But why did it matter if the impulse was natural. Eric loved getting oral sex, and one of his biggest complaints about their marriage was that he never got it any more. Why shouldn't he get it? Megan remembered that she used to love going down on him. She remembered how she used to even initiate it…
Eric had been recommending that Megan and Carmen take a self-defense class. He wouldn't come right out and say it, but Megan suspected that he thought Chris might try something before his plea hearing later in the month. She tried to draw it out of him.
“ You never know what an asshole control-freak boyfriend is going to do. But some of them have a pattern. Chris has done this shit before. He has two domestic assault convictions in 2004, another in 2007, and then in 2010 they dropped felony charges on him when his girlfriend changed her mind on testifying. I think he has figured out that it's hard to make a charge stick without the girl's testimony, and the fucker is looking at hard time.”
“ He will try to intimidate Carmen?”
Eric shrugged. “It never hurts to be prepared.”
“ Is that why you kept coming over for dinner?”
“ Sorta. I also thought Carmen's sister was hot, and a great cook to boot.”
When Megan approached Carmen with the idea, she resisted. “I hated school. This sounds too much like school.”
Eric finally seemed to persuade her by offering a private session with just him, Carmen, and Megan at a precinct gym after hours. Megan had show up directly from work. Carmen never showed and wasn't answering her cell phone.
“ Is she in trouble?” Eric looked worried.
“ Unlikely. She was making excuses and having second thoughts about coming. I don't think she believes self-defense is ladylike.”
“ Neither is getting beaten up.”
“ Why don't you give me a lesson?”
Eric assented and took her down to the gym. The biggest things he emphasized were keeping a low center of gravity in a fighting stance, and avoiding her male opponent's stronger arms. He taught her some techniques on breaking grips, using objects like keys as weapons, throwing a heavier person off balance, and where to hit.
Megan liked it. She was barely over five feet tall and weighed less than a hundred pounds. It made her feel like she had some power, and wasn't doomed to be a victim if she was attacked.
She also found it sexually exciting. Eric would practice some of the techniques by trying to grab her and having her fend him off. She liked the feel of his arms when he succeeded in holding her. He was strong and could lift her off the ground with little effort.
Finally, he came at her deliberately off-balance, to see if she could take advantage of it. She did, and pulled his arm to drag him across her leg like he had shown her, tripping him and sending him to the mat. She hadn't succeeded in breaking his grip, however, and he pulled her down on top of him.
Her head landed on his abdomen, and her breasts were pressed up against his groin. She could immediately tell that he was as aroused as she was.
She held the position and kissed his stomach through his shirt. “Is anyone else in the building?” She asked, a half-smile crossing her face.
Eric ran his hand through her hair. His erection was nestled in the valley of her breasts, and she felt it twitch when he answered. “The building is dead between shift changes, unless they schedule training. Which they didn't.”
Megan smiled. “Good.” She tugged his sweatpants down over his erection, and took it into her mouth for the first time.
The phantom taste of Eric's cock floated in Megan's memory — it had been salty from their exertions in the gym. She wanted him again.
Eric had finished vacuuming, and as soon as he shut the machine off, Megan shoved him back onto the couch, spread his legs, and knelt between them.
“ Whoa,” was all Eric could say.
She looked up at him, recalling the same half-smile she had shown him the first time she gave him head. “I was thinking of that self-defense training you gave me when we were first dating.”
“ I remember those. You always got turned on, and went down on me on the gym floor every Thursday for six weeks.”
“ Feel like re-living old times?”
The speed with which Eric reached for the remote control caused him to bobble it a few times before he could shut the TV off. Megan gave an open-mouthed smile and allowed Eric to see the way her tongue played across her teeth.
She remembered that Eric liked her looking at him, so she narrowed her eyes in what she hoped was a sultry way while running her hands up his thighs. She touched the power of his leg muscles through the denim of his jeans, which caused her to feel an erotic jolt somewhere behind her belly button. She moaned.
“ Oh, I am getting wet just thinking about what I am going to do to you.” Her right hand undid his belt buckle while her left squeezed the hardness she could feel in his crotch. She liked how it throbbed in response to her touch, showing how much Eric wanted her.
“ What are you going to do to me?” Eric asked.
“ I think you know.” She unzipped his fly and her hands could now feel the warmth of his erection through the cotton of his briefs. “I think you know, but you want me to say it.”
Eric arched his hips off the couch to allow her to pull down his jeans and briefs, giving her the access she wanted to his cock. “Yeah, I do like you to say it,” he said.
“ Then I will tell you.” Megan leaned forward, placing her mouth closer to her goal. She made sure she held his eyes with hers as she spoke. “I am going to take this big cock of yours and put it my mouth. Your sexy wife is going to suck you off and make you come, just like she used to.”
“ That sounds like — “
Megan cut him off mid-sentence by encircling the head of his cock with her lips.
He was so hot in her mouth. She felt his cock give a few spasms of pleasure in response to her tongue, and she reveled in the power she had to make him feel this way. Megan swirled her tongue around his engorged flesh, enjoying the contrast of the soft tender skin with the steel hardness underneath. Her hands grasped the base of his shaft and balls, adding some extra squeezes in the way she remembered he liked.
Making a seal halfway down the base with her lips, she added some suction, and was rewarded by hearing Eric groan.
She watched him extend his hands down to hold her face. His thumb traced the outline of her jaw and his fingers caressed her skin. Megan saw a look in his eyes that she hadn't seen in two years — the blissful look of a man being brought to heaven by the talents of the woman he loved. She realized that she had missed that look.
Why had she stopped giving him head, she wondered? She remembered that it had felt like a chore, doing nothing for her, and she hadn't really liked the idea of tasting his cum. She had always pulled away before he came, allowing his seed to shoot in the air, but she didn't even like the idea of tasting the lubricant that came out when he was getting warmed up.
Today was different. Today, going down on him was doing something for her. She felt turned on. She felt powerful. She felt loved. Today the taste didn't bother her. It's just protein. In fact, she actually liked it, knowing she was tasting his arousal for her.
His moans and the increased thrusting of his hips toward her face told Megan that she had brought Eric to the verge of climax. She tightened the grip of her hand around his shaft. But instead of withdrawing her mouth and finishing him by hand like she used to do, Megan swirled her tongue faster, and let out her own moan, which she hoped he would feel in his cock.
“ Oh God, Megan, I love how you do this. I am going to come!” Such a sweetheart — he knew she didn't like it when he came in her mouth so he was warning her. But not today. She wanted to taste him. She squeezed his balls and shaft with her hands and gave the glans one last swirl, and she felt him spasm, followed by a hot stickiness spraying against the roof of her mouth. Megan swallowed his seed, and continued bathing his cock with her lips and tongue as he spurted more cum inside her mouth.