**TLDR: Kissing, face-fucking, vibrating, and stroking, all for the first time in a long time.**
It’s been more than two months since my wife and I have been intimate with each other. She had surgery in December, but even before then we hadn’t done anything. It wasn’t for lack of wanting to, but sometimes people drift a little and have to do a course-correction. We started that on Friday night — some kissing and touching, and she came four times before I misjudged the situation and we lost the flow. Still, I like making her come, so even if there was no reciprocation it wasn’t a problem.
I suppose you might want to know what my wife looks like, for the record: five-ten, curvy, pale, with DD-cup breasts and a soft tummy and *all* the hips. Her hair is long, straight, and brown, and her eyes are greenish. I’m six feet tall, also curvy, with a shaved head, beard, blue eyes and glasses. She’s in her early 30s, I’m in my late 30s. So there you go.
Onto the story.
On Saturday afternoon, my wife suggested maybe after the kid went to bed we could go to bed too. I made a finger-quotes motion, and she nodded. To keep her mind on it, around dinnertime when the kid went to the bathroom I kissed her good and hard and she kissed me right back. We did go up to bed before either of us fell asleep on the couch, and she took a shower while I put away laundry. Then I took one too.
I got in bed and she cuddled up with me, her head on my shoulder. Unbidden her hand drifted down and took hold, and I was hard in an instant. She played with me for a bit while I slid my thumb into her mouth and past her gag reflex, fucking her mouth with it while she stroked me. When I took it out, she moved down and took me in her mouth. It wasn’t the best blowjob she’s ever given me, but the fact that she just went and *did it* made it extra hot.
She stopped after a few minutes and we kissed for a while. I did the things that made her shudder and come without being touched down below, and then I rolled off the bed and told her to come over to me. She got up on her knees, we kissed, and then I turned her onto her back, her head hanging off the bed. I was firm, but not forceful, so she could have stopped me if she wanted, but she did not want. So I fucked her mouth and throat, making her gag and gasp and choke. Which she adores.
Her surgery was to fix her breathing, and as it turns out, when she can breathe through her nose, she can do this a lot longer. Awesome.
Anyway, I went for about a minute, and then picked her head up, kissed her, and made sure she was okay. When she said she was, I put her back down and went back to it, this time sliding my hand down to finger her. She came, I let her up, I checked in, and I put her back. She came again, and that was when I reached over and grabbed our mini-Hitachi-shaped vibrator. More face-fucking, more orgasms, more choking and gasping and drooling, more kissing, until she finally said she was getting light-headed.
She got back into her usual spot on the bed and we got out the real Hitachi. She still can only manage it on low — high is way too high for her, especially when she’s already this sensitive from having about five orgasms, but we tacked on another four (the last one being really difficult to reach, but so powerful that she got dizzy). After a sip of water, she said she had to go to the bathroom and needed help to get there. Which I did, walking her there and then going back to bed to lie down.
She took a bit longer than anticipated, but still cuddled with me when she returned and immediately went for my cock.
“Were you playing with yourself while I was in there?”
“A little.”
She chuckled. “I figured. You couldn’t have stayed hard that long.”
She’s not wrong.
Not that it mattered. She stroked, she squeezed, she danced her fingers over the shaft and the head, and then she started doing something that I can’t really figure out on that spot on the underside — the one that responds really well to tongues and vibrators. I swear she was just tapping it lightly with the rest of her hand laid along the shaft, but I’ve never come from that.
I came from that. Hard.
The first spurt landed halfway up my stomach, and then she took her hand away for the rest of it, her palm on my thigh, gently squeezing. I know it sounds like a ruined orgasm, but somehow it didn’t feel like that — I know what those feel like because I’ve done them to myself before, and this didn’t feel that way.
Eventually I got my brain in order enough to clean up, and we cuddled for a while before going to sleep, both of us happy and floaty and tingly. First time that’s happened in a while.
I would call that a successful evening, and hopefully a harbinger of more of the same.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/7rxya4/mf_my_wife_her_mouth_her_hands_her_orgasms