Free NorthernPassion by Cynnamon Foster Page B

hands on her. More often now,
he thought about running his hands through her ringlets, pleasuring her and
then fucking her in the mouth. His dick thickened. He touched himself, then
called out to his wife. “GG, are you coming?”
    She poked her head out of the bathroom and smiled. “One
second.”
    Martin took a deep breath. Geneva was the most beautiful
woman he knew and he loved her, despite her idiosyncrasies. Most of all, he
loved that they shared a love of sex. The sheer black nightgown she was
wearing, he loved that too. He stroked himself in anticipation. Geneva was sexy
and loving and smart. He just wished she were more adventurous. Under his
tutelage, she was getting there, coming out of her shell, so to speak.
    Martin was so into his fantasy, it took him a moment to
notice Geneva was now standing by the bed, watching him, her hands on her hips.
“I hope you’re thinking of me,” she said.
    His eyes snapped open. “I’m always thinking of you.” A
sheepish grin spread across his face. That was mostly the truth. He had been
thinking of his wife. It didn’t really matter that he’d also been thinking of
those two other women. All of them together. At the same time.
    “Looks as if you were doing more than thinking.” She
narrowed her eyes.
    He couldn’t tell if she was turned on, or perturbed. It
wasn’t the first time she’d seen him masturbate. “I was just warming up for
you.” That was the truth too. Maybe she would return the favor and masturbate
in front of him too. He loved the faces she made when she did that.
    Geneva’s face had a look of disbelief, but she slipped into
bed next to him anyway. She didn’t bother to remove her nightgown. The sheer
negligee was short and stopped mid-thigh and it was clear she hadn’t bothered
to wear any panties underneath it, just how Martin liked it.
    “Sure you were,” she said as she dipped down under the
covers.
    Martin was human and he knew his wife knew that. It was no
secret he thought of other women the same way she sometimes fantasized about
other men. “But I’m going to finish for you.”
    Martin tensed as his wife slid her body along his, stopping
just as her head was opposite his cock. He clutched the sheets as he felt her
grab hold of his dick at the base and guide it into her warm mouth. Geneva
sucked, gently at first, moving her hand in rhythm with her mouth. He moaned as
her movements became more intense and her sucking motion became deeper, moving
him to his core.
    “Goodness, Geneva. You are very good at this.”
     
    She was too busy to answer. Instead she used her tongue on
the underside of his shaft, never stopping the kneading motion, fingering his
balls at the same time, enjoying the rolling feeling they made in her hands.
Geneva relaxed her throat and attempted to take her husband all the way inside
her mouth. He’d taught her well.
    When they’d first married, she’d been a novice, but over the
years, she’d taken the time to find out what pleased her husband. Geneva was a
very good student. She paused a minute. “You like?”
    “Of course I do, Bella . You are my dream.”
    She winked and smiled at the man writhing beneath her, not
releasing his rod from her grasp. He thought it was all about him, but Geneva
recognized the power she had at that moment. “Good,” she said, resuming her
sucking with a vengeance. It was no mistake she was his dream. She’d planned it
that way. Geneva was determined to give her man a blowjob he would not forget.
    She licked and kneaded and sucked at him until Martin was
constantly moaning. “Oh my. Please,” he begged and Geneva loved it. His hands
were on the back of her head, holding her in place and pushing her away at the
same time. She held on tight, ignoring his pleas. Martin arched his back and
shuddered, his body convulsing as spurts of hot cum shot into Geneva’s mouth.
She held on tighter and received every bit her husband had to offer.
    He was spent when she finally released