Page 56 of Two Friends in Marriage
Yeah, you’re an idiot.
I try to shut up that voice in my head.Everyone makes mistakes sometimes.It’s fine.But I hate that I made Jane uncomfortable and she started freaking out.
I’m oddly touched that she lets herself freak out in front of me now.She doesn’t normally do that with her friends, and I’m sure she doesn’t do it with her family.
I still want to give her father a piece of my mind.It’s rare for me to feel anger toward someone—and I’ve never even met him.Usually, my anger is directed inward.But he didn’t show up to his daughter’s wedding.The bar is so low.I think I may have apologized more for doing laundry incorrectly than he apologized for missing the wedding.
I’m filled with restless energy.I feel the need to do something with it, but as I sit up, Jane pulls me back down.I roll over to face her.She has a little sleep in her eyes and her hair is mussed—I think she looks lovely.
“Morning,” she mumbles.
I’m overwhelmed by feelings that I don’t want to think about too much.I’m afraid to put them into words.She strokes her hand down my side, and I start to get hard.
“Not itchy this morning?”I ask.
“Nope.”
When she puts her hand on my inner thigh, I spring into action.I don’t need to take off my glasses because I didn’t even have a chance to put them on.I lean forward and kiss her; her body molds itself against mine.
For a split second, I feel like I’m watching this unfold from a distance.Because it’s difficult to believe this is actually happening tome.How did I get so lucky?
She flips us over, and once she’s seated on top of me, she whips her shirt over her head, and I cup her breasts.She dips her head to claim my mouth, then shifts her lips to my neck, moving down to my nipple next.She takes it into her mouth and nibbles lightly.
“Do you like that?”she asks.
“Yes,” I groan.
She does it to the other nipple, then reaches between my legs and strokes behind my balls; I arch against her.She keeps moving down my body, licking a trail to my bellybutton; my skin feels cooler in the wake of her tongue.All my attention is focused on where she’s touching me—and where she just touched.
I slide my hand through her hair, careful not to tug because I know she doesn’t like that.She, however, scrapes her fingernails down my lower back, then lifts my hips toward her mouth as she takes my cock between her lips.
In an instant, I’m completely hard.
Jane sucks me nearly to the base before releasing me with apop.She gives me a few tugs and laps up my precum.I groan both at the sensation as well as the image of her bent over me, her tongue peeking out from between her lips.She’s gorgeous.Her brows are drawn together, as though she’s concentrating very hard on her task.
Needing to touch her, I sit up.She releases me again, and I turn her onto her back and slip my fingers between her legs.She’s incredibly wet for me, and I add to her wetness by giving her a long, slow lick.I make sure I’m not too forceful on her clit; she doesn’t like that.I curve one finger toward me as I lick her gently.She makes a sound I can’t describe in the back of her throat, and I can feel her flex her legs.She doesn’t allow many people to see her like this, and I can’t help feeling special.
Spurred on by her soft sounds, I pick up my pace, and she grips the sheets.I glance up at her pretty parted lips and move my hand in the way she seems to like the best.She comes undone, clenching around my finger.
Afterward, she lies limp in bed, and for a moment, I wonder if this is it for her.If so, that’s okay.I can get myself off, and it won’t take long.But then she pushes me onto my stomach and lies on top of me.She rolls her hips against mine, pressing me against the bed, and it feels so good to be underneath her like this.She reaches for my cock and starts jerking me off, and I lift my hips to give her better access.Her other hand moves to my ass.She gives me a light smack.
“Harder?”she asks.
“Yes,” I say.“Please.”
Her next smack is a little harder, enough to make it sting for a few seconds.The sort of sting that can make you forget, however briefly, about everything—especially when your wife is jacking you off at the same time.I thrust against her hand, against the mattress, not really thinking about what I’m doing, just needing to move.She spanks me again, and I swear I’m about to lose my mind.She leans forward and nibbles on my earlobe, the slightest brush of teeth against my skin.Pulling my hair, she turns my head to the side, and my lips immediately find hers.We kiss urgently.I want to live in this moment forever, but I also want to…
“I’m almost…” I begin.
I’m not sure if I expect her to turn me over so I don’t make a mess of the bed, but she doesn’t, and I’m beyond caring.How can I?All that matters is her touch, her quickening pace on my cock.
She slaps my ass one more time and…God.I jerk against her hand and come on the sheets with a satisfied growl, pouring out everything I can’t put into words.
Gentler now, she rolls me onto my back and lies next to me.
“Was that good?”she asks.
I laugh because it seems like such a ridiculous question, and I’m sometimes giggly after an orgasm anyway.But perhaps she really is unsure.“It was great.Luckily, I was planning to do laundry today.”
