That evening, I was sitting on the couch with Peter once again.
As we sat together on the couch, I could feel my heart racing. I was about to do something that would completely change our dynamic and solidify my role as Marion.
Without any warning, I leaned over and placed a light kiss on Peter's lips. It was a quick peck, but it sent shivers down my spine. Peter looked at me with surprise but quickly reciprocated with a deeper kiss.
I pulled away slightly, trying to catch my breath. My mind was racing as I debated whether or not to go through with my plan.
But before I could second-guess myself any further, I reached for Peter's hand and placed it on my thigh. He looked at me questioningly but didn't pull away.
Taking a deep breath, I slowly moved his hand up my leg until it reached the hem of my dress. Then, without hesitation, I pushed his hand under the fabric and guided him towards the warmth between my legs.
Peter's eyes were glued to me as his hands wandered over my body. It was exhilarating being desired like this by someone who thought I was someone else entirely.
I let out a soft moan as his fingers found their way inside me. It was an incredible sensation that I had never experienced before.
Feeling bolder by the second, I leaned in and whispered seductively into his ear, "I want to try something new."
Before Peter could respond, I lowered myself onto the floor between his legs and looked up at him expectantly.
He hesitated for a moment before nodding eagerly. With shaky hands, I slowly unzipped his pants and pulled them down along with his boxers.
My heart raced as reality hit me - this was really happening. I couldn't believe that just earlier today, I had been a young boy who was still learning about sex ed in school.
But now here I was about to surprise my husband with a blowjob. It was both exhilarating and terrifying.
I closed my eyes and imagined myself as Marion - a woman completely infatuated with her partner. I could feel the heat rising on my cheeks as I took him in my hand, my fingers curling around his length. Gathering my courage, I leaned in and gently brushed my lips against the head of his penis. He moaned softly, and it emboldened me to continue. I opened my mouth wider, taking more of him inside me.
I moved my lips up and down, trying to imitate the pornographic movies I had watched on a dare once with my friends. It felt strange — both intimate and foreign at the same time.
As I continued, I became more confident in my actions, eager to please him and prove myself as Marion. His moans grew louder and more insistent, spurring me on. In my mind, I was no longer Jacob, a teenage boy engaging in this erotic act with his friend's father. No, in this moment, I was Marion, a woman in love with her husband and desperate to satisfy him.
Soon enough, he was on the brink of orgasm. His hands tangled in my hair as he thrust himself deeper into my mouth one last time before groaning out his release.
I felt his warmth fill my mouth, an overwhelming rush of sensations flooding through me. I swallowed instinctively, surprised by the salty taste of his seed, caught between shock and a primal satisfaction that coursed through Marion’s body. I had to remind myself to breathe as I pulled away, gazing up at Peter with wide eyes.
His expression was one of bliss, a lazy smile stretching across his face as he looked down at me.
“Marion,” he breathed, running a hand through my hair, “you never cease to amaze me.”
My heart raced at the praise. I couldn’t help but feel a sense of accomplishment, an unexpected pride swelling within me as I played the role of Marion so seamlessly. This was what being an adult felt like—complex and thrilling but also terrifyingly intimate.
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