I don’t know why every guy i meet complains about having a wife. Having a wife is amazing.
For starters, i mean eventually they quit arguing with you or doing that one thing you don’t like. Could take months, years, but eventually they get worn out on it, right? I think every woman works that way. To tell you the truth though, i’ve only ever been with Molly.
She’s a staunch feminist, we met in college and hit it off. We liked to talk and just kept talking (and fucking) right through college and into marriage.
When we first started having sex, i remember that she started out just like you’d expect: don’t cum in my mouth. Don’t play with my asshole. I’m not shaving. Don’t give me a hickey. Don’t pinch my nipples – don’t do this, that, anything but put a condom on. I never dared to suggest taking that off, even though she was on birth control.
Jane is lovely, i thought to myself, but she is uptight when it comes to sex. I didn’t let that stop me from loving her though, and well, here we are 10 years later.
A middle-class home, outside of town in the woods – a cushy and well-paying office job for me, with security and benefits and the whole nine yards. God, and my wife.
If i had known then i would’ve proposed on the spot. With time, and love, they just get used to you i guess.
—–
When i wake up the morning light is pale and blue – i enjoy it so much i make sure to always wake up at the right time.
My wife also wakes to my alarm, whenever it rings.
When i wake I’m usually horny, so i grab her shoulder and pull her onto her back. She sleeps naked for me, like a good wife.
I straddle myself over her, my cock at her lips. She habitually opens it wide for me, her eyes peacefully closed. I don’t immediately put it in though.
I reach my hand behind me, and when she feels it, she knows what i’m doing and spreads her legs wide. She’s wet a little already, but grows hot and squirms by my touch.
She begins to lick at my cock, and i decide its time to give her a daily dose.
I shove down suddenly, the full length past her lips, past her tongue and down her throat in a second. She doesn’t gag, her instincts broken into shape by normality.
I stop, the full length engorged into her mouth. Still playing with her dripping wet pussy, i stay still, enjoying her. I can feel her heartbeat in her throat, her saliva plentiful and spilling into her mouth.
I grab a hold of her blonde hair, pre-bundled into a pony tail just for me.
She begins to move her tongue around, licking at me.
Now i start to fuck. Not humping, not bucking; full-on face fucking. Both my hands go to the wall, leaving her pussy hopelessly dripping wet and horny. She doesn’t dare move a hand to it – she knows i prefer her to stay horny for later.
Spit erupts from her mouth, spilling onto her face. From cheek to cheek, past her chin and down her neck; she spews lubricant for throat-fucking.
I pull my cock out, and push the tip across her face slowly.
“Are you enjoying my cock, slut?”
The feminist in her would’ve murdered me for that all those years ago.
“Yes Daddy!” She says, with enthusiasm.
Her mouth still being open, she easily takes my balls into her mouth, upon the slightest push down i gave. I do shave for her still, but not much more than that. She licks and sucks happily.
The blue morning light is gone, and the sun shines its rays on us. I lift up, taking my balls from her, and shove my cock back in. Her tongue tries to greet it but i push past again, immediately fucking.
But i tire of her throat already.
I move down, her pussy is almost as wet as her throat. Her messy face kisses mine, not an once of hatred, or judgement for my actions. Acceptance and love, and quite a bit of obedience pervades her.
Years ago i would’ve put it in slowly. But now, i just shove. I bury myself deep in her pussy; she gasps, she gushes and moans.
“Fuck me daddy!” She screams.
I stare. She knows.
“Please Daddy, use me… please.” She squirms, her hips gyrating.
I start bucking, hell-bend on cumming as soon as possible.
“Are you thankful?” I ask.
“Huh?” She says. Not correct.
I grab her throat, gently squeezing.
She realizes her mistake.
“I’m sorry Daddy, i should’ve thanked you!” She says, moaning. “Thank you for fucking my throat Daddy! Thank you for pleasuring me Daddy. Thank you for fucking my pussy, Daddy. I love your cock so muuuch…”
I release her throat, and as she takes a gasp i kiss her. Our laps passionately lock as i wildly buck.
10 years later and still so fucking tight…
I’m cumming before i know it – thrusting all the way down, hot jizz spurting into her hole and filling her up. I know, I’m quick if go all out, but hey i do have to go to work.
After that we cuddle. She masturbates a bit and i promise her i’ll give her a proper orgasm later – i think i owe her for what she lets me do to her.
“I love you honey.” I say to her.
“I love you too..” she says, kissing me as she falls asleep in my arms, cum leaking from her pussy.
At this point, i’m starting to wonder – what *else* could i get her to accept with time?
—-
End of part 1. Comment if you want more or have critique.
Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/8ao00c/having_a_wife_isnt_so_bad_fm_facefucking