It took me ten years, but I finally let my husband blow his load down my throat [FM]

My husband works odd hours and odd days; the first night he’s home with me tends to be a night of celebration in the bedroom. It starts like most: the toddler goes to bed, and the mood in the air immediately changes; we go from parents to lovers. Last night was no different. Drinks were poured. We sat in our spots on the couch and gave each other knowing looks.

Slow jazz played on the tv while we sipped our drinks and discussed random topics, but it always comes back to sex. He makes me feel like the sexiest and luckiest woman alive.

We finished our drinks, and he got up to use the bathroom. “You better be upstairs when I get done”, he said to me. We have a playful relationship. Lots of smiles and giggles. We’re fun together. I took the last few sips of my drink and exuberantly ran up the stairs, pulling off my shirt as I went. While I waited for him, I slipped out of my pants and made the bed. He finally came in, and we shared a smile as he approached me, undressing himself, seeing the surprise I had been hiding under my clothes earlier: a new lace bra to match a pair of panties he purchased for me recently.

He reached for me, pulled me into him, wrapped his arms around me, and we kissed. Some days we get straight to it, but every now and then, all I want is to kiss him. It started soft and progressively became more passionate and urgent, our hands roamed around each other’s body until mine slipped behind him and I squeezed his cheeks. He slowly moved us backwards towards the bed, our lips never unlocking. I climbed back onto the bed and moved towards the middle; he followed climbing up and over me.

He helped me lay gently on the bed while we continued our embrace. My legs wrapped around him, and I started to grind into him, aware of how hard he had become. He slipped a hand down between my legs and started to tease me. I had asked him earlier for more teasing, and he was more than willing to oblige. A finger traced along my inner thighs, conveniently moving just over where I was wet and wanting, back to the other thigh, upwards towards my navel and back down and around. A finger rested just over my panties where I needed him most, my body pushing upwards as if asking for it.

He continued to kiss me, one hand between my legs while the other found itself underneath my bra, gently brushing along my nipple. I was hungry for him in any way I could have him, and my kissing expressed this fairly clearly, along with the way my hands gripped his back. Finally, a finger slipped underneath my panties and inside me. As always, he found the perfect spot and I gasped.

I wet my thumb, gripped his erection, then flicked just the tip with my thumb. He groaned with every few flicks and occasionally forgot what he was trying to do to me, but that was fine; knowing I was pleasing him to the point of complete distraction could nearly get me off on its own.

He found himself again and slid in a second finger and continued pumping away while I continued handling him. With each pump of his hand I got closer and closer to orgasm. Finally, it was my turn to lose concentration as I started to focus on the growing sensation from between my legs. I sat up, whimpering, eyes shut tight, my hands tried to latch on to anything nearby: his head, his shoulders, the cover on the bed. It was growing but there was no release, not yet. I pulled him closer to kiss him; I wanted his mouth on mine as I moaned, and then I finally came with his fingers inside me.

The instant after I found my release, I had him lay on his back so I could have him in my mouth. If you’ve followed any of my stories, you’ll know it’s only been a month since I reached a point where I could have him cum in my mouth. Since that first time, we only managed it once again. I wanted to do more for him. I wanted to take it all. I was ready for more.

I gripped his shaft and started with a light flicking of my tongue over the tip, mimicking what I had been doing earlier with my thumb. As I gently licked around the head, he pushed himself so he could move up and down in my hand, in and out of my mouth. I alternated between gentle licks and gentle sucks with my lips that were pleasantly wet and plump at this point. He continued to push himself further through my hands and into my mouth, faster and faster with each passing minute.

I heard him groan. That groan that tells me everything. *I love that groan*. He was about to cum. And sure enough, in between heavy breaths and moans, he managed to say “I’m gonna cum”. It was a warning more than anything; he wanted to be sure I knew what was about to happen, as if he wanted to be sure I was ready to have him blow everything he had into my throat. I took all of him in my mouth and allowed him to thrust hard and fast inside; his hands reached around my head, as if he needed something to hold onto. Faster and faster he pumped and finally, I felt it. He filled my mouth, and I kept my head in place, ensuring I take it all and lose not a drop. He finished; I swallowed and pulled my mouth off him, making sure to suck off every last bit. We looked at each other and smiled; I giggled. “You did it” he said happily. I smiled more and lowered my head to lick off the last remaining drops from him.

While we waited for him to recover, I pulled out my vibrator and teased myself with it before sliding it inside, the sound of the vibrations becoming muffled. While the vibrations worked their magic from inside, I used my hand to rub myself. I tried to keep my eye on my husband, but I occasionally lost myself and closed my eyes to focus on the sensations building.

It didn’t take long for him to get hard again. Before I knew it, he was on his knees behind me, hands on my hips. I got in the proper position for him to take me from behind, removed my vibrator, and he slowly slid in. We held that position for a moment; I squeezed him internally, and we just enjoyed that sensation: him being enveloped in a soft but tight and warm place, me enjoying the feeling of being filled with one of my favorite parts of him.

And then he slowly slid out.

And then moved slowly back in.

And out once more.

And then back in suddenly, fiercely.

(I prefer my doggy-style to be rough.)

In and out he pounded me, reaching that magic spot inside. It didn’t take long for me to reach orgasm. I lost myself, my hands reached up to the top of our headboard, my body forced back onto him harder and harder, faster and faster. My whimpers reached a high pitch in between pleadings of “harder” and “right there” and “don’t stop, oh god, don’t stop”. Finally it came, the sensation overwhelming me. I collapsed in front of him, chuckling in delight, catching my breath.

We finished our evening with my head on his chest looking up at his sleeping face.

And a few hours later, he woke me up for a repeat ;)

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/7yyqp3/it_took_me_ten_years_but_i_finally_let_my_husband