Chapter 5: Strained Pants
It had been five days since Jay and Liz had fucked in the kitchen. They each passed each other in the hallways or in the living room and the air was thick with tension and unspoken desires.
Yet their schedules kept them from going any further than stolen kisses and the occasional caress.
They would both be in the kitchen making a quick lunch, but they were unable to do much more than talk.
They would both be in the bathroom brushing their teeth, but all they could of was stare white hot into each other's eyes in the mirror.
They would both in the bedroom folding laundry, but all they could do was revel in the accidental brush of their hands.
It was torture.
Luckily, years ago they had made time in their schedules every week on Saturday for "them". It was their day. A day to spend together, no matter what was happening in their lives. A day they promised never to cancel, no matter how important a case or surgery.
Previous Saturdays were for shopping, errands, and the mundane adult tasks of life.
But the energy that permeated their home this Saturday was anything but mundane.
It was electric, almost palpable. They could smell each other's arousal, taste the desire in the air. Every touch, every glance was fuel for the fire that had been fanned days ago in the kitchen.
They woke up, arm in arm, and Elizabeth stretched languidly, enjoying the sun streaming through the window.
"Morning," she said, her voice still husky from sleep. She yawned, then reached down to scratch herself, her eyes still closed.
Jay watched her, enraptured by the simple, intimate gesture. He loved seeing her like this, tender and unguarded.
He reached out, tracing the curve of her waist with his fingertips. "Morning," he replied, his voice barely above a whisper.
Elizabeth opened her eyes and smiled at him, their gazes locking. The air between them shifted, charged with electricity.
Instantly the game was afoot, and the both of them knew how the day was going to end.
Liz asked, "what were you thinking about doing today, baby?" As she let her fingers traipse over the vintage Pink Floyd t-shirt Jay was wearing. She could feel his muscles twitch beneath her touch, and she knew he was already anticipating the day ahead.
"Well, I was thinking we could start with the gym, an then grab some coffee and pastries at that cute little bakery downtown," Jay suggested as he let his hands tease her just as much as she was teasing him.
"What then?" Liz teased, her tongue darting out to lick her lips, her eyes never leaving Jay's.
"I thought we could hit up the farmers mar-" Jay hitched as Liz's hands dragged down, just under the hem of his shirt, fingertips skimming his waistband with her freezing fingers.
"What was that about a farmers market again?" Elizabeth smirked, licking her lips again as she took her time tracing the lines of Jay's abs with her cold fingertips.
Jay's jaw clenched as he fought to maintain control, his cock already rock hard and pressing against the confines of his pajama pants.
Jay repeated with effort, "I said...we could hit up the farmers market. Maybe pick up some thick steaks from that butcher we love." Jay said, trying to hold onto the façade of their normal Saturday routine, but Liz's icy fingers were slowly making their way around his body, tracing and freezing the muscles of his chest, his shoulders, his back.
"Mmm, steaks sound delicious," Liz purred, her voice barely above a whisper, "I love thick, juicy cuts of meat."
Jay's breath hitched as her fingers trailed down his abdomen, teasingly skirting the edge of his waistband. His cock was throbbing, begging for release, and his wife's words were making it all the more painful.
"what else do you want to do today, Jay?" Liz asked keeping the facade of a normal Saturday morning despite her fingers trailing dangerously close to his swollen cock.
Jay swallowed hard, trying to keep his breathing even. "After that, I thought we could...uh... come home and do a shitty movie marathon. Watch something dumb and laugh at how terrible it is." Jay suggested as he placed his hand on the back of her head delicately holding her in place.
Liz felt the warmth of his body radiate against her chest.
"Oh great," Liz purred, "a dumb movie sounds like just the thing to relax after all that shopping."
Liz found the head of his cock through the silk of his pajama pants, and she squeezed it gently, making Jay's hips buck involuntarily.
Liz asked, "is that all you planned for today?" , her voice a low purr just barely keeping up the facade of innocent morning conversation.
Jay, his breaths coming faster now, "Yeah, that's...that's it. Just a regular Saturday, you know?" he replied, clenching the sheets beneath him to keep his hands from seeking her out.
But Liz met Jay's eyes. An encyclopedia of sex and sexual acts couldn't have prepared her for what she saw behind those eyes.
It was pure, unadulterated lust. The devil has looked at man, never as intently and carnally as Jay looked at her. She had seen that look before. She had felt that look on her body before. She knew what that look meant.
She realized he wasn't playing her game, rather she was playing his. And that thought turned her on even more, making her wetter for him.
"I guess we should get ready for the gym," Liz
said, her voice breathy and full of want.
Jay nodded, his cock straining against his pajama pants, eager to get inside her. "Yeah, we should probably start our day," he agreed, his voice hoarse with desire.
Liz bit her lip and looked down at his cock pressing against the fabric of his pants. "I'll start getting ready," she said, her eyes locked onto his bulge.
"me too," he replied, swallowing hard.
Together they tossed the covers off the bed and began to get dressed for their 'normal' Saturday morning routine.
Jay's cock was painfully hard, tenting his shorts as he tried to pull them on. He wondered if Liz had noticed, but a quick glance at her had him realizing she was too busy trying to tug her tight yoga pants up over her curvy ass to pay him any mind.
But when she turned around and saw the state he was in, she stopped, licking her lips hungrily. "Fuck, Jay, you look ready to go," she said, her voice husky with desire.
Jay grinned, "Well, I am ready to go," he said, his eyes locking onto hers.
Jay grabbed his car keys, his cock still painfully hard, ready to burst through the fabric of his gym shorts. "Let's go."
Liz nodded, licking her lips, her eyes never leaving Jay's. "Sure, let's go," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
As they made their way to the garage, Jay's gym shorts felt like sandpaper compared to the silk of his pj's. But to make matters worse Liz was teasing him. Every minute or so she would look over at him, her eyes locking onto his bulge before she turned away, a smug smile on her face.
"You know, we could always skip the gym today," she suggested, her voice dripping with innuendo.
Jay's eyes widened, and he looked over at her, trying to read her expression. "Yeah? Why's that?" he asked, his voice cautious, like he was playing a game of chicken with a wild animal.
"Because I'm feeling...restless," she said, her voice sultry and full of promise.
Jay didn't want to let on that he was also thinking the same thing, so he tried to play it cool. "I think I'd be okay with that," he said, his voice casual.
Liz saw the tremble in his hands, the way his eyes kept flicking to her, taking her in. She knew he was as turned on as she was.
She licked her lips slowly, deliberately, her eyes never leaving his. "Skip the gym, huh?" she drawled.
Jay nodded, his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed hard. "Yeah, skip the gym," he agreed.
Liz smiled slowly, her eyes darkening with desire. "Alright then," she said, "we could get the groceries delivered too. No need to wait in line at the farmers market." Liz purred, her eyes never leaving his twitching shorts as her hand snaked up to the nipple poking through her sports bra.
"just you, me, and a marathon of shitty movies?" Jay asked, his voice low and laced with barely contained desire.
Liz smirked, her fingers still teasing her nipple through her sports bra. "Yep. Just you, me, and a shitty movie marathon."
Jay could feel his cock throbbing in his shorts, eager to be set free. "Well, fuck the gym. And fuck the grocery store. Let's go back inside and start the marathon early."
Liz nodded, a wicked gleam in her eye. "I thought you'd never ask," she said, turning on her heel and heading back towards the house.
"you start the popcorn, I'm going to go get in something more comfortable," Liz suggested as she walked away, her ass swaying enticingly in her yoga pants.
Jay watched her go, admiring the view before entering the kitchen frantically searching for where they had hid the bags of popcorn.
His mind raced with what she might come down wearing. Would it be her favorite lingerie, or well worn pajamas, or would she storm down those stairs au naturel?
Each option had its own merits, and his cock throbbed at the thought of her appearing in any of them.
He heard her footsteps on the stairs and turned to see Elizabeth strutting into the kitchen, her eyes locked onto his. Her wet hair clung to her skin, beads of water still clinging to her body from the quick shower she must have taken.
Liz wore a robe. But it wasn't just any robe, it was the one Jay had bought her for their first Christmas together, it was the puffiest most poofiest, most exaggeratedly soft robe ever made.
Unfortunately, it being so overwhelmingly fluffy it hid every curve and contour of her body.
Jay caught himself almost pouting as he searched for even the smallest hint of Liz's body through the thick material, but all he could see was her face, her wet hair, and her mischievous smile.
"go get into something comfortable, I'll finish up the popcorn," Liz said as Jay mercilessly hunted for even the slightest curve of the woman he loved.
Jay nodded, his eyes never leaving her. "Don't you dare move," he warned, his voice thick with need.
Liz merely smirked, knowing she had him on the hook. "I won't," she promised, the double entendre not lost on either of them.
Jay practically sprinted to the bedroom, his cock bouncing painfully with each step.
The moment he entered the bedroom he ripped off his clothes, tossing them haphazardly around the room, and grabbed a pair of sweats from the dresser. He didn't bother with underwear, knowing he wouldn't be needing them anytime soon.
The feeling of his cock being freed from the confines of his shorts was almost orgasmic in itself. He just about unloaded enough pre-cum to soak the front of his sweats as soon as he slipped them on.
By the time he returned to the kitchen, Liz had a bowl of popcorn in one hand and a towel in the other. She was drying her hair, lazily twisting the towel around her head, her attention focused on the stairs.
Her eyes widened with appreciation as she took in the sight of her husband, his cock straining against the thin fabric of his sweatpants.
Jay's eyes immediately dropped to the robe, hoping to catch a glimpse of her perfect tits or a sliver of her smooth thighs. But it was no use; the robe was a perfect white puffy cloud that gave away none of Liz's secrets.
Both of them knew what
was coming, both of them knew what they wanted. But they were going to make each other wait. They were going to torture each other until they couldn't take it anymore.
Jay walked over to the fridge, grabbed two beers, and handed one to Liz. She took it, her fingers brushing against his, sending a jolt of electricity through both of them.
They clinked bottles, but neither took a sip. They just stood there, staring at each other, the air between them crackling with sexual tension.
Liz took a step closer, her robe brushing against Jay's bare chest.
"ready for the marathon?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. The double entendre was not lost on either of them as they stood inches apart, their breaths mingling.
Jay's heart was pounding in his chest, his cock aching with need. He wanted to rip the robe off her and throw her down on the counter, but he resisted. He didn't want to rush this. He wanted to savor every moment, every touch, every taste.
"I'm ready for whatever you have in mind," he said, his voice low and gravelly.
Liz smirked, her eyes glinting with mischief. "Good," she said, her fingers trailing down his chest, leaving goosebumps in their wake.
"let's go to the theater room," Liz suggested, her voice barely a whisper, her eyes glinting with hunger. "Yes, ma'am," Jay replied, his voice equally low. He grabbed her hand and led her to the basement, their fingers intertwined. The theater room was dimly lit, the only light coming from the projector screen at the far end of the room. The couch was large, plush, and inviting, the perfect spot for them to watch their shitty movie marathon.
"Sit, Jay, I'll start the movie," Liz offered, her voice breathy and full of promise. Jay did as he was told, watching as Liz walked over to the projector. He struggled to identify the curves of her body beneath the robe, but it was impossible to make out anything through the thick material.
She started some random movie on the projector, not even bothering to look at what was playing. Both of them knew that neither would be paying attention to the screen for very long.
Jay expected her to maybe sit next to him, maybe cuddle shoulder to shoulder as they usually did during movie time. He did not expect her to lay her entire body out on him, the top of her head nestled against his chin as she pulled each of his arms around her like a rollercoaster seatbelt.
Her back was flush against his chest, her hands in his, and her entire body pressed tightly against him.
Jay's poor cock was being ground into Liz's lumbar spine as she wiggled to get comfortable. She knew it was there, she could feel it like a warm, throbbing brand, but she took her sweet time getting situated, luxuriating in the torture of denial.
Liz put the bucket of popcorn in her lap, picking pieces intermittently, her back still arched into Jay's chest.
Jay reached for the bowl and took a handful, his mouth crunching next to her ear. Liz turned her head slightly to look up at him, her eyes heavy lidded with desire. "That's a good boy," she purred. Jay swallowed hard, his body trembling with need.
But she was wearing the fucking Siberian winter coat of robes, in all of her getting situated her robe hadn't shifted an inch.
Jay was about to lose his fucking mind if he didn't get to see her body soon.
Jay had been a good boy, he had followed the rules, he had sat still and played the game, but now he was starting to question his own fucking sanity.
He reached down and adjusted his cock in his sweats, trying to find some semblance of comfort, but it was no use. His cock was painfully hard, throbbing with need, and the constant friction against Liz's spine wasn't helping matters.
He shifted slightly, trying to find some relief, but Liz just pressed back harder against him, arching her back and grinding her ass against his cock.
Jay would get his break. All the while he was adjusting the steel rod between his legs, the movie playing on the screen was starting to get steamy. A scene began where a couple was being intimate, entwined in each other. Jay could feel Elizabeth's body tense against his as she watched the scene.
The more the scene on the screen progressed, the stiffer Liz's body became, and the harder his cock got.
The breaths she took became deeper and more erratic, and the grip she had on his hands tightened to the point he could feel his bones flexing under her grip.
This had the exact effect she wanted it to have.
Her body was becoming an inferno, and every movement, every touch, every breath was driving her mad with need.
The scene continued to play out on the screen, the couple on the screen slowly slid the clothes from each other's bodies until they were naked and writhing together.
Liz felt like she was burning from the inside out. She could feel a wetness dripping down her inner thighs, her nipples hard and aching against the soft fabric of her robe.
Jay seized the moment and took one hand and undid the elaborate belt of her soft cloud of a robe, very very slowly.
The couple in the scene pawed at each other, hands moving in hungry patterns all over every inch of skin they could find.
Liz practically began to vibrate against Jay, her whole body wired with sexual tension. She could feel her pussy pulsing, desperate for attention. She was so wet, her juices had already soaked through the insides of her thighs.
She was dripping for him.
And she knew he could tell.
She could feel the heat of his gaze on the back of her neck, could feel the weight of his stare as it traced the curves of her body, hidden beneath the thick, puffy fabric of her robe.
The anticipation was nearly unbearable.
Liz wanted to wiggle her ass against his cock, but she could not bring herself to move. She was paralyzed by the heat of his gaze, the weight of his stare, the knowledge that he was watching her, hungry and eager.
She squirmed slightly, just enough to let him know she was still there, still present. Still his.
Jay still didn't know what Liz wore underneath the robe, but he sure as hell was about to find out.
With the knot untied the lapels of her robe loosened, but the fabric remained in place, hiding her body from his greedy eyes.
Jay took one hand and slowly slid it inside the robe, fingers brushing against her skin. He heard her breath catch, and he smiled, knowing he was getting to her.
He accidentally started at her bellybutton and traced his way up. Every inch of her skin was smooth and soft, and he couldn't wait to taste her.
His hand passed over mound after mound of muscle standing at attention, clenched harder than a Prince Rupert's Drop.
Each abdominal muscle twitched slightly under his touch, as if begging him to lick, suck, or bite them. Jay's hand finally reached the base of Liz's tits, and it was time to find out what she had been hiding under the puffy cloud of a robe.
Slowly, ever so slowly, he slid his hand up, cupping her right breast, bare as the day she was born. No bra, no silk, no lace – just bare, soft, perfect flesh.
At this point, Jay's cock practically tapped his shoulder like a stranger at a bar, desperately issuing an ultimatum "Let me out or I'm going to explode in here."
Meanwhile, Liz was still enraptured by the scene on the screen. The couple was now full on fucking, and Liz's breaths were coming in short gasps, her nipples so hard they could cut glass.
The scene was honestly pornographic, and Liz was so turned on she could barely breathe.
On some plane of her mind, she was aware that Jay had delicately snaked his hand inside her robe, brushing her soft belly and up to her titty, where he would find a nipple so hard it could've cut diamonds.
Liz was too busy inserting herself into the movie scene, imagining a theoretical scene of herself and Jay fucking like the people on the screen.
The logical part of her brain was screaming at her, "this can be real! this can be happening to you! His cock is already hard! It's pressing into your back like a fucking steel pipe! You want to turn around and ride that fucker like a goddamn pony!" Liz's brain repeatedly screamed, but the movie scene had her frozen, hypnotized.
The woman on the screen was now being absolutely fucking railed, her tits bouncing and breasts swaying everywhere. The man was a fucking machine, pistoning into her like he was trying to drill a hole through the fucking Earth.
"You are laying on a man who could do the same to you," Liz's inner voice screamed, "TURN AROUND AND FUCKING TAKE HIM!"
Liz's juices were pouring out of her, dampening her thighs, soaking the soft silk of the puffy robe.
The woman was now on top, riding the man's cock like a fucking Bronco at a rodeo, her tits bouncing everywhere, her pussy gripping his cock like a vice. And Liz wanted that. She wanted that so fucking bad.
Suddenly the shitty movie proved why it was shitty. The slapstick character dopeily walked in unaware carrying some dumb something or other, catching the couple in mid-thrust. The ensuing laughter from the movie only served to amplify the silence between Liz and Jay.
Elizabeth's inner monologue was now screaming louder than ever. "TURN AROUND AND FUCKING TAKE HIM!" it was almost a primal scream.
The movie continued, but now neither Jay or Liz could have been paid to give a single fuck about the movie, it was time for a sexual escapade far better than anything Hollywood could ever produce.
Jay's hand was still on her breast, lightly holding her to him, his thumb teasing her nipple. He could feel how hard it was, how eager it was for his mouth.
Tears welled in Elizabeth's eyes as her inner monologue began to scream in desperation, "YOU ARE LAYING ON A MAN WHO WOULD EAT THAT PUSSY LIKE HE WAS STARVING AND YOU'RE JUST LYING HERE! TURN AROUND AND GIVE HIM THE GREEN LIGHT, YOU FUCKING FOOL!"
But Liz was horny to the point that words no longer made sense, thoughts no longer formed in a coherent pattern.
No matter, when words fail...actions will speak louder than any word ever could.
She slowly craned her head around so she could look him straight in the eye. Her dark hair cascaded over her shoulder, a waterfall of midnight hues that shimmered in the dim light.
Jay knew she was horny, but he hadn't realized the extent of just how bad she wanted him until he saw the raw, desperate need in her eyes. She looked like a woman on the verge of madness, like she was about to lose her fucking mind if she didn't get what she needed.
A single tear threatened to spill over, but Liz held it back, her eyes locked onto Jay's like a fucking lifeline.
Jay knew exactly what she wanted, what she needed. He could see it written all over her face, could feel it in the way her body trembled against his.
Without a single word he lowered his lips to hers, not in a sexual-crazed rush of passion, but in a slow, savory caress.
Liz let out the worlds least ladylike noise, a noise somewhere between a groan and a growl that conveyed her starvation for him.
She pushed the hand that faintly cupped her breast further into her breast, desperate for something that would allow her to release this pressure that was building.
The effort of kissing someone behind her was tricky, and it was keeping her from what she really wanted.
She wanted to turn around, she wanted to see him, and she wanted to see his cock. This was a goddamn necessity.
But the thought of breaking the kiss was unacceptable. Liz had been dreaming of this since that night in the kitchen. She would be damned if she was going to end this kiss now.
But Jay held no such reservations.
He pulled away from their kiss, he wanted a true proper make out, not this upside down and backwards bullshit.
Liz still almost fist fought someone when he broke the kiss. However, the sentiment was short-lived when she took another look at her husband.
The jig of who could make who more horny or who would make the other break first was over.
They both won, and both lost. The semantics of victory or defeat were meaningless now. The game was over. The sexual tension that had been building for days was ready to explode, and there was no way in hell either of them was going to hold back.
"Can we finally get rid of this fucking robe?" Jay growled, his hands clenching the soft fabric, ready to tear it off her if she didn't move fast enough.
The bowl of popcorn in Liz's lap hadn't done anything wrong, but that didn't stop Liz from hurling it across the room with a fierce, almost animalistic snarl.
Liz rose from the couch and from Jay's lap and stood between his legs, her back to him.
She seemingly slowly turned like a runway model towards Jay. The knot that Jay had undone earlier hung loosely around her waist, keeping the robe in place only on her shoulders.
The loosening of the knot allowed the lapels to loosen significantly, allowing a sineous highway of skin.
Jay could see everything from her collar bones, to the valley between her breasts, down the sculpted muscles of her abs, and finally the fluffed out curve of her shaved pussy.
Even in the dim light of the home theater , Jay could see the glisten of Liz's juices dripping down the inside of her thighs , coating her skin and making her look even more fuckable than he could have imagined.
Liz shrugged off the robe like a heavyweight boxer shedding his robe before a title fight.
She threw the robe towards the door, the puffy white material drifting through the air like a snowflake before landing on the floor in a heap.
"Well?!" Liz all but whispered.
Jay didn't waste any time. He stood up, his sweats tenting obscenely with his rock hard cock. He reached down and grabbed the waistband, pulling them down in one swift motion. His cock sprang free. It slapped surprisingly hard against his lower abs, nearly making him double over.
Every inch of Jay's cock was slick with a surprising amount pre-cum, it looked like it had been dripping for hours.
"Fuck, you're a dirty boy, aren't you?" Liz purred, her eyes locked onto Jay’s cock. Seeing Jay's cock out in the open, Elizabeth felt like she was being rewarded. She wanted to be rewarded again and again and again. She wanted to be rewarded with that cock.
Jay didn't even dignify her question with a response. He simply stepped forward and ran his fingers up her thigh gathering up some of the juices that had dripped down her legs. He brought his fingers up to study the them. His lips curled into a smile, and he brought his fingers to his mouth, closing his eyes as he sucked on them, savoring her taste.
He threw her words back at her, his voice low and gruff with desire. "Fuck, you're a dirty girl, aren't you?" Jay murmured, his eyes never leaving Liz's as he licked his fingers clean, savoring her taste.
Liz moaned, her hips moving in time with his tongue, her pussy clenching with need. "Mmm, I guess that makes us both dirty, doesn't it?" she purred, her eyes darkening with lust.
"Goddamn right it does," Jay growled, his cock throbbing with the need to be inside her. He reached out and grabbed her hips, his fingers digging into her soft flesh as he pulled her closer.
He could feel the heat of her pussy against his cock, and he knew she was just as eager as he was.
"You're so fucking wet," Jay growled, his voice thick with desire.
"You have no idea," Liz moaned, her hips grinding against him. "I've been wet for days, thinking about this."
Jay's grip on her hips tightened, his fingers leaving bruises as he pulled her even closer. He could feel the head of his cock pressing against her entrance.
"So what's the plan here, baby? Are you going to ride me like a champion bull rider like you did last time? Or do you want me to give you the Jay special, where I just fuck the everliving shit out of you?" Jay asked, his voice a low, deep rumble, like distant thunder.
Liz shivered at the memory of their last encounter, her body tingling with anticipation. "I want...I want both," she whispered, her voice barely above a breath, "I want to ride you until I come all over your cock, and then I want you to fuck me like you're punishing me for something."
Jay's pre-cum faucet turned on full blast at her words. "Fuck yeah," he growled, his cock throbbing against her slick entrance. "Let's start with you riding me. I want to watch your tits bounce while you fuck yourself on my cock."
Liz moaned, her hips grinding against his as she imagined it. "But first," she said, her voice a husky purr, "I want to taste you."
Jay's eyes darkened with desire at her words. "Fuck yeah, baby," he said, his voice a low rumble. "Get on your knees and suck my cock."
Liz didn't hesitate. Liz didn't dawdle. She didn't tease, and she didn't play. She wanted cock, and she wanted it now.
Imperceptibly fast Liz went from standing to her knees.
She was on her knees in front of Jay like she was in church praying to a fucking god.
She was in awe of the monster between his legs, she was in awe of this magical fucking tool that gave her so much pleasure. She was a woman possessed, she was ready to show her devotion to this cock.
It was the only cock she loved, the only cock she had ever loved. She knew every vein, every ridge, every cut, every bulge, every fucking imperfection. Nothing had ever tasted or felt as good as this cock. It was her favorite cock.
And the thought of being allowed to show just how much much she loved it was enough to send her into a frenzy.
Her silken hands wrapped around each of his hips, her fingers digging into his skin making sure he wasn't going anywhere, like he could escape her now.
She looked up at him, her eyes filled with desire and reverence.
It was time to pray.
She clenched his hips tighter, her nails digging into his skin.
In one fell swoop she took every inch of his cock into her mouth, the head hitting the back of her throat, but she refused to gag. The act of gagging would be an affront to his cock, and she would never disrespect it like that.
Jay's hips bucked involuntarily as every single nerve in his body lit up like a fucking Christmas tree.
"Is that all you got, baby?" Jay only just barely managed to get out, his voice ragged and strained as he struggled to keep from filling Liz's mouth with his cum right then and there.
Liz felt like she was letting down her god. If he wanted more, she would give him more.
She had been playing with this cock for years, she knew exactly how to please him, and she knew exactly how to drive him fucking wild.
She was a master of this craft. She had been practicing this for years, perfecting her skills on this very cock.
Frequently in porn when a woman is getting face fucked, you see a man just hammering into her throat, with the woman just taking it like a fucking champion.
Liz knew that Jay, being the considerate gentle husband he was, would not do that to her.
He would do just the opposite: he’d give her the control to dictate the pace, the depth, and the rhythm of his cock down her throat.
So you could say he was surprised when, without any warning, Liz began to bob her head up and down his shaft with a vigor and fervor that made it clear she was out for blood.
Liz was fucking her own throat, grinding against his hips as she took him to the hilt, over and over again. She was drooling all over his cock, her spit mixing with his pre-cum to create a slick, slippery mess that made every thrust even more delicious.
Jay began to sound like a stroke patient , his moans and grunts turning into a symphony of pleasure as Liz worshipped his cock like the god it was.
Spit now dribbled down both sides of his cock, her moans vibrating against the shaft.
The noises she made were the same noises she made when he fucked her pussy, when he made her come all over his cock, when he filled her with his cum.
Those noises had haunted his dreams for days, driving him mad with need.
Now he had them back, and they were even better than he remembered.
He could feel every inch of her mouth on his cock, every touch of her tongue, every flick of her lips.
Her tits were becoming rapidly coated in a mixture of her spit and sweat, from her deep throating up and down on his cock like a goddamn jackhammer on crack cocaine. This was, very possibly, the sloppiest, messiest , most fucking depraved blowjob Liz had ever given.
Jay was practically seeing fucking stars. His head was spinning, and his vision was spotting. His cock felt like it was on fucking fire, every single nerve ending was on high alert, every single muscle was tensed to the point of cramping, every single inch of his body was begging for release.
His balls were so fucking full, he could feel the cum churning and boiling inside them like a goddamn pressure cooker ready to blow.
Liz felt Jay’s balls tighten against her chin.
She ripped her mouth off his cock, her lips making a loud, wet, sucking noise as they parted from his shaft.
She looked up at him, her eyes gleaming with desire and lust. "If you cum before I fuck you, you're going to be in so much fucking trouble," she warned, a wicked smile playing on her lips.
A small draft would've been enough to send Jay over the edge, his cock was so close to erupting.
Jay's breath was coming in ragged gasps, his cock throbbing with need. "I'm already in trouble, aren't I?" he growled, his voice low and gravelly.
Liz stood up, her body slick with sweat and spit. She put both hands on his pecks, pushing him back until he sat down on the plush, velvet cushions of their couch.
"Lay back and relax, lover," she whispered, her voice a low purr, her eyes locked onto his cock, which was standing straight up, like a fireworks morter ready to send off a sky full of sparks.
"I want to ride this fucking beast," she said, her voice laced with desire and lust.
Jay's heart was pounding in his chest, his body trembling with need. “Do it, baby. Fuck my cock,” he growled, his voice thick with desire.
Liz looked at him up and down, drinking him in like he was a glass of cold water in the desert.
She loved every inch of his body, every scar, every muscle, every fucking hair. She knew every inch of him, had explored every curve and every valley. But today, she was going to explore him again, like she was seeing him for the first time.
She wanted to learn every fucking inch, every fucking curve, every fucking spot that made him moan and gasp and beg for more.
She straddled him, her knees on either side of his hips, her hands splayed on his chest for balance as she slowly lowered herself onto his cock.
She moaned as the head of his cock pressed against her pussy, her eyes rolling back in her head as she savored the sensation.
"Fuck, Jay," she whispered, her breath hitching as she felt him spread her open, felt him fill her, inch by agonizing inch.
"You're mine, Jay," she whispered, her voice filled with hunger. "All mine."
Jay reached up and cupped her face in his hands, his thumbs tracing the line of her jaw. "And you're mine, baby," he growled. "All fucking mine."
She leaned down, capturing his lips in a fierce, hungry kiss.
Liz was probably the wettest she had ever been, her juices were practically dripping out of her, coating Jay's cock as she slid down onto it.
She could feel his cock stretching her wide open, filling her completely, and it felt so fucking good she thought she was going to die.
She loved how fucking big he was, how he made her feel so goddamn full, so complete. Yet he was not so big that her cervix was being repeatedly and rudely punched like a fucking speedbag.
No, he fit so perfectly inside her, like a missing puzzle piece finally found.
She reveled in the familiar feel of him, the way his length and girth filled her completely, stretching her just enough to make her gasp with pleasure.
She was bottomed out on him, her ass resting on his thighs, her pussy clenching around his cock as if trying to pull him even deeper inside her.
"Fuck, Liz," Jay groaned, his hips bucking up to meet hers. "You feel so fucking good. So tight. So wet."
Liz threw her head back, her hair cascading down her back as she began to ride him, her hips moving in slow, deliberate circles, her pussy clenching around him with each thrust.
"You like that, baby?" she purred, her eyes locked onto his.
Jay grunted two nondescript syllables in response which roughly translated to "yeah, fuck, I do," as he tried his hardest to keep from being a two-pump chump.
Liz, however, had no intention of letting him last. She was a woman on a mission, determined to make him come undone in as many ways as possible. She began to ride him in earnest, her hips moving in a slow, sensual grind that quickly picked up pace. She tossed her head back, her hair cascading down her back as she began to really feel it.
Jay's cock was hitting all the right spots, filling her completely, stretching her wide open. She could feel every inch of him inside her, could feel his cock sliding in and out of her pussy, coating it with her juices.
She leaned down, her hair brushing against his chest, her lips finding his. She kissed him, her tongue exploring his mouth, tasting herself on him. "I love the way you taste, baby," she whispered against his lips.
Jay put both of his hands on her back, scratching at her spine oh so softly. He loved how the tension in her back changed with each movement of her hips. The muscles would flex and tense, only to soften and relax as she rode him, her breaths coming in short gasps, her moans growing louder and more insistent.
She whispered at his lips, "Do you like how I ride you, baby?"
Jay gave another three nondescript syllables in response which roughly translated to "This is very possibly the best fucking thing I've ever experienced in my entire fucking life," as he nearly wept with the pleasure of his wife's body moving on top of him.
Liz could feel her pussy beginning to clench and pulse, her orgasm was already building, threatening to consume her. She slammed down on his cock harder, her body slapping against his, her tits bouncing wildly with each thrust.
Jay's back scratching went from soft and exploratory to rough and possessive. He dug his nails into her back, leaving red welts that she would feel for days. He didn't dare let his hands wander towards her hips, afraid that if he touched her there, he would interrupt the rhythm she had going. He wanted to feel her control this, to watch her take what she wanted.
Liz threw her head back, her body slamming down onto his cock, harder and faster. Her tits bounced wildly, her nipples hard and pointed.
Jay could see every detail, every curve, every cut of muscle. She was a fucking work of art, and he was the lucky bastard who got to watch her perform.
Liz was in full control, her body moving like a fucking violinist playing a symphony. Her hips moved in a rhythm that was as old as time, her body knowing exactly what it wanted, exactly how to get it.
Liz put her lips to his ear, and whispered, "You like watching me ride you, don't you? You like seeing my tits bounce in your face?" Her tone was quiet, almost an imperceptible whisper, but the words were fucking filthy. Her breath was warm and moist against his ear, sending shivers down his spine.
Jay didn't even try to respond, he just nodded, his breath hot and ragged as he gripped her back tighter, his nails digging into her flesh.
Liz felt the increase in pressure from his nails and it sent her over the edge. She threw her head back and screamed, her orgasm crashing over her like a fucking tsunami.
Her pussy clenched around his cock, milking him, squeezing him, pushing him closer and closer to the edge.
"Fuck, Jay!" she screamed, her body shaking and trembling as waves of pleasure washed over her. "Fuck, fuck, fuck!"
Jay could feel her pussy gripping him, could feel her body shaking and trembling, could hear her screams of pleasure.
But Jay couldn't cum, he desperately wanted to, he wanted to fill her with his cum, wanted to see her reaction as he did. But he couldn't, he was so fucking close, but he just couldn't get there.
He gritted his teeth, trying to relax , to let go, to just fucking cum already. But he couldn't. He was on the edge, teetering, ready to fall off, but he just couldn't get there. It was maddening, it was frustrating, it was fucking torture.
Jay was so fucking close, he could feel it, could taste it, could fucking smell it. But it was like trying to grasp smoke, the harder he reached for it, the more it slipped through his fingers.
His cock was throbbing, his balls ached, his entire body was on fire with need. But he just couldn't get there.
Liz, meanwhile, was coming down from her high. Her body was still humming with pleasure, her pussy still clenching around his cock, but she was still aware enough to notice that he hadn't cum yet.
And she wasn't having it.
She wanted his cum, she needed his cum.
Jay was so fucking close, but he couldn't get there. He couldn't fucking cum. Liz, despite being in the throes of her own orgasm, could somehow tell. She could feel the tension in his body, could sense his frustration, his desperation.
She leaned down, her hair brushing against his face, her lips finding his ear. "You want to cum, don't you, baby?" she whispered, her voice low and sultry.
Jay let tears of frustration spill over. He held her back desperately tightly, his nails digging into her soft skin, his breath coming in ragged sobs.
Liz felt the desperation radiating off him, could feel the tension in his body. She knew what he needed, knew what he wanted. She knew how to give it to him.
Liz pulled his cock out of her pussy, a lewd sound echoing as it pulled free.
"No! Don't stop!" Jay desperately begged, his voice pleading and ragged, his eyes wide and frantic as he watched his cock slip out of her pussy.
Liz ignored him, sliding off his cock and onto her knees between his legs. She looked up at him, her eyes filled with an odd mix of hunger and tenderness.
"I've got you, baby," she said, her voice soft and reassuring.
Jay's cock was glistening with her juices, a fucking beacon of want and need. Liz felt her own desire flare up again, her pussy clenching as she looked at him.
She wrapped her hand around the base of his cock, her fingers not even close to touching. She stroked him slowly, her hand moving from the base to the tip, her thumb swiping over the head, collecting the pre-cum that was leaking out like a fucking river.
His cock was the type of hard that washes over a man just moments before he cums, the type of hard that makes him feel like he might cum just from the smallest touch.
Yet Jay clawed at the cushions, desperate to find whatever would help push him over that fucking edge.
His body felt like it was going to explode if he didn't get some fucking relief soon.
Liz had her other hand on his balls, letting her nails drag delicately over them, the slightest pressure making Jay yelp in shock and pleasure.
"Easy, baby," she cooed, her voice a soothing purr, yet it held an edge of wickedness. "I've got you. I'm not going anywhere until you cum for me."
Jay groaned, his hips bucking up into her touch, his cock pulsating with need. "Please, Liz," he begged, his voice hoarse with desperation.
"You want to cum, baby?" she asked, her voice equally laced with tenderness and filth.
Jay, normally a kind lover, a lover who communicated and made Liz cum just as hard as he did, was reduced to a snarling heap of testosterone and sexual frustration.
Jay snapped a sentence he would probably later regret saying when he was thinking clearly again, "You fucking slut, Fucking suck my cock. Be my greedy little whore and do what you're fucking told."
This was no longer the sweet, loving man she knew, the man she had known for years, the man who had patiently waited for her to be ready, who had taken what she had offered and given her nothing but pleasure in return.
This man who's cock she held in her hands did not give a flying fuck about her pleasure, about her enjoyment.
Liz thought the whole situation was unbelievably hot, so fucking hot she could barely breathe.
So hot that his words gave Liz a small orgasm, right then and there, just from the sheer force behind them.
Liz looked up at him, her eyes filled with a mix of lust and respect, and said, "Yes, sir," before taking all of his cock into her mouth.
She could taste herself on him, could taste her pussy, her cum, and her juices. And it was fucking delicious.
She didn't hesitate, didn't tease, didn't play around. She was on a mission, and she knew exactly what she was supposed to do. She was a fucking Ironman in a blowjob marathon. She wasn't about to let the fucking gong show happen where Jay was unable to blow his load.
Jay reached down and grabbed a handful of Liz's hair, using it to control the pace and depth of her mouth on his cock.
He wasn't gentle, wasn't soft, wasn't loving. But then again neither was Liz. Liz was a professional, and this was her game, her rules.
She kept her own pace, pushing back against his grip on her hair when he tried to force her down.
Jay let more words tumble out of his mouth like a fucking cesspool of filth. "Fuck, you're a good little cocksucker, aren't you? You take my cock so fucking well. You want to be my little whore, don't you?"
Liz orgasmed again just from the words alone, his filthy mouth driving her wild. During her orgasm her relentless bobbing hitched, faltered, and then resumed with renewed vigor.
Jay noticed the hitch and just had to say something. "You like it when I talk to you like that, don't you? You like being my filthy little whore, don't you, Liz?"
Liz's moan turned into a muffled sob as she nodded, tears streaming down her face as she bobbed on his cock, swallowing him to the hilt.
"You're such a good girl," Jay purred, his voice dripping with filth. "You take my cock so fucking well, you dirty little whore."
Much stronger orgasms washed over Liz, causing her to gag on Jay's cock repeatedly.
Tears streamed down her face, but she never let up, never took her mouth off his cock. She needed this, needed to please him, needed to make him cum.
An idea popped into her head, one she couldn't believe she hadn't thought of before.
She pulled back, his cock popping out of her mouth with a lewd, wet sound.
Instantly Jay was on edge as he strung desperate questions, "You god-damned slut, what the fuck are you doing?! Why the fuck did-"
Liz interrupted Jay's question with a wicked smile, her lips glistening with spit and her eyes wild with desire, "hey...meathead, I love you," her voice full of warmth and truth, her eyes sparkling with adoration and desire.
Jay stared at her like a deer caught in headlights, his heart pounding in his chest, his cock throbbing between his legs, his breath uneven and ragged.
Liz began playing with the underside of his cock, her fingers tracing patterns on the soft, sensitive skin, and Jay watched her, unsure of what exactly he was supposed to do next.
"Aren't you going to say it back, baby?" she asked, her voice a husky purr, her eyes locked onto his. Jay, still struggling to catch his breath, simply nodded, his mouth too dry to form the words.
"Say it, Jay," Liz insisted, her voice firm yet gentle.
"I...I love you too, Liz," Jay stammered, his voice thick with emotion. Liz smiled, her eyes softening as she looked at him. "Good boy," she whispered, her voice filled with love.
Bang, Jay's orgasm started.
Jay felt as if God himself cracked his skull like an egg, allowing Jay's feelings to expand unrestrained beyond the boundaries of his skull, no longer limited by the confines of any fleshly prison.
He could not feel anything but pure, unadulterated pleasure.
The feeling of the sofa cushions under his ass, the woman between his legs, the grip she had on his cock, those were all gone in a flash of pure ecstasy.
The feeling felt like television static, only more ethereal and intense, the pure essence of bliss that seemed to envelop every molecule of Jay's body, including the ones he was not even aware he had.
There were no throbs, no bucking hips, no loud, rough gasps, there was just a slow, steady stream of climax that seemed to go on for eternity.
Eventually the feelings subsided, and when Jay's vision returned he looked around, like a sleepwalker coming to in a strange place.
As he looked around, the feeling of muscles exerted to maximum capacity began to seep in, replacing the pure bliss he experienced moments ago.
He could feel every muscle in his body, they were on fire, and just the slightest movement ached. But there was another part of his body that was on fire, his cock. It was like he had just been through a marathon, and his cock was the champion finisher. He looked down at his cock, dripping with a mixture of semen and saliva, and the blurry sight of Liz's face, flushed and smeared with saliva and tears, brought a smile to his face.
Liz looked up at Jay, her eyes filled with concern, "You okay baby?" she asked, her voice soft and gentle.
Jay blinked a few times, his vision swimming into focus.
He looked down at Liz, still kneeling between his legs, her lips swollen and red, her face flushed with exertion and pleasure. But what he could really see was the sheer amount of cum that covered Liz's entire face. Her lips, cheeks, nose, chin … everything was coated in glistening white liquid.
He felt a mix of emotions wash over him—pride, tenderness, and a fierce, possessive love that made his heart ache.
"Amazing, Liz," Jay whispered, his voice hoarse from the intensity of his climax. "You are the best fucking thing that has ever happened to me, you know that?"
"I know," Liz said, smirking as she gave his cock a few more lazy strokes, milking out the last few drops of cum that dribble from the tip.
Liz's experience during Jay's orgasm was very divergent from his own. The moment she uttered those three little words, he simply couldn’t resist any longer, not that he was resisting in the first place. Liz felt his whole body tense, and then his cock began to throb. It wasn’t the pulsating throb she had felt before, that was full of promise and expectation. This was different. This was pure, unadulterated release. Jay's orgasm was unlike anything she had ever seen before. It was a whole new level of intensity and passion.
Liz felt every single spit-filled, twitching inch of him as he spurted all over her face and chest. She knew that Jay was something of a distance shooter but rarely did she get more than a few token droplets on her face. Normally he would cum a bit more than your average man, certainly more than all of Liz's exes, but it was not like he would shoot a gallon... normally.
But this orgasm, this was an asteroid level event. He was fucking blazing a fucking hot trail of cum across her face like a waterfall. He was leaking out more cum than Liz had ever seen him produce and she was completely fucking drenched in the stuff. It was a fucking disaster zone of sticky, salty, and sweet cum.
Liz's face was a canvas of pure, unadulterated lust, coated in thick ropes of Jay's cum. It dripped down her chin, her neck, and onto her tits. Jay's cock was still throbbing, still twitching as he continued to shoot cum all over her face and chest. She felt the hot, sticky liquid hit her skin, felt it run down her body, coating her in his essence. It was fucking erotic, and she loved every fucking second of it. She looked up at Jay, her eyes filled with adoration and lust.
Liz brought her fingers to her lips, gathering some of the cum that was still dripping down her face, coating her lips. The taste shocked her, it wasn't salty or bitter It wasn't musty or stale.
Rather, it tasted eerily like the cake they had at their wedding and like the steaks they had during their honeymoon.
So back in the present, Jay's first clear image was that of Liz gorging herself on cum, using both of her hands to scoop cum into her mouth, the tastes of their wedding cake, their honeymoon steaks known to her alone. Her eyes were locked onto Jay’s, her lips wrapped around her fingers, her tongue swirling around them as she desperately, and quite expertly, cleaned Jay's cum off of her face, fingers, and breasts.
Jay could barely breathe, his heart pounding in his chest as he watched Liz savor the taste of his cum. This was some next level bullshit, this was some level of fucking affection that was on the ceiling of human achievement.
"Fuck, Liz," he groaned, his voice hoarse with exertion and desire. "That's so fucking hot." Liz smirked, her eyes never leaving his as she continued to lick and suck her fingers clean.
She didn't let a single drop of his cum go to waste. Jay watched Liz like a hawk as she tried to suck even more cum from her fingers.
Once there was no more of Jay's cum to be had on her she moved to his cock, gathering the last few drops from the head and shaft with her expert tongue, licking, sucking, and teasing, swirling, and swiping as if it were the last meal on earth.
His cock was softer than shredded wet toilet paper now, but it still twitched and throbbed in her mouth, making Jay's eyes roll back in his head with each flick of her tongue.
All too soon, Liz reluctantly pulled away from his cock, a low purr of satisfaction rumbling in her throat as she sat back on her heels, her breasts heaving with exertion and the intensity of their lovemaking.
Jay's breath was coming in ragged gasps, his body slick with sweat and his heart pounding in his chest. He reached out a trembling hand, cupping Liz's cheek, his thumb brushing away a stray drop of cum that clung to her skin.
"You are incredible, Liz," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion and desire. "I love you so fucking much."
Liz leaned into his touch, her eyes softening as she looked at him. "I love you too, Jay," she murmured, her voice a low purr.
In the lull of the afterglow, the movie's laugh track continued to blare through the speakers, but it felt distant, a faint echo compared to the pounding of their hearts.
"You're going to keep up your end of the deal, right, baby?" Liz asked, her voice a husky whisper, her fingers tracing the sweat-slicked contours of Jay's chest.
Jay could feel the aftershocks of his orgasm still rippling through his body, making his limbs feel heavy and his mind hazy with satisfaction.
Jay chuckled, a low, rumbling sound that vibrated through his chest. "Oh, I'll keep up my end, alright," he said, his voice laced with promise. "You know I always keep my promises."
Liz's lips curved into a wicked smile, her eyes sparkling with mischief and anticipation.
"in the meantime, lunch?" Liz asked, playing with the cock that showed exactly zero signs of life at the moment.
Jay nodded, his breathing beginning to return to normal as he leaned back against the couch, a lazy smile playing on his lips.
"Good," Liz purred, her fingers tracing lazy patterns on his chest. "Because we have some big plans for you, and I want you to be ready for them."