You dream of Silvia all night and the wild, uninhibited time she'll have over the course of the summer. Strangely enough, you don't feel jealous at all. At the end of your dream is your wife, staring up your body as her lips wrap around your erect penis. The warm, soft wetness of her mouth is amazing, remaining even as the dream fades.
And the feeling goes on even as your eyes open on the ceiling. A warm mouth on your very erect member, a soft tongue sliding up its length. For a moment, you wonder if you're still dreaming, or if Titi was a dream. When you look down at last, you realize how real it all is. Titi looks up at you, the thick head of your cock trapped between her lips. She starts to slowly stroke you, then kisses the tip of your dick.
"I made breakfast for us. You were still asleep when I brought it up, and I saw something every bit as satisfying. I hope you don't mind that I took the liberty." Before you can even open your mouth, hers is wrapped around your cock again. With the feel of Titi's tongue alone, you can offer no argument.
Your hands find their way to her hair, and you find yourself running fingers through it. Her eyes meet yours again, and she smiles around your cock. Her eyes focus on her coming breakfast, and she redoubles her efforts, drawing out your first orgasm of the day in shorter order than you would have liked, though Titi certainly appears appreciative as she slurps and swallows every drop.
"I did not get to enjoy the last one quite the way I prefer," she says as your cock goes flaccid again. She kisses you briefly before presenting breakfast for two. The two of you eat, discussing varied subjects ranging from pop music to politics. You forget the two of you are naked on your bed even an hour later, long after breakfast has been consumed.
"Tell me, do you.... always go around naked like this?" You try to be casual about it, but the concept of casual nudity doesn't fit the way you were brought up, even with your more liberal attitudes toward sex.
"Of course. Except when hosting company, of course. Except when they are comfortable with it, as well. Does it make you uncomfortable? I would be happy to wear something if you prefer."
"Huh? Oh! No, no.... I actually prefer you like this," you respond. You realize your manhood is speaking his opinion, too, and decide to forgo most of the usual cheesy lines. "If for no other reason than easy access."
You sit up, reaching out to take a warm breast in one hand, and her hot pussy in the other. She smiles sexily, opening her legs in anticipation of your next move. |