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This is not a TG story. It was written in celebration of Dulcinea's
erotic tales, now no longer being written. So like all of them, it's
short and celebrates only straight vanilla married love, passionate
but unadulterated (very nearly). You have been warned!
As have been those who are underage and shouldn't know about such
things. Abstain! Wait till you're married. Just say no! There, you
too have been warned!
MF rom cons
Annoyed
(after Dulcinea)
by Vickie Tern
He'd been terribly busy all week, up early and gone too soon for
even one quick squeeze of his wake-up erection. Gone before she
could get down to share a breakfast. A few mornings ago she'd
heard him rattling around and she'd fluffed her hair and pinched up
her nipples and strolled into the kitchen, her trimmed bush peeking
under her babydoll with each sway of her hips. Hoping he'd jump
her.
Nothing. He wasn't there. She hadn't even heard him leave.
At night he'd phone he was coming home late, just leave him a
sandwich. Then he'd sit in his study past bed-time with his nose
buried in papers. She'd stood behind him once, running her hands
up and down his chest, feeling her crotch grow moist. "Just this
week, honey, I'm nearly done," he'd told her, not even looking up.
So she'd broken off and gone to bed alone. Past midnight he'd
crept in, careful not to wake her. She felt neglected,
increasingly resentful.
Now late Friday, he'd come home smiling, bearing a big bouquet of
fresh-cut daisies.
"For you," he said. "For being so patient."
She took them without a word and slid them into a crockery vase
he'd never liked.
She knew she was being unfair. They'd had this crisis at the
office, he'd warned her it was coming, she was proud everyone
trusted he could deal with it. She should congratulate him. But
despite herself she was annoyed. "Thank you," she managed
grudgingly. "They're lovely."
"Not as lovely as you," he said. "Let's go to bed and kiss and make
up!"
"Oh, have we quarreled?" she asked, one eyebrow raised.
"Make up for lost time I mean, honey," he said. He sensed her
distance.
"All right," she said. She should make him wait, she thought. But
he took her in his arms and pressed his hard cock into her belly.
"It's been difficult for both of us."
"Very hard," he replied.
"Maybe for you," she said. "Difficult for me."
No more word games. He picked her up in a single swooping gesture
and carried her upstairs, crossed the threshold of their bedroom
and laid her down gently on the bed, legs over the side, breathing
heavily. On their wedding night it'd been effortless. Swiftly he
knelt between her knees, ducked under her full, pleated skirt, and
plunged his face into her pussy.
He encountered only her damp panty crotch, slick nylon stretched
across her slit. She felt vindicated, but then regretful. So
after a moment of nuzzling she grandly lifted her buttocks and
slid her lace panties out from under altogether. A moment more and
his nose was buried deep between her lips, his tongue licking up
juices that were starting to flow despite herself. She finally had
him where she wanted him.
She looked down and saw only her skirt, no husband, no lover, no
man, but the most delicious feelings emerged from that place! Was
it a nose, a tongue, his lips nibbling her? She began to moan.
Soon she clamped her legs onto his invisible head and thrust her
crotch against it repeatedly in her first orgasm. Then closed her
eyes and felt herself rise toward another.
She remembered doing this once with a slim young man she'd dated
long before her marriage. They'd gone sailing and gotten becalmed, and
there'd been nothing to do but wait. Well, almost nothing. They'd
gone into the cuddy cabin, and there as the little boat rolled
gently she'd lain on top of him and he'd rolled his head between
her thighs, kissing and sucking her pussy while she bent toward his
cock. She'd rolled her tongue around it to lick up pre-cum she
squeezed from it, then on impulse she'd sunk her whole face down,
burying him deep inside her head. Her first cocksuck. He'd soon
turned tense and cum had spurted down her throat as she came too.
She'd then reversed position to squeeze him into her before he
could soften, and that's how they were, licking cum from each
others' faces, crotches beginning to move in unison, when a stiff
wind also came up and they had to return to port.
He'd never fucked her properly, that beautiful boy. They didn't
meet again for years.
She decided that now it was high time. She was ready. Eyes tight
shut, she lifted her skirt to her waist and tugged the head down
there up by its hair. But now it was that slim young man who lay
between her legs, not her husband fumbling to plunge his stiff member
into her. The bed rocked beneath them both as she heaved and that
boy lunged back at her. She kissed his sweet cum-soaked face
passionately, and he kissed hers gratefully, and the winds rose
within them both until he throbbed inside her uncontrollably,
and her moans peaked into shrieks.
She came down thinking that it served him right, this man she'd
married and had just cuckolded in her heart. Now they were even.
But still, she felt guilty. Later when they were showering,
reaquainting their soapy hands with each others crevices, she
decided to confess her infidelity.
"Do you remember your Uncle's boat, that summer we met and first
got to know each other?" She reached for his cock and once again
held it.
"I've never forgotten," he said. He lifted a breast in each cupped
hand and bent to kiss her nipples tenderly, delicately.
"If we'd actually made love that day, if that wind hadn't come up,
do you think you'd have married me years later? Wouldn't you have
gotten what you'd wanted and then gone your way?"
"I did get what I wanted, and I keep wanting more." he said. "And
we did actually make love that day," he said. "Both kinds. I
often remember it the way it should have been. Just now again, in
fact."
"Oh?" she asked. "Just now?"
"Yes," he said.
She thought about that.
"You were such a beautiful boy," she said dreamily. "And now
you're such a beautiful man. I've missed you all week."
"I've missed you terribly."
"I thought we were apart all week. But I guess we're together
sometimes even when we don't even know it."
He looked a little puzzled.
"Yes," he said finally.
She smiled. Still naked, they returned to their cuddy cabin and
sailed away together for the entire weekend.
(c) 2001 by Vickie Tern. May be freely copied to any freely
access archive. I like hearing comment: [email protected]
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