New Beginnings

Frustrated and tired, he walked through the threshold of their home.His head hung low, his shirt was wrinkled and half tucked, his tie was loose and draped just below the collar.

“Woman” he called out, “woman! i'm home” he called again, but silence was his only response.

“Where is that wretched woman of mine?” he thought to himself.

Continuing onward through the house, he sat his belongings among the table making sure to note that everything was indeed in place, he sat for a moment to be still, and collected his peace before tending to his duties.

As he sat, he observed the room, trying to make sense of why his wife hadn't been to see to him yet.

“What the hell” he muttered under his breath, as he lit his cigar, kicking off his shoes he eased deeper into his seat and relaxed his bones shuttering off a groan here and there as his day was laborious giving he’d just come off a 12 hour shift at his factory.

He unlocked his phone and scrolled through his messages thinking that maybe he was overreacting and she’d maybe she’d left him something to say she would be away or something, but alas no new new’s on the whereabouts of his wife.

“Maybe she got distracted” he’d thought to himself, “She does tend to stray without thought after all” a voice of reasoning came into mind, ” besides i was suppose to be home later this evening but still she should know better “

As he looked at his phone, he shook his head in disbelief and decided that the only thing he could do was to let her know that he’d made it home and he could be found in the study when she arrived, but before he could even get the message together, he heard a slight thump coming from the upstairs room.

“Of course” he chuckled as he got up from his chair and stretched his leg’s, “nap time” he chuckled again shaking his head, as he made his way up the stairs he was careful not to be too loud as he knew she’d more than likely get startled.

However as he approached the landing he could hear a soft and subtle moaning coming through the hall, a sound he hadn't heard in quite sometime himself, he became anxious and his heart began to pound, thumping with a rapid and deliberate beat.

“Mother Fucker!!” he exclaimed with a pause in his step.

He stood frozen, listening with an intense ear, trying to make headway of what was happening at this point of time and considering the action’s that his next move could make. It had been a long and exhausting day for the mister, so his patience was out the window and his temper at this point was fueled by emotion and distress.

At this point, there had been problems in the marriage, but he didn't think, nor could he imagine that those problems could cause this deep of an issue.

He stood still in the hallway listening, still, hoping that once again he was overreacting and that the love of his life would never betray him in this manner.

Still he stood but he could no longer withstand the anticipation, he put a sprint in his step and with a swift motion barged into the room, staring at the bed that they shared for the last 12 years together and paused …

“Wretched bitch” he said with a sigh of relief under his breath,

He stood and he watched her, as she had not heard him this whole time, she had her headphones on and was lost within her own moment, eye’s blindfolded to enhance her mood.

He waited, approaching the bed, watching as she twitched, juices flowing like a faucet covering her like a fine linen.

He listened to her there, watching with anticipation, waiting for her to finish, he intended to use his tongue as her towel and take all of her within his mouth as he once use to, he wanted to coat his face with the juice of his love, he wanted every drop to flow down the back of his throat and into his body to replenish his spirit, and reawaken a force that once destroyed plenty of bed frames and headboards.

He could wait no longer, just thinking about how good it would be to receive this wonderful bounty that his woman had presented unknowingly.

With her leg’s spread, he sized her up one good time making sure that his movement was just as swift as it was when he walked into the room.

He took his mark, locked in on his mission and dove right in grabbing her by the wrists and shoving his face deeply into her body, penetrating her lips with his tongue and thrusting among her wall’s grabbing every last bit of her soaking wet manner.

Startled at first but she didn't flinch, she didn't cause a scene, she simply smiled and embraced that man's face between her legs wrapping him in even deeper begging him to eat her like she was the meal he’d been needing, and with great pleasure he obliged, shoving his tongue deeper, without cause of a breathe, he delighted in her moans, stroking her pearl and playing with her body.

Never mind that he wanted the permission nor did he need it, he was going to take what was his and take all that he missed, all he needed was an open opportunity and this was it, this was his moment and he wasn’t going to waste one minute, with every second that passed he took every measure to make sure his misses felt great pleasure.

And in that pleasure that she took, his nature began to rise, getting harder and harder by the minute. the clock was ticking and he was still thickening, throbbing from the moaning that was coming from this lips of his woman, veins bulging, pressure building, he could feel the release coming.

Within the heat of the moment he swept her off of the bed throwing her against the wall without loosing a beat, head still pressed firmly between her legs he began to unzip his pant's and let his throbbing penis free of captivity. he fell to his knees easing her down the wall using his face as her seat as he knew she would buckle once he let her go he held himself close with a firm grip making sure that his wife could see the monster that she had awakened as her moans grew deeper.

she watched with great anticipation awaiting his arrival, she watched as the throbbing turning to pulsating, she noticed the way his head began to jerk with each stroke and she could see the tear well up and at that moment she knew that he was about to depart.

Without thought she fell into his wayside, now mounting his face with a firm planted grounding, grinding slowly and hard, spreading her lips across his face, smearing her juices into his beard. waiting and timing his down stroke "one, two, three" with his hand at the base of his pelvis she wrapped her throat around him taking every inch of her husband into her.

With a warm, wet mouth housing the shaft of his penis he could no longer maintain, she would fondle his balls and with a muffled moan he knew she was ready, she was begging for all that he held within and, she wanted to drink him the same as he did for her. she wanted that man, she longed for that man within that moment as she had like their very first time.

She took a breath, and with all that she had she took her husband down to the base, her lips now kissing his pelvis, she stroked him with everything she had until he gave everything he had build up, he bit down into her thigh and within that moment he let everything he had deep down into the back of her throat holding her head into position releasing his grip just slightly so that she wouldn't choke, and once he finished he exclaimed to his wife

"Woman, i'm home"