“All he does is ask for it constantly!” Cassie complained.
“So stop bitching and give it to him. I really don’t see the
problem here!” I told her as I pulled my white; practically see through summer
dress over my head. I dropped it down to hang on my shoulders and then I tugged
my long brown hair out of the back letting it free fall, almost reaching the
middle of my back.
Cassie sat in the oversize cushioned chair to my right and I
fell back onto my bed to sit facing her. She sat with her arms crossed over her
lush breasts while she leaned back, glaring into space, her hazel eyes fixed
and hard. Her long legs were extended out, one crossed over the other. A black
pump dangled from her floating foot.
“How do you see it, then?” she asked, softening a little.
She puffed at a lock of golden hair that had escaped its tie. It snaked down
over her right eye while the rest of her hair was cinched tightly back,
gleaming in the pale light of the bedroom.
“Let me tell you about Dale and me first,” I said while sliding
on a thin pair of flats that match my dress.
“Ok, Angie. I’m listening.”
“Great! Well, you know how Dale is, right?”
“He’s a good guy,” Cassie sighed, relaxing a bit, uncrossing
her arms and legs.
“No, Cass! He’s an incredible guy. He makes dinners, leaves
me little surprises, cleans around the house, and always lets me know he loves
me.”
“And so we should throw you the parade when?” Cassie spat
out, taking a cheap shot at me. I knew she didn’t mean it so I let it go, and waited
for her to settle down. “Sorry Angie. I just don’t see what exactly this has to
do with me and my problem.”
Cassie rose up out of the chair, flashed me a quick smile, and
then started helping me adjust my dress so it hugged my bra free breasts
properly. I woke up horny as fuck this morning and planned on teasing Dale all
day. You could just make out my dark nipples and areolas. One look at this and
Dale would be salivating until I let him fuck me.
“Now, as good as Dale is, and believe me I’m very lucky and
thankful, he’s still like every other guy. He loves his dick!” Cassie burst out
laughing as I shared more. “He loves it stroked, sucked, teased, and fucked and
has never been afraid to ask for what he wants. So unless I’m sick I woman up
and give it to him.”
“You can’t always be in the mood.” She said while smoothing wrinkles from my
dress with her hands. Her touch was light and I felt a little heat building
below.
“Of course not and it doesn’t matter. I had a revelation one
day after getting frustrated with Dale for asking me for a blowjob.”
“Oh do tell.” I had her curiosity piqued and I could see
genuine interest flaring up as I led her out of the bedroom, into the hall, and
down to the kitchen to grab the iced coffees Dale had made us before
disappearing into the living room to watch the game. I didn’t know who was playing,
only that it was some foreign sport, and I didn’t care as long as he was happy.
“The revelation was that he wasn’t asking for much. How much
time does it take to make Brad come if you set your mind to it?”
Cassie sputtered, shocked by my question.
We reached the kitchen and I handed her an iced coffee and
then drew a sip from mine.
“How long?” I asked persistently.
“Five to ten minutes, if you must know?” She was still
shocked but she was all ears at this point.
“Exactly. Listen, Cassie: if I want a good hard fucking Dale
can and does give it to me for as long as I want it. Only after I’m satisfied
will he come.” I stopped for another sip of Dale’s delicious iced coffee and
leaned in on the marble topped island. Cassie joined me, taking the hint well
and bent down to conspire with me as I continued. “But, if I am just looking to
get him off it’s never more than five or ten minutes unless I want to draw it
out for him.”
“Still don’t see the revelation here!” she said, idly
stirring her drink.
“I realized all the little things my husband does for me he
does without my asking for the most part. Enjoying your drink?”
She nodded while taking a long sip.
“Dale made them. I didn’t even have to ask. I told him you
were stopping by and he just went and made them for our enjoyment.”
“Wow,” Cassie said impressed.
“Yeah, he’s good like that. So that day I was all pissy and
frustrated I realized I wasn’t giving Dale what he was giving me.”
“How does iced coffee compare to sex?”
“Everything amounts to want and caring. We’re women and we
want different things. Men are simpler, full bellies and empty balls and their
life is perfect. In the end I just knew it was worth the small amount of time
it takes to help out my hubby.” Having said that I drained the rest of my glass
and waited for Cassie to get it.
“That’s it?” she said, still confused.
“Yes. Dale always tries to give me what either I want or he
knows I enjoy. When I finally understood that, all my frustration melted away.
I went, found my husband, and sucked his dick like it was the best thing that
had ever been put in my mouth. From then on I made a vow to myself to please
him as much as he pleases me. I even surprise him several times a week without
him asking.”
“You do it without him asking you too?”
“Definitely! Aren’t the best things we get in life the ones
we don’t have to ask for?”
Cassie nodded finally understanding.
“That leaves just one problem,” she said.
“What’s that?”
“You already know Brad’s my first and we’ve had tons of sex
over the last five months….” Cassie drifted off leaving the comment unfinished.
“But?” I could sense it coming before her words confirmed
it.
“I’ve never given a blow job before. I’ve barely even given
him a hand job. I’ll stroke it and get it hard for him but then we usually fuck
or I let him jerk off on my tits.”
Cassie’s face was beet red. This clearly had been difficult
for her to share and before I realized it my mouth was getting me into trouble.
“It’s easy,” I heard myself say like I was floating above us separate from my body.
“I’ll teach you.”
“Really?” she asked with so much hope and relief in her
voice I knew I couldn’t back out.
“Yes, really.” I said resigned to the task and a plan
freshly forming in my mind. It was time to try new things. “What are you and
Brad doing later tonight?”
After I told Cassie my plan I had some convincing of my own
to do. Dale and Brad had met a few times but were hardly fast friends. There
was going to be some initial awkwardness, but then again, a stiff cock in need
of attention is quick to forget, forgive, and move on.
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