Surprisingly

When you get backfrom work a few days later Emily is waiting for you, makeup done, but a mess. Her lipstick smeared, mascara running down her cheeks. She doesn’t give you a moment before dragging you to the bedroom, pushing you down and pulling your penis out. Her fingers wrapping around it as she begins to whisper in your ear.

“I met that stranger.” She begins, causing you to harden. Her grip loosens and she pets you more than strokes as she continues. “He was older than I expected, and so confident when he drove me to a motel. I couldn’t resist wrapping my lips around him.” She moves to kiss you, her lips and tongue salty, and the thought of her sucking off a stranger send you over the edge. “I told him how quickly you go off when I talk about this.” She chuckles; “He stretched my throat for almost twenty minutes before he gave me an actual load of cum, not like your little dribble.” Emily traces her finger through the little puddle on your belly and looks at you. “He wanted to know for next time, what’s something I should let him do that you don’t get to?”