Page 24 of Jealous Wife
“What are you doing?” Rollo’s shaking voice asked.
“What do you think I’m doing?” Zoey replied.
She was trying to sound sexy—making her voice raspy and throaty—but it didn’t seem to be working. Rollo looked more worried than ever. He pushed his hands into the cushions below him, forcing his back to straighten in the seat.
“I know what I’m doing,” Zoey said gently. “Relax.”
Her fingers slid up to his crotch, grazing over it as she unzipped his fly. Rollo gasped and grabbed both of her wrists in his hands. He wrenched them away from his crotch and stared down at her menacingly.
“This is going to solve everything,” Zoey explained. “Trust me.”
“It’s not going to solve shit,” Rollo said. “Cheating doesn’t solve anything.”
“It’s not cheating if your wife wants you to do it,” Zoey replied back. “Just… trust me.”
She wormed her hands out of his grasp and went for his jeans. She worked quickly so he wouldn’t have time to stop her. She knew that as soon as she got her lips around his dick, everything would be okay. He’d allow her to continue and would forget all about his crazy wife.
Zoey’s fingers slipped into his underwear and easily pulled out his thick cock. She could feel the blood pumping down there, causing it to engorge and harden with every passing second. There was nothing else for her to do but lean forward. She licked her lips as she watched it growing in her hands.
With her breasts pressed against the ends of the couch cushions, and her shoulders and arms wedged between Rollo’s legs, Zoey knew that she was finally about to get everything she’d wanted from this man. She licked her lips once more, drawing a swarm of saliva into her mouth, before taking his cock into her mouth.
As soon as she tasted his salty skin against her tongue, she heard Rollo let out a sharp breath through his teeth, hissing gently. His hands instinctively found the back of her head, his fingers getting tangled in her hair.
She took it slowly, easing his cock into her mouth little by little, feeling his shaft turning warm and slick. It was still growing inside her mouth as she sucked upon it gently, bringing it farther back to her throat.
Zoey risked a glance up to look at his face. Rollo’s head was thrown back on the couch cushions, his mouth was open wide and his eyes were squeezed shut. If her mouth wasn’t so full, she would have smiled at the sight.
Ever so slowly, she began to bob her head up and down, opening her mouth wider so that more of his cock could fit inside. She felt the head pushing into the back of her throat, threatening to choke her.
She wasn’t going to let it, though. She kept on sucking and moving, causing Rollo to groan and moan even louder. His fingers grabbed hold of the back of her head and forced her mouth farther down his shaft.
Zoey felt his cock pushing down her throat, slipping deeper inside of her. Rollo could barely contain himself, almost screaming out as he began to lift his hips and thrust into her mouth.
Just hearing the way he was moaning drove Zoey wild. Her own body responded by forcing all of her blood to flush down to her sex. She could feel her pulse down there, throbbing and aching as she longed for Rollo’s cock to be down between her legs instead of in her mouth.
She let one of her hands slip down between her legs and beneath the waistband of her jeans as she continued to suck Rollo’s cock. She was soaked. Juices were seeping into her underwear and smearing all over her thighs.
Her hand dove down in the midst of all of it, her fingers searching for her clit. Within a second she was rubbing herself gently, circling her fingers around. Her mouth was still clamped around Rollo’s shaft, sucking and moving as he thrust into her.
Zoey couldn’t handle it—it was too much. All she wanted was for Rollo to rip off her clothes and fuck her right there on the couch. As she imagined his cock sliding into her pussy she moaned, a loud guttural sound that made her whole throat vibrate.
The vibrations surrounded Rollo’s cock, making him almost scream out. He thrust faster and faster, gasping for breath as he stared down at her face, her lips wrapped around his shaft.
“Moan for me,” he said, barely able to choke out the words.
Zoey complied, instantly beginning to moan as she continued sucking on his salty skin. Rollo lost all control. His thrusts became uneven and out of sync as he threw his head back once more. Zoey took control and sucked him harder, moving her head faster and faster until her jaw was cramping and her lips were numb.
And then she tasted it—his salty semen slowly spurting out of the head of his cock. Rollo gasped, his breaths turning ragged and uncontrolled, as more of his seed sprayed into her mouth. Zoey slowed her pace and sucked more gently, letting his cum fill her mouth.
Then his whole body relaxed into the couch and his fingers dropped from the back of her head, still tangled in her hair. Zoey let his softening cock drop from her mouth as she swallowed every drop of his cum.
She looked up at him. His face was covered in sweat, giving him a nice glow. As she suspected, it had solved most of his problems. Not only did he seem in a better mood, but he seemed more at ease with their situation.
Rollo finally found the energy to pull his head up and look down at her, a happy and satisfied smile on his lips. Zoey smiled back, feeling satisfied herself.
Now that the box had been opened, she knew that Rollo would be back for more, and the next time he wouldn’t be satisfied with just a blowjob
She could not wait.