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My Secret ServiceBy Harrison Conway
I'dbeen exploring my cocksucking ways with Jen's husband, Jim, for acouple of months when she came on to me during an early morningcoffee session beside her pool.
Wewere shooting the breeze when suddenly, she shuddered and a small"oooh" escaped her lips, perhaps not entirely voluntarily.
"Areyou OK?" I asked.
"I'mfine," she replied.
"Whatwas that all about, then?"
Jenblushed, the first time I'd ever see her do that. But she didn't wantto say.
"It'snothing," she said.
Ipushed her, at first because I was worried something was wrong, butas we bickered, more so because I wanted her to give in and tell me.
Finally,and perhaps a bit irritated, she gave in.
"Ifyou really must know, Jim and I had sex before he left for work thismorning and a little bit of him just leaked into my panties," shesaid. "Are you happy now?"
"Ididn't mean to to pry," I said. "But I've never seen anyone reactthat way, and I wondered what happened."
Wesat in silence for a few moments before I gathered the courage to askmore questions.
"Doesit bother you when that happens?" I asked. "Him leaking out ofyou."
Shedidn't hesitate.
"No,actually, it turns me on," she said. "It makes me crave some oralpleasure."
"Jimis a lucky man," I said.
"Howdo you figure?" she asked. "He doesn't know anything about it."
Iwasn't sure what to say. But I had to say something.
"Youmean he doesn't take care of your, umm, needs?" I asked.
Jenlooked at me for a second and then burst out laughing.
"Doyou mean, does my husband go down on me after he's cum inside of me?No. He does not."
"Whynot?" I asked.
"Iwouldn't dare ask," she said. "We don't do a lot of 'mouthstuff.' I guess we'd rather just fuck."
"That'stoo bad," I said, unsure of what else to say.
Butnow that the door was open, Jen wasn't going to walk away.
"Haveyou ever done it? Gone down on someone after you've had an orgasminside them?"
"Yes,many times," I said. "My ex virtually insisted on it. She likedmaking me do it, and she liked the way it got her off."
"Andyou didn't mind?"
"Notat all," I said. "In fact, it because one of my favorite thingsto do."Ilocked eyes with her, and Jen had a funny look on her face. I fearedI had said too much. I started to apologize, but she cut me off.
"Iasked the question," she said. "And there's nothing to be sorryfor."
Shesquirmed in her seat.
"That'ssome more she said," flashing me a grin. "I might have to gochange my underwear."
Herphone rang. It was Jim. As they talked, I imagined her panties comingdown to reveal a well-fucked pussy. My cock stiffened in my pants.Since I was already "cheating" with her husband, could I reallyfind a way to do the same with her?
Itseemed farfetched, my brain concluded. My erection disagreed.
Whenshe hung up with her husband, Jen turned her attention to me.
"So,have you ever gone down on someone after they've been with someoneelse?"
"Notthat I know of," I said. "Though with my ex, I guess you neverknow. But to the best of my knowledge, I've only tasted myself."
"Wouldyou do it?"
"Probably.I would depend on the circumstances. Who was asking, how well I knewthe--"
"That'snot what I'm asking. Will you eat my pussy? Now. While my husband'scum leaks out?"
Idon't think I answered. The next thing I knew, Jen had me by the handand was guiding me into her living room. Once there, she slipped offher shirt and dropped her shorts to the floor. She was wearing a pinklace bra and a pair of white mesh panties with a satin front panel.
Shesat on the edge of the couch, just as her husband had done in myhouse a few months prior. Without a word, I dropped to my knees andput my face against the damp material between her thighs.
Shedidn't seem to be interested in my going slow. She lifted her hipsand pushed the panties down around her ankles, revealing her wet,open sex.
Takingmy cue, I pushed in for a long lick up her slit, taking her herjuices and the remnants of her husband's ejaculate into my mouth. Shemoaned, loudly, and I did it again.
Icontinued with long, slow licks, letting my tongue slip inside of herin search of more cum, before it pushed on toward her clit. Each timeI would repeat it, she would let out a low, guttural moan as Ientered her, and a more high-pitched "aaah" as I swiped past herclitoris.
Butsoon enough, she used her hand to hold me on her most sensitive spot.
"Im close," she said. "Suck me. Oh, suck me and make me cum."
I did as instructed, and it didn't take her long before she was bucking against my face.
"Yes.Yes. Yes. Yeeeeesssss," she screamed.
Asconvulsions dampened, I held my position until she pushed me off her sex. As we caught our breath, she began to giggle.
"Ican't believe we just did that," she said. "But I'm glad we did.That was the best orgasm I've ever had from oral."
"Ihope this won't change things between all of us," I said.
"Well,of course it will," she said. "Now when I want my pussy lickedclean, I know who to call."