"You're going to be begging for it."

She laughed, and responded with a smilie, and a "love you, see you soon!". She loved him dearly, but she'd come to realize that his email persona and the real person were light years apart. At first she'd been put off by it, and had tried to get him to be more aggressive in person, wondering whether there was something about her that kept him so tightly wrapped. But after a few years, being an eternal optimist, and an always-look-on-the-bright-side-of-life type, she'd learned to appreciate them both: her regular, cocky, take-charge, dominant, trash-talking email lover and her occasional in-person gentle, somewhat submissive and easily confused soulmate, these two very different men who somehow managed to inhabit the same brain, and the same body, which meant tonight they would both be getting the same blowjob.

She stripped in front of the mirror, admiring her long lean dark self. "Long lean dark obscene naughty sexy plaything" he liked to call her on email. She loved the things he wrote about her. She loved the way he looked at her. She loved the way his cock felt in her mouth. She loved the shape, the color, the way it moved; it was a living work of art with a mind of its own. She wanted to come in the shower, but she held back, playing only a little with her nipples, stretching them, mauling them, almost hurting them, even bending her head down to lick them, one hand lifting the breast, the other teasing between her legs.

After the shower she dried off, dressing carefully in very little, the way he liked, the way he told her to dress on email, a long thin flowered skirt, a pale blue cardigan, and sandals. Nothing else. She checked herself in the mirror several times, and then headed downstairs to kiss her husband goodbye.

"Where are you going again?" her husband asked, staring at her.

"Church, regional meeting, we're hosting."

"Ah" he answered, "have fun. Don't cause too many heart attacks"

She giggled, and kissed him on the forehead, crying out in mock alarm as he playfully slapped her ass.

Life was good. Traffic was light. She was horny. She was the first to arrive at the church, which was a good thing, since she was running the meeting and had the keys, and which also wasn't too surprising, given that the meeting didn't start for an hour. Her lover/soulmate was at the door a minute later. She let him in, making sure the door was locked behind them, leading him to the sanctuary, locking that door too, leading him to the front, to the alter, to the very spot where she had taken her wedding vows.

And there she kissed him.

He kissed back, squeezing, stroking, mouth to mouth then mouth to neck, unbuttoning, mouth to breast, sucking, licking, oh god. Suddenly he was down on his knees before her, like a slave, his head up under her skirt, mouth to clit, sucking, licking, oh god oh god oh god. This was not what she had planned at all. She had wanted that magnificent cock in her mouth, to kneel in front of him, to relish in the sheer naughtiness of blowing him on this spot but this, this was just, oh god, just too good. She couldn't stop him, couldn't stop herself from squeezing her own breasts hard, yanking the nipples, weak at the knees, his tongue, his excellent tongue moving harder and faster, flicking like lightning across her clit, and she came. She came yelling and clawing, pressing his head into her in spite of herself, sinking to her knees as he rose from under her skirt and smiled down at her. She wrapped her arms around his legs for support and smiled back up. He looked so fucking erotic with her juices on his face. She giggled, thinking about how she was going to look with his come all over her face and all over her breasts. She reached for his belt buckle, aching for the cock that ached for her, ready to free it, to take it to suck it, to make him explode all over her face and in her mouth, to satisfy her naughtiest fantasy at last.

"No."

She froze. "What?"

"No."

He couldn't be serious. Maybe she was hearing things. Her hand started to unbuckle him. His hand stopped her. She looked up. He looked serious. She didn't know what to do. She'd been waiting for this since she'd found out about the meeting. She'd been waiting for this since she'd first met him. What the hell was wrong?

"Oh come on, please, I want to blow you! I want to blow you here. I've always wanted to blow you here. I need to blow you here. Please let me blow you!"

"Told you" he said.

"Told me what?"

"That you were going to beg." He smiled then, unbuckling for her, unsnapping for her, unzipping for her, watching his cock spring out towards her, pulling her head forward, watching her mouth form into a surprised and happy "o" of lust, her lips wrapping eagerly around him.