Our special sign is when I have a bottle of cognac and a straight-back chair placed in front of the full-length mirror when she arrives home. It means that I’ve been dreaming about her mouth at the office again.

Lorraine and I are both in our late thirties and have been married for twelve years. Lorraine takes very good care of herself and has a trim, sexy figure. Her best features, besides her thick, curly hair, are her exquisitely long and shapely legs and round, firm ass. Her pussy is beautiful, with pouty, thick lips and a prominent mound. Our passion is gourmet oral sex.

On this night I had a roaring fire going in the fireplace, classical music on the stereo, a comfortable straight-back chair facing the mirror on the dining-room door and a glass of my favorite Courvoissier already poured and ready for me to sip. When Lorraine got home, she smiled at me, stashed her briefcase and disappeared upstairs. After several minutes, during which I fantasized about her lips, she appeared on the staircase dressed in her black teddy, garters, stockings, a pearl necklace and black spike heels. She looked ravishing. She looked edible. She moved slowly toward me, letting her succulent ass sway easily. Her long hair caressed her shoulders. Her full sensuous lips were painted dark red. Her breasts swelled over the top of her teddy. Her nipples stood out hard against the thin silk fabric.

My wife took a sip from my glass and slowly slipped to her knees between my legs. Unzipping my pants, she reached in with cool fingers and pulled my semierect cock out into the firelight. Sliding it past her lips, she took all of it in her mouth. I put my hand on the back of her head and told her to simply suck, not to bob her head. I wanted to feel my length slowly grow in her warm mouth.

The feeling was sublime. Very soon her mouth was stretched wide. My cock is very thick. I told her to slowly lick my shaft and to rub the head of my ever swelling member across her face slowly, always slowly. She did this and stroked my tightening balls with her wet tongue. She did all this in time to the Dvorak as I slowly drank my cognac.

As I rolled the liqueur across my tongue, Lorraine rolled the head of my cock across hers. As I inhaled the bouquet of the cognac and the music built to its finish, so did I.

I asked my wife to drop her hands from my cock, and I took control. Grasping my thick shaft, I rubbed my cockhead across her lips, across her cheeks, around her chin. I told her to open her mouth wide, then took my cock and rubbed the swelling knob around her tongue, up to the roof of her mouth, across her teeth. I was close now, painfully close. The heat was rising from my aching balls, the tingling was shooting up my spine, my brain was on fire.

Giving my dick a few strokes, I erupted in a fountain of come. Semen spurted into her open mouth and cascaded in ribbons down her chin and dripped onto her heaving bosom. I had several smaller, less defined aftershocks that produced more come. It oozed from my spouting tool, which I, holding my breath, lightly rubbed across my wife’s lovely lips.

Slipping my cock back into her sensuous mouth, I looked down — the sight was breathtaking. My thick semen lightly covered her lips and chin. She was breathing hard, and her cheeks and chest were flushed. I knew from experience that she herself was on the edge of orgasm. She had unsnapped her teddy and was masturbating, using her entire hand-rubbing it back and forth across her labia.

Lorraine looked up at me. The pleading look in her eyes said “Fuck me.” My cock, still ninety-percent hard, suddenly felt strong and eager. I pushed my wife back until she was spread on the floor and, with one lunge, sank my cock into her flaming pussy to the hilt. She moaned loudly, “Yes,” and within six full strokes, she sailed over the edge and into orgasmic bliss. Over and over again I could feel her vagina contract as she sobbed out her orgasm.

It was the first time I had ever come on her face. I had wanted to. even fantasized about doing it, and now that she had allowed me to, I found it completely satisfying. I reached for my cognac and watched the firelight on her face, amazed.