Slow and Deliberate

Its not often in the hustle and bustle of the average day, or even week, that we really get the chance to enjoy one another. Kids. Work. Household chores. One responsibility after another takes its precedence.

That’s what makes those elusive private moments so golden. I could tell she was full of venom from the moment I walked through the door. The sharp click-clack of her fingers on the keys was enough to make me consider a hasty retreat. But she’d already heard the front door close so I was thoroughly committed.

Her eyes darted up from the top of the laptop as I strolled through the room. She took a bite out of an apple and set it back down on the plate, licking her lips in the process. I could imagine her tearing into me like that and my whole body shivered.

“Cold chill?”

My eyes met hers as the hairs on my neck stood up. She met me stare for stare and pushed her glasses back up along her nose.

“Somebody stomping on my grave.” I answered shrewdly and plopped down into my chair at the desk.

My son came running into my arms and clamored up into my lap, singing gaily his favorite song, Daddy Daddy Daddy.

“How’s he been?” I asked, and regretting it immediately.

“Well, what do you want to hear about first? The pencil marks he made all over the walls, or the drink he spilled all over the living room carpet?”

I looked down at him and he dug further into my arms, begging forgiveness. “Have we been a bad boy?” I asked, tickling his rib.

He launched into a fit of laughter before I put him down and sent him off to play.

“He’s not the only bad boy in this family?” She murmured from behind her laptop.

“Oh?” I asked, raising my voice just enough to show I was listening. What had the boys done now?

“Yeah,” she said, pushing her laptop away a little bit. “I read that bisexual threesome story you posted yesterday. You really want to do that?”

Her eyes were difficult to read. Was she teasing and playful? Pissed off? Or just giving me a hard time?

“I dunno. A little. Not just any guy, of course, but maybe with the right guy, y’know.”

“Yeah,” she mumbled softly as she stood up and left the room, her legs flexing beneath the long pajama shirt she was wearing. The sound of the dryer door opening disconnected my mind from that discussion and I went back to checking my email as the boy watched his cartoons.

An hour later, while the tune of the evening had returned to normal, an instant message popped up on my screen

What did u have 4 lunch today?

I chuckled as I looked past my computer screen while the username’s owner pretended not to see me spying on her.

A few apples and a salad, I typed back. Click-click-clack. Her finger went into action, responding from across the bedroom.

Yummy.

It was pretty tasty.

Any other fruit today?

I paused for a second. That was a weird question.

A banana for breakfast.

Hmmmmmmm, she answered.

What’s up? I asked.

Just making sure you’re eating healthy.

And that was that. Fellas, do you ever get the feeling we’re like mice in a maze?

Another hour later and the sun had had its fill of us. I love the way the purples and oranges shine though our bedroom window. My eyes wandered a little and met suddenly with hers. Bold and dead on, she pulled off her glasses and tapped them on her lips.

“What are you in the mood for … for dinner?” A slight hesitation in her question coaxed a chuckle from me.

But before I could answer she cut me off. “And no, pussy is not on the menu.”

I pretended to pout for a few seconds. “I don’t know. I’ll probably just fix myself a sandwich in a while.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah,” I shrugged. “I’m in the mood for something easy tonight.”

This time she chuckled and another conversation came to an end.

The beauty of younger children is that you can, from time to time, coerce them into early bedtimes if they don’t know any better. Teenagers, on the other hand, know what they’re missing at night.

So we got the little man in bed and kissed him good night. The older boys were busy with their TVs, premium channels, and Gamecubes so I decided it was time for my dinner, while the kitchen was empty.

I hear her enter the kitchen.

Then I feel her. Fingers reach around and brush my groin, pressing lightly against me through thin cotton. I look down as her other hand finds its way there too and she presses up behind me.

“Somebody’s happy.” I murmur and she chuckles against my ear.

“I’m hungry too, but I want dinner of a different sort.”

“Oh?” Her tone is deep and sultry, and it affects me just as much as her touch. She undoes the knot holding the crotch of my pajama pants together and reaches inside.

“Mmmmmmm hmmmmm.” She hums in my ear. “I need something salty and sweet.”

“Salty and sweet.” I echo her.

She kisses my cheek and hooks her fingers into my waistband. “Come on.”

I’m quick to follow as she leads me into our bedroom and locks the door behind us. She waists no time in guiding me toward the corner of the room where she wraps her arms around my neck and kisses me deeply, opening her mouth to accept my tongue. If I didn’t know any better I’d swear she was humping my leg.

Then she’s just as suddenly pushing me back into the large armchair that I love so much. I topple backwards and land with a hard thud. She grabs my pants and jerks them down off of my hips and slings them off of my legs and across the room. Next come my boxer briefs. I watch them sail across the room with raised eyebrows.

Her fingernails rake my thighs and I gasp. She chuckles and leans in, trailing her tongue along the center of my sac. She nibbles the heavy, swollen jewels within, sucking one into her mouth as I very sincerely rise to the occasion. I can feel her fingers rubbing my taint, just beneath my sac and my cock jumps, hugging my stomach.

She hums and pulls it away with her fingers, stroking it lightly before she slides her mouth down over it, tasting me. I gasp and sigh as she bobs her head up and down in short little nods of her head.

Her free hand massages my balls and I rest my head back against the chair. This feels so good. I run my fingers through her hair and she looks up at me, smiling as she swallows my cock, rolling her tongue all around the shaft.

But apparently she has a whole army of surprises for me tonight. I feel something slick and hard pressing against my asshole and I jump a little, not expecting it. She hums around my cock and presses more, sliding a lubed up finger inside my ass. I moan hard, closing my head and arching my back as she pumps her finger inside of me and makes love to my cock with her mouth.

She twists her finger inside of me and I feel my stomach and groin rumbling. I gasp as she pops her finger free of me, which turns just as quickly into a moan as she presses her thumb between my cheeks and massages my asshole, rubbing the pad of her thumb around the anus and just barely inserting it now and again.

My cock is hard as a rock inside her mouth and fitting to burst. My fingers tighten into the armrests as she senses it too, increasing her pace. Drawing it out of me. Sucking it out of me. Willing it out of me.

I groan, my hips arching off of the chair, my asshole clutching desperately at her thumb as I cum. Hard. Rivers of seed burst into her mouth. She tightens her lips around me and suckles my offering sweetly, massaging the underbelly of my cock with her tongue. Milking me.

I sigh as she continues massaging my anus, rubbing it nicely she kisses and pets my cock like a pet. “Good boy.” She says with a coy smile.

“Yeah,” I chuckle, leaning forward and pulling her into my arms. I can smell the scent of my semen on her lips, driving me wild. She opens her mouth and kisses me full and hard, her body bowing into mine as I swallow her moan. Her fingers curl around my cock, pulsing with the beat of my heart into her hands. For eternity.