Birthday Pool Party Ch. 54

Hey guys, here's Chapter 54! I hope you enjoy it. Comments and feedback are always appreciated! I read every single one. Also, please let me know if you spot any mistakes. I upload revisions all the time, and I will correct any errors that are pointed out to me. Just make sure to be specific so that I can find what you're talking about. Please note that this story is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to any real person is purely coincidental. As always, this is a world without STI's, and everyone involved in sexual activity is at least eighteen years old.

-Witty

~Andrea~

"Mark?" I call out in a carrying whisper. "Are you asleep?"

My husband's lack of response is answer enough and I let out a breath as I stare up at the ceiling. I'm laying in a very comfortable bed in one of my little brother's guest bedrooms. I don't know what time it is, but this is my third time waking up. The thought of my baby brother in the next room with his two girlfriends is keeping me awake.

I can't believe Steven has two girlfriends. He's the loyal, devoted type. He's nothing like our older brother, Brian. Not only is Steven now dating someone his daughter's age, he's also dating the girl's older sister! And another high school student is having his baby! My niece or nephew. Fuck!

Trying to fall back asleep doesn't work; I keep thinking about that horrible dream. Steven sitting in a big flowing tent on a pile of pillows. Lexi feeding him grapes while he's surrounded by pregnant women. Hazel and Nicole are clearly eight or nine months pregnant, their exposed bellies and breasts swollen. Other girls dancing naked for him.

"Mark!" I shout, reaching out to shake his bare shoulder.

"Ungh!" Mark grunts before finally snapping awake. "Huh? What? Andrea? What's wrong?"

"I can't sleep," I sigh, looking over at him.

"Why not?" he frowns, groaning slightly.

"I keep thinking about my snot-nosed little brother having sex with a teenager!" I exclaim, crossing my arms.

"I asked if you wanted to talk about this before bed," Mark reminds me as he rubs his eyes.

"I wasn't ready to talk about it then," I tell him.

"Of course not," he sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose.

Choosing to ignore my husband's exasperation, I give him a minute to wake up. Mark reaches over and grabs his phone off the bedside table. Grumbling about it being 3:00AM, Mark yawns and sits up. I can't help but admire his muscular chest, illuminated by the light from his phone. His dark skin and bulging muscles always make me damp between the legs, even after all these years.

"Sorry for waking you," I say, finally starting to feel bad.

"It's fine," Mark replies, turning on the bedside light before setting his phone down. "I knew you needed to talk about it."

"How were you able to sleep while Steven's in the next room with a woman half his age?" I ask while sitting up.

"Because it's none of my business?" he offers.

"She's a child!" I hiss angrily.

"Lexi's eighteen," Mark points out. "It's legal."

"Yeah, and how many guys groom a girl until she turns eighteen?" I inquire. "Being legal doesn't make it right."

"I know! Steven is such a predator. My God, it's a wonder he didn't try to molest you when you two lived at home," he says accusingly.

"What! No! Steven would never... you ass," I growl at him.

"There ya go," Mark smiles.

"No. No!" I shake my head, confident my disapproval is justified. "You know Lexi is the girl who was kidnapped with Kayla? She's a rape victim! She's not in the right mental state to be in a relationship, especially not with a guy over twenty years older than her! And who knows what's going on with that Hazel girl!"

"And you're qualified to understand Lexi's mental state? A girl you barely know?" he challenges.

"I am a doctor!" I reason, sticking out my tongue.

"A doctor of chemistry," Mark points out. "That actually works against you; being a chemist is basically telling people you don't handle social interactions well."

"It does not!" I exclaim, swatting him on the arm. "Besides, you're a chemist, too!"

"I'm a chemical engineer, it's different," he chuckles. "Also, I'm not the one claiming to know what's best for someone else."

"We're getting off topic," I roll my eyes. "The point is that I'm right and you're wrong. They shouldn't be together. And why are they living here? Their parents kicked them out; they're children! With such horrible home lives, Steven is taking advantage of their vulnerability."

"Or he's giving them homes when no one else will," Mark suggests carefully. "And what about Nicole? She's young, but she's clearly a responsible adult."

"Exactly!" I declare. "Why is he dating two people? He's telling each of them that one isn't enough."

"Poly relationships are much more common these days," he shrugs. "I could never be in a relationship like that, but I can understand. I mean, you love both our children equally; why can't Steven love two women equally?"

"Because, because..." I stammer, determined to be upset. "Because I said so!"

"Steven's your brother, not one of our kids," Mark laughs. "You can't use that on him."

"He's my baby brother, yes, I can!" I argue, glaring at my husband. "You need to be on my side. I had a bad dream about Steven in a tent with a bunch of naked women. Lexi was feeding him grapes."

"You can feed me grapes if you want?" he grins at me and waggles his eyebrows.

"You're an idiot," I grunt.

"But, I'm your idiot," Mark smiles and picks his wedding ring up off the bedside table. "I'm your idiot forever."

"Lucky me," I snort as he puts his ring back on the table.

"Look, maybe the relationships aren't healthy, maybe they are," he sighs. "We don't know. We do know that Steven is a good man. If things don't work out, it's not like he's going to toss them out on the street. He's not abusing them and they seem happy. Maybe we should just stay out of it?"

"Stop making sense," I make a face at him. "And, I did! I pretended to be perfectly okay with things even though I'm not."

"Keep pretending," Mark advises.

"Bite me," I retort.

"Okay," he shrugs, leaning over and playfully nibbling on my neck.

"Stop it!" I giggle, giving him a lighthearted shove.

"Is that really what you want?" Mark whispers, kissing up my neck until he pecks my lips.

"Y-yes," I whisper, clearly lying.

"It has been awhile," he points out, looking into my eyes.

It's true. Our sex life is pretty nonexistent these days. Mark still makes me wet, but the timing is usually never right. Or I just don't want to be bothered. Is it our age? Maybe. Probably. We're forty-four, not twenty-four. I love my husband with all my heart, but neither of us seems to be up for initiating sex lately.

"Yeah..." I trail off. "Is now really the time? With what we just talked about?"

"Maybe now is the perfect time," he suggests, pecking my lips again. "A reminder of how passionate love can be."

"Passionate?" I giggle. "Last time you just got on top of me and pumped away while I made the grocery list in my head."

"I wondered why you kept crying out, 'Eggs! Eggs!' I was starting to worry about you," he comments with a grin.

"I'm surprised you were listening to me," I shoot back. "You were just grunting in my ear. No dirty talk, no effort. Just thrust until you were done."

"We were more passionate when we were younger," Mark grumbles, looking ashamed. "I guess we kind of forgot that."

"Maybe we did," I admit with a sigh as I reach up and cup his face. "I love you as much, if not more than I did all those years ago."

"I love you, too," he replies, kissing me. "Remember when you met my family?"

"You were so nervous you neglected to inform them I was, ah, of different ethnicity," I smirk while lightly swatting his face.

"My grandmother never did forgive me for marrying a white woman," Mark laughs as he brushes my light brown hair out of my face.

"I'm aware," I reply with a sigh. "She tried to set you up at your college graduation party. While I was right there."

"But, I only had eyes for you," he smiles, kissing me sweetly.

"I think I might want to try the passionate lovemaking thing," I tell him, initiating another kiss. "Ah, but maybe we should put some music on. My baby brother is in the next room."

"So? We did it in college with your roommate in the next bed," Mark reasons.

"She wasn't my brother! And she was asleep!" I hiss.

"It's 3:00AM, Steven's probably asleep," Mark reminds me. "And we both know your roommate was awake."

"Just shut up and put some music on before I change my mind," I suggest.

Mark is smart enough not to argue and just turns to grab his phone. He searches for some soft music that's perfect to make love to. I pull my shirt off and toss it on the floor. Turning to Mark, I'm surprised to find him gazing at my bare breasts with pure lust.

"Wow," he whispers.

"You've only seen them every day of your life for over twenty years," I giggle cutely.

"And they're still perfect," Mark says, reaching out to cup my right breast in his large hand.

"They aren't as perky as they used to be," I respond with a sigh.

"I love them," he tells me, switching to my other tit. He lifts it slightly, lightly massaging me. "Because they're yours."

"I already agreed to sex, no need to butter me up," my smirk turning into a small gasp as Mark rolls my nipple between his fingers. "Mm, that feels nice."

"Feels great for me, too," Mark smirks, both of his hands on my boobs now.

I turn my body slightly, allowing Mark to continue playing with my tits. He eventually leans in and slurps a nipple into his mouth. I caress the back of his head as I start moaning softly. It feels so nice, and my body is crackling with electricity as I feel myself coming alive in a way I haven't in ages.

Grabbing the edge of the blanket, I toss them off our bodies and down the bed. My only clothing is a pair of light purple panties, while my husband is only covered by his red boxer briefs. Mark holds my breasts together and kisses along my cleavage as I reach out and start rubbing his bulge.

"Here, sit up," I say after letting Mark enjoy my tits for a couple more minutes.

"Hm?" he mumbles around the nipple he's sucking. "What?"

"Sit up," I repeat.

"Okay," he nods, lifting his head out of my cleavage.

Slipping my fingers into the top of his boxers, I lift the fabric and pull it down to expose his erection. I let out an involuntary moan while I admire the thick, throbbing shaft. I grasp Mark's manhood in my small hand and start to slowly give him a handjob.

"It's so big," I whisper, my eyes wide. I'm as in awe of his dick as he is of my breasts. Even after all these years.

"It's all yours, babe," Mark replies.

"Mm, lucky me," I purr, scooting my butt back so I can lower my head into Mark's lap and take him into my mouth.

"Holy shit!" he gasps, his hand instinctively reaching down to grab the top of my head.

His surprise is understandable; this is my first time having this cock in my mouth since Mark's birthday BJ at the end of April. Two months ago. Our handful of sex sessions since then involve Mark putting it in the hole immediately so we can get each other off as fast as possible. No real passion, just orgasm and move on.

Right now? Right now I want to go back in time and slap some sense into my past self. This is great! I can't believe I'm just now rediscovering the joy of having a hard dick in my mouth. I actually freeze with my lips pressed against his base so I can enjoy feeling him throb in my throat. The salty taste of his skin, the mental high of knowing it's my husband's cock I'm sucking on. Fuck, it's amazing!

My mouth is watering, my saliva providing great lubrication as I start bobbing my head. Mark is clearly in heaven, moaning and groaning as he squirms sexily while enjoying my warm, wet mouth. His left hand is resting on my head while his left runs down my body to squeeze my pantie-clad ass.

"Mm! Glug! Glug! Mm!" I gurgle as I suck passionately.

"Holy fuck, that's amazing!" he groans, bucking his hips so his balls hit my cheek.

"Hurk! Gak! Gak!" I cough, the sudden intrusion of a cock head in my throat making me gag.

Lust is driving me on and I refuse to stop. Fighting through my gag reflex, I swallow my saliva and keep sucking. My movements cause my throat muscles to massage his shaft and his legs kick out as he moans. My hand cups his balls, massaging the sack as I bob my head, my cheeks caving in from how hard I'm sucking.

"Andrea!" Mark hisses, his breathing rapid. "I'll cum if you don't stop!"

"Mm, mm, cum, mm!" I urge, struggling to speak around the thick shaft in my mouth. "Cum, hurk! Cum, mm, in my mouth! Mm, gak! Glug!"

Mark is squirming beneath me, his breathing rapid as he gasps and moans. His fingers are tangled in my brown hair while he applies pressure, encouraging me to bob my head faster. His other hand slides into my panties so he can cup my bare bum. My fingernails scratch his balls, my tongue dancing along his shaft as I blow him.

"Fuck! Oh God, ah! Fuck, Andrea!" Mark gasps incoherently as semen explodes from his tip.

This is usually when I pull off of him, when he starts to cum. My usual blowjob strategy is to suck until he cums and then take my mouth off him as fast as I can. Then I finish with a handjob. I just usually don't enjoy getting cum in my mouth. It's not the taste so much as the shooting fluid making me gag.

Even all these years later, I'm a little nervous from throwing up after my very first blowjob. Past boyfriends, I usually make them warn me so I can finish them off with my hand. Or my tits. Mark is the exception since he's the love of my life. I know he loves shooting in my mouth, but it's just not my thing.

Until now. Warm, thick, sticky cum floods my mouth. I don't swallow; instead I swirl the delicious fluid around my mouth, loving the taste and texture. The intense smell is filling my nostrils, and before I realize what's happening, I'm squealing around Mark's dick as my hips roll.

"Mm, ah, mm!" I gasp, my mouth opening as cum runs down his dick.

I'm cumming. Mark cumming in my mouth is giving me a small orgasm. This is definitely a first for me. My eyes are watering as my nostrils flare. I swallow hard, drinking down a huge gulp of semen. The last drops are dribbling out as I swallow a second time, eating most of the remaining load.

"Wow," Mark moans, his chest rising and falling. "Just, wow."

I continue to shock him as I keep him in my mouth, sucking on him contentedly. When I finally pull off of him, I hold his shaft while taking a long lick up the side to gather up all the semen I can. Giving one final swallow, I affectionately kiss his tip before sitting up and brushing my hair back behind my ears.

"I'm still horny," I announce, looking at Mark with fire in my green eyes.

"What has gotten into you?" he asks with a smirk.

"You're gonna get into me," I growl passionately.

"I need a few minutes, I'm not a young man anymore," Mark laughs. "I'd love to return the favor?"

"I, ah, I haven't done any landscaping in awhile," I admit with a blush.

"I don't care," he replies. "I wanna taste your pussy."

Nodding rapidly, I lay down and lift my butt so I can remove my underwear and toss them on the floor. Mark takes a moment to remove his boxers and I am shocked by just how horny I am. I can't wait; I'm rubbing my clit as I anticipate getting eaten out.

Kneeling between my spread legs, Mark leans in and kisses my vulva. He grips my legs behind the knee, spreading me open so he can push his tongue into my body. I gasp and grab the top of his head with both hands, pulling his face into my crotch.

"Oh, God! Holy shit, oh, fuck!" I gasp, wriggling my body as Mark's tongue works on me.

Mark is amazing at eating pussy and I'm a fucking moron for not having him put his face between my legs more often. His tongue curls around my clit, stimulating the little nub. Then he swipes his tongue through my wet labia, happily lapping up my love juices.

I'm going crazy. I keep moaning his name, begging him to never stop eating me. My nails are digging into the back of his head as my back arches. He alternates between licking me and sucking my clit. I lose track of his actions as my toes curl and I explode, electric shocks bringing my entire body to life while frying my brain. Doesn't make sense, but that's what's happening.

"I need to be inside you," Mark groans as he climbs up my body.

"Fuck me," I gasp out, unsure of what time it is or what planet I'm on.

"Andrea," he whispers, pecking my lips as he settles into position.

"Wait," I manage to croak, my voice barely audible over the music.

"What? What's wrong?" he asks, looking down at me in concern.

"No more missionary," I shake my head. "I want it from behind. Do me like you used to."

"Yes, ma'am," Mark grins.

Sitting up, Mark grabs my hips and flips me onto my stomach. I giggle when he squeezes my butt cheeks before pulling me up. I manage to find the strength to hold myself up with my elbows as Mark rubs his tip along my labia. A shudder runs through me as I push my ass back, desperately trying to get him inside me.

Holding my hips tightly, Mark finds my wet opening and slams himself inside. We both gasp as my pussy greedily swallows his entire length, gripping him tightly as if my cunt never wants to let him go. In fact, that sounds about right to me.

"Fuck me!" I beg wantonly. "Fuck me hard!"

My husband is a big, strong man. He can fuck. He can fuck hard. And doggystyle takes full advantage of his strength. Why don't we do this more often? Because I'm an idiot. This is heavenly. This is indescribable. This is one of the best parts of life; being able to be fucked nice and hard by the man of my dreams.

"You feel so good," he gasps as he drills me from behind.

His strong arms are holding my narrow waist so he can roughly pound me. Mark's balls are slapping against my clit as he tosses my much smaller body back and forth with little effort. My tits are flopping around on my chest and I can feel my nipples scraping against the sheets.

"Keep going! Oh God, please don't stop!" I gasp, passion consuming me as I use words for the first time in years. "Fuck me with your big, black cock!"

My words spur Mark's actions as he roughly slaps my ass. I explode the instant his hand makes contact with my butt cheek. Crying out his name, my toes curl as my back arches, my pussy muscles contracting. He spanks me again before grabbing my hair and yanking my head back. For the first time in years I have a multi-orgasmic experience.

"Your pussy is going crazy on my cock," he comments while continuing to rail me.

"Oh God, you're gonna make me cum again!" I screech, my fingers gripping the sheets as a strand of brown hair hangs over my face. "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!"

Leaning over me, Mark reaches beneath me so he can squeeze my hanging boobs in both hands. Using my breasts as handholds, Mark keeps rutting into me. I push my bum back against him, urging him to keep going with my body and my words.

"Fuck, Andrea!" Mark gasps, roughly groping me as he suddenly starts squirting.

"Cum inside me!" I whine as the feel of semen splashing my vaginal walls brings me off again. "Give it to me! I want it all!"

Mark collapses on top of me, his larger body causing my arms to give out. We land on the bed in a pile of naked flesh, his softening member still inside me. We're both breathing heavily, sweat clinging to our bodies. I hum contentedly when Mark kisses my cheek.

"Okay, now I can't breathe," I giggle a minute later.

"Shit, sorry," Mark says, rolling off me.

"All good," I laugh as I reach for the tissues on the bedside table to clean up my pussy.

"We need to do that more often," he comments, watching me happily.