What's Love Got To Do With It? Ch. 02

I became immediately aware of my surroundings, the dishevelled state of both myself and my bedroom and the fact that Stephen was waiting at the front door.

I froze.

Here I was lying in my bed: covered in cum, filled with cum and surrounded by cum-stained sheets. The warm, wet patch beneath my bottom was impossible to disguise and I found myself caught in a panicked moment of total indecision.

I heard Gemma come out of the kitchen to open the door as I desperately tried to work out how I might deal with what was coming. If I made a mistake I would most certainly lose the love of my life, the person I wished to marry but my delicious, darker thoughts were looking for a way where I could have both my husband-to-be and have his tacit permission to continue to play around.

Stephen is a wonderful man, a kind, loving, thoughtful man but our sexual relationship has always been one where I have taken the lead and he has humbly followed. Sexually, I was in charge.

Over the few months we'd been together I was the one who, after being pleasured multiple times by his mouth and fingers, would give him "permission" to penetrate me; He always asked before he ejaculated inside me and he never, ever got a blowjob except under very special circumstances such as when I was having a very heavy period and wasn't feeling horny (which rarely ever happens).

My darker thoughts told me that anything was possible and so, as I heard Gemma tell Stephen that she'd check if I was in, I lay there in last night's mess and resolved to tell the truth.

Gemma knocked on my door and came in to find me naked on the bed but for my panties and stretching lazily, happy with my decision:

"Stephen's at the door" she stated and then, with an arch expression continued, "but I thought you might need a couple of minutes to sort yourself out before I let him in"

"Did you enjoy watching us last night?" I asked, completely catching her off-guard.

She stuttered a little and blushed prettily before answering:

"I had to go to the loo! It's not as if I could help but see you!"

"But after you came out..." I paused for a second letting that phrase linger in the air between us, "...you stopped to watch. Doesn't he have a gorgeous cock? Did you frig yourself off afterwards thinking about how it would feel thrusting into your pussy? He is such a good fuck! I'm sure he wouldn't complain if you asked to join us next time"

"Next time? How could you even think like that? Look at you lying there covered in his cum and your boyfriend standing on the doorstep and all you're thinking about is the next time. Really Jess, how could you?"

"It's okay Gemma, really it is. Everything will be fine, trust me," I winked at her, "but keep it in mind, okay? I don't think Sami would object. Now, would you let please Stephen in before he freezes? I'm all warm and cosy and don't fancy being his hot water bottle right now!"

After she left and as I heard her invite him in I ran through my plan one more time to fix it in my mind and so, when Stephen came in I was ready.

"Hi Honey," I cooed happily as if nothing were amiss, "I've missed you. How was the hotel?"

"It was okay, what did you get up to last night?" His eyes were drinking my nakedness in and I could see the mix of excitement and confusion in his stare.

I stretched again, my relatively large breasts catching his attention: "Mmmmh, I met up with a friend in town, with his work he can only ever get over here on the odd Friday night, so I thought I should take the opportunity when he let me know he was coming and, while I love seeing you every weekend, I feel a lot better for having made time for him!"

I put plenty of emphasis on feeling a LOT better and found myself smirking in a self-satisfied way as I continued: "We went for dinner and drinks and then came back here. We were up until all hours; it was a bit of a rough night"

"He slept here?" there was an underlying panic in his tone as he tried to keep himself under control:

"Of course he stayed here"

"On the couch?" he asked hopefully

"Don't be silly Honey, he slept here, in my bed"

"Did you...?" he couldn't finish the question, he couldn't meet my eye. He already knew the answer but was desperately trying to give me a way out and I could see how much he wanted me to take it...but I was committed.

Total truth! Have my cake and eat it too! I took a deep breath:

"Come here and give me a kiss Silly," I ordered as sternly as I dared "I haven't seen you for a whole week and we haven't even kissed yet. Surely that's the first thing we should do?"

I was very aware of the flavour of Sami's cum on my lips and in my mouth but, if anything, that made this kiss all the more important. This was either the beginning of the rest of our relationship or the end of it and I was determined it would be the former; I just needed to gain control and if he acquiesced and kissed me I would have my answer.

He came over and sat down, his eyes downcast to avoid my gaze. As I sat up my breasts, very obviously covered in dried cum, swung heavily into his view and I reached out and lifted his chin before leaning in and touching his lips to mine.

The effect was electric. It was exactly how I hoped he would react. His hormones took over and he began to kiss me back, his tongue lapping at my lips and hungrily entering my open mouth to entwine with my own. I pushed back. I had to remain dominant to win my prize; my will had to prevail over his.

My fingers undid his shirt buttons, his belt and his fly as we kissed and his hands ran over my abused body as he licked the taste of Sami's cock from my mouth. I exulted in his eagerness for me - for it - and knew that, as long as this embrace finished with him cumming, I could continue to sleep around while seeing him.

I pulled him down beside me, dragging his shirt from his shoulders as I kissed my way down his body and began to suck on his nipples. My hands yanked at the waistband of his underwear, desperate to free his stiff cock; desperate to twirl my fingers around the ever-so-sensitive head.

I had him right where I wanted him, his jeans and underwear around his knees the soaking crotch of my panties rubbing against his thigh as I manipulated his erogenous zones: nipping at his ears and throat, sucking and biting his nipples, rolling and squeezing his balls, and always, always stroking the length of that rock hard cock. I was irresistible and his brain and body responded as I knew they would.

I slowed everything down as he approached the edge; I didn't want him cumming just yet. I wanted my pleasure first.

He has always known, deep down, that his cock has never been big enough to satisfy me through penetration. It's not that he's small (it's average size and girth) it's simply that he's not BIG and for him, because of that, my pleasure has always been the yardstick by which he measures his success as a lover. That tends to involve a lot of oral play on his part.

Given what had happened to me last night and this morning I think it's only fair to mention at this point that my pussy was extra wet and, as I began to make my breasts available to his eager mouth there was a definite part of me that baulked at the idea of having him eat all of Sami's cum from my oozing pussy but there was another part of me that found the idea massively erotic and, once his fingers found the elastic waist of my panties, there was no question which part would win out.

I shifted around to make their removal easier and then, instead of allowing him to go down on me I pushed him back down and moved my pussy over his face so he could look up and see exactly what he would be eating.

He knew immediately what he was staring at and, as I had hoped, there was not even a moment of indecision on his part. He wrapped his arms around my thighs as I lowered my cum-covered pussy down onto his willing mouth. Sami had left so much inside me that I could feel it flowing from my labia onto his tongue!

I moaned encouragingly, thinking back to the night before, Sami's huge cock, and how wildly I had been fucked and I came hard as I rode Stephen's face, dumping ever more cum into his mouth.

He was wild beneath me. My hand yanked insistently on his ever-hard dick as he savoured the flavour of my much larger lover mixed in with my very liquid vaginal orgasm and I continued to ride his face spreading all that spunk and cum across his nose, chin and cheeks until I had cum a second time.

I slid my pussy from his face and lay down beside him to kiss and clean his face and mouth and I continued to idly stroke and play with him as I did so.

"That was intense" I murmured in his ear as I nibbled, "Thank you Sweetheart, I really needed that"

"You were so wet," he grinned as I began to kiss him deeply tasting the remnants of Sami's spunk that was now safely lodged deep in my boyfriend's tummy.

"And your mouth was so good Baby! Do you want to go inside me now? Or would you prefer a hot, wet blowjob? You've been such a good boy I think you deserve one, don't you?"

"Please," it sounded like he was begging, "If you don't mind?"

"Mmmh, of course not Sweetie, I wouldn't have offered otherwise."

I knew he wouldn't last long; he never does in my mouth; but now, with the added excitement of eating my pussy, creamed by another man, he didn't last more than a minute. He exploded in less than a minute as my tongue swirled over his cockhead and, exactly as I'd hoped, he didn't even hesitate to kiss me when I came back up with a mouthful of his cum.