Sunday Pt.4

Karen sidles up to where you're sitting and puts her warm hand through the slit of your boxers and pulls out your flaccid cock. Her touch alone causes it to throb gently, and you feel a slight rush of blood go to it.

"Walk around the house with your cock out today," she says. "Give me a nice sexy view."

"Little Mark's pretty droopy now," you reply. "Some encouragement might help."

In reply, Karen stands in front of you and places a foot on your knee, hiking up her skirt. She slowly raises the hemline till you get a good view of her pussy, the lips slightly apart because of her pose. She wets a finger in her mouth and then uses it to slowly stroke circles on her clit.

"Eyes on my pussy. Don't move your hands." You obey dutifully, your cock beginning to rise appreciatively to the view. As she slowly plays with her clit, she says, "When I woke up, I couldn't move my body, I was cumming that hard. And you kept fucking me, using me as a toy to satisfy yourself." She moves her hips lower, her pussy almost kissing the tip of your cock. "And. I. Loved. Every. Second. Of. It. So if little Mark behaves well and gives me a good view, I'll reward him with a personal make out session later today. And he gets to touch me anywhere he wants." Her voice ends in a lilting tone.

You gulp, your cock rapidly getting erect and sticking out quite clearly from your boxers. "That sounds like fun. I'm looking forward to it."

Karen gives you a quizzical look. "I said I would reward little Mark, not you. The only thing you get to do is watch." She starts walking out of the den. "I need to check if the sheets are done washing," she says. Then lifting the back of her skirt, she gives you a good view of her ass as she walks away.

You grin at her retreating figure, remembering her taste when you rimmed her in the morning. You fantasize a bit more, letting your cock get fully erect, your foreskin pulled back slightly by your swollen tip. You love satisfying her sexy little demands and feel lucky for having such a horny girlfriend.

Your thoughts go back to your love for her and about asking for her hand in marriage. You're planning to spring it to her as a surprise on your one year anniversary a few months down the road. You have no doubt that you want to spend the rest of your life with her, and Karen has signalled the same desire as well. You just hope that she won't think your proposal at the anniversary to be too early, or too tacky.

You feel very confident in your relationship with her and trust her completely. You told her everything about yourself: your likes, dislikes, failings, opinions, everything. She knew all the details of your previous relationships, including the painful breakup you had with Beth. Beth and you had dated for three years and you had been on the verge of proposing to her when she left you for someone else, marrying him almost immediately. You had been inconsolable after her betrayal, especially when you later found out that she had been cheating on you for almost half a year. You didn't see anyone else for the next two years, save for some random one night stands, until you bumped into Karen.

You had told Karen all this. She had neither been jealous of the feelings you had for Beth nor been gleeful that Beth's betrayal finally led you to her; instead she had been very empathetic: consoling you in a way that finally gave you a sense of closure and got rid of the weight you had carried all those years. Karen herself had had a few serious relationships, but none of them had lasted longer than a year or so. As she had told you all those months back in London, she hadn't done any one night stands between boyfriends. She had gone to college in England, both undergrad and graduate. She had been more open then, indulging in some one night stands and other minor sexual escapades, but had not had any serious relationships while she was there either.

Your personal lives were fairly sedate, except for the amazing amount of sex the two of you had. You could just about keep up with her demands, and you suspected her idea of sleep sex was because she wanted to fuck you on the nights you were too tired to satisfy her. While she had a better job, your hours were longer than hers. You'd often come home an hour or two after her to be greeted with a bunch of kisses on your mouth and a few gentle strokes on your crotch. Sometimes she would turn it up a notch and you'd come home to discover her lying naked on the dining table, legs spread wide open with only her eyes commanding you what to do. Other days it would be the other way round: you'd come home to see her fully dressed and quiet, chatting with Sarah on Skype.

Sarah was her best friend. They had been buddies back in England and had both moved back to America when they were done with their studies. She now lived a few states away with her husband, Jakob. Karen had introduced you to her on Skype almost as soon as the two of you had been exclusive. You had been pleasantly surprised to see that the girl on the computer screen was just as hot as Karen, with possibly a bigger rack.