“Tate,” I corrected her.
Barb crab walked up the bed and rested her head on my chest. She teased what minimal hair I had. “Tate, Clint; who cares?” She uttered.
Clearly, I was just a big cock with a body attached.
Barb licked her right long finger, then twirled my erect left nipple. Without pausing, she leaned across my body and sucked the nipple into her mouth. I anticipated her bite, but did not resist. I actually relished the mild pain.
She moved down my chest and belly; kissing, licking and biting. I placed my hand on the top of her head, directing her face toward my precum dripping cock. She didn’t hesitate. Although I couldn’t see what she was doing, I knew that she had sucked the head of my dick into her mouth. I could feel the tip of her tongue traveling up and down the shaft, just below the head. She once again encircled the base of my meat and balls with her hand. I can’t say it was comfortable, but I was trying to go with the flow.
Barb began bobbing her head up and down, as I simultaneously bucked my pelvis. She began making satisfied slurping noises that were starting to make me lose control. I ordered her, “ That’s right, Baby. Suck that cock.”
Barb appeared to be an expert in edging. She seemed to sense my impending explosion. Presumably she could feel the engorged night crawler-sized veins on my rod expanding in her mouth; plus perhaps the struggle of my purple balls trying to retract through her strangling grip.
She abruptly stopped sucking, but tightened her fist even more. I took in a deep breath. “You’ve gotta stop. Now!”
She took her hand away from my beyond-blue balls; but added, “I’m not ready for you to cum yet.”
Barb rose up on her knees, then threw her right leg over my torso. She leaned down and planted an open mouth kiss on my waiting lips. While still kissing, she settled onto my shaft and began to grind my sausage between my lower six pack and her labia, taint and anus. The sensation was beyond wonderful.
Just as I was getting into the rhythm, Barb broke our kiss and pushed upward with both hands on my chest. Before I could object, she raised slightly on her knees and shifted her right hand down to my cock. In one smooth move, she slipped my precum-lubricated prick into her incredibly warm slit. I couldn’t help but sigh.
Barb returned her hands to my chest. We settled into a rhythm like two old lovers. I couldn’t help but wonder whether Barb took the reins and rode her husband the same way she was cowgirling me. This thought perversely got me even hotter.
I watched her face. Her eyes were shut. Initially, she was biting her lower lip and breathing in and out through flared nostrils. She sagged her belly toward mine and rotated her ass upward. I could feel my prick rubbing just behind her pubis. I caught on that this maximally stimulated her G-spot.
Barb’s face changed. She opened her mouth and began sucking air in and out through almost clenched teeth. She momentarily stopped breathing and contorted her now red face into almost a grimace. Within seconds, she forcefully exhaled with a guttural rasp and then collapsed onto my chest. Another orgasm. Barb: two, Tate: zero (not that anyone was keeping score). At least she didn’t call me Clint or Wyatt or Maverick .
I’m not the love-em and leave-em type, but I’m also no cuddler. Panic set in. What if Barb falls asleep or is already asleep, her head, tits and right arm on my chest? I began to fidget. There was no way I was gonna get caught in bed with somebody else’s wife.
“Sorry, Baby. I must have dozed off.” Barb leaned to the left and rose up somewhat, her elbow flexed with her head in her hand. “We don’t have much time. Fuck me again, but this time like you mean it.”