Licking my wife

The girls were all gathering their things to leave while I cleaned up the coffee cups and wine glasses. We had just wrapped up our feminist book club, where we met monthly at one of our houses to discuss a feminist piece of literature. 

“Thank you, Nina, for hosting,” said Sarah, as she shrugged on her jacket. 

I leaned in to hug her. “Of course! You know how much I looked forward to these!”

There was a lot of chitchat while everyone left, and I kept looking at the clock. Jeremy was going to be home in just a short hour or so, and I had a lot of things to do before that. I wished my friends weren’t so talkative.

“Alright, everyone get home safely!” I called out the front door, as the group finally piled into their cars. I waved at them cheerfully before shutting the door and locking it behind me.

I ran into the kitchen to check on the slow cooker, then headed to the bathroom to touch up my hair and makeup. My strawberry blonde hair was curly, flowing onto my shoulders in soft waves – Jeremy’s favorite. 

I hadn’t wanted to get too dressed up for the book club (most of the women came in jeans), so I went to my closet to look for something more special. When I opened the doors, my collection of 1950s-style dresses was laid out before me, and I smiled. 

I chose a green, simple dress, with a fanned skirt that twirled out if I spun around. It brought out my eyes, and I knew Jeremy’s favorite color was green.

Suddenly, I heard his car in the driveway. Shit, he was early!

I threw on a pair of simple black heels, raced into the kitchen, and threw some plates and silverware on the table. I had just enough time to light a big pillar candle in the middle of it all before my husband came through the door.

“Nina! I’m home, sweetheart.”

I walked into the kitchen, beaming at him. He was already loosening his tie, his face etched with lines of worry.

I kissed him. “Long day, honey?”

He sighed. “Yes, unfortunately. Another long one. But something smells good. And wow, you look amazing, Nina!”

I did a little spin for him, and Jeremy’s eyebrows shot up. 

“Nina,” he said, “are you not wearing panties?”

I giggled as he reached up under my skirt, squeezing my bare ass. I let him stay like that for a moment, running his hands over my smooth skin, kneading my ass cheeks. Then, I turned on my heels, took him by the hand, and led him to the kitchen. 

“Come on,” I said, with a click of my tongue, “dinner’s ready. I hope you’re hungry, baby.”

When we were in the kitchen, though, Jeremy’s hands kept wandering across me, as usual. This was how our evenings always went. 

“How was your book club?” he said into my ear, pressing me up against the kitchen table. He brushed my curls out of the way and started kissing the front of my throat. 

“Mmm,” I moaned, “it was good. I’m such a good little feminist.”

Jeremy laughed. “That you are. Why doesn’t my little feminist suck my cock now?”

My heart was pounding in my chest. There was just something about the way he said it that turned me on, like always. I got onto my knees, with my skirt spread out around me, as my husband began to undress. I looked up at him with wide eyes, always so turned on by his athletic, muscular body.

When his cock was finally free, I took it in one hand while I began to slide my tongue against the shaft. I loved taking my time with his cock, letting the tension build up. I let my eyes look upwards to Jeremy’s face, which was twisted up with pleasure. His mouth hung open, and his eyebrows were pressed together. He ran his hands through my hair as I bobbed my head up and down, up and down. I went deeper with every thrust, letting the spit pool at the corners of my lips, spilling out.

“That feels amazing,” he sighed. “The perfect thing to come home to, baby.”

My heart fluttered. I loved hearing that. 

I lowered my mouth as far down as I could go on his cock, holding myself still. I loved doing this because it made Jeremy groan louder than ever.  I didn’t care if it made me gag a little bit. I loved the reactions it got. 

Suddenly, Jeremy was pulling me up to standing, lifting me up by the waist, and putting me down on the kitchen table.

I laughed. “Hey, I worked hard on those place settings!” 

It was my husband’s turn to drop to his knees now. With my skirt bunched up around my waist, Jeremy began kissing the insides of my thighs. His lips barely grazed my skin, tickling me, and my entire body broke out in chills. A shiver ran down my spine.

“Mmm, I missed you today,” I sighed, closing my eyes and giving in to the waves of bliss that were moving through me. “That feels amazing.”

He was licking my pussy now, starting at the bottom and working his way up. When he got to my clit, he splayed his tongue out across it and began to glide it back and forth. He knew just what I liked. My back pulled away from the table. 

“Yesss,” I moaned, “right there, baby.”

Jeremy started running two fingers against the entrance of my pussy, which was starting to get wet. He began to part me before sliding his fingers inside, taking his time.

“Oooh. . .” I whimpered. Jeremy was starting to move them in a come hither motion, which was sending me over the edge. An orgasm was building up inside me, and I could tell Jeremy knew I was close. He fingered me faster and faster, his tongue pressing down harder on my clit.

“Fuck, fuck!” I panted, my voice choked. The orgasm crashed through me, hard and fast. I shook from top to bottom, the anticipation of the day finally melting away in this moment. 

Jeremy appeared from between my legs, licking his lips and smiling at me. We didn’t speak, our eyes locked onto each other’s as he started to press his way inside of me. 

“Holy shit, you feel so nice and wet,” he sighed contentedly. 

I looked down to watch him holding my legs apart, fucking me now in deep strokes. I loved how he stretched me out. His cock was the perfect size, as though made for my pussy. Over and over he pushed into me, the wet sounds of my pussy filling the air. 

“Look at you,” Jeremy said quietly, looking down admiringly at me. “How did I get so lucky with a wife like you?”

I blushed. Even after all this time together, Jeremy still always made me feel so sexy. Our sex life had only got better over the years, especially now that we had fallen into this 1950s housewife dynamic.

Behind him, something beeped. I had almost forgot about the bread in the oven. 

“Shit,” I hissed, propping myself up onto my elbows. “I should get that, or it will burn. We don’t want to ruin the dinner, do we?”

“No, no,” said Jeremy, giving me a coy look as he pulled his cock out from me. “Go on, then. Don’t let me stop you.”

I made my way over to the stove, but Jeremy followed me. I had only just taken the oven mitts off my hands when I felt him lift my dress. He pressed me gently on the small of my back, making me hinge at the waist. 

“Yes, fuck me hard, baby,” I groaned, my fingers gripping the edge of the counter.

That was all Jeremy needed to hear. He held onto my waist and started going to town, his cock slamming in and out of my soaked pussy. Jeremy was grunting and growling behind me, not saying any words – just noise.

“Are you ready for this cum?” he said finally, letting out a loud exhale as he pushed his cock into me one last time.

“Always.”
Then he was filling me up, gripping me tightly as his cock shot its load inside me, nice and thick and warm. I was smiling happily as he came.

“Oh my god,” Jeremy sighed, pulling out from me a moment later. He spun me around and brushed a piece of hair out of my face. “You’re amazing.”

I bit my lip. “No, you are.” I lifted my head up to kiss him. “Now, come on. Dinner’s actually ready now.”

“But we already had dessert,” said Jeremy with a wink, going back to the table to take a seat, so I could fill his plate with the food that had been cooking all day, waiting for his arrival.