I got home about three, after showering in Sinne's hotel room and then
wandering around outside one of the smokiest bars in the metropolitan area.
I opened the door to the bedroom and slipped my contact lenses off in the
darkness, then made my way into bed.

"Whatime'sit?" came the mumble from the other side of the bed.

"Almost three."  I closed my eyes.

"D'jou guys have fun?"

"What? Oh, yeah, just went to the bar."

"Can tell."  She sniffed at my smoke-filled hair.  "You're stinky."

"I love you, too, sweetheart."

"Mmmmm.  Well, I hope you feel better, anyway."  She was half-awake, now,
and headed for the bathroom to relieve herself.

"Hon, do you worry about our insurance premiums?"

She appeared to pause in mid-stride, then continued after a second.  After
the toilet flushed and some washing ensued, she came back out of the
bathroom.  She didn't head back to the bed, but wandered into the closet,
completely ignoring my question.  I couldn't figure out what was up, but I
was way too tired to worry about it right now.  I drifted off.

When I woke up some uncounted time span later, my left hand was cupped
around a breast and my right was being directed up and down a nylon-covered
thigh by her hand.  "Honey," she mumbled.  "Are you awake?"

I was now.  "Ummm. yeah."

"Good."  She removed her hand, but definitely expected me to continue as I
had been directed.  Which I was pleased to do; the silky hosiery was quite
enticing.

This was incredibly insane.  She rarely wore lingerie-certainly never
changed into it at three in the morning.  "All dressed up, hmm?  What's the
occasion?"

"Horny.  And I know you like this outfit."

Of course I did.  I'd bought those vintage stockings for her two years ago
and begged her to wear them, but aside from one occasion in a hotel room in
Las Vegas they may as well have not even existed.

"So, are you gonna help me out, here, lover, or am I going to have to do it
myself?"  She covered her other breast with her own hand, and I could feel
her moving her other hand towards her cunt.

I was stunned.  And mostly spent; but despite my earlier activities the
novelty of my wife acting like this (as opposed to Sinne, who always did)
had gotten me intensely aroused again.  After a few fumbling motions, I rose
to wakefulness and began to stroke her bosom and her ass, at first lightly
and soothingly, but then more insistently.

She turned to face me, then, her mouth raised to mine, and her eyes filled
with passion.  Come here, she mouthed.

I grabbed her around the waist, and slipped my hand under the back elastic
of her panties to cup her buttocks.  She nestled closer, and began slowly
rubbing her crotch on the front of my boxers.  I nibbled my way from the
side of her neck down to the place between her breasts, and was rewarded
with a gasp of pleasure.  "Please," she whispered in my ear, "I need you to
eat my pussy."

I was shocked.  Generally averse to dirty talk in bed, it was typically
difficult to get her to even ask for what she wanted.  This was obviously.
well, atypical.  Not that I would let that stop me.

I love eating out.  More so even than coitus, if you'll believe that.
Fucking is too distracting, I think, though I certainly love it and won't
pass it up.  No, sucking pussy is more my style-the things you can make her
feel with your tongue, her smells, tastes. the feeling of her hips bucking
under your chin when she hits orgasm.  I've made it my business in life to
make sure that I am an expert at cunnilingus, simply because I love it so
much that I always want it to be the top on the list of her requests.  I've
broken up with girls who just didn't enjoy it (god knows how!), and lack of
it in our lovemaking was in all honesty one primary reason I sought out
Sinne after all those years.

Anyway, I found myself in heavenly bliss, my tongue in her pussy and my nose
on her clit, breathing in her aroma and licking my way up and down her
labia.  As her nylons caressed my ears, I built her up, using my fingers
gently on her nipples far above my head, until I knew she was almost there.
I drew her clitoris into my mouth and suckled it firmly.  She whimpered and
then tried to drive her entire cunt into my mouth as she came hard, and I
plunged my tongue deep inside her before slowly letting her subside.  As
always, it was over too quick; I would have dove on her for hours more, if I
could have, but she was too sensitive after the licking to tolerate any
more.

Of course, now what she needed was a good fucking, and she was definitely
lubricated enough to accommodate me.  She groaned "Mmmmmm. yesss." as I
entered her, and tensed her internal muscles around me as I started slowly
thrusting.  The fact that I'd already had three orgasms today gave me lots
of staying power, although I admit I lost it utterly when she licked her
juices off my face.  What the hell did Sinne suggest to her with the
"insurance premiums" thing?  I plowed into her with a vengeance, then-which
she always enjoyed-and kept going after my own orgasm to make sure her clit
was pumped to climax as well.

After, we both laid there in silence, holding hands, and I didn't wake again
until morning.



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I pushed through several hours of drudgery the next morning at work before I
had time to call Sinne's cell phone.

It rang six times, but I persisted.  I really needed to talk to her since
last night.

Finally she answered the phone clicked, and a very distracted Sinne answered
with, "Yeah?"

"What the heck did you tell her to do?" I blurted out.  "That was
incredible!"

An abrupt chuckle lay on the other side of the line, and she replied, "I'm
busy and can't really get into it right now, Arch.  I'll give you more
details when you come home tonight."

"Come home?  You mean that you're going to be there again?"  Suddenly I was
suspicious.  "Where are you, now?"

Another laugh.  "See you when you come home, sweetie."  Click.

Then I knew where she was, if not entirely what she was doing.  But after
last night, I was willing to give her the benefit of the doubt.

Five o'clock couldn't come quickly enough.