A Proper Scottish Wife Ch. 08

"You're a strange man, Stuart Cameron, but I thank you for your gifts, and I shall try never to make you regret your gifts to me and them."

"That's all I ask, my lovely Ailene."

He had her stand once more, pouring the rest of the warm water over her to rinse all the detritus of the day from her, then patting her dry. He carried her to the bed and laid her down, spooning around her.

As she lay there with his arms around her, secure in his love, she pondered his reasoning and the attitude and love behind it. In a way, she could follow the logic of his arguments. There was a perverse logic to them; she had to grant that. It was the emotions that she got hung up on. She would pull the hair out of any woman who tried to fuck her husband.

Lying there, thinking of her pleasure, she determined to give him some now. She turned and buried down into the covers, finding his limp cock and taking it into her mouth. She tongued and sucked on it, feeling it swell in her mouth and hearing the moans of satisfaction of her beloved husband. His hands grabbed her head and he began thrusting his stiffening staff into her hot moist mouth, her tongue swirling under the head of his glans on each in and out stroke.

"To what do I owe this enjoyment?" he moaned, going deeper with every plunge of his prick.

She said nothing, just sucking harder, taking him deeper, opening her throat for his pleasure until his cock fully disappeared and his balls were brushing against her lips. She grabbed his sack and fondled the bundles inside, encouraging him to drive harder into her mouth. She could almost feel the cum churning in his balls, preparing itself for it's short journey. She felt his breathing stop, his cock twitch then stiffen, and awaited his release; his prick pulsing in her hands as his cream shot upward through his shaft and splashed in the back of her throat in a torrential stream, rapid fire pulses of his essence, almost more than she could swallow. After she felt his spasms slow, his thrusting stop, she gratefully cleaned all signs of his release from his shrinking cock. He gave one final gasp, sucking in a mouthful of air, then pulled her up and smothered her lips with kisses.

At least if he were going to kiss her with someones cum on her breath, it should be his own.