He didn’t know if the moaning came from his throat or from down below. He decided it didn’t matter. What the unseen mouth was doing down there felt damn good. He knew he’d found Peggy. He’d thought she might be out here somewhere.
His wife was one hell of a good cocksucker although she’d learned it virtually from scratch since they got married. He chuckled to himself, remembering their first few uncertain attempts to perform oral sex on one another. It had been fun though…lots of breathless giggles from her and hearty guffaws from him.
Peggy’s mouth was a volcanic cavern of pleasure for him. Her tongue slathered all around the helmet-shaped head and probed into the sensitive region beneath. It felt sooooo good. Backing off slightly, Peggy adjusted her grip on Kyle’s shaft and came back with her head angled slightly to take more of him inside. Kyle hissed in appreciation as he felt his prick slide down his wife’s throat. She only did that occasionally. Usually she couldn’t get her throat relaxed enough. When she had a few drinks though…
“Oh God, Peggy,” Kyle whispered. “That feels so damn good.” The woman stopped abruptly and let Kyle’s penis slip from between her lips.
“Hmmmmmm?” she said slowly.
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Ann was late. Not much, just ten minutes or so, but it was an eternity for Kyle. He’d been waiting inside the café where they’d agreed to get together, his fingers drumming on the table as he contemplated the possibility she wouldn’t show. They’d only been meeting for a couple of weeks. He wasn’t sure how Ann really felt about their series of secret rendezvous. If he was nervous, she probably was too. They both had a lot to lose and neither seemed to know what to do about this thing. It was dangerous to get together like this, but they just had to.
She arrived in a rush, flushed with the fast walk inside from her car and smiling happily at seeing him stand to greet her. She kissed his cheek and received a chaste peck in return. They were in public after all. They were more than good friends but public displays of affection were foreign to both of them. She chatted enthusiastically about what to eat for dinner while she spread samples of a circular over the table for him to see. They settled on one printed on light blue construction paper.
They picked over the remains of the salmon entrée and steamed vegetables. The supposed reason for their meeting having been disposed of, they became awkward with each other. Neither wanted to broach the subject that was really the reason for coming here tonight, but the light had gone out of Ann’s eyes. They couldn’t avoid the topic any longer.
“Ann,” Kyle said softly, “we gotta tell them…we can’t go on this way. They’re going to find out sooner or later, you know. If they find out by themselves, it’s not going to make things any better–it’ll just make things worse.” He looked down into his coffee cup, wishing it were a crystal ball that could tell him what to do about this thing that had come between him and his best friend’s wife. There were no solutions in the dregs of the strong brew that he could see.