Mark’s Wife

Lydia stepped out of the car and onto the driveway, the crunch of gravel beneath her feet a stark contrast to the warmth of her skin. It had been a long week, and she was looking forward to a relaxing evening with Mark. But as she entered the house, she couldn’t shake the feeling that something was different. The savory aroma wafting from the kitchen told her that Mark was cooking dinner, but it was the tone of his voice that gave her pause.

“Hey, pretty lady,” he said, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he smiled. “Another successful massage therapy session?”

Lydia felt a flush rise to her cheeks as she replied, “Very successful.” Mark’s eyes widened, and she knew she’d given herself away.

“Whoa, what’s gotten into you?” he asked, his voice tinged with amusement.

“Nothing,” she said, trying to play it cool. “Just my handsome husband making dinner. I hope you haven’t got plans for dessert though, because I thought something else could be on the menu.”

Mark’s eyes sparkled with interest, and Lydia knew she’d piqued his curiosity. She leaned forward, trying to reach the pepper grinder in the middle of the table, her breasts straining against her white blouse. Mark’s gaze flickered down, and she knew she’d made her point.

“Bedroom, now,” he ground out, his voice low and husky. Lydia feigned surprise, but she knew exactly what she was doing. She wanted to see just how far she could push Mark, to see if she could reignite the passion that had been simmering beneath the surface for so long.

As they made their way to the bedroom, Lydia felt a thrill of anticipation. She had no idea what Mark had planned, but she was ready to take things to the next level. And as she stopped inside the door, she gave him a sly smile.

“Stand still,” she said, her voice husky. Mark looked at her in confusion, but he did as he was told. Lydia reached up and pulled his shirt over his head, Mark helping her when it got tangled around his shoulders. Then, with a mischievous glint in her eye, she dropped to her knees in front of him.

Mark’s eyes widened in surprise, and Lydia knew she’d caught him off guard. But as she reached out and pulled his shorts and boxers down, he let out a low groan of pleasure. She cupped him gently, running her hands along his smooth length as he let out a shudder of delight.

Lydia felt a thrill of excitement as she took him into her mouth, sucking lightly as she continued to stroke him with her hand. Mark’s hands were in her hair, holding her head in place as he let out a low grunt of pleasure.

“Lydia,” he gasped, his voice trembling with need. “Lydia, I’m going to come in your mouth if you don’t stop.”

But Lydia didn’t stop. She sucked harder, lightly dragging her teeth along the sensitive flesh as she continued to move her head back and forth. With a grunt, Mark stiffened, jetting his seed into her mouth. Lydia fought to swallow it, trying hard not to gag on the salty, slightly bleachy taste.

Finally, he was spent, and she released his softening penis from her mouth. As his breathing returned to normal, Mark looked down at her, his eyes filled with admiration.

“Would it be inappropriate to say thank you?” he asked, his voice low and husky.

Lydia smiled, feeling a sense of pride and accomplishment. “Maybe you can just show me how grateful you are,” she said, her voice husky.

Mark’s eyes sparkled with mischief as he pulled Lydia up, her legs wobbling beneath her. He steadied her, his hands cupping her elbows, his face inches from hers.

“Are you ready for more?” he whispered, his breath sending shivers down her spine.

Lydia’s eyes fluttered open, and she smiled, her voice husky with desire. “I thought you were just getting me started.”

Mark chuckled, his fingers trailing down her arms, sending a shiver of anticipation through her veins.

As Lydia drifted into a satisfied sleep, she thought to herself, I’m not sure who should be thanking whom.