Eyes That Are Not Seen

Eyes that are not seen quickly are forgotten, says a proverb, and because I believe in such things, I make sure, at least in my erotic matters, not to make such mistakes. Of course, I have been married for four years now to Kostas, a wonderful man whom I pursued and finally acquired after a hard struggle, since there were quite a few girls, most of them my friends, who were candidates to conquer his heart, and who even when they received our wedding invitations couldn't believe their eyes.

Various nasty things were said back then. "Is it possible for this handsome lad to marry this worn-out thing?" "Come on, if Kostas wanted to marry a little whore, couldn't he just go from brothel to brothel to pick a better one?" "Well, they say too much softness leaves a mark on a person. Example: Kostas. He went crooked and married that cuckold's slut." And while most women forget or try to forget such nastiness, I remembered them and had them as my guide. Because deep down, they were somewhat right. Compared to Kostas, I wasn't much to look at. He was tall, with a well-built body and a beautiful face, while I was quite slender with a pleasant face. As for the little whore? The men in my neighborhood knew my body in every detail. I can say better than I did.

But all that was until I got married. From the day Kostas said the longed-for 'yes', I remained faithful to him and tried in every way to keep his erotic interest in me. In fact, I had adapted the proverb I mentioned at the beginning and made it my banner. A pussy that is not seen quickly is forgotten, I would say and repeat to my friends, and of course, I made sure my own little pussy was seen by my Kostas daily. I kept it always clean and perfumed, while I never failed to change its styling and trimming every so often. Almost every week I presented him with a different little pussy. I tried every so often to renew his erotic interest in me because I knew the temptations besieging him were many and irresistible. I had even reached the point of cutting out and collecting from magazine pages anything related to love.

A week ago, one of those articles unsettled me. It mentioned that the most dangerous period for a woman to be cheated on by her husband is the days she has her period. When a woman, the article wrote, is indisposed, she behaves anti-erotically because she believes her body is dirty and has no mood for erotic games. And that is when men usually look elsewhere and easily become prey to the insatiable females surrounding them. This article kept spinning in my mind. Deep down, it was right. I, for example, when I have my period, become nervous and avoid any contact, even a simple touch of my hands on Kostas's body. It became an obsession. At night, I saw nightmares. Me sitting in a corner of the living room changing pads and tampons, and on the couch, Kostas receiving kisses and caresses from beautiful young girls. My nightmare was cemented when Kostas, indifferent to my presence, licked their hot little holes, throwing me looks of disappointment now and then.

Fortunately, the article concluded by emphasizing that the problem couples face when the woman is indisposed is more physiological and gave some advice which I decided to try in an effort to prevent even the slightest suspicion of losing my husband, even for a day. It had been two days now that I felt all the symptoms of my period's arrival. Aches low in my belly and my breasts swelling. I made the necessary preparations, and when this morning, waking up, I found that my period had come, for the first time I felt wonderful. Just the thought that by following the article's advice I would cease to be an anti-erotic creature, even for a few days, made me feel wonderful. All morning, until the afternoon when Kostas would return from work, I made the necessary preparations. I prepared a wonderful pastitsio, his favorite food, and then went into the bathroom. I stayed locked in for three whole hours. I attended to my body, tending to every centimeter of it. From my hair to my feet. In the end, I took a look in the mirror. I was glowing. I tidied the bedroom, changed the sheets, and filled the atmosphere with a new intoxicating scent. Kostas returned. He looked at me surprised. "Today you are a doll," he told me, giving me a hot kiss on the mouth. I got another kiss when he found the pastitsio on the table. He ate, commenting in the best terms on my culinary art. Then I led him to the bedroom. I gently pushed his body and forced him to lie down. He looked at me surprised. "Let me take care of you," I told him slyly. "After a good meal, you need special care." Kostas closed his eyes and surrendered himself to whatever my plans were. I quickly took off my clothes, remaining only in my slip. My body smelled wonderful from the strawberry bubble bath I had taken. I took his shoes one by one and removed them. I began to rub his soles and his toes. Kostas, with his eyes closed, purred like a kitten. I lay down next to him and, unbuttoning his shirt, freed his hairy chest. I ran my fingers around his dark, hard nipples. His body shuddered. He made a move to embrace me. I stopped him, emphasizing that today he was my hostage and would obey my commands and desires. He obeyed, crossing his arms under his head.

I started from high up, from his forehead. I began to lick every centimeter of his skin. His eyelids, his nose, and of course his lips. He wanted to press his mouth to mine. I slipped away and began to lick his ear. Kostas started to moan and breathe heavily. I continued to traverse his body with my tongue. I licked his neck and his shoulders, where I made sure to give a few soft bites, carefully sinking my teeth into their sensitive skin. Kostas was suffering from my caresses, and when my lips clamped like a suction cup around one of his nipples. I sucked it hard while the tip of my tongue rubbed his hard nipple. Pleasure flooded Kostas's body. He tilted his head to the side and groaned several times. My head slid downward. My tongue crossed his ribs, making his body jerk upward, and ended up in the hollow of his navel. I undid his belt and pulled down his pants. He was left in his briefs. His cock twitched beneath the thin fabric while his balls trembled between his closed thighs. My teeth grabbed the elastic of his briefs and pulled them down. His pole sprang toward me. I licked his cock a few times and my tongue ran the entire length of his shaft and ended up at his trembling balls. My lips sucked his balls one by one and pulled them with considerable force. Kostas was groaning and howling, unable to wait any longer.

“Take it in your mouth. Give me a blowjob. What kind of tease is this you're giving me. You're killing me.” His end was approaching and I didn't want to let him suffer anymore. I plunged his hard shaft all the way to the base while the tip of his cockhead rubbed against my throat. I nibbled his shaft gently with my teeth while I moved his cock in and out of my mouth. Suddenly his body jerked toward me and he pressed his balls against my face. A hot stream filled my mouth and his rich semen rolled down to my stomach. He came and I licked and swallowed his precious fluid. After a few deep breaths he tried to hug me. I stopped him and explained that it wasn't possible for us to make love. He closed his eyes and soon sleep took him, proof that what I had done to him was wonderful. I lay down next to him and closed my eyes. I was now sure that a pussy that can't be seen might, with a little effort, not be forgotten.