Dianna's Awakening Ch. 03
Paul finished cleaning up the mower and walked into the kitchen from the garage. His tee-shirt was wet with perspiration, and he looked overheated.
"Can I get you a cold drink?" I asked.
He wiped his brow with a paper towel as he replied, "That would be great."
I filled a large tumbler with ice then poured freshly brewed tea over it nearly to the top. Paul sat down at the kitchen table, and I handed his drink to him. Living with the same man for all these years, I knew that he would gulp the entire tumbler to quench his thirst, so I stood by his side, holding the pitcher of tea until he set the empty glass down. "Thanks, Hun," Paul said as I refilled his drink.
"It must be pretty hot out there," I mentioned as I sat down across the table from him.
He replied, "Smokin, I could have started earlier, but then the grass is still wet, and it clogs up the mower."
Paul took another large gulp of his tea then asked, "Have you heard from what's his name?"
I couldn't recall if I told Paul his name, so I answered, "His name is Jerry, and no, I haven't heard from him even though he said he'd be in touch."
Paul seemed to want to pry as he asked, "Have you snuck out during the day to fuck any other men?"
His question angered me a little, so I sternly replied, "No, Paul, but I could have."
He smiled at me and asked, "You've gotten more offers for a quick suck and fuck?"
As Paul continued, I grew even madder. "I've received several inquiries since Wednesday, and no, I haven't replied to any of them."
"Let me guess, you're waiting for Jerry to contact you again," Paul remarked, his tone of voice somewhat sarcastic.
"Perhaps, but I'm considering other options," I answered.
Paul laughed then said, "Other options? What other options besides meeting strange men for casual sex are there?"
I got up from the table and poured myself a glass of tea then sat down beside him. It was clear that he had a one-track mind on how the swinger lifestyle works. In his narrow-minded conception, a man would contact a woman trying to elicit casual sex, and if the woman agreed, a meeting was arranged so they could fuck. I decided to fill him in on some of the other possibilities.
"One possible option would be to attend a meet and greet where like-minded individuals gather at a local pub or a hotel ballroom to mingle and get to know lots of people," I explained.
Paul wanted to demean my choice to join the swinger's community as often as possible and replied, "So it's like an organized meat market, pick your favorite cut and get a room to fuck."
"Why do you always have to speak so nasty about all this?" I questioned.
He laughed and answered, "Cause in my mind, it's not only nasty but also very wrong."
"Well, I'm sure you'll think this possibility is very nasty. I could choose to attend a private party where a swinging couple opens their home to invited guests. There're usually more men than women at these parties. At first, everyone is together drinking, dancing, and just getting to know each other, but as the night progresses, people pair up and head off to a bedroom." I said.
He grinned and said, "Sounds like an invitation-only meet and greet."
"Yes, but at these parties, once a couple finishes, the man leaves, and the woman remains in the bedroom. The first man sends in the next one interested in being with that woman, so basically, she gets to enjoy as many cocks as she wants." I explained.
I had to assume the mental image of me on a bed waiting for a series of men to walk in with one, and only one thing on his mind excited Paul a little because he answered. "That's perfect for you, Dianna, one strange cock after another filling every and any hole they want."
I smiled at him and answered, "I have to admit that's something I'm planning on trying soon."
"Anything else?" Paul asked, seemingly amazed at the nearly endless variety of ways that I could pleasure myself.
I saved the best for last and said, "You know how much I love sucking rock-hard cock."
"You've made that abundantly clear lately," Paul responded.
I continued, "Well, I was in a chat room the other day, and the conversation was about glory holes. If you're interested in anonymous oral sex, a glory hole is perfect for you."
"Where do you find these glory holes," Paul asked.
I smiled at him and answered, "Porn shops mostly, they have video booths to watch porn movies and someone drills three or four-inch holes in the sidewalls between the booths. Anyone who wants to suck cock with no interaction except the actual hard cock goes inside, then men who want their cock sucked line up and one after another stick their erection through the glory hole. Some of the people in the chat room admitted to sucking off a couple of dozen men in one extra-long glory hole session."
Paul laughed and said, "I suppose you're planning on finding a glory hole?"
I just grinned and replied, "As soon as possible."
"You know Dianna if someone had asked me a month ago if I thought my wife would go into a porn shop so she could suck off any cock that appeared through one of these holes I would have told them they were crazy," Paul commented.
I giggled and answered, "I may be crazy, but the idea excites me."
Paul finished his drink and stood up as he walked to the counter he said, "All this talk of having multiple men fucking every hole you can offer, and taking a couple of dozen cum loads in your mouth through a glory hole has me all horny. I don't suppose you'd be willing to give your old hubby a quick blow job, would you?"
He wasn't the only one who got turned on by the conversation, and I suggested, "If my old hubby takes a shower and asks me nicely, I'd be happy to swallow his load."
Paul bolted for the stairs, and shortly after that, I heard the shower running. I haven't enjoyed a cock since I was with Jerry; to be honest, even though Paul wouldn't come close to satisfying me, I could at least savor the taste of his creamy thick cum load.
I gave him enough time to wash the coating of sweat off his body, then slowly headed upstairs. He was sitting in bed, his back against the headboard a towel wrapped around his waist when I stepped through the doorway. Since Jerry had convinced me to be open about my body and what I saw as its flaws, I decided to do something that would heighten Paul's anticipation of what was about to happen. I slowly pulled my tank top over my head and tossed it aside, reaching between my tits I undid the clasp of my bra and let the cups fall from my body giving him a view of my pink nipples and slightly darker areola. It was a view of my naked chest he'd only enjoyed a couple of times before.
"You've got such cute titties," Paul said while he stared at my breasts.
Encouraged by his compliment, I smiled and slid my hands to the clasp that held my shorts tightly around my waist. Paul's smile and eyes widened as I undid the clasp and wiggled my hips out of my shorts, letting them fall to the carpet around my feet.
As I slowly walked toward the foot of the bed, I was amazed by how he looked at me. Even though we've been married for years, the look of total lust on his face was something I don't ever recall seeing before.
I stopped with my knees touching the edge of our mattress. Paul still wide-eyed said, Dianna, I can't remember seeing you this naked."
"Does my body turn you on?" I asked, hoping for an answer that would make me smile.
Paul smiled and said, "What do you think?" He hooked a finger inside the towel and flipped it off his body.
His cock was erect standing proudly from his loins. I smiled and said, "I guess that answers my question."
As he used a finger and his thumb to wave his hard cock at me, he said, "I'd love to have you crawl up here and give me a slow, comfortable blow job."
I bent at the waist and slipped my panties down my legs, after stepping out of the plain white cotton garment I straightened up and let him stare at my neatly trimmed pubic mound.
"Oh my god, Dianna," Paul said in reaction to seeing me completely naked and in broad daylight.
As I crawled toward him, I asked, "After I've swallowed every drop of your creamy thick cum load, would you like to have me sit on your face so you and eat this sweet tasting pussy?"
"Jesus Christ, Dianna, what's gotten into you?" Paul asked.
As I reached to pull the towel entirely off his legs, I said, "I've be awakened to my sensuality."
His eyes stayed focused on mine as I dipped my head and slowly licked around his balls using my flattened tongue to moisten them. Then, I used the tip to trace along the urethra until I reached his frenulum flicking at that most sensitive spot repeatedly. Paul's throaty moan was signaling I pleased him immensely.
"That feels so fuckin' good," Paul said as I continued my snake-like flicking at his frenulum.
I've sucked my husband off countless times since our wedding day, always with the intent of making him climax and coat my mouth with his thick creamy sauce, but this blowjob was different. I intended to tease him, kissing licking and gently sucking every part of his tiny prick.
I extended my tongue, slowly ran it around the circumference of his corona, and was rewarded with a tiny drop of pre-cum that oozed from the opening of his urethra. I quickly flicked the tip of my tongue at it tasting his juice.
"Damn, Dianna, I love how you're teasing my cock," Paul said as I continued kissing and licking his cock.
Every time my tongue touched it, his cock twitched almost involuntary. I looked up at him and said, "If you want me to take it in my mouth, you'll have to ask nicely."
He instantly replied, "Please, for the love of God, put your mouth on it."
I thought about making him beg me to surround his tiny cock with my moist warm mouth but decided instead to wait and have him plead for me to make him cum. I lowered my head, pursed my lips kissing the very tip before opening my mouth, and let his cock head slip between my soft, moist lips. In a moment, my lips pressed against his pubic mound, and I extended my tongue over my lip to gently caress his scrotum.
Paul moaned softly as I began sucking his cock head and reached out, placing one hand on the back of my head.
Normally at this point, I would begin to concentrate on bringing him to orgasm, but with my new found sensuality, I wanted to show him that oral sex is something besides just having him fill my mouth with his thick, creamy sperm.
I lifted my mouth off his tiny cock and let a string of saliva stretch from my tongue to the tip of his cock. Paul sensed my change of technique and removed his hand from my head. As I moved my open mouth toward him, I slurped the string back inside then again pressed my lips against his curly patch of pubic hair.
"Fuck yeah!" Paul exclaimed as my tongue swirled around his cock head.
Even though his cock had no chance of reaching the back of my mouth, the change in how I sucked him caused my saliva glands into overdrive, filling my mouth with spit. I bobbed up and down on his rock-hard cock for several moments, my lips held tightly together, then letting his throbbing cock slip from my mouth. I looked up at him, grinned, then spat at his cock, covering it entirely with my saliva. For the first time in recent memory, I was enjoying giving my husband head.
As I licked and sucked his pulsing cock, I occasionally looked up into his eyes, not only to confirm that he was enjoying my blowjob but also for the clear signs that my oral talent was bringing him closer to orgasm. I used my lips to caress his frenulum softly, then licked his smooth corona before surrounded his cock head with the warm moist flesh inside my mouth, sucking gently but drawing my cheeks in to pleasure him.
At one point, when I glanced up at him, Paul smiled and said, "You've never sucked me like this before."
"You like my new-found sensuality?" I asked.
As I took him back in my mouth, Paul moaned and replied, "I love it."
I love my husband deeply and knowing that after all the years of our marriage, I could still please him made me feel very sexy. I also knew that by pleasuring him this way, he would continue to show support of my on-going plans to satisfy my fantasies of pleasing myself with another man's big hard cock.
I again let his tiny rock-hard cock slip from my mouth, with my lips touching the underside I asked, "Are you ready to cum?"
"Yes!" Paul exclaimed.
I kissed his cock head and opened my mouth so I could hold him inside as he came.
"But today I want to watch as my cock shoots its load," Paul said before I could engulf his throbbing cock in my mouth.
Before this, when my husband's cock erupted, it was always held between my lips, his balls pumping my mouth full of rich, thick semen. I supposed that I wasn't the only one with sexual fantasies. I began licking his frenulum with the tip of my tongue while I used my index finger and thumb to stroke the length of his short cock shaft.
"Do you want to give me a cum facial?" I asked.
His eyes fixed on my face, and his lustful stare should have provided the answer to my obvious question, but Paul answered, "Yes, I want to coat your sexy face with my load."
I licked at his cock head a little faster, and my fingers stroked his shaft with an ever-increasing pace. I want to feel his hot load paste my face, I wanted to taste his sweet cum as it dribbled onto my tongue. I wanted to become, at least for the moment, his cum slut.
Unknowingly in his own way, Paul had turned the tables on me. I would be begging him to cum, pleading for him to coat my face, paste my eyes shut with his impressive load of creamy, thick searing hot cum.
"Please cum for me, Paul, make me your cock sucking cum slut," I begged.
I continued stroking his shaft with my fingertips, flicking the tip of my tongue against his frenulum until his eyes widened, signaling that his balls were about to explode.
"I'm begging you, Paul, shoot that awesome cum load all over my face," I pleaded.
"Arrgh," he screeched as a stream of pre-cum shot from his cock. It splashed down over his cock head and my fingers.
"FUCK!" he bellowed as the full force of his orgasm slammed into him. A thick wad of white-hot cum shot out and coated one side of my nose, followed almost instantaneously by the tsunami of cum that normally filled my mouth completely.
By the time his balls were empty, I was covered with his sticky seed. My nose, cheeks, and lips glistened with cum as well as my fingers and his pubic mound. I began the arduous task of licking and slurping his impressive cum load into my mouth as his tiny prick shrank to almost nothing. As always, his cum tasted incredible. As I swallow the thick wads I'd recovered, I was reminded what it felt like on Wednesday night when Jerry had exploded deep in my throat, sending his cum shot directly into my stomach.
As I finished cleaning his loins, I expected that Paul would slide down and let me crawl up over him to sit on his face as I'd suggested earlier, but to my disappointment when I rose from his crotch, I found my husband fast asleep. True to form, Paul had blown his load and drifted off into a satisfied nab.
I slipped to his side, laid down, and as I fingered myself through several orgasms, I imagined myself visiting a porn shop and satisfying every rock-hard cock offered through a glory hole, a fantasy that I would experience as soon as possible.
While he slept, I sat down at my computer and replied to several inquiries I'd received on the web site, figuring that Jerry wouldn't be getting in touch for another meeting I decided to move on. About two hours later, Paul entered the room, "Sorry about that, Dianna," he said.
"No big deal, as usual, I satisfied myself," I replied somewhat sarcastically.
He walked to where I was sitting, placed his hands on my shoulders, and said, "That was the most incredible blowjob you've ever given me. Do you want to go back and pick up where we left off?"
"What's the point? I'd rather find satisfaction elsewhere," I answered.
His hands slid off my shoulders, and as he walked away, he said, "Perhaps that's for the best."
That comment led me to believe that he'd accepted defeat and that no matter what he did, I would continue to seek gratification for my sexual desires outside our home. I had sent a reply to a member whose name was Your Pleasure; the only photo in his profile was a face shot. He wasn't extraordinarily handsome, but something about his eyes intrigued me, dark and mystical I could imagine those eyes staring at me as his cock pummeled my wet cunt.
Your Pleasure was apparently on line when I replied because I received a reply which brought a smile to my lips. He wrote, "Lady Di; I'm so glad you got back to me. I was hoping to see a photo attached, but I know that discretion is sometimes best. I'll tell you more about myself and how I came to join Swingers Unlimited. I have been married, somewhat unhappily, for fourteen years. My wife is somewhat of a prude and only enjoys sexual intercourse in the missionary position. The idea of oral or anal sex disgusts her. Without her knowledge, I decided a few months ago to find a more open-minded lady that wants and provides the satisfaction missing in my life. Because I'm doing this without her knowledge, discretion is, of course, utmost in my thoughts. I have discovered that many ladies on this site shy away from becoming involved with men who are married where the spouse isn't like-minded, so I haven't met with very many members. I would understand completely if you also wouldn't want this kind of arrangement. I've attached a more intimate photo of myself in hopes that it may peak your interest. I truly hope you'll get back to me so we can talk about a possible meeting. Thanks, Your Pleasure."
I clicked on the icon of his photo as I thought about having an illicit affair with a married man. The picture was a selfie he'd taken with his phone of his reflection in a mirror. Your Pleasure appeared to be middle-aged and for lack of a better term somewhat paunchy. The phone covered his face, but this more intimate image clearly showed his erect cock, which of course, was what I was most interested in. I estimated it to be seven or eight inches in length, circumcised with a bulbous mushroom-shaped head. A cock that certainly would tickly my throat and reach the depths of my loins. After creating a subfolder titled YP and saving both photos, I clicked on reply.
I wrote, "Your Pleasure, thank you for replying to me. I do apologize for not having a photo of myself to share. Like you, I am also married and joined SU for the same reason; my husband is unable to satisfy my desires completely, so I understand and agree with your reasoning to join the site. I agree that discretion is of utmost importance. With that in mind, I'm wondering if you would be able to meet with me tomorrow afternoon to talk and see if I'm someone you'd enjoy spending time with? Unlike your wife, I especially enjoy giving and receiving oral stimulation, and I'm totally open to the idea of anal sex even though I'm not well experienced. I enjoyed your intimate photo and look forward to having someone take some of me with my phone so that I can share it with other members. If you're still interested, I would be available after one o'clock for our first meeting. Yours Lady Di." I clicked send and sat back in my chair, wondering if he was still online.r"
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