Cool With Her by Kenny Wright

they slithered away: Amber and Beth kissing, this time naked; Beth standing in the doorway as I fucked Casey, much to my shock; and most startling of all, me watching my wife wrap her lips around Paul’s cock.
    That last one came on like a freight train, horn blaring, destroying everything in its path. It was so visceral. I could practically feel what he felt—feel Beth’s warm mouth do to him what she’d done to me dozens of times.
    “Oh, Beth, baby. That feels so good,” Paul groaned.
    Or was it me?
    I blinked, and she was between my legs, attacking my cock with her small mouth. I blinked again and it was morning. And Beth was still there, her dark hair bouncing with each stroke.
    “Oh, Beth…”
    She slurped off me. “Good morning, sleepy head. It’s a little late, but I realized I forgot to give you your birthday BJ.”
    “Better late than never—ugh!”
    I passed into the back of her throat and shuddered. Christ, she was good. She’d perfected her technique over the years, but she was no novice when we started dating. How many guys had she done this to before? She’d slept with seven of them, but how many others just got off with a quick suck?
    I think I grew a full inch just thinking about it.
    “Mmm...” Beth pulled off again. “What was that? Thinking about Amber?”
    “What?”
    “You jumped in my throat.”
    I reached down and brushed her dark hair away from her eyes. “No, not Amber.”
    Did she believe me? “You know you can think about her all you want, right?” She sucked on my crown for a moment. “I’m pretty sure I’m better, anyway...”
    With that, she went back to work. She propped up my cock and plunged down on it. I hit the back of her throat again a couple times as she got used to the vigorous motion. Then I passed through the tight portal.
    “Fuuuck...” I groaned, resting back on my arms. They felt stiff. Weak. Her tongue tattooed magic with each dive, swirling and playing with the sensitive underbelly of my hard flesh.
    On her knees and balanced with her right hand on my cock, she’d let her left drift down between her legs. I loved it when she played with herself—the girl definitely loved giving oral sex as much as receiving.
    She sucked harder, timing her bobs with her plunging fingers. “I’m close, baby, so... close...” I touched her shoulder. She didn’t ease up—either on me or on herself.
    “Mmmph...mmphh!” Each muffled groan was ecstasy around my shaft. Saliva bathed my balls as her right hand got into the mix. Her fingers tightened and began jerking the loose flesh with each pump.
    Had she ever thought of doing this with anyone I knew? With Paul? The shadow of my dream flittered back, swift and potent.
    “Beth... babe... I’m... ah—AHH!” I erupted down her throat. Fluidly, she pulled back until she held just my throbbing cock head between her lips. Both hands went to the shaft, milking every last drop of salty come from my balls.
    When she sat back, she was breathing just as hard as I was. “So, whose mouth were you coming in?” Beth asked as she eased herself against my side.
    “Yours.”
    “Uh huh...”
    “Seriously!”
    “You’re a bad liar.”
    “Fine. I...I was thinking about you and Paul.”
    Beth looked surprised. “Really?”
    My cheeks warmed. “At the end there, yeah.” That sounded bad, so I added: “I’d been dreaming it.”
    Okay, that sounded worse.
    “Very interesting.” She looked up at me, something else on the tip of her tongue.
    “What?”
    Beth shook her head. “Just the start of an idea. I’m going to grab a shower. Make me some coffee?”
    I watched her climb out of bed, drinking in her nudity. I lay there for the longest time, staring at the ceiling and trying to gather my own thoughts. Beth was well into her shower when I finally dragged myself out of bed and went in search of coffee.
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    I entered the kitchen accompanied by the smell of fresh coffee and the sounds of the local public radio