Saving a Marriage Ch. 02

Simone finished her last slip of wine, looked the black dress in her hands, and with a sigh put it back in the closet before walking to her lingerie drawer. She felt absurd as she finished laying out dinner in her lingerie. 'I hope this works. If he laughs when he sees me, I might kill him.' she thought as she lit the candles on the table.

Her heartbeat quickened when she heard the garage door open. She held the edge of the table to steady herself as he entered, and was pleased to see the look on his face as he scanned her body, clad in a sleek white teddy. 'I guess it worked.' she thought as she walked over to him. She kissed him lightly on the cheek as she said, "Welcome home, dinner is ready."

They chatted pleasantly through dinner. Every time she caught his eyes scanning her neckline or breasts, Simone felt a bit of warmth that she hadn't felt in years. When dinner was done, she told him to go relax on the couch while she cleaned up. Henry opened his mouth as if to protest, then simply walked off with a simple, "Yes Dear". Simone assumed he was thinking that he would like to move to the bedroom, but she had other plans.

She moved quickly to cleanup the table and then poured a double of Henry's favorite scotch. Closing her eyes she thought 'Be strong, there is nothing slutty or dirty about this. A real woman would have done this a hundred times before for her husband.'

As she approached him, she threw her hips in what she hoped was a sexy way. He was sitting in his favorite chair, watching ESPN, pretending in his arrogant way that he was not watching her out of the corner of his eye. As she handed him the drink, she thought 'I am half naked. Would it kill him to leave the TV off?'

She almost lost her footing, as voice seemed to echo in her head. 'Worry about how you make him happy, not how he makes you happy.' She shook her head and then stared into her husband's eyes as she dropped to her knees and without a word undid his belt and pants.

Looking up she saw the shock on his face. Focusing on the task at hand, she leaned in, kissed the head of his cock, and in a sultry voice asked "I know you are trying to relax in front of the TV, and that you must be tired after your long day at work, but would you mind if I suck your cock?"

He smiled a mix of confusion and anticipation on his face. When she was thinking about it earlier the question had sounded sexy in her head, but now it sounded stupid. 'Of course he wants you to suck his cock, he's a man.' He took a long sip and said "Sure, I don't mind."

She flicked her tongue over the head of his cock, keeping her eyes fixed on his face. Slowly she took his cock in her mouth and began to bob her head. She stopped abruptly when she heard the TV turn off. "Why did you turn off your show?"

"Um, because your giving me a blow job?"

"That's OK. You worked hard today and you deserve to relax with a drink in front of the TV. I just want to help you relax." She began to take his cock back into her mouth, and then paused. Looking up at him she said, "I know that I have neglected doing this for you for far too long. If I am doing anything wrong, please stop me and correct me. I want to learn to please you." She noted the shocked look on his face as he stammered, "OK". She almost stopped what she was doing, wondering how such a whorish statement could come out of her mouth, but something in the back of her mind brushed away the thought and she go on with the task.

With that she went back to sucking her husbands cock. He watched her for a bit longer, then turned the TV back on and with a long slip of his drink went back to watching the basketball recaps. She continued to look at his face, trying to understand how what she was doing was affecting him. She could tell that it was taking some effort for him not to look down at her as she worked his cock.

It wasn't long till he started to squirm in his chair a bit. The taste was as revolting as she remembered, but she masked any negative expression as she drank every drop of his cum. She didn't know much about oral sex, but she knew that men liked the idea of a woman swallowing, as repulsive as it was. He leaned forward and kissed her gently on the forehead. "That was great, honey."

"Thanks for saying that, but I know that I don't know how to do this right, even though I really should. I guess I need practice to do better. And I would really like it if you gave me some advice on how to make it better for you."

With that self-important smile that Simone hated so much on his face, he said, "Sure, if you want. In fact why don't you fix me another drink and I will let you get some more practice." As she walked off with his empty glass he called out "One thing, though I like your outfit, why don't you lose it for the rest of the evening."

Once in the kitchen, she poured his drink and took some time to brace herself again. She was upset at his arrogance in telling her to strip, as if dressing in lingerie was not enough, but once again a little voice inside her told her to ignore that and get on with it. Stripping the little she had on, she noticed how wet she was getting. Considering he hadn't even touched her, she blushed in embarrassment.

She entered the room, making sure not to block the TV, which now had CNBC on, as she handed him his second drink. "Thanks" he said as he took the drink. He sipped it, then wiping a finger on the bottom, wetting it with the condensation. He ran the finger along the inside of her leg, still watching the TV. Suddenly, he looked up at her. "I figured you must have trimmed in order to wear that teddy. Nice." He ran his fingers around the outline of her bush. "Maybe tomorrow you should remove the rest."

She managed to stammer out an "Of course" through her heavy breathing. She couldn't understand why she felt so hot from his little touches, but she didn't care. If giving him oral sex could lead to such feelings, she really did want to learn to do it the way he wanted.

After a moment, he said "OK, why don't you start by licking my balls until I am hard again." She felt disgusted by the thought, but the increased throbbing in her groin told her to follow along. She dropped to her knees again, and crawled to position herself between his legs once again. She slowly licked his testicles, gently holding his cock, feeling it grow harder as she worked her tongue.

Once he was hard again, he looked down at her and said, "Go ahead, start sucking my cock." She hated his vulgar language, but somehow his commanding tone, rather than irritating her like it normally did, made her even more excited. For the second time that evening, she performed oral sex on her husband. This time, he was providing her verbal instructions every so often, telling her how deep and how fast to go. She listened to his every word, and when he came, she once again was careful to again swallow it all.

"Was that better?"

"Much," he said leaning forward to pick her up so she was sitting on her lap. He finished his drink, still watching his program while he idly played with her breasts. After a few minutes, he reached between her legs and started to rub her clit. After a few minutes of furious motion, he started to jam two fingers into her moist slit faster than she thought possible. "Cum" he whispered in her ear. Her eyes closed as she approached the strongest orgasm she could ever remember. "Cum" he whispered in her ear again, this time nibbling his ear. She erupted in orgasm, bucking in his lap. She went limp, sitting there on top of him, rousing only when she heard him say, "Open your mouth and clean". Without a thought or word, she sucked her juices of his fingers.