A husband is tormented by his secret life.
She laughed nervously and told him that it was okay and that she'd knocked but he mustn't have heard her.
He said perhaps he'd run in and throw on some pants.
She glanced down again at the reception she'd received and smiled with deep appreciation. "Don't worry. I've seen it all many times although not as often anymore nor as substantial. Just relax. Didn't you tell me to come over anytime for coffee?"
He was completely unsteady as he said "Yes. I'll get you some." He opened the cupboard and took out a cup and saucer then poured the cup full. She saw it sway as he turned. "Do you need cream or sugar?"
She was still smiling and occasionally glancing up to his face before returning to her primary focus "No. It's okay. I usually drink it black."
He was still ill-at-ease as he still tried to cover himself and hold the cup out to her and said apologetically "I'll go put some pants on."
She took the cup and refused to move aside and let him leave the room then she turned and put the cup on a kitchen table and told him to relax. "Here sit down and let me get you some coffee too." She pulled a chair from under the table, turned it toward her, almost pushed him down onto it and still blocked his escape as she turned toward the coffee pot.
When he'd sat she followed his earlier movements and retrieved a cup and filled it before handing it to him.
"What caused that?" she asked looking down and nodding at his arousal.
"I... I don't know." he said with a stutter.
"Oh c'mon! Something caused it." she said with a smile. She was suddenly feeling in charge and didn't want to leave before sampling it at least visually.
He seemed to think for a moment before slowly answering "Maybe it's your blouse."
"What about my blouse?" she asked with a smile.
"It's tight and partially unbuttoned... and those shorts... and it doesn't look like you're wearing a bra and your nipples are showing their size pressed into the fabric." he said defensively.
"I'm not wearing panties beneath either." she said with a smile and glanced down at his situation once more. Her stare was more obvious now and it showed approval "My telling you that seems to have caused you more of a problem just now." she commented with a devilish grin.
He didn't answer and then she added "I only know a few things that can cure that."
"What's that?" he answered shyly.
"Well this is one of them." she said as she pulled another chair out close to him and sat down.
She reached out now and wrapped her hand around it as far as she could then while looking into his eyes she leaned forward and lowered her face to him. He jumped when she touched him.
In moments he felt her lips warm around him and she was working them around it. It seemed only an instant and she had the head fully into her mouth and she was moaning as she worked.
It seemed impossible to him and he had a thought that perhaps he was in a mental fantasy of an unknown type.
Then he felt her swallow and then swallow again and with each swallow she managed to take him a bit deeper until after minutes he was fully inserted and her throat muscles were still working as if to swallow even more.
Slowly she worked him out the same way and he was on the verge of a climax as she swept her tongue over and around it to remove excess saliva.
"Is it feeling better? Am I helping at all?" she asked with a teasing smile.
He couldn't speak and she took his hand and placed it on top of her head as she said "Perhaps you can help and maybe it'll go faster and now I could take some of that cream now you offered." A broader smile spread her lips as she lowered her head and began over again.
She was working on him diligently and moaning softly as her body occasionally trembled and her thighs tightened while her throat muscles paused for a moment as she'd climax then she'd continue as if nothing had happened.
He was beginning to mentally relax although his body was more involved than it had been as he moved his other hand to he