Page 83 of Fair Trade

She does as she’s told, spitting on me, but not before she runs the tip of her tongue over the head of my cock. I hiss as she swipes away a drop of precum.

“Good girl.”

The words slip out of my mouth before I think it through, but the look of satisfaction on my Angel’s face tells me that my wife has a praise kink.

I lean back down, inching my hardened length between her luscious breasts, and give her a carnal smile. “You see, while you were gone, all I could think about was you in that red little number you had on. And once I started thinking about gettingyou out of your lingerie, I couldn’t get the thought of fucking your tits out of my head. Which is exactly what I plan to do.”

I lift the small bottle of water-based lube I dropped on the bed earlier and drizzle a fair amount over her breasts and my cock. Once satisfied, I toss the bottle aside and start to massage her tits, warming the cool lubricant, circling and pinching her nipples as I go.

I give one test thrust and throw my head back on a groan. Fuck, this feels amazing.

She surprises me by smacking my wrists away and replacing my hands with her own. “Let me.” She pushes her breasts together, creating a warm, tight channel for my dick.

I use my free hands to grab a pillow and prop her neck up so she can have a front-row seat to what she does to me.

“Always the gentleman, I see. And here I thought you were going to fuck my tits without any chivalry.” She winks.

I pick up the remote from where I dropped it beside my knee and grin down at her. I turn up the level on her thrusts as I pick up my own. I allow myself to get lost in the feeling, our sounds of pleasure blending into one.

My finger hovers over a button I have yet to press. I keep my pace, fucking her as she meets my thrusts by bouncing her breasts up and down my shaft, jerking me off with her tits.

I speak between labored breaths. “Does that feel good for you, Angel? Having me fuck your tits while I control how that toy fucks you?”

A restrained cry escapes her throat. “God, yes. Please don’t stop.”

“Would it feel even better if I sucked on your clit?”

“Yes! But no! Don’t move. I’m almost—”

“Oh, don’t you worry. I’m not stopping anything, but this”—I wiggle the remote in my hand—“will assist me. Repeat your safe word for me.”

“Sangria.”

“Use it if you need to.”

“I won’t—ah, ohmygod. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Don’t stop—”

I pick up the pace, imagining her pussy tightening around the toy that’s currently thrusting into her wet pussy as it also sucks on her aroused clit. The thought almost has me coming on the spot, but I need her to get there first.

I press the suction button one more time, and it’s as if a bomb has been detonated when she screams my name.

“Nick! Oh, fuck me, Nick. I’m coming.”

She’s bowing off the bed, her face contorted in orgasmic bliss as she continues to breathe my name like a prayer.

“Okay, okay. Turn off the toy. It’s too much.”

I quickly power the toy off, and her body melts into the bed as she struggles to catch a full breath. She catches sight of my cock poking out above her tits, and her smile turns devious.

I’m about to tease her about it when her words have me seeing stars. “Come for me,husband. Think you can get any in my mouth?” She opens wide and sticks out her tongue.

My hips punch forward. I feel myself coming before I can articulate it to my dirty wife.

The first rope of cum lands on her neck, followed by the second. I raise up on my knees, and the rest streak over her tongue, lips, and cheeks. The sight immediately burns into my memory.

She uses her fingers to daintily clean up her face as she licks her lips clean. She then sets her sights on my spent cock, moving to take me in her mouth. But I stop her with a hand on her shoulder.

Her brows furrow as she leans back against the pillow.