Clad in her thin robe, provocatively open over her nakedness, Claire crept downstairs. Her husband Sid deserved such decadence for letting her sleep late.

They were in the habit of surprising each other at the most unexpected of times. How often had he slunk behind her as she stooped over the kitchen table and given her the wonderful benefit of his hardness? And she had taken as much pleasure in catching him as he stepped from the shower and her nakedness brought him swiftly to hot readiness.

They even had a no talking rule during each surprise event, although they could announce their intent at the outset and perhaps one demand. This morning her mood was just right for one of these lovely playoffs. God, she was moist enough already. What would she be like after she’d pleasured him?

First a look into the kitchen? He wasn’t there. Sitting room? No Sid.

The cellar door was open, with a slight noise down there. The pitch blackness surprised her, and she found the switch wasn’t working. So, that’s why he was down there. All the better in pitch darkness. By groping at familiar objects, she managed to move silently towards faint flashlight near the heating panel.

He was in a convenient crouched position, his back to her, and Claire was able to knock the flashlight from his grip, and whisper, “Here comes a hungry little surprise.”

Crouching, she pulled his head back between her bare breasts and felt around the front to lower his zip. Fingers quickly made their way inside, she knew his flaccidity wouldn’t last long as she fondled his hefty balls. And as her own juices trickled down her thigh, she gently commanded, “Turn and stand, slowly.”

His magnificent steel hard baton, as expected, was rapidly up and ready. As he turned, and rose, it slapped and bounded across her face. She gladly trapped it with her lips, her fingers never letting go of his balls. Her tongue licked along his full mighty length, before licking the lovely smooth head as though it was a popsicle. He moaned slightly, and that, as always, delighted her. This was the kind of giving she enjoyed being involved in.

Enveloping the length of him between her lips, it was good to feel it probing her inner cheeks, one side and then the other, while her tongue tried frantically to lavish around it. She sucked with purpose, the burnished head almost had her gagging as it struck at the back of her throat, and her own lower body began to ache. That was where she really wanted his throbbing instrument to be.

But, as his hands held each side of her head, his thrusts quickened. She knew it was too late. He was unstoppably fucking her face. To try to get him to her quim now would be futile and his energy could be spurting all over. He was so ready to cum. All she could do was suck furiously at his splendid tool, knowing that within the next hour he would have recovered enough to repay her in kind, with added bonus to boost.

And exactly as she expected, her throat was suddenly engorged with his cum. Gulp after gulp, she swallowed, but it didn’t seem to be enough. He moaned impressively as he pulsed and pulsed into her throat and mouth. How could he have so much after their activity on the previous evening?

Then just as suddenly, it was over, and what had been a steely baton, swiftly became a dying snail that slithered out of her mouth. She licked her lips and whispered, “I’m ready for hot yields up in our bedroom later.”

That was the moment the male voice yelled from upstairs. Upstairs? And Sid’s voice?

“Javier! Haven’t you read that meter yet?”