Tan woke up before me, the bed empty when I finally opened my eyes. My feelings of devastation and self-loathing returning in a flood as consciousness returned. If I could, I'd happily stay in bed all day, wallowing in my disgust. It wasn't fair to Tan though. He wasn't responsible for my being a slut. That was my flaw. My guilt forced me to get up and face him, and perhaps find some way to atone for my adultery. I put a t-shirt on to go with my panties and went to look for him.
Tan was seated at the kitchen table, reading the Sunday paper. "Good morning, merry sunshine," he said, "sleeping in, were we?"
I bent over and kissed him, tousling his hair, still mussy from sleeping on it. "I think I ate some food which was a little off at Tiffany's. I didn't feel well when I went to bed so I took something to help me sleep."
"Did you have a good time?"
"Yes. It was good to see them again. You were the prime topic of conversation. They wanted to know everything about you. How good you were in bed, how big your equipment is, if you were making me happy. General girl talk," I said. "Plus Tammie showed us more about her technique. You might appreciate the results."
"She's the one you said could deep throat a cock, right?"
"She would be the one."
"Did she show you how to do it?"
"We kind of had to figure it out ourselves by watching her. She didn't know how she did it."
"You think you could deep throat me now?"
"I'm not sure," I replied. "You're bigger than what I practiced on, but I should be closer than I was before."
"Do you need food first, or can we try it out right now?" Eager boy.
I laughed. "We can try it out right now. Don't hold me to getting all of you down this time. I may still need to practice on you."
Tan jumped up and picked me up, throwing me across his shoulders and carrying me into the bedroom. He threw me onto the bed and was almost undressed before I landed. I giggled. He was like a little boy on Christmas.
"I'm on top," I said. "I need to work up to this gradually and not have you choke me out the first time I try."
He flopped onto his back, his cock already rising. "I'm ready."
"I see that. Give me a minute." I pulled off my t-shirt and rolled back on the bed to pull off my panties. I mounted him in a sixty-nine. "I need to concentrate to do this, so you don't have to reciprocate to start. Just lie back and enjoy," I told him.
"No problem."
I held up his cock and started sucking the head. When I had it wet and sloppy, I tried bobbing down on him. I got to my previous depths, swallowed and went a little farther, swallowed again and took him deeper yet. I should have taken a deeper breath before starting, I was feeling air deprived. I pulled back up, slathering his shaft with saliva, hoping the wet stuff would help ease him down my throat. Grabbing more air, I descended down his dick again, going a little faster.
I got further this time, only about an inch remaining, before I had to come up. I swirled my tongue around him, teasing. Cupping his sack, I slithered back down his pole. When I reached my previous depth, I felt his balls jump in my hand and his cock swell. Recognizing the signs of his impending release, I lifted up so I could taste him, swallowing eagerly when his salty offering filled my mouth.
"Jesus," Tan gasped. "I don't think anyone's ever gone as deep on me before. That was incredible."
I finished cleaning him off and squeezing the last few drops from his cock, licking them off his head.
"This next time, you should last longer," I said, plunging down his prick once more.
His shrinking shaft sprang to life once more, filling my mouth. This time, Tan responded in kind, licking and kissing my pussy while I played his flute. He quickly brought me to orgasm, my pussy fluttering over his tongue. I worked my way down to my previous depth, but the last inch or so eluded me, he was so thick. I always seemed to be running out of air before the last little bit would go down my throat. I'd taken all of my blackmailer's cock last night, though he was smaller. The man fucking my cunt had pushed me onto my blackmailer's prick, but it seemed there was more. I'd fought hard at first, not wanting to give in to my own lust. Eventually, I'd surrendered, no longer trying to resist. Not resisting my orgasms, not resisting their rape, an open vessel to their lust.
I grabbed Tan's legs in each hand. Bobbing up and down on his thick dick, I let myself resist my own pleasure, to fight against it, refusing at first to give in to it. I felt it building, growing, mounting, burgeoning, but I wouldn't allow myself to crest. I strived to resist, to hold on, blocking the mounting pressure. It reached the point where resistance was futile, and the explosion would not be denied. I surrendered fully, opened myself fully, and as I orgasmed out of control, gripped him hard, and drove my mouth over his cock until I hit rock bottom and could feel his balls on my lips. Done. I'd taken all of him. His cock jerked and twitched and his seed filled my throat, so deep I couldn't taste him. He emptied himself, throbbing, pulsing, and only my lung capacity kept me from choking from lack of air.
"Fuck!" He groaned.
Fuck indeed. I raised my head from his lap, slurping and lapping up every drop of his cum. "I did it," I said, finally releasing his prick from my mouth. "I took all of you."
He frantically kissed and licked my cunt; my slutty little cunt, bringing me to another climax shortly after the other, maybe even a continuation. I relaxed on top of him, letting myself go, letting my pleasure fill me up, sate me. I dripped cum onto his lips, his tongue. He waited until I stopped shuddering before abandoning my pussy.
"Did I do well, husband?" I asked, languidly.
I could hear him panting behind me, his breath flowing on my folds, warm and soft.
"It was beyond what I imagined," he said.
"I'm glad." Perhaps I'd atoned slightly for my sins. I turned around so I could lie in his arms and kissed him, letting him taste himself on my lips.
We made love once more before we went to bed that night, though I rode him again, still tender enough I needed to maintain control. I hoped we'd made up for our spat of Friday night and Saturday morning. Tomorrow was another day, and I'd be modeling for Suki.