Agents of Literary Change
We Never Danced to a Love song
The premise:
..In the lunchroom yesterday...I had an audience oddly and everybody's attention...as I told fantasy my story
...Same drive everyday for 15 years, looking out this old truck window on my way to work. On the same road, same landmarks, dreaming about the day I could at least take her on a vacation....then the kids came. That's okay too, I consider them to be our most prize possessions now. Nothing more important than seeing that they may be afforded the opportunity to at least to have a quality filled life and a responsible luxury that their mother and I might not be privy to. I dunno on Fridays the radio plays these old school songs and it always takes me back down memory lane to that one year before I went to the Army. The prom, man we had some fun that night. The night the twins Kiara and Kheranie were conceived. As Chaka Khan's "CHANGES" plays on the radio....
“LOVE - WILL- MAKE - YOU - OH SO HAPPPY....INSIDE..MAKE YOU CRY”
Yea I remember that..ha ha..as I chuckle to myself. I thought I was gon be fly in life. This is a far fetch from fly, but it ain't so bad I guess. I have been a provider, I have tried to do the right thing. I never had been a womanizer like these young cats on the job. They go out and drink every night it seems. Man and they have some of the craziest stories about the shenanigans they have with these young ladies. Sometimes it leaves more to the imagination. I’ve never done half the things with my wife that they do with a whole slew of girls. Where do they get all the energy? It's exhausting just listening to some of them stories (chuckling once again).
The other old schoolers don't like'em talkin like that too much. Perhaps they are a little envious, I assume. Even though, I think they are amusing at times. Hell I think about incorporating some of it I ain't gon lie. Not my swagger, though. I wouldn't know how to pull it off without looking like a fool to my wife. That radio is still sounding good to-daaay too.
Whew, got me feeling good on this plant I betcha, almost a kinda high and I don't even know what that is. Earth Wind & Fire playing now ..."AFTER THE LOVE IS GONE" Mmmp wouldn't want that to happen, not only because one of these young guys can lay some shit on your ole’ lady at a time she is most vulnerable. But more so because we are getting older now. And I would hate to wake up one morning to find out my wife is no longer laying next to me. Death is a motivator of sorts or it can be. At any rate in this case it is.
Suddenly my heart and mind becomes overwhelmed. I am tired of thinking about doing something special with my wife, living vicariously in the lunch room thru others experiences. On that note... I'm gon take off the rest of the day. She happens to be home today, and I know she is there cleaning even though the house is already clean. She works at the job and then she comes home and works again.
" Saay , Marvin!..." (without giving it a second thought) I'mma take the rest of the day off, got some things I need to catch up on. Make sure Mike keeps the line moving today for me...I'll owe you one." I never took off, no one would challenge that. You'd think after 15 years I could at least make supervisor by now. But I have to admit, I'm just a hard worker...not the governing type.
Manhattans on now, y'all don't know nothin about that "KISS AND SAY GOOD BYE" as I get in my truck, wheew DJ's layin it on thick ain't they? Same roads, same landmarks on the way back. You know I could drive this thang with my eyes closed going backwards and still see everything just as good. And it's always the same things, gotta stop dreaming about it Kerry...start executing. At least no excuses today…not the kids are always home...they ain't home today; not we don't have the extra money...we still ain't got none, no excuses today.
I'm pretty anxious now that I have the nerve. Not sure what it is I am going home to do...but we doing something today, just us...me and my wife. I pull into the driveway with that loud ass truck snoring. Put my key in the door and I am something focused man. I could hear she was listening to the radio and it was louder than usual. Not blasting but loud enough to where she couldn't hear me enter the house. As I get up the hall and make my way to the kitchen I hear her singing the song on the radio Freddy Jackson's "YOU ARE MY LADY" and she was singing it like it was her song. I never even knew she had that kind of energy. I started to yell out I'm home, but I wanted to see who was this sangin like that in my kitchen. I turned the corner slightly and there she was, just in her own lil’ world.. sangin’ her ass off (smiling to myself). I leaned up against the wall and admired her from afar…my wife. In her sheer housecoat and rollers in her head. Still wearing them pink spongebob rollers my mama used to wear. She was a throwback and so was I. Silhouette shadow eluding from the inside of her house coat. Shiiit my baby still looking good from the back. A little more to love than 15 years ago but after 3 boys and 2 girls...that's okay, I'll take it. She justa washing and rinsing dishes and swaying her hips to and fro to the music.
Still unaware that I am there I was a bit surprised that she didn't have on panties or a robe covering her. I mean she never walked around like that in front of me. But maybe she had...maybe I am always too exhausted from work to recognize. Mm-mmp not today, I ain't here to analyze it. Stick to the plan Kerry. I quietly pace my way back up out the kitchen, make a lil’ noise at the front door again as the song is coming to an end.
"BAABBAY" , I announce myself as if I am just coming in.
"MAANN, is that you already...I'm in the kitchen man."
That's what she called me by the way..."MAN" her own personal lil’ name for me. I cherished it. I go to the kitchen like I haven't been there watching her the whole time
(Maaan, get to the good part!...(one of my dirty ol' buddies says bewilderedly) SHUT UP NIGGA!!( all the guys yell at the same time) GONE HEAD Mr. KERRY...(undivided attention, all eyes on me again and my rendezvous)
Like I said , She never knew I was there before just gazing at her lovingly. Just fantasizing and daydreaming about my lil' heavyweight mermaid in her kitchen doing her woman thang. Still washing a few dishes leftover from the kids this morning. Just admiring her from that angle I had made me want to make sure she knew how lucky I felt to have her all these years in my life. Although I think sometimes she definitely could have done better for herself than a regular ole’ tired, working ass Joe like me. Not a vacation have I been able to take this woman on embarrassingly. All I have are wishes and excuses; sometimes pennies get so tight...We can't even afford the dreams I have for us.
She says, "HEY MAANN" never turning around to look. And I am glad she didn't, ‘cause had she caught me walking on her carpet with these work boots on in this one piece jumper with the zipper down the front...she would be livid. I don't care today, I feel like I can overcome any objective without knowing what the hell is overcoming me.
"I was just finishing up a few of these dishes leftover from this morning. See if you would get a cell phone like I asked, you could have called and let me know you were coming home early. I could have prepared something by now. Why don't you get rid of that pager MAANN? Nobody uses those anymore ...you just gon stay a Neanderthal ain't ya?" The comment cut me a lil’. I already think I ain’t up-to-date enough for her. Don't wanna feel outdated too. Until she added , "BUT YOU MY NEANDERTHAL"...still never looking around washing her dishes as she placed a plate in the dish rack.
That comment just let me know everythang might be alright. Meanwhile I can't understand how come watching her doing her woman thing gives me this warm feeling inside. Domesticated is sexy to me when it isn't forced. I'm old school, just appreciates a woman that embraces the idea of that...being feminine...especially when she is mine. So natural, like it's not even a duty. It is a right of passage of some sort. Washing your dishes in your pink sponge rollers is not supposed to be sexy. It is when you love your wife the way I do...especially today.
She says, "I'm gon fix you something to eat in just a second."
I replied, "How about I take you to lunch?"
She answers unconcerned as this is something that never happens, "No I know you got to get back to work, plus I want to re-arrange the furniture in the living room and I need to go to Wal-mart."
I be damned I thought to myself , that's the only thang I get jealous about...I CAN'T COMPETE WITH THAT DAMN WAL-MART. I immediately began unzipping my jumper. I know what will happen should she dwell on some shit she wants from Wal-mart. She'll lose all train of thought. Today I came home to be perverted for a change. Pulling my shoulders and arm through my jumper as it slid down my back some. She is still babblin’ about the kids , itinerary and her laundry list of things to accomplish. But I am focused on my wifes nice plump robust ass posing thru that housecoat and I ain't heard shit she said no mo. I'm standing there with my jumper hangin' down straddled around my work boots now. Got damn!...I am just an idiot, I forgot to take my work boots off before I decided to try and be seductive in the kitchen with my wife. I don't want to attempt to take them off now for fear she can turn around and see me sittin' in the floor Indian style trying to get off my work boots with a semi hard dick. MM-MMP...not a good look. I better figure out how to make Timberland like work boots look sexy in this kitchen is all I know now. Certainly I have outdone myself, but I ain't turning back. She is justa talking as I attempt to ease up behind her. Penguin walking across the floor to AL GREENS " Love and Happiness"
..."SOMETIMES IT'LL MAKE YOU WANNA DO RIGHT...MAKE YOU DO WRONG"
And just as he hits that moan in the beginning of the song...I am there. Right behind her with my jumper down around my ankles. Almost appeared to be choreographed but I wasn't complaining. Al's timing couldn't have been better and it gave me the confidence I needed ...to pull that hat trick outta my lame as hat. I placed my hands on her waist, gave them a nice good sweepin down the sides and back up her hips. Squeezed firmly as I got to the part I like the most in my hands...gripped ...and nudged her head over gently as I parted my lips and kiss the nape of her neck.
(meanwhile niggas scootin they chairs forward in the lunch room...eyes wide and mouths shut)
"OOOH MAAAN, BABY, what you doin?" she whispered faintly closing her eyes a bit.
"Don't stop", talking with a mouth full of the nape and neck still. Continue doing your dishes baby, your husband just wants to be here...smelling and breathing on his wife's neck for a minute. I just wanna breathe ...you right here appreciatively. I could feel the muscles in her back relax as she sighed.
"OHH BABY, BREATHE ME THEN MAN...BREATHE ME BABY"
I can't explain what it was, but I felt like a husband again at that very moment. Like no man could take my wife from me just holding her and breathing in the nape of her neck like that. Gave me a sense of purpose and power. That we may not be able to take vacations together. We may not have all the money to do even some of the things we would like. But it ain't reason enough to not show someone you love...that you love them, when you do. I could feel myself growing in the nape of that neck. By the time she was down to those last few dishes, I found myself down to my knees behind her. I lift up that sheer like housecoat with no panties underneath it. And from her ankles, up around the backs of her calf...to the back of her knee caps... up the inside of the most inner part of her thigh. She eased her legs apart a bit submittingly like. I quickly snatched her around with one spinning sweeping like motion. She gasped startled with a dish of some sort still in her soapy hands I could see just above and out the corner of my left eye.,."AAAHH."
Took one glance at that sweet juicy pink pearl tongue glistening and staring me in the face delectably as I raised that housecoat above her waist and hold it there. I take my tongue slowly and gently and laid it on the inside of her pussy covering it completely. With my tongue stretched out as far as it could reach. I dug it into her pussy and slithered it back across that pussy drinking and draggin every ounce of secretions it may have produced along the way, I just know I had to.
I now know what dish that was in her hand...shattering onto the floor in a thousand like little pieces of various shapes , sizes and forms Her body shivered with sudden excitement and pleasure from my willing lizard bathing her pussy with it's bare back and saliva. It was glass , ricocheting all over the floor ,and all over her ankles and my naked exposed brick hard throbbing rock dick(as I expressed with conviction and intensity on my face). I commenced to licking on the pinkest , sweetest parts of my wifes pussy by the time all the broken pieces had hit the floor good and settled into place. A few nicks and cuts on our ankles wasn't gon be the excuse I would be resorting to this day. I pull back and take a look at that pear tongue one mo gin'. Admiring it's shape and moistness every now and then. Something about looking at my wifes pussy close up and personal , will get ya mouth salivating and watery enough til ideas , concepts , and images will start to form in your head just enough to give your instincts that bright ass idea on just in fact what and where that tongue needs to be exactly placed... in... on... and around your wifes pussy.
I then placed my entire mouth around her pussy , pearl tongue and all. Exploring and experimenting with it all the while. I sucked on it just enough to create a tremble from her ass...but not enough to make her shake as she braced to hold her self up against the sink. She was pantingly heavily as her legs began to bow from the insurmountable pleasures of electric ecstasy erupting volcanically thru and thru her body without warning. Suddenly both her hands grasped my head viciously. Soap, suds dishwater and all creeping down the back of my head and neck now. My cranium had become a kickstand as she used it for balance and support until her pussy was so wet , sticky with goo around my mouth , she had become too weak to keep standing in that bowlegged position. She grabbed me by my face just below my jawbone and above the neck. And began to guide me up her torso. I made sure to get in a few extra licks on the way up not wanting to stop , but rather driving her into a frenzy of convulsions I hear the guys speaking so fondly of at work. Hell I was learning something about that ass that day. I lapped and licked and tinkered and tonkered with that pearl tongue somethin mechanically. I was an old school nibblin som'bitch I'm talking bout befo she got me up off her sweet, loyal and precious pussy jack(laughing in a room filled with silence) She had to beg me to stop while quaking in that upright position . Her lil legs justa crampin and shaking , po thang.
"OKAAAY BABY, OKAAAY , BABY PALEAAZE...I CAN'T TAKE NO' MO'" she pleaded trying to catch her breath
Me astonished at how even I had gotten so caught up with a rush in giving her oral delight. Raised up tickled to death at her beggin me to stop on the inside... but with a look of a fierce and fueled animal on my face and in my eyes on the outside. When my lil innocent and usually missionary position only wife as she raised me up to my feet balancing herself at the same time. Opened her mouth with all her morning breaf and took her tongue and licked her own pussy juice off my pussy soaked lips....even my goatee got a slobbin. OH...MY...GODDD! is what I thought to myself. That blew my mind that she would be so open and receptive to all of this , til it made me nervous as to what kind of freak have I been living with all this time perhaps and hadn't had a notion about it. WHOOA, is this my wife while kissing her passionately at the same time. I pondered with my eyes open wide, while hers were closed. She ain't never behaved in this manner before...but then again ...neither had I.
I wasn't about to give into the notion of what it may have appeared like at that moment. I was just gonna roll with that energy at this time. It felt good to see us lusting after one another after all these years. While kissing me with my eyes wide open in amazement , her eye lids lifted open and bit. I imagine she could see and sense the warm in my eyes as we stared into each other.
"I love you Kerry E. Wagner" she whispered into my blank staring eyes as our song from our prom night came on the radio ..."WE NEVER DANCE TO A LOVE SONG"
I gently lifted her to the tippest part of her toes gently. "Put your feet on mine mama" I uttered with ever ounce of safety I had in my heart for her. Considering I had eaten all the lining and lubricant out of my wife's pussy ..and she was too weak to stand. I slid my feet beneath both of hers as she kicked off her house shoes...and began to dance gingerly with my wife atop my work dusty boots in her barefeet... my work jumper still down around the bottoms of my ankles ...as the lyrics rang and sang out the speakers of the radio in the middle of my kitchen ..."WE NEVER DANCE TO A LOVE SONG"...the rest is history fellas...
(guys in the lunchroom are floored, stomping , smacking and clapping! "GOT DAMN MR. KERRY, OH SHIT MR. KERRY. MAN I GOT TO GET ME A WIFE MR. KERRY", as they showered Mr. Kerry with praise. I never knew it would have that kind of effect on them or me after the fact. I was merely happy to finally share a moment for me and feel like I finally had something worth telling in the lunch room(chuckling)
...But about that song we never danced to , I remembered that day...Yea we did....yea we did...dance to a love song. Sometimes it just takes a lil reminding...just a lil
THE MORAL BEING WHAT ? I'' LEAVE IT UP TO YOU.
..In the lunchroom yesterday...I had an audience oddly and everybody's attention...as I told fantasy my story
...Same drive everyday for 15 years, looking out this old truck window on my way to work. On the same road, same landmarks, dreaming about the day I could at least take her on a vacation....then the kids came. That's okay too, I consider them to be our most prize possessions now. Nothing more important than seeing that they may be afforded the opportunity to at least to have a quality filled life and a responsible luxury that their mother and I might not be privy to. I dunno on Fridays the radio plays these old school songs and it always takes me back down memory lane to that one year before I went to the Army. The prom, man we had some fun that night. The night the twins Kiara and Kheranie were conceived. As Chaka Khan's "CHANGES" plays on the radio....
“LOVE - WILL- MAKE - YOU - OH SO HAPPPY....INSIDE..MAKE YOU CRY”
Yea I remember that..ha ha..as I chuckle to myself. I thought I was gon be fly in life. This is a far fetch from fly, but it ain't so bad I guess. I have been a provider, I have tried to do the right thing. I never had been a womanizer like these young cats on the job. They go out and drink every night it seems. Man and they have some of the craziest stories about the shenanigans they have with these young ladies. Sometimes it leaves more to the imagination. I’ve never done half the things with my wife that they do with a whole slew of girls. Where do they get all the energy? It's exhausting just listening to some of them stories (chuckling once again).
The other old schoolers don't like'em talkin like that too much. Perhaps they are a little envious, I assume. Even though, I think they are amusing at times. Hell I think about incorporating some of it I ain't gon lie. Not my swagger, though. I wouldn't know how to pull it off without looking like a fool to my wife. That radio is still sounding good to-daaay too.
Whew, got me feeling good on this plant I betcha, almost a kinda high and I don't even know what that is. Earth Wind & Fire playing now ..."AFTER THE LOVE IS GONE" Mmmp wouldn't want that to happen, not only because one of these young guys can lay some shit on your ole’ lady at a time she is most vulnerable. But more so because we are getting older now. And I would hate to wake up one morning to find out my wife is no longer laying next to me. Death is a motivator of sorts or it can be. At any rate in this case it is.
Suddenly my heart and mind becomes overwhelmed. I am tired of thinking about doing something special with my wife, living vicariously in the lunch room thru others experiences. On that note... I'm gon take off the rest of the day. She happens to be home today, and I know she is there cleaning even though the house is already clean. She works at the job and then she comes home and works again.
" Saay , Marvin!..." (without giving it a second thought) I'mma take the rest of the day off, got some things I need to catch up on. Make sure Mike keeps the line moving today for me...I'll owe you one." I never took off, no one would challenge that. You'd think after 15 years I could at least make supervisor by now. But I have to admit, I'm just a hard worker...not the governing type.
Manhattans on now, y'all don't know nothin about that "KISS AND SAY GOOD BYE" as I get in my truck, wheew DJ's layin it on thick ain't they? Same roads, same landmarks on the way back. You know I could drive this thang with my eyes closed going backwards and still see everything just as good. And it's always the same things, gotta stop dreaming about it Kerry...start executing. At least no excuses today…not the kids are always home...they ain't home today; not we don't have the extra money...we still ain't got none, no excuses today.
I'm pretty anxious now that I have the nerve. Not sure what it is I am going home to do...but we doing something today, just us...me and my wife. I pull into the driveway with that loud ass truck snoring. Put my key in the door and I am something focused man. I could hear she was listening to the radio and it was louder than usual. Not blasting but loud enough to where she couldn't hear me enter the house. As I get up the hall and make my way to the kitchen I hear her singing the song on the radio Freddy Jackson's "YOU ARE MY LADY" and she was singing it like it was her song. I never even knew she had that kind of energy. I started to yell out I'm home, but I wanted to see who was this sangin like that in my kitchen. I turned the corner slightly and there she was, just in her own lil’ world.. sangin’ her ass off (smiling to myself). I leaned up against the wall and admired her from afar…my wife. In her sheer housecoat and rollers in her head. Still wearing them pink spongebob rollers my mama used to wear. She was a throwback and so was I. Silhouette shadow eluding from the inside of her house coat. Shiiit my baby still looking good from the back. A little more to love than 15 years ago but after 3 boys and 2 girls...that's okay, I'll take it. She justa washing and rinsing dishes and swaying her hips to and fro to the music.
Still unaware that I am there I was a bit surprised that she didn't have on panties or a robe covering her. I mean she never walked around like that in front of me. But maybe she had...maybe I am always too exhausted from work to recognize. Mm-mmp not today, I ain't here to analyze it. Stick to the plan Kerry. I quietly pace my way back up out the kitchen, make a lil’ noise at the front door again as the song is coming to an end.
"BAABBAY" , I announce myself as if I am just coming in.
"MAANN, is that you already...I'm in the kitchen man."
That's what she called me by the way..."MAN" her own personal lil’ name for me. I cherished it. I go to the kitchen like I haven't been there watching her the whole time
(Maaan, get to the good part!...(one of my dirty ol' buddies says bewilderedly) SHUT UP NIGGA!!( all the guys yell at the same time) GONE HEAD Mr. KERRY...(undivided attention, all eyes on me again and my rendezvous)
Like I said , She never knew I was there before just gazing at her lovingly. Just fantasizing and daydreaming about my lil' heavyweight mermaid in her kitchen doing her woman thang. Still washing a few dishes leftover from the kids this morning. Just admiring her from that angle I had made me want to make sure she knew how lucky I felt to have her all these years in my life. Although I think sometimes she definitely could have done better for herself than a regular ole’ tired, working ass Joe like me. Not a vacation have I been able to take this woman on embarrassingly. All I have are wishes and excuses; sometimes pennies get so tight...We can't even afford the dreams I have for us.
She says, "HEY MAANN" never turning around to look. And I am glad she didn't, ‘cause had she caught me walking on her carpet with these work boots on in this one piece jumper with the zipper down the front...she would be livid. I don't care today, I feel like I can overcome any objective without knowing what the hell is overcoming me.
"I was just finishing up a few of these dishes leftover from this morning. See if you would get a cell phone like I asked, you could have called and let me know you were coming home early. I could have prepared something by now. Why don't you get rid of that pager MAANN? Nobody uses those anymore ...you just gon stay a Neanderthal ain't ya?" The comment cut me a lil’. I already think I ain’t up-to-date enough for her. Don't wanna feel outdated too. Until she added , "BUT YOU MY NEANDERTHAL"...still never looking around washing her dishes as she placed a plate in the dish rack.
That comment just let me know everythang might be alright. Meanwhile I can't understand how come watching her doing her woman thing gives me this warm feeling inside. Domesticated is sexy to me when it isn't forced. I'm old school, just appreciates a woman that embraces the idea of that...being feminine...especially when she is mine. So natural, like it's not even a duty. It is a right of passage of some sort. Washing your dishes in your pink sponge rollers is not supposed to be sexy. It is when you love your wife the way I do...especially today.
She says, "I'm gon fix you something to eat in just a second."
I replied, "How about I take you to lunch?"
She answers unconcerned as this is something that never happens, "No I know you got to get back to work, plus I want to re-arrange the furniture in the living room and I need to go to Wal-mart."
I be damned I thought to myself , that's the only thang I get jealous about...I CAN'T COMPETE WITH THAT DAMN WAL-MART. I immediately began unzipping my jumper. I know what will happen should she dwell on some shit she wants from Wal-mart. She'll lose all train of thought. Today I came home to be perverted for a change. Pulling my shoulders and arm through my jumper as it slid down my back some. She is still babblin’ about the kids , itinerary and her laundry list of things to accomplish. But I am focused on my wifes nice plump robust ass posing thru that housecoat and I ain't heard shit she said no mo. I'm standing there with my jumper hangin' down straddled around my work boots now. Got damn!...I am just an idiot, I forgot to take my work boots off before I decided to try and be seductive in the kitchen with my wife. I don't want to attempt to take them off now for fear she can turn around and see me sittin' in the floor Indian style trying to get off my work boots with a semi hard dick. MM-MMP...not a good look. I better figure out how to make Timberland like work boots look sexy in this kitchen is all I know now. Certainly I have outdone myself, but I ain't turning back. She is justa talking as I attempt to ease up behind her. Penguin walking across the floor to AL GREENS " Love and Happiness"
..."SOMETIMES IT'LL MAKE YOU WANNA DO RIGHT...MAKE YOU DO WRONG"
And just as he hits that moan in the beginning of the song...I am there. Right behind her with my jumper down around my ankles. Almost appeared to be choreographed but I wasn't complaining. Al's timing couldn't have been better and it gave me the confidence I needed ...to pull that hat trick outta my lame as hat. I placed my hands on her waist, gave them a nice good sweepin down the sides and back up her hips. Squeezed firmly as I got to the part I like the most in my hands...gripped ...and nudged her head over gently as I parted my lips and kiss the nape of her neck.
(meanwhile niggas scootin they chairs forward in the lunch room...eyes wide and mouths shut)
"OOOH MAAAN, BABY, what you doin?" she whispered faintly closing her eyes a bit.
"Don't stop", talking with a mouth full of the nape and neck still. Continue doing your dishes baby, your husband just wants to be here...smelling and breathing on his wife's neck for a minute. I just wanna breathe ...you right here appreciatively. I could feel the muscles in her back relax as she sighed.
"OHH BABY, BREATHE ME THEN MAN...BREATHE ME BABY"
I can't explain what it was, but I felt like a husband again at that very moment. Like no man could take my wife from me just holding her and breathing in the nape of her neck like that. Gave me a sense of purpose and power. That we may not be able to take vacations together. We may not have all the money to do even some of the things we would like. But it ain't reason enough to not show someone you love...that you love them, when you do. I could feel myself growing in the nape of that neck. By the time she was down to those last few dishes, I found myself down to my knees behind her. I lift up that sheer like housecoat with no panties underneath it. And from her ankles, up around the backs of her calf...to the back of her knee caps... up the inside of the most inner part of her thigh. She eased her legs apart a bit submittingly like. I quickly snatched her around with one spinning sweeping like motion. She gasped startled with a dish of some sort still in her soapy hands I could see just above and out the corner of my left eye.,."AAAHH."
Took one glance at that sweet juicy pink pearl tongue glistening and staring me in the face delectably as I raised that housecoat above her waist and hold it there. I take my tongue slowly and gently and laid it on the inside of her pussy covering it completely. With my tongue stretched out as far as it could reach. I dug it into her pussy and slithered it back across that pussy drinking and draggin every ounce of secretions it may have produced along the way, I just know I had to.
I now know what dish that was in her hand...shattering onto the floor in a thousand like little pieces of various shapes , sizes and forms Her body shivered with sudden excitement and pleasure from my willing lizard bathing her pussy with it's bare back and saliva. It was glass , ricocheting all over the floor ,and all over her ankles and my naked exposed brick hard throbbing rock dick(as I expressed with conviction and intensity on my face). I commenced to licking on the pinkest , sweetest parts of my wifes pussy by the time all the broken pieces had hit the floor good and settled into place. A few nicks and cuts on our ankles wasn't gon be the excuse I would be resorting to this day. I pull back and take a look at that pear tongue one mo gin'. Admiring it's shape and moistness every now and then. Something about looking at my wifes pussy close up and personal , will get ya mouth salivating and watery enough til ideas , concepts , and images will start to form in your head just enough to give your instincts that bright ass idea on just in fact what and where that tongue needs to be exactly placed... in... on... and around your wifes pussy.
I then placed my entire mouth around her pussy , pearl tongue and all. Exploring and experimenting with it all the while. I sucked on it just enough to create a tremble from her ass...but not enough to make her shake as she braced to hold her self up against the sink. She was pantingly heavily as her legs began to bow from the insurmountable pleasures of electric ecstasy erupting volcanically thru and thru her body without warning. Suddenly both her hands grasped my head viciously. Soap, suds dishwater and all creeping down the back of my head and neck now. My cranium had become a kickstand as she used it for balance and support until her pussy was so wet , sticky with goo around my mouth , she had become too weak to keep standing in that bowlegged position. She grabbed me by my face just below my jawbone and above the neck. And began to guide me up her torso. I made sure to get in a few extra licks on the way up not wanting to stop , but rather driving her into a frenzy of convulsions I hear the guys speaking so fondly of at work. Hell I was learning something about that ass that day. I lapped and licked and tinkered and tonkered with that pearl tongue somethin mechanically. I was an old school nibblin som'bitch I'm talking bout befo she got me up off her sweet, loyal and precious pussy jack(laughing in a room filled with silence) She had to beg me to stop while quaking in that upright position . Her lil legs justa crampin and shaking , po thang.
"OKAAAY BABY, OKAAAY , BABY PALEAAZE...I CAN'T TAKE NO' MO'" she pleaded trying to catch her breath
Me astonished at how even I had gotten so caught up with a rush in giving her oral delight. Raised up tickled to death at her beggin me to stop on the inside... but with a look of a fierce and fueled animal on my face and in my eyes on the outside. When my lil innocent and usually missionary position only wife as she raised me up to my feet balancing herself at the same time. Opened her mouth with all her morning breaf and took her tongue and licked her own pussy juice off my pussy soaked lips....even my goatee got a slobbin. OH...MY...GODDD! is what I thought to myself. That blew my mind that she would be so open and receptive to all of this , til it made me nervous as to what kind of freak have I been living with all this time perhaps and hadn't had a notion about it. WHOOA, is this my wife while kissing her passionately at the same time. I pondered with my eyes open wide, while hers were closed. She ain't never behaved in this manner before...but then again ...neither had I.
I wasn't about to give into the notion of what it may have appeared like at that moment. I was just gonna roll with that energy at this time. It felt good to see us lusting after one another after all these years. While kissing me with my eyes wide open in amazement , her eye lids lifted open and bit. I imagine she could see and sense the warm in my eyes as we stared into each other.
"I love you Kerry E. Wagner" she whispered into my blank staring eyes as our song from our prom night came on the radio ..."WE NEVER DANCE TO A LOVE SONG"
I gently lifted her to the tippest part of her toes gently. "Put your feet on mine mama" I uttered with ever ounce of safety I had in my heart for her. Considering I had eaten all the lining and lubricant out of my wife's pussy ..and she was too weak to stand. I slid my feet beneath both of hers as she kicked off her house shoes...and began to dance gingerly with my wife atop my work dusty boots in her barefeet... my work jumper still down around the bottoms of my ankles ...as the lyrics rang and sang out the speakers of the radio in the middle of my kitchen ..."WE NEVER DANCE TO A LOVE SONG"...the rest is history fellas...
(guys in the lunchroom are floored, stomping , smacking and clapping! "GOT DAMN MR. KERRY, OH SHIT MR. KERRY. MAN I GOT TO GET ME A WIFE MR. KERRY", as they showered Mr. Kerry with praise. I never knew it would have that kind of effect on them or me after the fact. I was merely happy to finally share a moment for me and feel like I finally had something worth telling in the lunch room(chuckling)
...But about that song we never danced to , I remembered that day...Yea we did....yea we did...dance to a love song. Sometimes it just takes a lil reminding...just a lil
THE MORAL BEING WHAT ? I'' LEAVE IT UP TO YOU.
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Permalink Reply by Ingrid Jeudy on -
This is a beautiful story. Life may not be how we dream it to be but it is what we make it.
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Nice. We're going to feature this.
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Moral in my humble opinion is...keep romance alive add spark to that flame !
PEACE LOVE & CONTINUAL BLESSINGS Jill
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That was great. I really enjoyed it very much.It was so real! Wow!
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yup
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