Faux

"Eat me you bitch," she moaned as she listened to the wet lapping sounds rising from her soaking pussy. She was suddenly engulfed in a wave, as her climax rolled over her, pulsing through the very depths of her. Leaning back in the chair, she wrapped her legs over her husband's shoulders, letting her feet run over the fabric of his blouse as the long, beautiful blonde hair tickle her thighs.

She made him continue until she came one more time, when she grabbed him and pushed him to the side. After catching her breath, she sat up again and firmly clasped his chin.

"I think things have suddenly changed for us."

Nodding, he went to speak but she put her finger to his lips, shaking her head.

"Look, this is how it should be. You continue singing here, but only if you tell me your schedule. When I want to be fucked by a woman, I'll join you in the dressing room, and you can fuck me like a woman. When you are home, and I want to be fucked by a man, you can fuck me like a man."

Smiling, her husband whispered, "Yes."

"And if either of us wants or needs something different, or anything more, we talk about it between ourselves, we work it out together." Looking intently into his eyes she whispered, "I think we surprised each other tonight, but," she grabbed his cock firmly and squeezed hard, "I think you'd still be surprised what I'll do with you."

He nodded his head, leaned forward and shared a kiss with his wife like he had never shared a kiss before. After their lips fell apart, she reached up and pulled off his blonde wig and kissed him again.