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Encouraged, I stepped into the room and did a graceful turnabout. A few more steps, and I was at his side. I stood before him, legs slightly apart, and ran my fingers down my cleavage. I felt my nipples perking up and knew from my time in the dressing room that they would be peeking out the slits of the bra cups. I followed Mark’s eyes and saw that I was correct.

He slid out of the bed and stood next to me, putting his hands on my shoulders. He held me at arm’s length. His eyes were still wide as quarters, and I could see they were filled with desire. His gaze met mine, then traveled down the length of my body, and back to my face. “Jen,” he said softly, and drew me to him, covering my mouth with his as he kissed me with a passion I hadn’t felt from him in years. His eyes were open, looking at me as if he was afraid the vision might vanish if he closed them.

Mark grasped the back of my head with one hand and pressed the other to my back, pinning me against his chest. His tongue pushed deep into my mouth, and I could taste the sweetness of the tea. He closed his eyes and let out a sound that was a cross between a cry and a moan. He brought both of his hands up to my cheeks as he alternately bit and sucked my lips, moving his tongue over my mouth as if he wanted to consume me.

We were both trembling, and I felt a bit unsteady in my heels, but I leaned into him for support and knew he wouldn’t let me fall.
 

Mark’s hands moved from my face to my shoulders, pushing the straps of the nightie down my arms, and it fell in a heap at my feet. Never taking his mouth off my lips, he took my breasts in his hands, playing with my nipples then reaching behind me to unclasp the bra. He just about tore it off as he brought his hands forward, pushing my breasts together. His fingers roamed over them, squeezing gently, then harder.

My heart was pounding, my chest heaving, and my pussy juicing. I was overcome with an intense pull in my abdomen. That part of my body ached with desire to be touched, squeezed, pulled, and devoured.

I took one of Mark’s hands and nudged it down my belly. His fingers glided over the tiny triangle of my thong, and when he pressed his fingertip between my legs, it slipped right through the slit in the fabric into the wet folds of my pussy. He stepped back, as if in wonder at how he could feel me, flesh to flesh, through the tiny panty. A huge grin came over his face when he realized he’d stumbled upon a secret passageway, and he pushed his finger deep into me with such force that he almost lifted me up with the thrust.

I gasped with as much delight as surprise. I grabbed onto his shoulders and bent my knees slightly to keep myself steady as Mark put in two, then three, fingers. As he moved them in and out, I felt my insides responding by contracting and expanding in response to the motion. I could feel the drops of my passion splattering against my thighs as his hand slapped against my pussy, pushing his fingers in deeper and deeper.
 

I pressed my mound into his hand. His thumb twirled over my clit, and I had to prop myself against him because my knees went weak as the contractions began at my core and traveled down my canal. I felt a gush of liquid spring forth from within me, and I fell to my knees.

Mark stood before me with wonderment written all over his face. He looked at the pool of liquid in the palm of the hand he’d pulled from inside me. “Jen, my God, did you pee on me?”

I shook my head. “No, that’s my love juice. Go ahead, drink it, because I’m going to taste yours right now.”

Still on my knees before him, I reached up and pulled his boxers to the floor. His engorged manhood was a beautiful sight, standing up straight and proud. I couldn’t wait to taste it.

I took his scrotum gently in one hand and began to massage his balls while I steered his shaft toward my mouth with the other. The tip was dripping with his clear liquid, and I licked it clean. Oh, the sweetness of that nectar! I closed my lips around his cock and sucked him in slowly, allowing my throat to expand around him without triggering the gag reflex.
 

With the vision of the woman in the porn movie in the back of my mind, I moved my lips up and down his length, massaging his shaft with one hand and his balls with the other. Mark heaved and groaned, steadying himself by leaning against the nightstand. He put his two hands behind my head and pushed me to him. My throat opened, and I couldn’t believe how far down I could take his hardness in.
 

We hadn’t had oral sex in years, and never like this. I didn’t remember it being a pleasant experience. Now I understood the look of joy on the woman’s face in the movie. Seeing how I pleasured Mark gave me a feeling of power and satisfaction. I wanted to give him everything his body longed for, and right now, I knew it was release.
 

I began to swirl my tongue over and around as I moved my mouth up and down his shaft faster and faster. His moved his hands from my head to my shoulders, gripping me tightly. I sucked him in as deep as I could and moved my hand along the base of his dick with short, rapid strokes. I squeezed firmly, increasing the pressure until I felt him throbbing. I looked up and watched as Mark threw his head back. He let loose a guttural sound from deep in his throat.
 

I felt the warm flood of his seed unleash in my mouth, and I slowly pulled back off him. Most of the delicious liquid slipped down my throat, but some spilled out and trickled down my chin. My hands slid around his girth, and I felt Mark twitch, as if I were tickling him. I looked up and smiled, wiping my chin gently with a finger, and then putting it my mouth to taste him again.

Mark sat down on the bed. I was still kneeling on the carpet, and I turned myself so I was positioned between his legs. I hadn’t had enough. I wanted more. I put my face in his groin and began licking him clean. Mark groaned, spread his legs wide, and watched as I caressed his manhood top to bottom with my tongue. When I reached under his scrotum and began to gently stroke my wet fingers between his cheeks and up toward his rectum, he moved away from me, placing his bottom out of reach.

Mark took my face between his hands and kissed the top of my head. He then leaned back so that his arms were outstretched as he gazed at me. When he spoke, it was a hoarse whisper.

“Who are you, and what have you done to my wife?”
 

I giggled. “I had a makeover. Like it?”

Mark pushed himself back onto the mattress so he was sitting with his back against the pillows, legs outstretched on the bed. “Stand up,” he ordered, “and turn around so I can take a good look at you.”

As I stood up, I slipped off the thong and stepped out of it. I was now naked, except for my black high heels. I took a step back from the bed and twirled around, standing perfectly still when I completed the turn.

Mark shook his head, but he had a huge grin on his face. I could see he was hard again. He opened his mouth, but then closed it again.

“Well,” I said, putting one hand on my hip and the other behind my head, pin-up girl fashion. “At least tell me how you like my haircut.”

He reached over and stroked the thin strip of hair that remained on my mound. “I love it,” he said, dipping his finger over my clit, down into my folds, and up inside me. “I fucking love it.”
 

I gasped with pleasure. Tears spilled from my eyes, over my cheeks. “Mark, I only want to make you happy. I was a little afraid, you know, that you wouldn’t want me, or that you’d laugh.”
 

He rotated his finger inside me, and I felt myself melting. I put one knee up on the bed, spreading my legs so he could reach even deeper. Mark pulled his finger out and let it slide through my folds and back over my clit, which was now bursting out, pink and hard. When he touched it with his wet finger, I saw stars. I felt a gushing from deep inside me, and when I looked down, there was a big, glistening wet spot on the sheet.
 

“I need to lay down next to you,” I whispered, and Mark slid over, making room for me. I kicked off the heels and slid in carefully. His hand was still cupped between my legs, fingers slipping back and forth over my clit and into my opening. “Fuck me, Mark. Now, please.”

Mark swung up and hovered above me, knees sinking in on either side of my hips. He sat upright over me and guided the tip of his hard dick between my legs. As he touched my opening, I tried to lift my pelvis and push him in, but he held me down by pressing his other hand flat on my hip.

“No,” he commanded. “I’ll tell you when I’ll fuck you.”

Now my eyes were as big as saucers. This was a side of Mark I’d never seen, and I liked it. “Please,” I said, playing along. “Please, fill me now. I want you so badly, I can hardly stand it.” It was true, so this game was pretty easy for me to play.

“Soon. But first I want to taste what I’ve been touching.”

He inched down on the bed, sliding his legs against my body. When his knees were alongside mine, he spread me open with his fingers. I moaned when I felt the cold air on my exposed clit and delicate skin. He lowered his face into my pussy and began to probe, suck, and lave over areas I didn’t even know existed. I finally understood what it meant to be eaten, because I felt like I was being devoured. I gladly submitted, opening my legs as wide as I could, and lifting my pelvis so he could take whatever he wanted from me.
 

My hands gripped the sheets, and Mark supported me from underneath as my pelvis rocked. My insides were exploding, more than with my first toy, and even stronger than with Mr. Rabbit.
 

“Please, Mark. I need you. Fuck me now!”

Mark let go of my butt, and I dropped down onto the mattress. With a savage roar, he fell over me, hands on either side of my head. I felt him enter me, and I raised up to guide him home. He banged against me with all his might, thrusting his hardness deep within me. We grunted, groaned, and grinded fiercely, sucking in deep gasps of air. My insides contracted around him as he banged up and into me again and again.
 

Marked grabbed my head between his hands, and put his face close to mine. “Open your eyes, Jen. Look at me.” He pressed his fingers against my forehead so I had no choice but to obey. “Watch me, and come when I do. Not before or after. Come when I do.” He released his grip. “I’ll tell you when. Understand?”
 

I nodded and grabbed hold of his butt. Mark’s face was taut, and I felt the tension of his body against me as he thrust a few more times.

He threw his head back. “Now!” he screamed.

I released the muscles inside me that had been clinging to him, and he slid in deeper, touching a part of my anatomy that he’d never reached before. Just as he released himself, I peaked. I felt myself open wide, and with one explosive push, the flow of our combined juices shot out of me. Mark collapsed on top of me, and we rocked a few more times with him inside me. Finally, he pulled out and slid over next to me, arm draped across my chest.

We lay there silently for a few moments. When Mark caught his breath, he turned toward me while he lay on his side. He ran his finger lightly down the side of my face.

“So, you’re feeling better, I guess,” I said. “Better than chicken soup, yes?”

Marked grinned. “Yeah, whatever I had flew out the window the second you showed up in the doorway wearing that—that . . . What the hell was it, anyway?”

I giggled. “No matter, it didn’t stay on long. But I think we could market it as a new cure-all.”

“Jen, baby,” Mark propped himself up on one elbow. “What—Where did you get that stuff and learn to do those things with your hands and tongue?”
 

“Secrets,” I said.
 

“No, really, tell me. Whoever it was, I want to send a thank you note.”

I laughed. “I’m telling you the truth. The name of the place where I got the lingerie was Secrets. And while I was there—wait.” I slid out of the bed and headed for my closet. “Don’t go anywhere.”

“Not a chance,” Mark said.

Blondie had put one more item in my bag as a surprise. It was the DVD of the movie she had playing in my dressing room. She’d put a little sticky note on it.
Pop this into your DVD player if he starts asking too many questions,
the note said.

I turned on the television in our room and pushed the DVD into the player. “I’m going downstairs to get us wine. When I get back, we’ll play this movie, and then you’ll know everything I do.”

“Hurry,” Mark said.
 

When I turned to look at him, he pointed to his groin. He was hard again. I licked my lips.

“I’ll only be a minute,” I said, and took off down the steps.

I quickly dumped some of the Blondie’s powder into two large wine goblets and filled them to the brim. When I got back, Mark had the movie going. I handed him a glass, slid in next to him, and took a sip from mine. Mark put his arm around me. This was going to be a long, wonderful night, I thought as I settled back to watch the show.

I ran my hand along Mark’s erection and sipped more wine as we watched the couple undressing each other on the screen. I couldn’t have been happier, and I couldn’t wait to call Blondie on Monday. No, I would go over there! I needed more lingerie, tea, and a better look at the toys on that back wall. And we had some party planning to do. I wanted to share my discovery with my girlfriends.

I drifted off within my thoughts and stopped paying attention to the screen. I came out of it when Mark pressed pause and the movie stopped. I felt a stab of nervousness.

“What’s wrong? Didn’t you like it?”
 

“I liked it fine, but I like the real thing better.”

When I glanced over to the scene frozen on the television, I saw the woman on all fours, and her partner mounting her from behind, doggie-style. I put my wine glass down on the nightstand and motioned for him to do the same thing.

“I’m up for some on-the-job training, if you’d like to practice what we’re seeing in this tutorial.” I leaned forward, positioning myself on my elbows and knees, my face toward the bottom of the bed and my posterior perched up for Mark’s inspection.

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