“You’re right – I’m sure you’re right. I bet he’s been wanting more for ages,” she looked down at her hands, tensely clutching the blanket.
“Hey,” I laughed, “he doesn’t seem like a husband who’s been particularly deprived in the sex area either, so I wouldn’t stress it. But if there are things you want to try with him…” I looked away for a moment as my heart thumped hard, “…or with me – or whatever. Well, you should feel okay talking about it.” My mind began to stray to all the possibilities I had been fantasising about for months if not years. Was she thinking about strap-ons, perhaps? I’d always wanted to experiment with them but had never found an interested partner. The thought of fucking her with a strap-on, maybe while she sucked her husband off or…other combinations began to unfold in my mind.
A quick sideways hug from Liane brought my attention back to her. She had released her death grip on the blanket and seemed more relaxed. She let out a big sigh. “Ok,” she said. “First off – have you ever given a blow job?”
Now, sitting at the kitchen table, I chuckled quietly at the memory. I had tried to control my obvious surprise at the naïveté of the question as well as the nervous bubble of laughter that had threatened to burst from my mouth. After a deep calming breath, I had told her that yes, I had some experience in that realm. This led her to confession that she had never really given one before – not start to finish. She hadn’t avoided it for the stereotypical reason that she thought it was gross. On the contrary, she had no issue with having a cock in her mouth. But she was worried she would give a bad blowjob and was too scared to try. That, and she didn’t know what she was supposed to do when he ejaculated.
We came up with a plan for the afternoon.
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Matt was lying on his back on the bed, naked, with a blindfold, exactly has he had been instructed. Liane thought the blindfold might help with her inhibitions – at least somewhat – and the plan was to leave the lights on so she could see what I was doing. She had given him an overview of the plan and said he was “keen”. I chuckled to myself in recollection. Yes, men are generally pretty keen when offered a blowjob.
The dark blue drapes of the master bedroom were drawn, keeping out the afternoon sun as well as any potentially prying eyes, I supposed. Liane was standing nervously to one side of the bed, wringing her hands and darting wide eyes from me to her husband, who was clearly enjoying the anticipation, judging from the semi-hardness of his penis. She was wearing a long button down shirt though I wasn’t sure if she had anything on underneath it.
Well, I thought. First we have to get her relaxed.
I walked over to her and took both of her hands. I kissed her gently on the lips (I could get used to this, I thought) and asked, “You all set? Just like we discussed. I’ll take the lead.” I stroked her blonde hair lightly with one hand, letting it trail down her shoulder and arm, barely brushing the side of her breast.