Sexually Starving

He wrapped his hands in her long auburn hair and pulled up to see her deep blue eyes.

That mouth knows my cock so well, he thought. That tongue circling the head. The mouth closing so tight. Those hands cupping my balls. My cock is so deep! I'm so close, but her breasts keep hitting my thighs. Remember the coffee guy! His eyes are the same color. His mouth looked so fuckable!

"I'm cumming," he yelled.

Yes, she thought. Now maybe he'll finally play with me and I can orgasm.

She felt him pull harder on her hair as she tasted his salty cum in her mouth. She licked her lips then cleaned his sensitive areas with her tongue.He kept his eyes closed and slowly let her hair slip through his fingers.

She sat down on the floor and let him lay back on the bed. He seemed to be mumbling something, but it was hard to hear with her blood rushing all over her body. Her skin felt electric and was ready to cum with just one touch from him. She waited and waited.

"Babe that was so good," he said. "I came so hard. I'm exhausted."

She heard his body move and the blankets swoosh over his naked body. She sat there and slowly she started coming down without being satisfied again. He started snoring and she knew that if she wanted to be satisfied she would have to do it with her old friend, Fernando.

She got up and retrieved Fernando from the bottom drawer of her dresser. She grabbed her luxuriously soft robe and shivered as she put it on over her naked body. She let out a little moan and took a deep breath. She left her bedroom and quietly closed the door so her husband and kids wouldn't wake up. She walked slowly to the kitchen and got a water bottle from the fridge.

When was the last time he fucked me, she thought as she went downstairs. He hasn't sucked me or touched my body in mouths. That's not true, her brain said. He touches your chin, cheeks, ears, hair, back of your head, and tongue.

Her breasts and pussy unfortunately agreed, but yearned to be caressed.

She went into their movie room and sat on the couch. She opened her water bottle and took a drink. Some water spilled from the bottle and landed on her chin. It rolled down her neck and onto her chest. She sighed with pleasure as she remembered her husband's tongue making that same routine when they were younger.

What changed in him and when, she thought.