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A married couple’s ordinary day in the Turks and Caicos Islands, from breakfast at home to a family wedding.
Alisha’s husband Andre can’t keep his mouth off her, and three times in one day still isn’t enough for either of them.
An erotic story of married sex, oral obsession and getting caught somewhere you shouldn’t.
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I woke up early in the morning, the bright sun shining through the window of our bedroom, and turned onto my side to see the face of the man I loved. Andre was still peacefully asleep, and I didn’t want to wake him and interrupt this soft, quiet moment between us. He was resting after a night of work, and I wanted to stay there and enjoy it. Unfortunately I couldn’t, because there was still too much work in the day ahead of me, so I got out of bed and went to take a shower. The nights were hot at that time of year, and I could still feel the sweat clinging to my skin.
After the shower, I got dressed and walked into the kitchen to make our usual breakfast of boiled fish and grits. Some tourists find it exotic, but after eating it my whole life I couldn’t see it that way. It was a taste familiar to me from childhood, and I enjoyed it a lot. I smiled as I looked at the table and heard Andre’s steps coming into the kitchen. I smiled wider as he finally walked in and looked at me, bright-eyed. He worked as a musician, performing at local events and in small bars. He had the soul of an artist, and I appreciated that about him. When we first met and he talked about me, about my beauty, in a way I had never heard before, I couldn’t help but fall for him.
There was a particular fire in his eyes when he looked at me, and part of me already knew what it meant and what he wanted. I didn’t expect him to feel that hunger so early in the morning, but it wasn’t as if I was going to resist it or stop him from getting what he wanted, not when I wanted it too.
I sat on the chair and watched as he got on his knees in front of me with the particular smile he always had when I let him get close and between my legs, under my dress. Andre had a bit of a fixation on my pussy, one that had him constantly looking for a way to get there, between my thighs, and eat me out. At first I was slightly taken aback by it, because I’d never met a man who loved it this much, but soon I was very grateful for what he was doing to make me feel good. And because I was getting a great share of pleasure out of it, I could only be happy about the enjoyment he got from being in that position, from being able to give me the attention he thought I deserved.
I leaned back in the chair and barely held back a moan as I felt his mouth on my pussy, his tongue teasing me slowly, pulling moans out of me. He knew how to make me feel good better than anyone else, and I was grateful each time I felt his mouth, his tongue on my clit, teasing me. He was the only one who could make me feel this way. I put a hand in his thick, curly hair and pulled, showing him I needed more, and he was more than happy to give it to me.
I moaned as he kept teasing, eating me out the way one might expect him to devour breakfast — except his favourite dish, the thing he wanted to taste most, was my pussy, and I let him have it for as long as he needed and as long as he wanted. I let out a deep moan, my walls convulsing around the emptiness inside me, my orgasm sending heat rushing through my body. But Andre wasn’t done. He hadn’t had enough of me, and I wasn’t sure that moment would ever come.
He spent another ten minutes teasing me, pulling a second orgasm out of me, one that left me gasping and greedy for air. I sat on the chair still trying to even out my breathing while he sat down for breakfast as if what had happened a moment ago between us wasn’t anything new — and, of course, it wasn’t. I was still collecting myself while Andre looked entirely unaffected. There was just a smile playing on his lips, telling me he knew exactly what he’d done a moment ago and that he’d do it again if given the chance. I shook my head, not sure why I let this man play with my body like this, before I joined him for breakfast.
We were supposed to go to a relative’s wedding later that day, and we spent the rest of the day getting ready. Weddings were always a big thing in our culture, and I couldn’t see that changing any time soon. We went all out with our outfits, and I put on accessories made of polished conch to celebrate where we came from. I felt content and happy with myself as I looked in the mirror and saw a beautiful woman looking back at me. Andre complimented my look, and I saw the same hungry expression on his face again. I reminded him that we only had half an hour before we had to leave, but it was as if he hadn’t heard me at all. Maybe he hadn’t, because not that long after I was bent over and gripping the footboard of our bed, my skirt pulled up, Andre eating me from behind with the same greed he’d shown me before.
I moaned into the air, feeling his want in the way he was gripping my thighs and pressing closer to my pussy, licking and teasing just as he had that morning. My body heated up with need. I didn’t even know I could still want him this badly, that even after coming only a few hours earlier I could still want him this badly. I whimpered and gripped the board harder as he gave me the pressure I’d been after all along. This position, the way he was eating me with such greed, all of it was driving me insane in the best way and all I wanted was more, until I couldn’t hold back any longer and all that was left was a rush of pleasure going through me, taking me apart completely, leaving me breathless and weak for anything else he might want to do to me. I looked back at Andre to see him with a happy smile on his face and wetness around his lips. He’d clearly had the time of his life, and I was happy to see it. I loved him, and I was overjoyed that I could give him this pleasure, even if I wasn’t the direct cause of it.
I had to fix my make-up a little before we left the house, because my mascara had smudged during our interruption. It was time to go to the wedding, and we couldn’t be late.
The venue was beautiful and, as always for events like these, the couple had gone all out on the decoration, along with the guests, who didn’t shy away from bright colours and an excessive amount of accessories. It was a given that everyone had to shine at a wedding, and I’d followed suit.
As we danced with the other guests in the middle of the room, I could tell that Andre had other things on his mind. I caught the way he looked at me, touched me, pressed me closer, and I knew exactly what he wanted and how much he wanted it. I laughed when I realised, because you wouldn’t believe a man could possibly be this hungry, but he was proving me wrong again. He pulled me closer, kissing my neck and whispering that we should find somewhere quieter. At first I tried to stop him, because having sex at a wedding where we should have been playing by the rules and not ruining the moment for the newlyweds sounded like a recipe for disaster, but I couldn’t stop Andre. Not when he wanted something this badly and was willing to do anything to convince me that his way of looking at things was correct and also the only right one. I sighed, looked at him, and finally agreed.
The venue was spacious enough for the two of us to find an empty room. It was meant to be a study, I thought, but soon enough I couldn’t think about anything, because Andre was pressing me against the leather sofa and I could feel his greedy hands all over my body, grabbing and caressing and touching me under the fabric, telling me that he wanted a lot more than he’d had before. I let him lift my dress again, and he got to his knees to have his third meal of the day. I spread my legs wide and just let it happen, feeling his tongue graze over my clit once again, as if that hadn’t happened over and over already, distracting me from everything else. I leaned back and let him have this pleasure, one he seemed to want more than anything.
The sensations were familiar, heated. They made my whole body tighten, leaving no thoughts behind, none at all. There was only the want for release, one I knew I was going to get with Andre. I wasn’t wrong, of course, because soon enough a flush of heat overtook me, leaving me in a heap, giving me no chance to recover. I smiled widely, pulling Andre closer to me. It was time for him to finally get rewarded for everything he’d done for me.
I sat him on the sofa and straddled him, unzipping his trousers and pulling out his hard cock. It was obvious how long he’d been waiting to have his own want dealt with, and I was more than willing and ready to help. I didn’t make him wait any longer — I took his cock into my soaked pussy and heard him groan as I started to move on top of him. He’d waited all day, he’d guided me through orgasm after orgasm before ever getting a chance to get anything out of it himself, and I wasn’t going to make him delay any longer. I rode him hard and fast, but still gave him a chance to enjoy it. His hands rested on my breasts, and I could see in his eyes how much he loved it, how much he enjoyed having me on top of him with his cock so deep in my pussy.
He pulled me tight against his body, pressing us as close as possible, and I felt him shudder and groan against me. He loved it, and I could feel his release as I felt mine, strong and so worth everything we’d gone through for it.
We looked at each other and smiled, kissing happily. It was a wonderful day not only for us but also for the couple getting married, and I was happy we could share the enjoyment of it.
