Post Holiday Release - Part 2

Part 2

We arrive home. The kids are going nuts, it’s hot, I have to unload the car and get our lives settled - and great, the floor has popped up. Another thing to fix. Stressed. Annoyed. Then she walks around the corner, those perky tits bouncing and her ass sneaking out of her pants, her ass cheeks shifting up and down as she walks. I could bend her over the kitchen table as we speak. God damn kids.

I’m going to shower. I need to reset. Maybe the cold water will help my throbbing cock. Part of me regrets teasing us both the whole ride, but I know it will pay off when I explode inside her later. Just standing under the water as it washes over me - lukewarm, so it feels good but cooling. Washing away the dirt and grime of holiday. Washing away the stress. Washing away the pent-up frustration in my cock… Oh no… I’m thinking about tonight again. The desire is back. My mind wanders. I wonder if she’ll say no when I try to lick her pussy after cumming inside her - the Catholic guilt saying it’s wrong, or gross, or weird. But I know she’ll want it. She loves when I lick her pussy, which I do often. It’s my favorite. Her taste. Her desire. Her reactions. I can’t get enough of any of it. And 99% of the time it leads to me fucking her soaking wet pussy. There are few things in the world more pleasurable to me than sliding my cock inside my wife’s soaked pussy after giving her a full-body orgasm with my mouth that lasts a minute, her squeezing my head between her legs and rocking her hips back and forth in pleasure. If I really want to drive her wild, I push my fingers inside her and massage her g-spot while she rides out her orgasm.

I think I’d be enthralled with eating her out even if it didn’t lead to me fucking her - but I can’t be sure, because every time she pulls me on top of her to fuck her and make her cum again, or twice, or three times. She wants to cum more, and she wants me to cum inside her.

There’s that thought again - cumming inside her. I do worry about the logistics of eating her out after cumming in her. I’m not turned off by my cum - clearly, rather the opposite. Giving her my cum is one of my top fantasies. But I don’t think I’d like to actively eat it. That’s okay. I’ll just stay at her clit while my cum leaks out of her. Worst case, I’ll get a little on my chin. I’ll survive. I quickly think - I can’t be a hypocrite. I can’t be against touching my own cum a little if I expect her to take a load from me on her face. I think she’d like it. I’m not sure. She mentioned it once, but maybe she was just indulging in fantasy. On the other hand, she’s really embraced being my good little slut. God, I’m hard. This shower isn’t helping. Maybe I should get out.

I’m sitting on the couch working on updating her phone, and she comes out to tell me she’s going to hop in the shower. I remind her I have plans for her, so she should “take a long shower.” She knows what it means. I love eating her out after she freshly shaves, which she does in the shower. She shoots a coy look and says, “Oh yeah?” - almost playing hard to get, like maybe she won’t. But I know she will. She likes pleasing me, and she knows she wants me to ravage her pussy tonight.

A thought enters my mind. I tell her to wash really well. She gives me a puzzled look. I say, “I’m going to eat you. Shower well.” Again, she looks puzzled - she already all but confirmed she’d shave for my dining pleasure later. I whisper to her, “I’m going to eat you front and back.” She gives me a feigned disgusted look. The Catholic guilt is back.

My wife loves her ass played with but won’t admit it. I’ll never forget a few years ago while licking her pussy and going lower than I planned - or maybe it was planned, I don’t know now - but what I do remember is the moan she let out when I planted my tongue firmly against her asshole. She loved it. I licked her pussy and her ass, and she squirmed in pleasure. We never talked about it. Remember - she knows she loves things but can’t admit it to herself, at least not out loud.

Over the coming weeks and months, I would lick her ass, then I would rub it with a finger. Every time, she would moan, coaxing me forward, deeper, harder, letting me know she liked it. Eventually, while sucking her clit, with her wetness running down to her ass, I took my drenched finger from inside her pussy and massaged her ass. She moaned and pushed into it as she’d become accustomed to doing. This time I decided to push a little deeper. She gasped a little. I told her to relax, take a deep breath, and she did. I pressed my finger deeper inside her ass, slowly, a centimeter at a time, while never taking my mouth off her clit. She was apprehensive - anyone would be - but I could tell she liked it. Finally, my finger was all the way inside her, up to my knuckle. I continued to suck her clit and used the familiar motion I use inside her pussy to stimulate her ass. She shook in pleasure. Finally, she came. Hard. She always comes hard, but this was different. She shook.

It’s so intoxicating to me that I can make her entire body shake and move with my finger. After what felt like a minute of cumming, I slowly slid my finger out of her ass. We both lay in ecstasy. I knew it then. My wife was an ass girl. My suspicions were confirmed over the coming months as she’d motion me to slide my finger in her ass while I ate her out, always using her pussy juices for lube. This might have been the part that turned me on the most - something about making her pussy drip turned me rock hard. But the Catholic guilt didn’t let her say it. I would ask her to tell me she wanted my finger in her ass, but she would rarely say it. Once or twice she whispered it at a barely audible level. God damn guilt. I’ve told her how hearing things turns me on. To her credit, she tries, and we’ve made progress, but she still struggles to say things out loud she was conditioned to think she shouldn’t like. But tonight I was focused on pleasuring her repeatedly, so playing with her ass was happening.

The kids are watching TV quietly, and she walks by me in the kitchen. She showered, but she’s still in the same outfit. There they are again - her perky tits bouncing in my face. I grab her and kiss her. To my surprise, she doesn’t push me away and kisses me back. I reach for her freshly shaven soft pussy and rub it. She moans and leans into the kiss. I’m instantly hard. I slide my fingers under her panties and quickly find her wet slit. I rub her, and my fingers quickly find the familiar feeling of her wet opening, and in one fell motion my finger is inside her, massaging her g-spot. She moans and kisses me harder. I massage it rhythmically, and she pushes against my finger. God, this is hot. I wanted to tease her, but I bet I could lead her to the bedroom by her pussy and take her right now. That’s not the point. Wait. Patience is a virtue. I continue to massage her g-spot. I expect her to push me off any second, but she doesn’t. Finally, I decide it’s been enough. I slide my finger out and whisper in her ear. She blurts out it’s mean. I remind her it will be worth it later. I lick her pussy juice off my finger - the familiar and delicious taste fills my mouth. She makes her fake “that’s disgusting” face at me. Yes, she thinks it’s dirty - but in a good way. She loves that I love the taste of her pussy. She just can’t admit it.