile as I wrapped my lips around it.
“Mmmm…,” I cooed as I slowly slid my lips down the shaft.
Now, fully hard, I pulled my lips off it. There was a drop of precum on the tip. Holding his cock with one hand I used my other hand to wipe off the precum with my fingertip. I held my finger up to my eyes. I love cum. I love playing with it, the taste of it, the feel of it.
Keeping eye contact with a Mark, I brought my finger to my lips and traced them with the cum on my finger. Then I licked my lips clean. When I was done I opened my mouth and used my tongue to lick the remaining cum off my fingertip. Then I made a show of sticking my finger in my mouth and sucking it clean.
“You are so hot,” said Mark.
Hot? Was hot his new word? I was thrilled.
“Too hot?” I teased.
“No such thing,” he replied.
“Good,” I said. “I like being hot.”
I lowered my mouth back on his cock and sucked it. I’m no deep throat queen, but I did pretty well. I had as much as I could in my mouth as I worked my hand up and down the shaft.
It felt delicious. Here I was, topless, in a boat, sucking my man’s cock. I felt sexy, but dirty sexy. I loved it.
He wasn’t complaining either.
“You like that baby,” I cooed.
“Mmmmm Yes,” he moaned.
I got into it in my head. I wanted to be dirty.
“You like your hot little wife sucking you on Paul’s boat?” I teased.
“Yes,” was all he managed.
“You like that anyone passing by could see your wife’s tits?” I went on. “What do you think they were thinking. Did you think they wanted to see more?” Then I thought, “What about Paul? Think he liked seeing my tits.”
Between words I stroked his shaft and would alternate between sucking him and talking.
“Yes,” was all he again said.
Just then there were footsteps on the stairs. I looked. There was Karen.
“Sorry, I just wanted to use the head,” she giggled. “Don’t stop because of me.”
I laughed and, locking eyes with Karen, took Mark’s cock back between my lips.
“Nice,” she said.
Mark just had a shocked look in his eyes. He didn’t lose his hard on though.
I thought back to Mark’s desire for me to show off. Well, this was certainly showing off. I was enjoying it and from the feel of his cock, so was Mark.
Boats aren’t very big below deck. I was kneeling in the middle of the walkway. To get to the head Karen had to step over me.
She stepped over my legs and then stopped. She turned her body and, laughing, shook her tits in Mark’s face.
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