by K. Anderson
By this point he had swirled her hair around his fingers and was tugging on it slightly, gasping and breathless as he moaned out her name. Perhaps his last wife hadn’t liked giving blowjobs. Some women didn’t.
Once she had a good three or four inches of him in her mouth and the base covered with her hand, she began to stimulate him with her tongue.
She flattened it out against the side of his length, then started to swish it back and forth a little. That got an even greater reaction, as did her next move – starting to actually bob up and down around the cock. It slid easily in and out of her mouth, now lubricated nicely with her spit. She swished and swirled her tongue back and forth at the same time as applying pressure with her lips.
Carl tugged on her hair some more and his moans got louder. She felt him give a little twitch in his thighs and he almost bucked her hips into her mouth, so she pressed down with her palms to keep him steady and still, wanting to remain in control for a little while longer before she allowed him to go mad with her.
She twisted her hand around, manipulating and pleasuring that bottom part of his shaft at the same time as blowing him, and her other hand came up to cup his balls and massage them gently, ensuring that he got pleasure from all angles.
Anna closed her eyes and moaned softly around his length, her lips vibrating and sending tingles right through him, eliciting another gasp. She was starting to enjoy this a lot. The taste and size of him in her mouth was even better than she’d been hoping for, and she was already looking forward to getting his sweet load right down her throat.
Now that her throat was starting to relax, she knew she could take more of him in, so she moved a couple of fingers away from his base to reveal his extra inches, and began to bob up and down with renewed enthusiasm, loosening off the grip with her lips and just letting him slide right down the back of her throat.
At first, she gagged and choked. Her eyes began to water and drip down her cheeks, and she was making some obscene noises as he slipped in and out, but she could take it, and she enjoyed it, especially when her throat bulged with his length and she could feel him hit and bruise her, knowing that it would probably hurt to swallow for a couple of hours afterwards.
Carl’s moans got louder and louder; and his physical reactions more difficult to manage. He twisted her hair around and pulled on it, and his other hand squeezed her shoulder, his fingers digging in a little and his hips starting to wriggle and want to move again. This time, she didn’t push back down on his thighs and she didn’t force him to stay still.
She stopped what she was doing and looked up at him with wide, watering eyes, barely able to see through the tears.
Then she removed her hands from his thighs and placed them behind her back like an obedient submissive, giving him a small nod of her head, anticipating what he would do next.
“Oh God, Anna,” he groaned and grabbed the back of her head with both hands, holding her in place as he began to buck up furiously into her mouth.
She gave him the full control at that point, her eyes half closing and her head kept still by his tight grip as he ploughed into her again and again, her cheeks hollowing out and her jaw slackening and loosening off so that he could easily pound into her throat.
Her sloppy choking sounds filled the room and her eyes streamed again.
Her hands were behind her back but she brought them round to the front now and quickly undid her own pants, pushing one hand inside her panties and beginning to touch herself in time to the thrusts he was making in her mouth, knowing that she wouldn’t last very long at all once she started.
She was already soaking wet down there and would definitely need a change of panties after this, but it seemed that Carl wasn’t going to last for much longer either. After giving a few gasping moans of pleasure, his face twisted up and he gave a final cry as he slammed into her mouth all the way, his balls hitting her chin as he ejaculated down her throat. He was so far down by that point, filling her up so completely, that she didn’t even taste him as he emptied himself. It simply slid right down and, as he pulled back a couple of inches to allow her to breathe, she was able to swallow and get the rest of it as he continued to empty out his entire load.
She got the tingly aftertaste on her tongue and a few last drips that were attached to the tip of his member as he pulled out, and she lapped them up eagerly, swallowing them all down along with the rest of it.
Meanwhile, her two fingers were going ten to the dozen down below, and blurring over her clit as fast as possible, soon bringing herself to a climax too merely a few seconds after Carl’s.
Her mouth still filled with him, she moaned around him and twitched a little, her body trembling with pleasure as she slowly pulled back and released him from her mouth, panting and shivering from her own climax as well as the satisfaction that came with having sucked his bone clean dry.
“Oh my word, Anna, that…. that was…. ah…” Carl could barely form a sentence as he slowly released his tight grip on her head and gently ran his fingers through her hair. “Incredible.”
“Thank you,” she smiled, blushing a little.
“Come here…let me…let me help you up…” He reached down and tucked his hands under her shoulders, pulling her up off the floor and into his lap, wrapping his arms right around her and giving her a tight but tender hug.
Chapter Seven
The two of them sat like that for the next five minutes, just curled up in each other’s embrace until finally they found it in themselves to move, mustering up enough energy to get up off the couch.
Carl pulled his pants back up and tucked himself away, then took hold of her hand and led her through to the kitchen so they could choose something to eat. It was way past dinner time and they were both ravenous after their unplanned sex session.
They took a bunch of ingredients out of the fridge and set them down on the counter, then Anna sat at the breakfast bar and watched Carl cook, while they talked about Jason and how Carl wanted him to be brought up.
“I want to send him to a good school…”
“You’ve been thinking about schools already? Wow.”
“Yeah well, you’ve got to these days. It all depends on where you live, y’know? You can only get into certain schools if you live in certain areas, like, near enough to that school for it to be considered your local.”
Anna nodded. “Yeah, I guess so. Would you consider moving house then? Just to get him into the right school, I mean?”
“I would do, yeah,” he nodded and flipped some chicken around in the pan as it fried and sizzled gently. “To be honest, I’d consider moving from here anyway, regardless of schools. I mean, this place has a lot of memories…not all good ones…”
“Because of Sarah…” Anna mumbled hesitantly, not knowing how much Carl wanted to talk about her. She was intrigued to know more about their relationship, about what had happened, but she didn’t want to push him or drag up any old memories that would upset him.
“Yeah. I mean, this was where she died…y’know…right here in this house.”
“Oh gosh. That must be so hard, I’m sorry. To carry on living here and see it every day.”
“Yeah…” Carl frowned and then concentrated on his cooking for a while, the conversation falling silent until he spoke up again a few moments later. “I’m just glad it happened before Jason got older, y’know? When he was still a kid and too young to remember. If he’d seen something like that…if he’d have been the one to find her, and he’d remembered it, it would have scarred him for life.”
Now Anna was even more intrigued and she wasn’t sure how much longer she could last without knowing the truth. “How…how did she die?” she asked, very quietly, then quickly added, “If you don’t want to talk about it, that’s totally OK, by the way.”
“No, it’s fine,” Carl shook his head and turned to look at her. “I’m going to have to tell you at some point so…it might as well be now seeing as we’re on the subject. She uh�
�Sarah had a lot of problems. She was…well…essentially she was a drug addict. She was a casual user when I met her and that was fine, but it started getting worse and it turned into a problem. I thought it would stop after Jason was born, but it didn’t. I still loved her though…I loved her with all my heart and I was fully willing to stand by her and support her and ….” He cut himself short and then frowned. “Sorry. This is getting completely off topic. You asked me how she died, not for some long sob story.”
“Oh gosh no, please, carry on, sob away, really,” she insisted with a gentle smile. “I’m sure it’s all relevant. Was…was it drugs?”
He nodded and sniffed a little, rubbing the back of his neck with one hand. “Yeah, it was a kind of more than that though. She’d gotten herself into financial trouble with a dealer. I didn’t even know about it. She’d hid it from me. But then, when I came home…when I found her…she was all beat up, almost beyond recognition…her face was all swollen and bruised and…yeah it was uh…pretty disturbing to say the least. I thought she’d been beaten to death. I thought that was how she’d died, but it turned out it was a drugs overdose on whatever cocktail she’d been taking. She was on all kinds by that point apparently, once again, the half of which I didn’t even know about. I felt like such a bad husband. She’d been keeping so much from me and I’d just been living my life oblivious. I didn’t realize how bad it had gotten.”
“Woah woah, that is totally not your fault and doesn’t make you a bad husband at all,” Anna interrupted, holding up her hands. “Addicts are really good at hiding things. They become like, experts at it. Trust me, I know. My brother was an addict and uh…yeah, I dunno what’s even happened to him but he went to live in San Francisco and lost contact with the whole family. He could be dead too for all I know…” She sighed a little sadly then shook her head. “But this isn’t about me, I’m so sorry…”
“No, I’m sorry about your brother,” Carl reached for her hand and gave it a little squeeze. “And thank you for being so understanding.”
“Goodness though, that must have been just terrible. But you’re not a bad person or a bad husband, Carl, far from it. You supported her when a lot of people would have just walked out and left.”
He nodded a little and looked down. “I just wish I could have helped her.”
“Come here…” She jumped up off the breakfast bar stool and wrapped her arms around him. “Thanks for sharing with me. That must have been tough to talk about.”
“It’s the first time I’ve really talked about it since it happened,” he admitted, hugging her back. “Even at the funeral I…I couldn’t really face talking about it.”
“Did any of her family come? Did any of them know about this?”
“No. She didn’t have any family, as far as I know. It was just her. She’d lost touch with them when she was a teenager and left home. Fell out about things. They were strict Christians and she’d decided she was an atheist so, y’know how that goes.”
“Yeah, I guess so,” she frowned, then sighed a little sadly.
“Still,” he shrugged. “Enough of that now. Dinner’s ready.”
Chapter Eight
He plated up the food and carried it over to the dining table. Anna got up off the breakfast bar and went to join him, and the two of them sat and ate together hungrily in silence.
“That orgasm definitely gave me an appetite,” Carl said with a chuckle.
“Yeah, me too,” she agreed.
“I actually wasn’t expecting you to make a move that quickly into your stay.”
“I wasn’t either,” she admitted with a blush. “I swear I’m not normally like that it’s just…I felt like I knew you really well before I even came here, with us having talked online all week.”
“Yeah, I felt the same. Not to mention the fact that you’re gorgeous.”
“So are you,” Anna chuckled.
“I’m glad we did it.”
“Me too.”
“I’m not going to rush you into sex though,” he added. “Just…whenever you’re ready. There’s no need to rush.”
“I agree,” she smiled and tentatively reached for his hand, holding it for the rest of the meal.
Carl stayed true to his word about not rushing her, but it was still only a further twenty-four hours before anything else happened between them.
That night, she moved her stuff from the spare room into the master, and they slept together in the same bed for the first time. Nothing sexual went on; just kisses and cuddles, and they slept curled up in each other’s arms for most of the night, until Jason woke them at around 4am for a feed.
This time, Anna got up and helped Carl with it, wanting to take more responsibility for the child, even doing the feed herself, then putting him back down to sleep in the crib. When the young boy woke again at half past six, Anna insisted that Carl stay in bed and get some rest, and that she would deal with it all on her own.
It was a bit of a challenge, but she rose to it and enjoyed it, bonding with little Jason and rocking him back to sleep while singing him a soft nursery rhyme, the child clinging to her shirt with his tight little fist.
By the third day, a firm bond was already starting to form between the two of them, and quite often, Jason would reach out his tiny arms for Anna instead of Carl, a fact that Carl was delighted about rather than hurt or jealous, happy that Anna and Jason were getting on so well together.
They went for another walk in the stroller that day, leaving Carl to get on with some work in the afternoon. This time, Anna took him a little further and they went to the park. She took him to see the ducks and threw them some bread while Jason watched and giggled, shaking his rattle and Anna was the sole person in charge of his feeds and diaper changes for the whole day. She relished the job and had already begun to love and dote on the child as if it was her own. He was adorable and very sweet, and really not that much trouble at all. It was hard not to love him.
That night, after they’d finished eating dinner and had been curled up on the couch together watching a horror movie, it happened.
They started off with kissing, their tongues clashing with one another’s as Anna rolled over and swung her legs round to sit on his lap. Then Carl was pushing his hands up his top in a way he had never done before, possessing her, loving on her. And Anna suddenly needed him more than ever.
“Can…can we go upstairs?” She asked hesitantly.
He didn’t have to ask her what for. He knew she wasn’t planning on sleeping, and she was pretty sure she could already feel his erection through his pants.
He nodded quickly and she leapt up off his lap, taking hold of his hand as he got to his feet and began to lead her up the stairs to the bedroom.
Anna could already feel the excitement and tension building in her body as they went up the stairs together, interlocking their fingers together and squeezing at his hand. She was nervous, but she definitely wanted it, especially after she knew how big he was, how good he tasted.
As soon as they got into his bedroom and he closed the door behind them, she placed both her hands on his shoulders and pushed him up against the door. Her confidence had definitely grown around him over the past few days and she felt able to take control now and get what she wanted, especially after she’d heard him moan for more when she’d been giving him that blowjob. She knew what he liked and she knew how to give it to him. That gave her a definite feeling of power and control that she enjoyed relishing in occasionally.
He gave a soft grunt of surprise and looked down at her, his eyes sparkling with excitement.
“You’re so amazing,” he murmured. “I’ve been waiting so long for this moment.”
“So have I. Well, we managed to last three days, I guess,” she giggled and blushed.
“I can’t help it if you’re so darn attractive. I’ve been trying so hard to be a gentleman about this,” he chuckled, looking into her eyes.
“You are a gentleman. You’re a perfect gentleman.
Now make me scream.” She said the sentence in all seriousness, then laughed a little afterwards, knowing how cheesy and ridiculous it sounded.
He gave a small laugh too and leaned down to kiss her, their lips crashing together in an eager, messy embrace, their tongues immediately coming out to clash in one another’s mouths and explore the new territory.
His hands ran up and down her body, round to the front and tugging on the buttons of her blouse. She stepped back from the kiss to quickly start undressing, and Carl did the same, the two of them just sort of staring at each other hotly, looking in each other’s eyes as they stripped off.
Anna couldn’t hold the gaze for long, however. Soon, her eyes flitted down to Carl’s chest as he slipped off his shirt, taking in the sight of his muscles and toned body. He was gorgeous…perfect. Not too muscular, but not too skinny either. Just right. Amazing contours. She shuddered a little and bit her lip.
The night before, he’d slept in a T-shirt and shorts and had got changed for bed while she’d been in the bathroom. She hadn’t had the chance to see him properly, but now, looking at him like this underneath his clothes for the first time, she found herself staring in amazement and hunger, her eyes eagerly taking it all in, drinking in the sight of him.
“Am I OK?” He asked hesitantly.
“You’re more than OK…you’re amazing.”
“Thank you,” he blushed slightly then reached out both hands to undo her bra and slip it gently off her shoulders, revealing her pert breasts underneath.
Then it was Carl’s turn to stare. His eyes widened and he ogled her for a good while before taking one hand and placing it over her left breast, giving it a small squeeze, then his other hand over her right breast and joining in with the squeezing, moaning quietly under his breath. “You’re the perfect one.”
She felt her cheeks heating up and she stood on her tip toes to give him a little kiss on the lips; a little kiss that went on for a while longer than she intended, with Carl now taking control and holding both her arms, swinging her round and walking her over to the bed as he continued to kiss her.
