Teasing Handjob leads to Premature Cum on Pussy (Ruined Orgasm)

It was just another typical Tuesday evening at the Johnson household. Jim, the husband, had returned home from a long day at the office, and his wife Linda was busy in the kitchen preparing dinner. As Jim settled into his favorite armchair, he noticed that Linda seemed a bit distracted today.

Unbeknownst to Jim, Linda had spent the day chatting with her longtime friend and former lover, Marcus, on social media. The two of them had reconnected recently, reminiscing about their wild fling before Linda settled down with Jim. Marcus had always been the adventurous one, introducing Linda to new experiences and pushing her boundaries.

As Linda served dinner, she couldn’t stop thinking about Marcus. Irritated at Jim’s mindless chatter about work, Linda felt her pussy throb with anticipation. Once the dishes were cleared, Jim excitedly suggested a movie night on the couch.

“But first, I could really use a handjob, Jim. You know, to relax me after a long day,” Linda purred, looking at Jim suggestively through the edge of her wine glass.

Jim eagerly agreed. Linda knelt in front of him, her hands already working loose his belt. With an expert touch, she teased his cock through his boxer briefs, slowly sliding them down as she licked her glossy lips. Jim’s member sprang free, rigid and pulsing.

“How about I just use my mouth?” Linda whispered, nibbling on her lower lip. Jim nodded, his eyes glazed over with lust.

Linda inhaled deeply, relishing the musky scent of Jim’s sex. Gliding her tongue along the underside of his shaft, she savored the taste, her breath hot against his skin. Jim let out a shaky moan, his hips rising to meet her mouth. Linda circled the tip of his penis, flicking her tongue over the sensitive bundle of nerves, before sucking him into the warm cavity of her mouth.

Jim tossed his head back, grabbed a handful of Linda’s hair, and pushed her head down further on his throbbing cock. She let him guide her gently, sucking and slurping rhythmically. The wet sounds of Linda blowing him filled the room, muffled moans escaping Jim’s parted lips.

But just as Linda felt Jim quickening his thrusts, signaling his imminent orgasm, she pulled away with a gasp. “Oh, wait!” she exclaimed, looking up at him with a coy grin. “I think I hear the doorbell – dinner must be here.” She stood up and went to the front door, leaving Jim breathless and aching for release.

Frustrated, Jim lay back against the couch cushions, his dick still rock hard. He was torn between going to the bathroom to finish himself off, or staying to see if Linda might return to her blowjob. But curiosity won out, and before long he heard Linda clamoring at the door.

“Aaah, phew! I thought you let the delivery guy right in,” Jim teased, trying to act nonchalant. But as Linda entered the room, it was clear something had changed. Her hair was messy, and her cheeks were flushed. But it wasn’t just that – she seemed tense, almost edgy. And was that…Marcus’ voice?

Jim rose to get a closer look, but Linda abruptly barred his way. “Hey, hands off, honey! I just…I didn’t want you to get messy with the food,” she said with feigned nonchalance. But Jim could swear he’d just seen Linda’s hand disappear between her legs.

Ignoring her protestations, Jim forcefully pushed past her and into the kitchen. Standing there, his pants undone, was none other than Marcus. Linda stood frozen while Marcus gaped at Jim, his mouth agape.

“What the fuck, man! You don’t come to my place for a hook-up, and fuck my wife under my own roof?” Jim shouted. Without a second thought, he grabbed his heavy ornamental ashtray off the side table and swung it towards Marcus. It caught him square across the temple, and Marcus crumpled to the floor, clutching at his head.

Tears streamed down Linda’s face. Jim had never raised a hand to her before. She dropped to her knees beside Marcus, assessing his wound. The ashtray had left an angry red line across his forehead, but he was groaning and grimacing, indicating no serious damage had been done.

“God, Linda, what were you thinking?” Jim yelled, his hands shaking. “I give you the best life, pay for this home, and this is how you repay me?”

Linda covered her mouth with both hands, drowning in guilt and dread. She’d never meant to hurt Jim. But Marcus made her feel alive, ignited feelings she thought she’d lost. Now, she’d jeopardized everything. Jim turned and yanked open the front door. “Get out. Both of you. Now.”

Linda helped a groaning Marcus to his feet. He stumbled across the threshold, still disoriented from the blow. Linda stood there, trembling, but made no move to follow him. She couldn’t leave Jim, not like this. No matter how much her body ached for Marcus’ touch, she loved her husband.

“I’m so sorry,” she whispered, tears streaking down her face. “I never meant to hurt you.” She closed the door on Marcus, hoping to salvage what was left of her marriage. It would be a long, difficult road ahead. But somehow, she would make it up to Jim. Even if it meant ending things with Marcus for good. For now, her place was with her husband.