Project Bliss Part 2.1

Previously... Dan has overcome himself and starts in on a good manly side-by-side jerk-off session with Mac. But what has Mia been up to?

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Mia hasn’t seen her husband in a couple of days but when she lazily rolls over on a mid Sunday morning, blinking sleepily in the grey light streaming in through the window, he is just slipping into the bedroom, a towel slung over his shoulders.

He must have just come from a run from the looks of it, and as she watches him amble over to his dresser in search of some comfy clothes, his delicious clean scent starts tickling her nose.

Dean is quiet, tip-toeing around. He probably has not noticed her eyes glittering just above the blanket she’s curled herself up in, so she has time to peruse the tight bounce of his ass and the swing of his pretty cock when he half-turns towards her.

She wriggles in her blanket pile, and his gaze falls on her, finally realizing she is awake. He flushes a delicate pink, his arms lowering reflexively to hold the pants he’s found in front of his cock before he seems to realize how futile the endeavor is and smiles at her with all that boyish charm that she so loves.

She manages to squeeze one hand out of her warm blanket cocoon and curls one of her fingers at him. Beckoning him.

Dean hums and comes closer, pants deposited at the end of the bed as he crawls towards Mia, who struggles to get her arms free.

There is a bit of awkward fumbling until she has her boy exactly where she wants him, but at last Dean is lying on his side in front of her, Mia spooned up behind him, one of her arms around his belly.

She pats it idly, reminded for a moment of how different he and Dan were. She almost misses the hairy bulk of his gut, but Dean is cute and she loves him and can’t get enough of his smooth, tight skin over warm, equally tight muscles.

Thinking of Dan…

“I missed you. How was your hike yesterday?”

Dean hums. He has his arms nice and out of the way, just letting his wife slowly feel him up as he pushes farther back, trying to syphon her warmth.

“It was nice. Pretty rainy in the afternoon but I was so hot by then it was a nice cool-down.”

Mia hums, her fingers having found the little bit of hair he has growing beneath his belly button. She gently tugs on it, then smoothes it back down with her thumb, pinky resting at the root of his cock which she can feel slowly lifting for her.

She wonders if it’s worth getting out of her cocoon to put Dean in his cage, but he speaks up before she can make up her mind, and it’s too lazy a Sunday to seriously play, anyway.

“How was your date with Dan?”

He sounds a bit out of breath and eager. She hasn’t played with him in over a week, and the last time he was allowed to come is closer to a fortnight even, and though she has had him starved for it a lot longer than that, he is behaving a lot needier than she would have thought.

The thought of Dan fucking her usually gets him excited, but still...

“Have you been playing without me?” she murmurs in his ear. She’s a lot more awake now, her little hand pressing firmly beneath his belly button; close to his cock but not touching. He squirms in front of her but does not even try to deny it.

“Yes… Before school, a few times.”

“Is that so?” She curls her hand around his cock and squeezes it. It is already blood hot and firm enough to pump. He whines and fucks into her hand once, twice, then settles down again, panting like a dog.

“Tell me… please.”

“I don’t know… you’ve been a naughty boy.”

He makes a sound like he’s dying, his cock flexing in her grip. She lets go of him and reaches lower, cupping his balls. They feel warm and alive in the palm of her hand, and move when she bites at his shoulder and the freckles there that stand out beneath his flush.

“Oh well… I suppose I can make an exception because it is Sunday.”

He takes in a deep, rattling breath, his ears dark with his flush, but is nice and quiet so he can hear every word she purrs right against his shoulder.