It has been a perfect day of reconnection and sharing. Of love and doing all my favourite things and sharing them with my favourite person. After a quick FaceTime with the kids when we get back to the holiday home, we get changed and brush our teeth. Climbing into bed sleepily and happy I expect to curl up and watch a movie in bed or something.
James, just in his boxers, climbs into bed next to me. He looks over at me, handsome as ever, his blond hair ruffled as usual. There is something that twinkles in his eyes as if he’s up to something. I frown at his mischievous look but before I can ask what’s going on, he says, “Take off your nightdress Rosie.”
“Ok?” I reply as I pull my silk camisole dress up over my head.
“I’d like to try something new.”
“Ok, what would you like to try?” I ask and watch as James hooks his thumbs in his boxers, lifting his bum in the air and pulling them down whilst sitting in bed until they’re completely off.
“I don’t think that is something new James,” I quip, smirking.
James raises an eyebrow smiling devilishly at me as he says, “I am going to read your book to you Rosie, and you my darling are going to keep my cock warm.”
“You want me to give you a blow job whilst you read to me? I guess that is kind of new,” I reply, frowning since never has James ever read to me nor did I ever imagine he’d want to read to me whilst I sucked him off.
“No, that is not what I mean Mrs Bell,” he reaches across to tweak my bare nipple and then gives it a light tug. “I would like you to hold me in your mouth without sucking or going deep. I will do my best to not stay hard although I can see some challenges with that, but I promise I will try.”
I’m bemused, but curious more than anything. “You want me to lie on your lap and hold the tip of your cock in my mouth whilst you read to me?”
“Yes, almost like a pacifier. I read about it recently and want to give it a try. I know you have taken a lot of cocks this past week, but I wanted to do something that they may not have asked you to do. I think—I hope, it’s a comfort to both of us. What do you say, are you game?”
“Sure, I’m game James. I’m always game for you and your cock, husband.” I smirk annunciating husband back at him playfully.
I reach for my book from the nightstand and pass it over to him. It’s another classic thriller that I love. James begins to open where my bookmark is and I try to manoeuvre myself across his lap so I can lie comfortably but within mouth reach of his manhood. We end up putting a pillow on the right side of James’ legs to give my body extra support to lie my head on his lap.
I lower my head onto James’ lap facing him with my body curled horizontally on the bed. Whilst James mentioned he would try not to be hard, he had in actual fact a raging hard on. Earnestly I wrap my lips around his hot length and feedthe head into my mouth and try to relax my body and my mouth.
I feel conflicted to be lying still instead of moving my head up and down his length. James must feel my uncertainty because he lowers the book to his side and begins to stroke the hair away from my face. “Good girl, Rosie. That’s my girl, keeping my cock warm after you’ve had a busy week being used by so many other cocks.”
His words make my skin come alight and a tingle flutters through my body to my clit where it begins to throb. I lie still, naked, looking up at James with his cock placed in my mouth as he watches me, praising me and stroking my hair, stroking my neck and along my bare shoulders. He strokes along the side of my left breast and then the underside where it hangs heavy with gravity. “I need another of my brands on you here,” he says almost to himself, referring to the rose petal he had tattooed on my other breast a few weeks back. “I want you covered with my stamp so wherever anyone looks they will see you belong to me and me only.”
I begin to relax into this position as I feel calm and soothed. I’m surprised at the effect this simple act has on me as my mind drifts from aroused to blank. My mouth starts to water but instead of withdrawing I subtly suck on the head of James’ cock and swallow the saliva and his salty taste, much the same as a baby would with a pacifier.
Feeling the change in my posture as my body eases and molds around his into a limp resting position, James lifts the book and begins to read to me. With his attention away from my lips around him, his dick begins to soften and it’s even easier and more relaxing to have a semi hard James in my mouth as I close my eyes and listen to the timbre of James’ voice. We stay like this for maybe an hour as I enjoy this new experience for what it is, intimacy and connection. I’m not sure when it happens but I’m lulled into a peaceful sleep as James’words become further and further away from me until I hear no more.
When I awake, I find I’m lying with my head on the pillow like I usually would. I can hear the restful breaths of James sleeping beside me on his back and my mind goes back to the previous evening. What was that? It felt like the most erotic way to end the day without leading to anything other than sleep. I’m not sure where James’ read about it, but I’m glad he did. I feel rested and refreshed. Having spent the day with him yesterday and unloading all my true feelings about the past week and the men—I feel lighter, happier.
My heart does a lunge as I circle back and think of the eight men again and what they might all be up to right now. Did some have families, wives, girlfriends? A stab of jealousy punches me in the stomach as I remind myself of reality: the men, their lives and their possible loved ones have nothing to do with me and mine. Our paths may never cross again and I need to accept this fact.
I scold myself for the reaction of jealousy and look back over at my person, my man. The duvet is pulled up to his chest and I admire his wide shoulders and freckly skin.
I try and climb out of bed as stealthily as possible trying to not disturb James as I make my way over to the bathroom and look out over the beautiful gardens as I use the toilet and grab some water.
Walking back into the room I see James propped up and reading on his phone which he lowers when I walk in. “Good morning gorgeous, did you sleep ok?”
“I, husband, slept like a baby.” I say, my answer a double entendre from the night before.
James smirks back, “Is that so?”
“It is so, who knew?”
“I did. As soon as I read about it, I knew we were going to enjoy it.”
“What else do you have up your sleeve this weekend?”
“Well, that is for me to know and you to find out, my lovely,” James replies chirpily. “But rest assured, we are going to have a lovely day today with a little something different on the menu for tonight’s new experience.”
“Oh really? Well, if it was anything like last night then colour me interested.”
