The two weeks

The two weeks of “rest” have been a strange paradise with a bittersweet aftertaste.

Laura is back to being the sweet fiancée she always was: singing while she cooks, praying with me every night, hugging me from behind when I’m working from home, and telling me a hundred times a day how much she loves me and how happy she is that the wedding is so close.

And above all, she’s listening to me again.

Last night, after dinner, she knelt in front of me in the living room without me saying a word.

She was wearing only one of my white T-shirts and those little ankle socks with pink bows that she loves so much.

No panties.

She put her hair up in a high ponytail (the way she always does now) and looked up at me with those big, shining eyes.

“You deserve this, honey… I’ve been wanting to do it just for you for days.”

And she gave me the best blowjob of my entire life.

She opened her mouth slowly, licked me from base to tip like she was worshiping something holy, then took me all the way down her throat in one smooth motion—no gagging.

The technique is flawless: flat tongue underneath, cheeks hollowed, throat squeezing, steady up-and-down rhythm.

In under a minute I came like a teenager, so hard my legs shook.

She swallowed every drop, looked up at me with a smile and those swollen lips, and said in a husky voice:

“See? I’m still your good little girl.”

And yes, she is…

but she’s also the same girl who, just six days ago, had Robert’s fat cock stretching her mouth while she came on his fingers through her soaked panties.

I know she’s not going to the neighbor’s house every day anymore.

I know she’s not putting on the blindfold anymore.

I know she’s not ending the day without panties anymore.

But every time I see her drop to her knees in front of me, high ponytail swinging, that innocent look in her eyes, I remember exactly how that same mouth has been stretched around bigger cocks, how she swallowed twenty-five loads from other men in four days, how she moaned “this is just our little secret” while another man rubbed her clit through the fabric until she had her very first orgasm.

And I get hard instantly.

She notices. She giggles, kisses my cheek, and tells me she loves how much she still turns me on.

If only she knew the real reason I come so fast is because in my head I’m watching Robert paint her face while she moans behind that blindfold…

These two weeks have been the best of my life…

and the ones that have burned me up the most inside.

Less than three months until the wedding.

And I have no idea what’s coming when this brief intermission of peace finally ends.