Never Again

I walked into the bedroom carrying my wife's tea. She was sitting in a chair, legs crossed, wearing a robe over her pantyhose, clearly getting ready for work. I saw her eyes critically inspecting my maid's uniform; she obviously found it acceptable as she didn't correct me. I set her tea down without a word, started for the door.

"We're not talking about it?" she asked as I was about to leave the room.

"T...talk about it, Ma'am?" I asked, turning back towards her.

She uncrossed and recrossed her legs, shrugged. "You gave my bull a blowjob," she said, "unprompted, I might add, I just thought it might be something we discussed."

"I...I didn't mean to," I said, face red, looking down.

"You didn't mean to?" she asked. "You were just bringing us wine and, oops, somehow his cock ended up in your mouth?"

I tried not to think about it; setting down the wine, seeing my wife on the bed, giving him a sensuous blowjob, his thick, hard cock in her feminine hands, her mouth kissing his cock, licking it, sucking it. As I set the wine down, I'd turned to leave but froze, unable to take my eyes off her lips, off her cock. Uninvited but not scolded, I'd sat on the edge of the bed, took his cock in my hand opposite hers, stroked him with her. I leaned down, intending to kiss her, but only doing so as she lowered her mouth, so ended up kissing the tip of his cock as I kissed her.

Lips locked together, his cock between them, we licked down his shaft, up again, down, up, until she slowly licked her way down to his balls, leaving me alone sucking his cock. 

When he exploded, his cum went everywhere. I made little attempt to swallow knowing that was hopeless, but with her, together with her, licked everything, cleaned everything, licked him until he was hard again, ready this time to take her.

"I...I didn't mean to," I repeated with little conviction.

"Yet you did," she said, "yet you did. Licked him, sucked him, cleaned him. All without asking, all without encouragement, all of your own desires. All those protests, I'm not gay and I don't like men. Feckless, foolish denials because the first opportunity you have, you eagerly suck cock and swallow cum."

"M...Ma'am," I said.

"I never want to hear you say it again."

"S...say what?"

"I don't like men," she said, "I'm straight...I'm not gay. Never again, never again."