Reaching the TV afforded her the opportunity to bend over. She could feel William’s gaze on her ass.
She was not naked, but in fact nudity might have been kinder, might not have given William the same teasing, perfectly manicured vision to deal with as Karla took her time fiddling with the controls on the screen. The lingerie she wore was new, bought especially for this day, though she didn’t intend to be wearing it for long. Dark reds and blacks brought out the creamy white of her skin, masking just enough of her fun parts to tease, yet revealing enough to make the eye hunger for more. Karla had thought it somewhat vain to ogle herself, but standing in front of the mirror in this underwear had been rather… spellbinding, in a way.
William’s lust was like a physical sensation on her, a warm tingling that traveled up and down her spine, and Karla smiled with her back to him to feel it. When the screen sprang to luminous life she turned back to him, now able to see the sheer absorption in her husband’s eyes as he looked upon her, which only buoyed her spirits higher. She had him, had him in the palm of her hand; gone was the disinterested husband of old, the man who had replaced him was, in some ways, almost unrecognizable. Perhaps it was the time away that was responsible, three weeks apart and, indeed, alone may have built up the kind of sexual tension that Karla needed from him. She supposed it didn’t matter, ultimately: what mattered is what happened next.
On screen, the movie began to play. A woman with pale skin and dark hair like Karla’s own knelt in the center of the frame, two men standing over her.
Time to dance…
William had looked away from her for the first time since walking in the door, his eyes drifting to the screen and the manifold interesting visuals playing out therein. That distraction afforded Karla the chance to return to her husband’s side, sliding up beside him as the action began on screen. The woman in the movie had very quickly found her mouth full of some particularly interesting male body parts, and the attention-grabbing nature of this was such that it was only when Karla settled down on the couch and actually touched William that his gaze shifted back to her, questioning in his eyes.
‘It’s been a while since we’ve done something like this,’ Karla said by way of explanation, shrugging her bare shoulders in a way that brought his attention back to her body. ‘Just go with it, baby. Let me take care of you…’
She curled herself up beside him, legs pulled in close, her arms around her husband, body angled in just the right way so as to direct him back to the screen; on it, the actress was transferring her mouth from one meaty stunt-cock to the other, with every indication that she was enjoying herself immensely. The volume had been turned down sufficient to ensure that the sounds of enthusiastic fellatio remained within the living room itself, but they filled up the space as William looked on, seemingly entirely wrapped up in what he was seeing. Karla wondered, tracking the fingers of one hand playfully down his stomach en route to his pants, how much porn Will had even watched; he was a man, obviously the number was not zero, but was he familiar with it? What did he like? How much of it did he consume in a given week? When he acted so distantly around his wife, was it because he had taken care of himself earlier in front of a screen?
It struck Karla then that, for all the things Will didn’t know about her sexual wants, there was an equal amount she did not know about his. All that would have to change, going forward. She would make sure of that.
William didn’t so much as look down, as Karla found his fly and pulled it open, until his cock was in her grasp, already coming to life in his pants, the thickening shaft pulsing slightly in her hand. He looked down then, before locking eyes with his wife, whose liquid gaze brought him right back to the screen, watching the movie as she did her work, taking care of him just as she had promised. Light, teasing strokes followed, her fingers running from the base of him to the tip, guiding him with a gentle touch to the sort of hardness that she desired. In no time at all, Will was hard and ready for what Karla had planned.
Without a word, she bent herself down into his lap, her mouth enveloping his cock as, on screen, two men enjoyed the same treatment.
William gasped, warm sensation striking him suddenly. Karla bobbed her head slightly, focusing her initial attentions on his tip and a scant few inches of his shaft, merely a prelude of what was to come. Still, it provoked the reaction she was searching for, his purple head throbbing and expanding in her mouth, as Karla put her newly honed oral skills to use. She pushed herself a little further, then a little further still, a sort of progressive oral worship that she could tell right away was strongly appreciated, drawing a soft, delightful moan from her husband’s throat. Karla shivered, and let her tongue extend and push against the underside of his shaft, as if to reward him; she liked his more obvious displays of enjoyment, rare as they had been before today, and any time that William chose to be receptive was a good time as far as Karla was concerned.
The man she was with was still reachable, receptive to her if she attempted to seduce him, and that was a good feeling to have after so much distance between them. She took him deeper, able to slide her mouth all the way down to his base, the tip of his cock slipping into the back of her throat; when she gagged, the sound was almost sensual, signaling a loss of control, taking to her newfound sexuality with abandon. To Karla’s delight, William not only gasped at the clenching of her throat around him, but moved to hold her down for a moment, his hand in her hair the first overt signal of his wants she had received in a long time.
In response, Karla allowed herself to be held down perhaps longer than she might have otherwise done, only coming up for as long as it took to regain her breath before diving back down on her husband’s shaft, fucking her throat with his erection, for his pleasure. Her ears filled with Will’s groans, the sound of them far more penetrating even than the pornographic, wanton noises coming from the TV- where the porn star of the moment was being bounced up and down in the lap of one of her co-stars, both hands wrapped tightly around the erection of the other- and strangely, Karla felt herself growing wetter from that than she ever had from the porn she had consumed in the past weeks. Rekindling the spark of her marriage turned out to be a real turn-on…
Letting up and gaining her first unobstructed breath since she had begun blowing him, Karla leveled a smoldering gaze on her husband, her tongue laying idle licks to the underside of his tip.
‘You like that, baby?’ She purred, pausing for a moment to suck him in once more. ‘You like what you see? Some pretty little thing, tossed between two big, strong men like yourself?’
William didn’t need to answer for Karla to know the answer, and though his eyes went to the screen for a while, she could always feel it when his attention shifted back to her, even when his cock was all the way to the back of her throat. He seemed to apportion his time roughly equally between them, and Karla made a game of seeing what she could do to drag his mind back to her, finding that she could most reliably do so by deepthroating him consistently and loudly. She loved when he looked at her, desired the simple knowledge that her husband could still pay her attention, see her as a sexual being… it was easy to imagine him doing so elsewhere, absorbing her in all her beauty and complexity while other men pleasured her, perhaps while other women pleasured him.
A shiver raced down Karla’s spine. This was working.
It became a struggle, actually, for her to sit there, bobbing in Will’s lap, as the movie continued. Karla wanted nothing more than to take him to bed and show Will some of the other things she had learned to do while he was away, but she knew that she couldn’t; it was important that he see the movie, that the idea of multiple men with a woman embed itself into his consciousness before she took him somewhere private and associated that concept with pleasure for him. The connection needed to be drawn, and so she waited patiently as the actors writhed and squirmed and moaned their way to the end, allowing the link to deepen and solidify.
Only when the movie began to repeat did she stop
blowing her man and stand, turning off the screen almost contemptuously, after it had kept her from what she wanted for the better part of an hour. Making sure to shake her hips as she walked, Karla turned to Will, his eyes now leveled exclusively on her, and shot him the most lascivious grin she could muster.
‘Come to bed, Will,’ she said, extending a hand to him. ‘I want to show you something…’
He took her hand, and she smiled. A treacherous part of Karla’s mind had been prepared for the possibility that he wouldn’t, that his interest in her would wither as it had so many other times before, and their eventual sex would be treated as an exercise to be done and then finished with, instead of enjoyed, but… at least for the moment, William seemed entirely into it.
And so she led him to the bedroom, where she had laid fresh sheets upon the bed, and opened the curtains wide to fill the room with natural light, crisp and warm in the morning air. Their shared room was upstairs, eliminating the prospect of being spied through a window and leaving them free to enjoy themselves without needing to take the precautions of privacy that Karla had had to while having sex downstairs. Stopping in the doorway, she turned to her husband and began to properly divest him of his clothes, her expression crackling with sexual energy as she unbuttoned his shirt and undid his tie. There was an eagerness in the way he shrugged off the confines of his dress shirt that made her happier than she could describe, granted a true sense that something had changed and she stood on the precipice of a whole new landscape for the two of them to explore.
The moment his shirt came off, something seemed to snap in William, a dam in his mind bursting with pent up feelings rushing forth. He gripped his wife by the shoulders and, with more strength than she had ever seen him use before, pulled her to the bed and laid her down onto it. She didn’t dare move as he undid his belt and let his pants slide down, afraid that she might somehow break this spell and send them both crashing down into the monotony of their life before. Instead, she stared into her husband’s eyes as he moved on top of her, his mouth descending like a hot brand onto her collarbone, kissing a blistering line across the tops of Karla’s breasts, up her neck, and finally, atop her mouth.
His tongue slid between her lips, tasting her, marking her as his own. Karla shivered; where had this William come from?
‘I like this,’ Will growled, his voice suddenly turned gravelly with desire. ‘You’ve been thinking about me while I was away, eh? Getting all pent up…’
‘More than you know,’ Karla said, as his dirty-talk failed him. He had, admittedly, never been particularly good at it, but she supposed that was something that could be worked on… once everything was out in the open and they could explore together. To that end, what she had said had been technically true: Karla really had been thinking about him frequently, and she certainly had been pent up, even if she had omitted details of some importance. All in good time, she assured herself, then continued: ‘And if you like it so far, you’ll love what comes next…’
‘Oh yeah?’ William grinned the grin of a man who knew he was about to get lucky, the secret details that followed more spice than anything else. ‘What’s that?’
Again, this was something Karla had practiced, rolling around on her bed in front of the couple’s full length mirror in order to find precisely the right visually appealing position to get into. As a result she felt very confident in herself as she pulled away from Will and moved onto her side, pulling her panties partway down her thighs and placing the palm of one hand flat against one pert, bare butt cheek.
‘Do me here, baby,’ she purred, her voice dripping lust. She looked over her shoulder, expression equal measures coquettish and inviting, and what she saw made her smile even wider.
‘R-really?’ William asked, tripping over the word in disbelief, but the eagerness in his voice was unmistakable. Karla merely nodded in response, biting her lower lip and, just slightly, spreading her cheeks. Wide eyed, Will came up behind her, his body against hers. Karla cooed at the first touch of his erection on her skin, the heat of it brushing against her thigh making her tense in anticipation.
This was not, of course, the first time that Karla had had anal sex- Warren and Reggie had well prepared her for it- but she still couldn’t help the twinge of nervousness that ran through her at the prospect. This was only her third time, after all, and her first with William; did he know how to do it without hurting her? How could he, given that this was probably his first time too?
Still, she opened herself to him without reservation, offering her husband a bottle of lube she had bought just for today to slather his hardness in, and ease his way into her. Karla gasped when his thick tip popped inside of her, and pressed her ass slowly back against Will, gradually pushing inch after inch of his length into her. One hand drifted down, almost without thinking, between her legs, finding her clit with ease. To Karla’s great surprise, she was not alone in this; William’s touch quickly joined her own, his thicker fingers delving into her pussy as his cock took her ass. It was a level of engagement she hadn’t expected, even in this new state, and Karla rewarded her husband with a whimpering moan and a flex of her hips, pushing her butt back harder against him.
She heard him moan in response, and a shiver overtook her. She liked that sound.
In fact, they seemed to act with greater sychronicity than usual in every respect, forming an easy, pleasurable rhythm without the need for words. Karla writhed against her husband, feeling his every stroke fill her as deeply as he could go, long powerful thrusts of his hips generating a lightning charge of pleasure at every apex. His fingers worked inside her, stoking sensation through his wife on two fronts at once, leaving Karla to sway between those points. If she slid back, Will’s erection would push deeper into her, and if she moved forward then he would plunge his fingers up to the last knuckle into her wetness, the walls of her pussy clenching around him, clinging to the digits as pleasure wracked Karla’s body. She panted constantly, trapped in his prurient embrace, her breath catching in her throat…
‘Come for me…’ He whispered, teeth scraping the lobe of her ear before he laid a kiss on her neck, his cock and fingers driving into her simultaneously.
Karla exploded, her body twisting and pulling down onto him in orgasm, everything in her clenching tight and shivering. Ecstasy shot like fingers of lightning up her spine, driving her to arch her back and press her hips back against its source, against her husband’s throbbing dick. Waves of climax crested in her, again and again, and Karla could hear Will groan in response, as her newfound tightness squeezed down on his shaft, the added pressure no doubt highly enjoyable for him. His free arm wrapped around her, drawing her close to him and, no doubt intentionally, angling her body so that his hips could scythe, pounding into her backside more forcefully than before, riding her ass through every spasm and writhing contraction of her orgasm, until finally pleasure released her, and allowed Karla to drop back to the bed, sated but not yet satisfied.
Her lips split, teeth showing through a grin that was equal parts triumphant and lusty. She wasn’t done yet, and apparently, neither was Will; the man continued to fuck her, his hands roaming and his mouth a constant presence on her, kissing and licking and nipping at her back, the nape of her neck, her throat… wherever he could reach, as he lodged himself so deeply inside her.
She hadn’t been timing herself, of course, but Karla suspected, in the small rational part of her mind that still thought of such things even now, that this was the longest lovemaking session that she and her husband had had in months, if not longer. Evidently their time apart had done him some good, but Karla felt that her own new demeanor was the true contributing factor here, the sense of freedom and sexual awakening had to be simply beaming out of her, and William hadn’t yet seen her like this. If he was as good as this all the time, he would be seeing a lot more of it…
Karla was treated to three more orgasms before they were through, the last two coming in quick succession and leaving behin
d a sort of dull, oversensitive ache that suggested that she wouldn’t be able to stand too many more before they became vaguely unpleasant. Perfect timing, then, that on her fourth such climax, William grunted and thrust himself all the way into her, the head of his cock thickening and shooting the first warm blasts of his own orgasm deep into his wife. Karla gasped at the sensation and opened herself to it, allowing Will to grab tightly at her breasts and hold her to him, his fingers digging into her skin. There was pain to it, but the sort that mingled freely with the pleasure, enhancing it instead of contrasting with it, the compound sensation they made so much more addictive than any one alone.
They panted as they separated, breathing heavily, sweet sheening their skin. William fell onto his back, spreadeagled and with his arms spread wide, affording Karla the perfect opportunity to spin around and position herself under one arm, her head resting on his bicep. Her fingers traced idle patterns over the skin of his chest as they collected themselves, regaining their breath and allowing hot bodies to cool in the gentle sunlight wafting in through the window. To her surprise, William toyed with her hair as Karla lay there, and she looked up at him, blinking; there had been a time, even just before he had left on his trip, when William would have just turned over and gone to sleep after sex, even a modicum of connection between them abandoned at the first orgasm.
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