Not Mr. Grey

Author's Note: This story is a heterosexual couple having straight sex. If this isn’t your thing, please feel free to find another one of my several dozen stories to read to your liking. The consensus is that I have flavors for every tastes. I know, I know. The website is called GayDemon.com, so you expect gay stories instead of these kinds of “breeder” stories. Just think of this story as “See Him Fuck” for readers and enjoy, if you can! 🍆😸

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“When are you going to read the book?”

Guy Norton exhaled heated, his back turned to his wife Christina, sparing her the scowl erupting across his face. Here we go again. That goddamn book!

“When I get good and ready, woman,” he said with his voice cold to her.

“When will that be? There are two more books behind the one I left you on your nightstand. You must get reading to get what’s it’s all about.”

His wife said it like he really cared. He didn’t need to crack the book open to know what it was about. He couldn’t inch pass a television screen without some hard-up woman promoting it like it was God’s sadomasochist gift to women.

Guy didn’t mind the effect it had on the fairer sex given some of the benefits he was reaping from it. He just had a hard time swallowing it made such an impression on women that they were becoming like lemurs jumping off a cliff over it. He couldn’t help but factor in the disparity. Of how if he suggested some of the things he heard come out of this book to his wife before it hit the shelves, how grossly she would’ve rejected them. Probably went as far as to call him a misogynist for even making such an indecent proposal. A modern liberal woman submissive to a man! Cut his balls off!

Seven years he begged Christina to put a little modest “extra” back into their sex life and was scolded like a bad dog. Marriage wasn’t meant for those frills, she said. Though, up until the morning she put on that wedding dress, she wasn’t above doing anything to make him happy. Some book comes out that are approved by a couple of her girlfriends and she’s all on board.

Guy snapped at her soft pleading tone. “Didn’t you hear me? When I get good damn and ready to read it. Not a millisecond earlier than that, you hear?”

Guy reached for the doorknob.

“Where are you going this time of night?” was her other question.

“Out,” Guy barked, turning his body around to look at her this time, a first during this exchange. He wanted to make it clear to her he wasn’t avoiding eye contact with her in any way, like he had been accused of before. He was just emphatically sick and tired of the games brought on by this damn “mommy porn” of a book she been playing. 

And there were two more on top of the one he already refused to read?

Even though he refused to let on, Guy later regretted the move, stunned to see his petite wife standing there in the middle of the bowed stairwell both topless and crotchless in a pair of lace panties swaying her way down the stairs.

“Are you still planning on going out?” Her warm sweet mint breath etched towards his grimaced face, her body pressing even closer.

“Yes.” He swallowed, looking down at his wife’s flawlessly face made up less than a full foot away from his full lips. Her smile was quite pleasing. Her eyes eager for him not to leave, her hands tugging at his waistband enchanting him to stay put right where he was. He intended on pulling away, going about his evening as planned, but his large hand deceived him. Grabbing her chin and guiding her flesh tone-painted lips to meet his. He darted his long tongue into her mouth forcibly exploring it just like she liked it, twisting her head this way and that to get her undivided attention.

He needed to go, he kept thinking. He was tempted to straddle her onto his waist and carry her back upstairs. Rather than make love to her like she wanted, his plan was to toss her onto their marital bed and leave her twice as frustrated as she had left him over the years.

Christina got to him first though. Slyly reaching for his belt and gladly unbuckling it with care. His hand reached for her, to stop her in her track from going any further. He didn’t have time for her charades anymore. He was over them. She was no delicate blossom waiting to be deflowered and he was no self-made gazillionaire. Obviously, she wasn’t in the mood to mince words over these facts with her fingers steadily tugging at his zipper. His cock there thickening by the second next to it, expecting and waiting on her next move.

Guy snickered softly masking his agitation, looking down at his wife planting her bare knees on the tiled foyer. “You want to cop my joint now?”

Christina nodded. “What a better time than the present, Guy?”

His head told him to push her away. Get going out the door and fast. He really didn’t have time for this, for her. He didn’t need to stand around and entertain her delusional fantasies anymore, participate in being her ebony pawn for the night. His tall solid frame however, his tree-trunk legs especially, thought otherwise, freezing into place, as he felt her small hand slide right pass his zipper. Her cold fingers wrapping around the thick base struggling to fish out the rest of his long shaft out of the slit of his boxers.

He needed to go, he reminded himself again. He had somewhere to be.

He put that very thought on hold when he saw she finally sprang it free. He was forever a sucker for the awestruck contrast, and she knew it. His big inflated two-toned penny brown cock dwarfing the hands of his small white wife. It was enough to drive any man wild, particularly when he saw the fleshly inches spared with her handle and caution.

He gasped densely with lust as she teased him with a few light strokes. Guy always loved the way her tender lotion-coated hands felt over his heavy hardsoft cock. It was absolutely nothing like it. Like a fourth and fifth fuck sleeve. He even admired the way she held his eerily straight erection up. Stretching it over her pretty little face like she was doing, snuffling hard at his clean masculine scent.

Her tongue pleasantly surprised him. Licking its way up to the very tip and briefly sucking it hard before kindly gliding its way down to the underside of his cucumber instead of the usual routes he was use to her taking. Settling on the top part of the expose piece of skin housing his low hangers still tucked away in his underwear. Sliding her tongue further down there before her entire mouth took over, and like a thorough dust buster, gently sucking one ball after another from behind his boxer slit.

“Oh, shit! Shit!” Guy growled. “Suck my fucking balls.”

Christina obliged, sucking his balls back into her mouth swirling her wet tongue around the sensitive orbs.

She took care of his balls one by one, sometimes both at once, using her hand at leisure to jerk at the length again, guiding him through a series of mild grunts with the right amount of erratic pressures.

“Why don’t you go ahead and pop that sweet dick of mine in your mouth.” Guy commanded, having no patience to ask now.

His wife took a few more slurps at his royal jewels and licked her way up to the bloated glans and shoved it between her lips. She took to it like a lollipop. Her tongue found its home right at his shallow piss slit, hungrily tasting the leaky nectar and rubbing harder against it to make more of it drip.

Guy was torn who was enjoying it more. He with his eyes shut tight or his wife bobbing her head with growing steam, with a sort of comfortableness he never witnessed before.

“That’s it, baby. Suck your man off like you were born to suck his dick.” Guy heaved.

She went at her own pace eventually getting five or six inches down her gullet with not a gurgle or gag within earshot, a first for her ever.

Guy was in heaven. He was put in such euphoria with his dick in her warm oral opening that he was pushed over the edge into hell. When did she learn this? Where?

Even before she took her sabbatical from giving him head, she was never that great at it. She slobbered and drooled on it with the occasional suckling that always led her to complain about a sore jaw in the end. The thought crossed his mind she might’ve been practicing on some other man. He knew better than that, quickly recalling her banana craze as of late. Forever one peeled wet banana going in her mouth, but never one eaten in his presence as far as he could remember.

Another possible idea inspired by that damn book?

“Keep that shit up. Keep it up and I’ll be shooting off in that pretty little mouth of yours, girl.” Guy groveled, slightly pumping his thighs.

Usually that sort of off-handed comment would have sent Christina running for the hills. She did no such thing this time. She didn’t even flinch at the slight possibility of his slimy ejaculate gushing across her refine taste buds. Something already in him knew why. A few seconds later, he heard a moan escape her. Except this wasn’t just some ordinary moan. It sounded like it was coming from deep within, deeper than any place he ever known any bodily noise to call from outside of a hunger growl. And just like that, he could feel her pull him deeper down her throat.

“Oh fuck, shit…fuck, shit! Goddamn!” He stuttered.

He was so taken aback by the sensation he grabbed her head, meaning to pull her off the vortex that was now her throat but his hands kept her steady instead. She slapped them away, silently letting him know that she was up for the challenge. Her mouth worked harder than ever; her hands busy working the rest of his big shaft along with the cool saliva still drying from his ball sac.

“You’re going to make me come!” He screamed with his palms flat against the front door. “Oh, fuck! I can’t hold back! Now or never…pull off. Pull off! Pull off if you don’t want me to, uh…uhh…uhhh…un-uhhh!!!!”

Guy squirted. Not before his limbs violently trembled beneath him and his cock swelled to deliver a torrent of semen down her throat. It rushed out of him so hard and fast that he weakly pulled her hear back just to fill the rest of her mouth. It was even more of a struggle for him to pull his cock away from her supple lips as cum continued to leak out at her waiting tongue.

He blacked out. Only for a few seconds though, it could have been several days as far as he was concerned. He stumbled back into consciousness and immediately fell into a trance watching his wife steadily swallow his load, gulping it down for dear life. Beautifully slutty, he thought she was, and it almost broke him.

Even though Christina hated it, she was always good about catching his seed in his mouth before spitting it out in the same stride. This wasn’t the case. This was completely different. She was enjoying every minute of it, using her fingers to scoop the overflow crusting around the corners of her mouth.

Guy caught his breath. Christina looked hotter than ever on her knees with his softening cock dangling centimeters from the curves of her perky kisser.

“Damn. What was that?” He moved upright against the door. His question more rhetorical than anything, his eyes locked on hers.

“You approve?” She panted coyly sporting a smirk that veiled a giggle. “I just thought it would be a nice little treat for my Mr. Grey.”

Grey? Mr. Grey, you say? What happened to Mr. Norton, Mrs. Norton?

Guy snapped out of his daze. He was like a bona fide drunk sobering up after he did something really messed up. Something beyond fucked up. He was still coasting off his high when he felt a tinge of anger surge through his blood. He was angry at her, but mostly at the man staring back in the mirror at him for allowing her to get the best of him. He knew better, knew better than to stick around and let that happen.

As opposed to venting or apologizing for it, Guy opened his jaw and let the words come stumbling out. “That was good, girl. Really, really good.”

His hands fell to his knees to catch his breath some more. He was tired and sleepy and ready to go right upstairs to bed. But that wasn’t an option. Not tonight. He made a promise to himself. He glared down at his wife, smiling right in her face as he took her hand and rubbed them over his wet cock. He brought her head closer to where he smeared the leaky tip over her lips. She took it back in her mouth, teasing him some more, giving the flaccid thing one last swab before he plucked it away, stuffing it back into his pants.

“Where are you going?” Christina asked irritably after he got himself together and reached for the doorknob again.

Guy looked back at her, his smile quite feeble to her stern dismay, “Just like I said…o-u-t, out!”