Online Submission

[Msdeenadavis]

From my new book "Online Submission" please let me know what you think.

Chapter 1

Nervousness is boiling within me as I sit on the couch pretending to watch the television; I nervously check the clock for what must be the tenth time in the last minute, it’s 8:59, only one minute to go. It’s strange to be this nervous about something you’ve done a hundred times before, but all my tries to rationalize it can’t seem to make the tingling in my stomach go away. The minute hand flips over once more and I know now is the time, I can either spend the rest of my life sitting virtually alone on that couch or I can take a chance on living. I stand up and drop my robe to the floor revealing nothing underneath but a red thong and turn to my husband Adam, who sits only three feet away from me. Engrossed in the game he’s watching, his eyes don’t even move in my direction until I say in the most powerful voice I can muster, “if you stop watching the game, you will never feel my lips on your cock again.” Suddenly, and despite my warning to do the contrary Adam’s eye dart directly over to me, he looks me up and down in a confused manner about what is about to happen but doesn’t say a word. “The game” I say and point towards the television, his expression still confused, his eyes reluctantly leave me and return to the screen as I drop to my knees on the floor between his. Unzipping his jeans I feel relieved that I have had the confidence to go this far, pulling his dick through hole it instantly begins to harden as I take it in my mouth and glance my eyes up to make sure he is still watching the game. Running my tongue round the tip of his cock I can feel my juices start to flow as I slowly slide my lips up and down his shaft taking as much of his manhood into my mouth as I can fit and using my hands to stroke the rest. His cock is salty and a thick smell of sweat floats in the air, a few weeks ago this smell would have repulsed me but tonight it just makes me want it more. The dirty manhood sliding in and out of my mouth soaks my panties and I want so badly to touch myself, but I resist, focusing on the task at hand and running my tongue up and down his pulsing shaft. Barely a minute passes before I hear slight growl from Adam, his hips thrust as his head falls back and he fills my mouth with his cum, I slowly pull his manhood from my mouth and swallow his creamy load. His eyes drop to me, “the game” I snap and he raises his gaze to the television as I clean up every last drop with my tongue before shoving his swollen and still throbbing clock back in his pants and zipping them up. Standing to leave the room I turn back to see if he’s watching me and tell him not to come to bed until the game is over. Walking down the hall to the bedroom I feel like running, I’m giddy, nervous, my thighs are weak and my pussy is soaking wet. I lay on the bed thinking about what I just did and wondering why it has gotten me so worked up. It’s been over a year since I have gone down on Adam and as I lie here thinking about it I realize I don’t even know why, it just stopped happening, maybe it was boredom, but tonight was different, it was Adams cock in my mouth but it was another man who was making me put it there, and the wrongness of that, feels so right.