Is She or Isn’t She? Part Two

Copyright Deni Wom 2004

The tears running from his eyes were wetting the sheer fabric he held in his hands, held against his tear stained cheeks. His eyes sought hers, but his tongue could not speak. His lower lip trembled, just like his cock was trembling. He vaguely realized it was so hard it was aching.

She gracefully moved the two steps between them and put her hand on his. Slowly she pulled it away from his wet cheeks. Her lips came gliding in slow motion toward his, and she kissed him, pressing her tongue against his lips until he allowed her her lingual entrance into his mouth. The scent of sperm emanated from her mouth as she breathed so near his flaring nostrils. She was breathing harder than she normally did. Her tongue caressed his tongue, his gums, his teeth. She lingered there for a long time, working her magic inside his mouth. She pulled away for a brief instant, just long enough to say, “I love you baby, more than you will ever know.”

Her hand found his rampant need and she began to stroke it with her fingertips.

Reaching up to his hand again, she took her soiled underwear from his hand and lowered it to his cock shaft, wrapping the soiling around his shaft and began to stroke it up and down him. He could feel the cool wetness that had been congealing there.

She passed the wet fabric under his ball sack and then back up the too rigid pain of his cock. She continued to kiss his mouth with all of the softness he desperately wanted to feel, to receive from her. He needed to feel her love, her desire for him, to heal his pain, to close the ragged holes in his heart.

The honesty of her kiss as she coated his sexual organs with the cum of what could only be her lover was more than he could take. His hips began to move back and forth, thrusting his rigid shaft in and out of her encircling hand.

They both felt his approaching orgasm, his shame at his humiliation, and his desperate need to feel her absorb his cumming. She pulled away from his mouth and looked down at his thrusting cock.

Her eyes were bright and steely as she panted “Yes baby, good baby! Cum right on my wet panties baby. Good boy! Yes, mark your territory right here in your wife’s hands. Good boy, cum on top of the wetness there honey. Yes! Go! CUM!!” His hips were furiously fucking her hand now and there was no way he could stop. She watched his face as he blushed bright red at losing self-control and succumbing to her lewd coaxing. God, what was she talking about, ‘Marking his territory?’ Was she not his? Why not in her body. That was where he belonged. His reeling mind refocused his imagination, remembering being inside her. Within seconds he began to spew his maleness onto her soft soaked panties, held there under his cock head as she yanked up and down on his out-of-control spasming cock. He spewed powerfully, more powerfully than he could remember ever before. As he slowed, she closed her hand again around his cock shaft, stroking the renewed sogginess up and down him, milking the last of his sperm from his shaft onto the silky fabric, smiling up at him, watching his eyes intently as his shame overcame him and he turned from her.

She guided him to their marital bed, helped him lie down. She gently covered him, kissing him as a mother tenderly kisses her son goodnight after a big game. He was asleep in seconds.