Simon Jillson: Driven To Depravity

If she wasn't careful, she was bound to give her infidelity away.

She dug her thumbs into Mark's belly, then massaged lower and lower, letting her hands follow the line where his thighs joined his body, an arrowhead that ended in his groin. Mark's stomach muscles quivered and convulsed from the touch of her hands so close to his sexual organs.

Judy slid her thumbs down between his thighs, under his balls, and lifted them gently. She rolled them on her fingers, watching the way the heavy ovoids shifted in their sac. Then, laying his sex glands back between his thighs, she stroked her thumbs up the length of his cock.

She felt it swell and quiver from the delicate, tantalizing stimulation.

Mark was aware of the pressure of Judy's ass on his legs, the way her thighs and knees were gripping his. He was watching the way her breasts shifted and quivered as she leaned over him, her arms pressing against the sides of her boobs to make the valley between them deeper and more exciting. The feathery touch of her thumbs endlessly stroking the length of his cock, from base to tip, seemed to draw blood from every part of his body to the already bloated organ. He felt a stinging wave of fire as his glands produced a flood of lubricant. It oozed the length of the channel in his prick. Then Judy deliberately smeared the liquid over his phallus. It made her thumbs slippery, changed the feel of her stroking, made it even more wildly sensuous.

Judy wriggled her ass lower, and leaned farther forward over Mark's groin. The tight crotch of her panties felt chill and sticky from her own excitement. But she wasn't going to take his cock in her vagina.

Her conscience told her that she didn't deserve that joy after what she had done with Shein. Instead, she would concentrate on giving Mark all the pleasure she knew how.

She lifted his cock with her fingers and lowered her head to it. The tips of her breasts brushed his big thighs as she neared her goal. She opened her lips, carefully wrapped them around the head of his phallus, and drew her head upward, letting his prick slide from her pursed lips.

She immediately lowered her head again, and took his cock further into her mouth. She added the stimulation of her tongue this time. Her mouth was filled with the salty taste of his fluids, her nose was engulfed in the musky smell of sex.

She bobbed her head, taking more and more and more of the hot, heavy tower of flesh into her mouth, pressing and massaging it with her lips and tongue. She scrubbed the hot tips of her breasts against Mark's hairy thighs. Her nipples burned with lust. She clutched his legs between her thighs tightly, loving the feel of his strong, hard flesh against her tender skin.

Her eyes closed, she sucked and sucked and sucked her husband's cock, taking it as deeply into her as she could without gagging. With her hands she stimulated the part of the shaft she couldn't get in her mouth, matching the stroking of her fingers to the moves of her head, tugging and stretching the loose skin over the hard inner core of his phallus.

Mark's entire being was focused on the feel of Judy's sweet young mouth massaging his erect prick. Her tongue was a velvet mass pressing and scrubbing the most sensitive spot on the underside of his prick, making his groin burn and ache with lust. Her lips, a hot, wet ring around the shaft, were excitingly different from a vaginal embrace. And the way she pulled and stretched the skin of his phallus near the base, with her fingers, gave the impression she had taken the entire towering organ down her throat.

Streams of fire seemed to be pouring through Mark's body, funneling straight to his groin to form a simmering pool. From time to time he lifted his head and looked down the length of his body. He loved seeing Judy's face spitted on his cock, loved to watch her devour his towering organ. Then the muscles of his neck would tire and he would drop his head back on the bed.

Judy's own guts were burning up with unfulfilled lust. She truly loved sucking Mark's cock, even though it left her own vagina empty and hungry. And this time her lack of fulfillment seemed only just in view of her infidelity.

She took another fraction of Mark's cock in her mouth, to the back of her tongue. Then she slid the fingers of one hand down under his balls and lifted them gently. She scratched high on the underside of his scrotum, tickled the hot pocket between his thighs.

She felt his testicles drawing up toward his body. She thought of cannonballs drawing near the breech of a big gun, knew they were getting ready to unload their burden down the barrel of Mark's cock.

Mark's hips were heaving now, thrusting his prick at his wife's face, jamming it into her. He tried to hold back, to keep from forcing his phallus too deeply into her mouth, knowing it would make her gag if he did. She helped restrain his thrusting hips by pinning his thighs down with her warm, soft torso. He could feel her tits, hard knots, digging into his thighs.

Judy matched the bobbing of her head to the flexing of Mark's hips. She took as much of his cock in her mouth as she dared – as much as experience had taught her that she could without choking. As the violence of Mark's heaving increased, Judy speeded the moves of her head.

He thrust upward, and, simultaneously, Judy pushed her head downward.

With the fingers of one hand she tugged gently on the saliva-coated skin of his prick. With the fingers of the other hand, she pressed against the hard pulsing ridge behind his balls. She felt that ridge tremble, felt the semen rush the length of his prick.

A heavy wad of cum spurted from his phallus into her throat, making her swallow reflexively. She began sucking and swallowing frantically as wave after wave of semen spasmed into her mouth. She felt each hot gob of fluid pour down into her belly to form a warm, muscle-knotting pool in her stomach, which she had never let it do before. She had let his cock spurt into empty air, or she had taken his semen in her mouth and then spat it out. This time she was swallowing it as penance.

She found she enjoyed it, enjoyed ingesting the thick, creamy liquid.

The massaging and squirming of her tongue as she swallowed kept his cumming going on and on and on, until at last his prick was pumping drily in her mouth, its reserves of cum exhausted. Slowly, the convulsing died away and the organ between her teeth began to shrivel and soften.

Judy spat it out, then laid her head down, Mark's wiry pubic hair brushing her cheek, the cum and saliva-coated mass of his prick against her ear. She lay there for a long time – until the last hungry convulsions of her empty vagina died away. She had had an orgasm in spite of herself.

At last she pushed up, about to say something to Mark. The sight of his sleep-placid face stopped her. He had dozed off while she had been cuddling him.

Judy dismounted carefully, trying not to shake or jostle the bed. Mark shifted slightly, then began snoring easily again. Judy's panties were soaked for the second time that day. She stripped them down her legs and off. Then she caught sight of herself in the full-length mirror.

For a moment she studied her trim young body in profile – a series of graceful feminine curves and smooth pale skin.

"Breasts too small," Judy muttered, irritated with herself for her narcissism. She pulled on her bathrobe and went to get dinner started.

As she worked in the kitchen, her mind kept going back to her infidelity, dwelling on it no matter what she did.

While Mark had been suffering at home, she had been screwing around with a strange man, with total abandon. New waves of disgust flooded her. Even when she reminded herself that she had gotten the listing, her guilt was a sharp knife in her guts.

How could she have done that to Mark? And how could she have enjoyed it so much? She couldn't deny that the orgasm Shein had given her was every bit as good as any she had ever gotten from Mark.