She worked faster, a little more firmly, urging his body to give up its resistance and release its sperm to her ministrations. He tried to hold off but her soft hands were irresistible. A very few minutes after she started, tightening muscles in his lower abdomen and a hot, flowing sensations deep inside told him his time was near.
“Peggy…” he warned. Her hand moved faster, sweeping up from the base of his cock to slide over and very briefly cup in her palm a glans now slickened with precum as well as her remaining vaginal juices. Up and down in a hard rhythm, she worked his cock around in small circles to increase his pleasure.
Suddenly, he could hold off no longer. He came in a long, shuddering orgasm, spouting a thick white spray that flew high before falling back to his belly. Peggy’s hand was quickly covered with slick slime. She bent to taste her husband, licking the cum from the back of her hand and the webbing between thumb and forefinger. His second eruption came quickly after the first, pumping only a few inches upward before Peggy’s enthralled eyes. A third squirt of thin semen mixture gushed out from the slit in the head of his cock, flowing rather than shooting out. Peggy knew this for a sign his spewing was nearly at an end.
Leaning closer, she worked to milk out the last few drops from his balls. She wanted to see it as it happened. When she had the final droplets, she squeegeed them off with her fingers and deposited them in her mouth. Teasingly, she stuck out her tongue to show her husband what she had collected there. It was too dark for him to really see it, but he appreciated the thought anyway. He nodded, too breathless to speak. He hardly noticed his wife’s lips never touched his cock in all the time she’d had her head in his lap.
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“I hope you know I wouldn’t really have done anything to get even with you,” Peggy said tentatively.
Kyle mumbled something that sounded comforting. He patted her bare shoulder to add a little more to that impression. They’d taken a leisurely shower after the sex. Kyle had wanted and tried to coax Peggy into more sex in the bathtub, but she hadn’t wanted any. It had been a long day, she said. Tomorrow was the start of the weekend and they would have all the time in the world then. He’d agreed reluctantly.
“I mean…it would just be the wrong thing to do,” she continued drowsily. “I just couldn’t.” Kyle patted her shoulder and turned on his side, pressing against her as she turned also. A moment later, they were “spooning” happily in the afterglow of the sex. Kyle was at peace, pleased the bad times were over. He was happy Peggy had backed away from her position on the subject of his and Ann’s “indiscretion.” It wasn’t often Peggy would to this. He could only remember one time when she’d given in on something like this. Usually…
His eyes snapped open in the darkness. The last time Peggy had given in so abruptly without explanation had been when they’d only been married a year and a half. She’d wanted that blue dress so bad, even though they couldn’t afford to buy it. She’d told him it would be wrong for her to go ahead and buy it. It would have been the wrong thing to do, she’d said.