Marlene blushed bright as a beet.
Good Lord, had he guessed? Was her sin stamped upon her brow like a scarlet letter? Was her breath scented by Billy Wilson's cum? Was the outline of the boy's cock still indented into her cheek?
But then Charles said, "Did you dent the car?"
She breathed a sigh of relief. "Certainly not!" she said.
"Well, you're acting very strange. I'm sure that you must have some reason. Either you did something naughty, or you want a new dress."
Marlene saw the perfect explanation.
She smiled and averted her gaze.
"Am I so obvious?" she asked.
"I can read you like a book," Charles said.
Wait until you get to the page where I start giving head to shoeshine boys, she thought.
But she wasn't worried now. That was not a passage that he would ever read.
She said, "The truth is… I've been so very horny all day, darling. I get embarrassed about it… so I thought maybe if I treated you extra nice, you might get feeling a bit randy, yourself… and take the initiative."
"Why, you minx," he said, not at all displeased by her logical explanation. "You never have to be evasive about that… anytime you want sex, I'm ready."
His affectionate agreement made his wife feel even more ashamed of the way she had misbehaved.
She wasn't, in fact, feeling particularly randy at the moment, having had a lovely hand job just before he got home, but she figured she had better follow through with the pretense. And it was no hardship, either. Despite her unholy lust for young boys, she still loved her husband and enjoyed fucking him.
She grinned sheepishly – carefully designing that expression deliberately – and lifted her dress.
"I didn't wear any panties," she said. "Just in case."
Charles gazed at her delectable cunt and his eyes began to gleam. A twitch rose at the front of his pants.
"Shall we go to bed?" he asked.
"You haven't finished your drink, darling." He glanced at it, as if surprised to discover a glass in his hand. He shrugged.
"And I haven't put your slippers on yet."
Charles realized that his wife had ideas other than a standard bedroom fuck. That suited him nicely.
He sipped his martini.
Marlene knelt down and unlaced his shoes. She took them off. She removed his socks and put his slippers on. Then her hands continued up his legs, rubbing his calves and massaging his hard thighs. He reclined on the easy chair, his body slightly bridged so that his pelvis was lifted. He sipped his cocktail, watching her through narrowed eyes and smiling contentedly. He was quite happy to have her take the initiative, to choreograph the sex any way she chose.
Her hands moved over his crotch.
His prick hardened in his trousers, growing fat and lifting his fly like a tent.
Marlene massaged him until his cock was throbbing.
Then she sat back on her heels and pulled her dress over her head, letting it fall to the floor at her side. As her bare body came into view, her husband sighed appreciatively.
"You could be a centerfold," he said.
Marlene smiled, taking it as a compliment.
Charles often complimented her in a similar fashion, telling her how well she would photograph, rather than directly admiring her body. She wondered why that was.
But she thought nothing of it.
Marlene, who was kinky for young boys, had no idea that her husband had certain kinks of his own.
She leaned over his loin's again.
She opened his belt and drew his zipper down. He wore black nylon shorts, and those elastic shorts were stretched taut by his rampant cock so that they stood up from his open fly. The material was molded to the contours of his cock so that the outline of his cockhead and shaft was definite – like a negative of his prick in black.
Marlene eyed that impressive black lump and her eyes began to shine and her pussy began to get juicy.
She folded her fist around the shaft and skimmed up and down, drawing the black nylon even tighter over his cock. It loomed up from her fist like a big-headed war club.
She leaned over him.
She took his nylon-sheathed cockhead into her mouth and began to suck it right through the material.
Charles gazed down, watching his wife's lips pull on that black-clad prick. It was very erotic. It as almost as if he were watching her suck another man's cock – some alien man made of smooth black nylon, his balls filled with ebony cum.
Charles would have loved to take a photograph of Marlene sucking on that jet black prick.
There were a lot of photographs that Charles would have liked to take, in fact.
But he had never revealed his quirk to his wife. He didn't think that Marlene would appreciate it. He had taken a few pictures of her once when she was asleep, and he kept them hidden away, looking, at them once in a while and getting horny as hell when he did so. But he knew it would be much more erotic if she were to pose for pictures, rather than be an innocent slumbering subject.
Someday, if he could figure out how to bring the idea up without embarrassing her.
But at the moment he was taking no pictures, although his eyes flashed like the lenses of a camera as he watched her mouth his nylon-covered dick.
Her head bobbed up and down. Her lips unpeeled around the dark stalk as she sucked. She went far down the shaft, slurping the drawn-up nylon into her mouth like a cloak around his cock. Then she pulled her lips away and used her tongue for a moment, running it in long fluid strokes up his cockshaft and across his cockhead.
A damp patch appeared on the tightly stretched nylon that sheathed his knob. Marlene squealed with pleasure as she saw that oily manifestation of her oral skill. She pulled the elastic band of his brick out and drew them down, baring his big prick.
Charles had a long fat cock with a thick ventral vein that, at the moment, was pulsating darkly. His cockhead was flared and flushed.
Marlene was trying her very best to concentrate on her husband's prick and not to think about Billy Wilson's young cock – not to make any comparisons.
The tip, cleft parted wide, was slippery with a flow of preliminary cum. The juice bubbled from the slit and foamed down the smooth cockhead.
Marlene bent down again and used her tongue to lave that creamy knob, gathering his juices up and savoring them on her taste buds for a moment, then swallowing them down. After she had laved his knob sparkling clean, she slipped her mouth over it in a tight collar and sucked so hard she seemed to be inhaling his cockmeat right down into her lungs.
"Unnggghh!" she gasped as she filled her throat with the hot slab.
He spilled a trickle of cum into her gullet.
Marlene would have liked to suck him off, and she knew that he would love it. It would sort of make it up to him for already milking a young boy's dick that day. But in another way, it almost seemed as if it would make her sin even worse – blowing her husband just after she had given head to another man. Well, it struck her as the sort of thing that would make her infidelity even more depraved.
Then, too, with, a dick in her mouth, it was hard not to remember how Billy's young prick had tasted and how it had filled her mouth with cum.
She sighed and dragged her lips away, giving him a last loving slurp on the knob as she retreated.
Charles waited patiently, his cock booming, letting his horny wife use his prick as she pleased.
She cupped her plump tits in both hands and pushed them together into a deep cleavage. Then she moved closer and folded those creamy tits around his cock.
Charles began to hump out of the chair, fucking her between the boobs with long slow strokes.
His swollen, smoking cockhead came pushing out from her cleavage and ran up her breastbone almost to her throat, then dipped down again, disappearing into the soft crack between her fat tits.