The Man From Del Monte Says...Yes, Yes, Oh God! YESSS!

Last week was half term over here. We saw Daughter briefly on Friday night, when I fetched her back from school, but she was gone early next morning, off to scout camp for the week. Son reverted to ’nocturnal creature’ mode, sleeping all day and only emerging after nightfall to demand money for bus fare or to take his gf to the pictures.

So we had the house to ourselves pretty much all week. Hooray for that, one might think, but somehow things did not work out to be the week-long lurv-fest we otherwise might have desired. Work always seems to get in the way; our staff mostly have young kids so they also want time off at half term and we are left to shoulder the burden and the situation was not made any easier by one of them being off sick for two days. On top of this, Heather wasn’t in absolutely in top form after having done something nasty to her back at the weekend, possibly as a result of heaving logs around at the summerhouse, althought this was the cue for me giving her a long sensual back massage on tuesday with Ylang Ylang massage oil and a slow gentle fuck to follow.

Wenesday morning I stood naked on the scales, waiting with eager anticipation for the reading to stabilise. Not only had I not gained since the previous week, I had lost more weight again. I didn’t hesitate to announce this to Heather and the import of it was not lost on her. As luck would have it, pineapple juice was on offer over at the supermarket.

However, Wednesday was not to be the night. We worked late in the office, Heather was in pain and we were both tired out. She lay in my arms and we both drifted off to sleep with the scent of the ylang ylang from the night before still on the sheets.

Saturday night, and I started drinking pineapple juice in earnest, but Daughter was home again and when she spotted it in the fridge she started helping herself. I couldn’t really explain that it was for my own exclusuve use, and why. In the end we got to bed so late that again we just went to sleep and slept late Sunday morning.

Fast forward to Sunday night and, after one of our rare family suppers together, I drove Daughter back to school. It was getting on for ten by the time I got back, but we both agreed that an early night would be just what we needed.

”I’m going to use the bathroom upstairs now” said Heather, with a twinkle in her eye. A twinkle that had been missing for most of the week. ”You should have plenty of time to get ready”. Those words were simply dripping with significance. I changed into my dressing gown and went downstairs again to take a quick shower and a shave (no, not the beard!!) and was still back up in the bedroom before she was finished. I used the time to rummage around in our goody bag and fished out a pair of leather wrist cuffs and a little brass padlock.

When Heather finally came into the bedroom she wasted no time. She laid down across the bed and parted her lips around my already-stiff cock, sliding it gently down her throat. I fumbled for her cunt but she warned me off, saying she was still a little dry, so I lay motionless enjoying the moment as my treat, my reward. She let her lips and tongue explore me all over. Up and down the length of my cock, in the crease between scrotum and legs, the perineum and a long langourous lick all the way up my abdomen until she found a nipple and bit unexpectedly hard. I reached for the wrist-cuffs and put them on her. The sight of her wanking me with them on her wrists, with it’s suggestion of bondage or of ownership, excited me even more.

When she finally backed off I sat up a little so that she could lay her head in my lap. She took a drink from a glass on the bedside table, enveloped my cock again and slowly let the water flood out over my cock and smooth-shaven balls before thrusting her head down deeper onto me.

After some while she began to flag a little. The crouching position was beginning to take its toll on her back and I got up off the bed. Throwing a pillow down onto the floor I told her to go and kneel on it. I joined her two wrists under her chin with the little padlock and told her to wank me into her mouth with her joined hands. She did more. She stroked my cock, cuppped my balls, licked me all over, lifted my balls on the link joining her wrists while she wrapped both hands round my cock and teased the head of it with her tongue and at last started a vigourous wanking which brought me to within a hairs’- breadth of coming. But I held back. Ther was just one more scene to be played out and it was one where I took total control.

Unlocking her wrists, I re-joined them behind her back and started wanking myself into her open mouth. She knelt there: Impassive, resigned to the inevitable. I wanked myself hard and fast, standing on tiptoe as the first spasms started to hit me and then I slammed on the brakes. I stopped the rhythm for that crucial split second which was enough to stem the headlong rush to orgasm. I started to stroke myself slowly, deliberately, with long deep strokes and was rewarded with an intense orgasm which deposited a pearlescent rope of semen down the length of her tongue. I knelt back so as to bring my mouth to the same level as hers, gasped ”Give it to me!” and pressed my lips to hers, crushing her head to mine. And give it me she did. Our tongues swimming together in that warm, runny mass while she dribbled it into my throat for me to swallow.

”I’m not saying it’s altogether pleasant” she said after my tongue had sought out every last drop from her mouth ”but it’s getting better each time”. Perhaps there is something in what Suze said a few weeks ago. ”and the pineapple juice really makes a difference” she added.

I released her bonds and she laid on the bed, legs slightly apart. Despite the fact that she was doing this for me, entirely at my behest, she was soaking wet and just so slippery. I lay down beside her and slid a couple of fingers down her cleft, hooking them up into her sopping cunt. She drew her breath in sharply and arched her back as I hit that velvety little patch on the front wall and gently squeezed so that my palm scrunched and ground into her clit. Suddenly she was over on all fours, begging for a thumb in there, the rest of that hand taking care of her labia and clitoris and just the hint of a fingertip from the other hand invading the little rosebud of her bum. She came with long sobbing gasps and we collapsed side by side on the bed, me covering her arms and legs against the cold.

She stirred as if to get up to go to the bathroom, but I had to feel her wetness one more time. I gently coaxed her into the doggy position again and eased into her from behind. She was just so warm, so wet, so smooth. I gave a few little token thrusts but I really had no intention of doing any more. I just had to feel that closeness for a few minutes more, to make that Sunday night last a little longer.

To blot out the thought of another Monday hurtling towards us