A minor crisis

Amy was having something of a crisis. She was kicking herself for getting carried away and having sex with Kenny. She knew that it was an arbitrary delay that she had put on things but she was upset at her own loss of control. She had been extremely turned on and the temptation of that huge dick had been too much when pressed against her. It had been incredible and that was the other part of her crisis. She had loved having a big dick inside her. She had wanted to keep going, to see how many times he could fill her with cum. That made her feel guilty.

For the next couple of days, she did her best to show that things were fine. She especially didn’t want Kenny to feel like he had done something wrong so she made sure to kiss him goodbye and when he got home. She could tell that he wanted to do a little more but she made excuses and Kenny was not one to push things.

Peter on the other hand was more finely attuned to Amy’s mood. “Something is bothering you,” he said to her as they lay in bed together reading.

“It’s fine, really.”

Peter wasn’t convinced. He put his book down and took off his glasses. “Come on, I can tell that something is bothering you and you are working very hard to hide it.” He gave her a hard look that she didn’t return. “Is it something to do with Kenny?”

She flinched. “No…”

Peter took a deep breath and let it out slowly. “I am going to ask you this and I want an honest answer. Has something bad happened?”

She turned and looked at him now. “No, gosh no. Nothing bad has happened. You don’t suspect Kenny of doing something bad do you?”

“I am sure Kenny is a nice boy but the nicest of guys can make mistakes and do something wrong.”

“No, Kenny is a sweetheart. You mustn't suspect him of wrongdoing. This is my problem.” She was **** that Peter shouldn’t think ill of Kenny even though Peter was aware that she was having an affair with him. Indeed, Peter had no idea how far or not things had gone between them and she assumed he must have imagined that they had done it long before now.

“Is it related to Kenny and… what is going on between you two?” Amy nodded. “If you need to be explicit then I’d rather you tell me.”

“I don’t need to be explicit, I just feel guilty about things,” she confessed.

“Is there something you need to feel guilty about? Something I may be upset with?”

She shook her head. “No, I don’t think so. Nothing that you haven’t probably imagined.”

Peter swallowed. He wouldn’t have liked to admit it to her but he had imagined quite a lot. Some of the things were quite kinky and depraved but in reality, he doubted it was any of those things. “What is it then?” he urged.

“I’m enjoying it,” she said quietly.

“Oh, I see.” Those words felt impactful but his crotch, already waking up with the subject of Amy and Kenny suddenly sprung to full attention and began to ache.

“I didn’t expect it to be good. I thought I would just play around with him for a bit, maybe help him out, get him a girlfriend maybe. I didn’t expect it to feel good. It just, it made me feel guilty.”

“So you two have…?” he asked.

“I thought you didn’t want to know,” she said with a slight smile.

“I don’t, unless you need to tell me something. That’s more important.”

Amy smiled at him and snuggled up, resting her head on his shoulder. “I love you, you know?”

“I know, I love you too. I’m happy that you are enjoying it,” he said, his words sticking slightly.

“You are?” she asked.

“I think I want you to enjoy it. I think it’s better if it’s good for you.”

Amy lifted up the duvet and giggled. “It looks like it’s good for you. I know,” she said suddenly brighter.

Peter jumped at her sudden outburst. “What?”

“How would you like a blowjob?” she said with a wicked grin.

“I mean, sure, I’d love that but why?”

“I think it would make me feel better knowing that you were getting a little something extra,” she said as she pulled down the duvet and moved down the bed to pull off his pyjama bottoms. “If I get to feel good then I think it would make me happy to make you feel good too.” She took hold of his cock and began stroking it. “You are so hard. Does me getting pleasure from someone else turn you on this much?

“It does,” he grunted.

Amy giggled and put his cock into her mouth. Instantly she was aware of the contrast between Peter and Kenny. He was much more comfortable to fit in her mouth. Not that he was small, she had had several smaller ones and they had all made her feel good but she had a new point of reference for comparison.

She slurped and got the head of his dick nice and wet before rubbing her hand over it. She enjoyed the effect it had on Peter. “Does that feel good?” she asked.

“So good. It’s been so long since you spoiled me like this.”

“Get used to it. I think I’ll be doing this more from now on.”

“Why is that?”

“Something rekindled my passion for sucking dick, that’s all.” She felt him tense up and throb in her hand when she said that. “Wow, you are so close and I have barely started sucking.” She let go of his cock and it sat straight up with its head swollen. “You look ready to burst.”

“A am very close,” he panted.

“Maybe I went too hard. Shall I be softer with it?”n she ran one of her immaculate nails over the swollen tip and took a gentle hold of it. “Using so much of my mouth was too much for him, I’ll just use my lips. She pulled his cock to her lips and kissed the tip. She kept kissing around the base of the underside of the glans.

Peter was beside himself with pleasure. It was an agony of pleasure as she was keeping him from calming down but it was soft enough that she wasn’t pushing him to the point of orgasm. He looked down at her and she had a gleeful glint in her eye when their eyes met. She looked powerful despite having her lips around the tip of his cock. There was no doubt who was in control of this situation and it made her all the more beautiful.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you so out of it,” she said between kisses.

“I don’t think I ever have been. God, I’m so close.”

“What would you do if I stopped now?” she teased.

“I’d just jack off right here,” he groaned.

“In front of your wife? How shameful,” she giggled before running a tongue lightly up his shaft. Her fingers subtly grazed the head of his cock before she stroked the tip with her lips again. She backed off but it was clear that it was too late. She pulled away from touching it to see if it would calm down. She almost began to worry as Peter seemed to be writhing in a state of discomfort. He clearly wanted to touch his cock but he wasn’t. She was just about to say something when his cock began twitching and after the first shot of cum that jumped from his cock all the rest just oozed out of the tip. She was so mesmerised that he had finished cumming by the time she took his cock again and gave it a messy stroke.

She went to suck on the head but Peter was too sensitive so she got up and fetched some tissue to clean him up. Peter looked wiped out as she tidied him up and climbed back into bed. “Was that okay?” she asked, slightly curious about what had just happened.

“It was strange,” said Peter. It was both the most intensely pleasurable orgasm I’ve ever had and yet I feel strangely unsatisfied.”

“Like you could go again?” she asked, vaguely hopeful.

“No, I definitely can’t after that. I had the orgasm but it was like it somehow didn’t take. Sorry, it’s hard to describe.”

“Was it good though?” she asked.

“It was actually incredible.”

“Want me to do it again sometime like that?”

“I don’t know, maybe. I need to think about it.”

Amy kissed him on the cheek. “Well, if you want me to, just let me know. If I’m going to enjoy this, I want to know that you are too.” She turned over, turned her light off and settled down to sleep.

Her final reminder that she would be continuing to enjoy herself brought Peter’s cock back to life. He chose to ignore it and turn his own light off. He lay there for twenty minutes. That orgasm had shaken him a little. He found himself wondering if Kenny got to have satisfying orgasms. That thought brought his erection back with a vengeance. He turned his head to see Amy breathing deep and slow, fast asleep. He jumped out of bed and went into the bathroom to take care of his needs. As he sat on the toilet jerking himself off he saw a pair of Amy’s panties in the laundry basket. He smiled to himself as he fished them out and took a sniff. The smell of their detergent mixed with the smell of Amyfilled his nose and he jerked off into them enjoying the fact that he was doing what Kenny had done before.