I had just gotten home from work and found my husband lazing about my couch and tinkering with my console. He was trying to figure out why I’d been spending less time in bed and found out I’d been playing way too much Geometry Wars and Battlefield 1 with my buddies from college. AND I guess he’d been feeling pretty needy. And I guess I kind of ignored the circumstance that I possibly might have missed the opportunity to get him to join us. He’d been busy with work and had to go early for the past three days so I didn’t want to bother him.
I stood next to my part of our game room’s couch and cleared my throat. I had been carrying a big red ice pop with me since I entered through our garage which is directly connected to our kitchen. “Are you trying to figure out how awesome I am?” I moved three paces towards him up until I was standing in between his legs, obscuring his view of the t.v., and the shitty show I’d been tuning out to on Netflix.
He shook his head, a smirk dancing around his lips before grabbing my hips, yanking me towards him, and tossing me on the couch. “I judge you for watching Riverdale Ol…”
“It’s really bad… but it’s not that bad,” I cut him off and rolled my eyes licking the tip of the popsicle before letting my lips wrap around it, sucking, and then pulled it away from my mouth – it made a popping noise – before I’d pressed the tip against his lips. “I want to play a game.”
He raised an eyebrow and looked at me before taking the popsicle and licked his lips to get the sweet, fruity juice off them. “What game?”
“Where you show me how to blow you the right way. If your instructions make you cum – then I swallow and you get to fuck my ass… but if you can’t cum by the time you’d finished that popsicle… then I spit and I get to make you fuck me during your family’s dinner party –“
“That’s evil…” he motioned to lick on the icy treat but stopped as I’d already positioned myself in between his legs. My hands had been rubbing against his crotch the entire time he struggled to word his protest but had eventually agreed since I threw in a, “As hard as you want~”
Upon getting most of his underthings off he motioned that I lick from the base to the tip – swirling my tongue on his head. He’d done the same with the popsicle – his lips trembled as his tongue lapped against the popsicle – juices dripping on the side of his hand down to his wrist as his mouth closed on the tip … lips sliding slowly down to the base.
I took his instructions to heart – pleasuring him as he showed me how he wanted to be pleasured. He’d been a good husband all through out, trying to stop himself from grabbing my hair and just shoving his dick down my throat. Well, I’d been shoving my his dick down my throat anyway – hands wrapped around the base of his cock as I milked it with my mouth.
He came eventually – moaning and shivering – mumbling that he still had some of the popsicle left in his mouth. I swallowed what had been offered to me as the rest dribbled down his thighs and abdomen. What followed was him grabbing my neck, kissing me, and pushing the last of the red, icy treat in my mouth … feeding it to me… as a testament to his triumph.
I’d found myself, that night, being fucked over and over again on my couch. And as I type this I struggle to note that my butt is pretty sore.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/6d4fks/mf_sucking_my_husband_off_w_aid_of_a_popsicle