Hubby called me from work the other day and told me he wanted me to fix a “nice” dinner for him…complete with set table. Usually, I never know what he’s gonna do when he gets home. I usually fix something for him to eat, but since he eats out a lot, he usually just nibbles at home. So, this one was a surprise of sorts. I fixed a really nice dinner…The Martha Stuart in me came out, as I set the table and opened a bottle of wine. It was a perfect setting, complete with music and atmosphere…*S* I even dressed up especially for the occasion.
He brought me flowers! I was afraid he’d been fired…or maybe excited that he’d gotten a rais…but it turned out to be nothing special. He just somehow felt the urge and couldn’t explain it. It just felt right. We talked about the upcoming holidays and who we were going to have over for dinners…parties…etc. And, then…out of the blue, he asks me if a guy had ever used a condom on me…I didn’t know whether to laugh or take him serious…and he was really serious! I told him, yes…on a few occasions…why? He said he’d overheard one of his coworkers bragging to the others that his new girlfriend made him use a condom when they made love, and that she rolled it on his cock with her mouth.
Now, if you knew my husband, you’d know that he’s one of the most conservative…relatively naive guys on the planet! He was married to a very prim and proper woman for 25 years before she died of a long bout with breast cancer. Then, “I” came into his life like a ball of fire… We’ve been married for almost 9 years now, and he still hasn’t figured me out…and even laughs telling me he’s not even gonna try. (I’m 22 years younger than he is) What’s so incredibly interesting are the occasionally comes up with…like the next question he asked me…
He wanted to know if I’d ever done that to a guy before. I smiled and told him, “Yes.” All he could do was stare and me and say “wow!” Laughing…Now, we’d finished a whole bottle of wine now and he suddenly found the courage to ask me if I’d do it to him. I told him that the alcohol was affecting his brain, but if he really wanted me too, I would. So, we get in the car and drive to the gas station nearest us, and I tell him I’ll sit in the car and he can go buy them. Not! He didn’t know what to buy!!! I explained that I wanted him to get a three pack of Trojans that didn’t have the spermicidal liquid and also did not have the tip receptacle…and then I had to explain the what’s and why’s…Duh! The wine was making our whole conversation crazier with each question and explanation! Finally, it was ME that had to go in and buy them! The gas station attendant got a kick out of me telling him I was buying them for my husband.
On the way back home, we drove by the Country Club and there were lights on and a few cars there, so we stopped to see what was going on and have a drink…Yes, it was my idea. I was enjoying the teasing…I know…but that’s just me. Anyway, it turns out there was a bachelor party of 10 going on there, and it was just coming to an end…until Hubby and I walked in the door. We were greeted with cheering and wolf whistles…saying it was about time I showed up, etc. I looked at the owner and the bartender and they told me that they hadn’t brought any entertainment, but since I was there, maybe I could help out. I didn’t do anything crazy…I know you were hoping I would say I did…I just danced with them…did a lap dance for the groom…fully clothed… They knew I was married and my husband was with me…but no one seemed to care. You see, they were all over 65, with the groom being 78, and getting married to an 80 year old the next day.
We stayed about an hour, since they were closing up anyway…The guys gave me a rousing applause and told me to come back when I got rid of my husband…It was a lot of fun…and I could tell Hubby was getting antsy about getting home to get on with what we started out to do…He was like a school boy, asking me if I’d remembered to bring them in from the car, etc…
I told him to fix me a glass of something good and bring it up to the bedroom, so that I had time to slip into something more comfortable. I just put on a little silk chemise…one of my favorites…bright lime green, and very snug around my bodice… I came out of the bathroom to find him sitting in the La-Z-Boy chair by the bed, naked as a jaybird with this big grin on his face…holding two glasses of a very yummy port. I knelt between his knees with one of the condom packs between my teeth. Hew was already UP for the event…and I loved how excited he was about me doing this…
I tore open the package with my teeth and pulled the condom out with my tongue and lips and took it into my mouth to wet it with my saliva. Hubby was completely mesmerized, as he watched everything I did. When I opened my mouth with the rubber over the tip of my tongue, he just gasped. I took his hard cock in my hand and covered head of it with my mouth and worked the rubber down over it until I got to the base. When I pulled slowly back up and let it pop out of my mouth…Hubby sat there for a minute …looking down at my handiwork…then back up to my smiling face. Then he grinned and told me he didn’t think I’d completely covered his whole cock, and maybe I should go back down one more time to make sure…
It had been a long time since I’d done that, so I kinda got into the fun of doing it too…the squeaky rubbery sounds and feelings in my mouth as I worked up and down his cock was really exciting. I did find that I had to hold the rubber in place at the base to keep from sucking it back up his cock…*S* I really got into the feeling…different than bare flesh, which I was so used to now… After a few minutes, I was wanting some of that big thing for my own selfish pleasure, so I got up and told him to stay put…turned around and kinda sat down on his cock. I used the arms of the chair to brace myself and give me something I could leverage off of as I moved very slowly and deeply up and down that big hard beautiful cock…such a completely different feeling…
Just as I was really getting into the long deep strokes, Hubby pushed me up off it and down onto my back on the carpet, where he re-entered me and started fucking me again…covering my face with kisses. Then the most exciting thing happened…MY HUSBAND…started talking really nasty to me…It was like someone else was fucking me!!! He started telling me what a whore I was to do that with a rubber…and that I loved to suck cock…anyone’s cock…that I would have sucked all those men off back at the club if I had been given the chance. He put his finger in my mouth and told me to suck it…and pretend it was another man’s big cock that I was sucking. I honestly didn’t know the man fucking me…He kept telling me how I loved sucking cock…what a whore I was…and that I’d love to be passed around to a whole group of men fucking me in every position…cumming all over my face and my tits…swallowing cum… I was screaming through my second and third orgasm now when he finally came…and collapsed on top of me.
We laid there for about 5 or 10 minutes and he pulled out and crawled up on top of my chest and told me to take the rubber off his cock… I did as he asked…sliding the condom off his sticky wet cock…When I had it in my hand, he told me to clean his cock off…which I lovingly did…He watched intently as I undertook the task. Then he told me to suck the contents of the rubber out and swallow it too…like a good little cumslut. Before I could, he poured a little of the remaining port into the condom and had me shake it up some…and I laid there on the floor and tipped it up and let it ooze into my mouth…I purposely made a real show of it for him too…and he loved it…
He kissed me on the lips and told me he loved me…and thanked me for playing the part I did…He said he’d always dreamed of doing that with someone…some day…but never thought it would ever happen…He said he never would have gotten the nerve or been able to find the right opportunity to carry through with it, if it hadn’t been for me… He said he wasn’t quite sure how I’d handle it either…I smiled and told him “Just fine…”
I had coffee with him the next morning…asked him if that was really HIM that night…and he just grinned and told me that I didn’t really know the darker side of his personality…yet! My mind had been racing all day…thinking of the possibilities…I didn’t know what to expect next! This is sooooo unlike the man I married…I’m still stunned at the memory of what happened. Much more has happened since then…Life is wonderful with the right sexual soul mate…