Paul and I were driving. It was a warm summer day and the windows were half open, letting a cool breeze into the car. Paul, Anne and I had some vacation time and we’d having a good time as a group. Today was Anne’s first day back at work, so Paul and I had headed off to do some exploring.

The conversation was a little muted. The scenery was spectacular and the breeze through the windows made a bit of noise. We chatted half-heartedly about how much we hated the Star Wars prequels. We hadn’t talked about sex for the entire week.

After a while it got a little colder and we rolled the windows up. After a few minutes of silence Paul turned to look at me.

“Did Anne really think that I was flirting with Rebecca?” He asked. It took me a minute to figure out what he was talking about. Paul’s fiancé had been studying abroad for a while now. At one point my girlfriend, Anne, had noticed Paul taking an interest in other women.

“Yes. A lot. You seemed very in to her. We were convinced that you would leave Kim for her.” He was taken aback by the answer.

“It was mostly what made us think about you spending time with Anne.” To help relieve the loneliness of the long distance relationship Anne and Paul had spent two nights together. One where they masturbated together and one where Anne gave Paul a handjob. We were quiet for a while and continued with the drive. We turned back for home. As I pulled into the parking lot he turned to look at me.

“Are you OK with this, man? With Anne and I together, and her jacking me off?”

“Yes. Although, to be honest, we’ve since talked about that and didn’t think that everything seemed just right.”

“What do you mean?”

“When she jacked you off, your cock was in Anne’s hand. It was on her cheek. She had your cum on her face. It didn’t seem right to go that far and not let Anne go a little bit farther. After all, in the grand scheme of things, what difference would that tiny distance make?

“What exactly are you saying?” He asked.

“Talk it over with Kim. She’s expecting your call. When you are ready, come upstairs.”

I left him in the car. It didn’t take him long to follow me. When I opened the door he just nodded. I ushered him in to the bedroom with the glass door. I sat down on the couch in the room outside and waited for the show to unfold.

Paul sat on the edge of the bed and slipped off his clothes, as I know Kim had instructed. Anne made a stunning entrance. She was wearing a white lace bra and matching boy cut panties that were surrounded by layers of frills. Her hair was up in a perfect bun at the back of her head. In memory of previous encounters she was wearing a short pearl necklace clasped tightly against her throat. She was also perched, a little precariously, atop white high heeled shoes.

She walked over to Paul, slowly because she would be unstable on the heels, and knelt down between his legs. She brought her hands to Paul’s cock and slowly stroked him until he was fully hard.

She brought Paul’s cock to her cheek and slowly stroked him against her face, light brushing his head with her lips.

Then she pulled back and, taking a breath, slowed things down a little. She rested her head on Paul’s thigh, lightly stroking his cock. She gently caressed Paul and played with the sensitive places she’d discovered before.

When Paul’s breath started to grow shallow she slowed her hand and grazed her thumb across the head of his cock, sliding smoothly through the precum that had started to gather there. She turned her head and gently kissed the top of his thigh. Her warm, wet, mouth worked across to Paul’s inner thigh and across to the base of his cock. Her hand held Paul still as she gently licked the base of his shaft, then kissed his hard flesh. Slowly her mouth worked upwards, alternating between licking and kissing.

Finally she reached the head of his cock. Paul sat up straighter to watch as she licked across his head, tasting His cum, then swirling her tongue around his smooth skin. She pulled back a little and parted her lips. She looked up at Paul and then slowly, agonizingly, slipped her mouth down over His cock. I could see that Paul was trying to resist thrusting as he slowly disappeared into the liquid heat of her mouth.

She worked her lips down his shaft, taking as much of his cock into her mouth as she could, engulfing him in warmth. Then she slowly pulled back, leaving him aching for more. When she reached the tip of his cock once again she massaged his head briefly with her tongue before plunging down again. With each stroke she would go deeper on his cock, until he was fully inside her.

His cock drenched and burning with a driving need to release, Paul placed his hands at the back of Anne’s head. I could see him struggling between the desire to pull her in tightly, and wanting her to work at her own pace.

Feeling his dilemma, his tension and his desire, Anne sped up. Her mouth moved faster on his shaft and she began to work his cock with one hand.

She pulled back for a moment and looked at Paul. A long slender thread of gleaming cum connected the head of his cock with her glistening lips. She licked her lips to taste Paul’s cum then she enveloped him once more.

Her lips, her tongue and her hand all working in concert pushed Paul to the edge quickly. His hand gripped her immaculate hair tightly and drew her mouth down hard over his cock. He pushed upward into her lips, then pushed a little more and exploded. He filled my wife’s mouth with his cum. Over and over again, erupting deeply. Finally, he collapsed against the bed, completely spent.

Anne stood, her mouth closed.

She walked into the next room where I waited on the couch. She walked over slowly, strutting a little in her high heels. She knelt in front on me. Looking into my eyes she opened her lips to reveal a mouth full of Paul’s sperm.

She slowly used her tongue to push a bit of cum across her wet lips. It trickled slowly down and dripped off her chin to land on her breasts, next to the pearl necklace.

She closed her mouth, tilted her head back and swallowed hard. Her tongue worked around her mouth to ensure that she had every last taste of his cum. She swallowed once more. She looked back at me and smiled widely. Then she opened her mouth wide and slid out her tongue to show that she’d swallowed all of him.

Then she stood and walked away to clean up.

The Chronology of Anne