My work day, especially during this CoVid-19 crap, consists of both doing my job AND chasing away idiots that don’t read our door signs. I have to leave my business’ doors unlocked so employees can go in and out rapidly during the day, and every single day I have to literally tell people off for coming INTO the building. Do they not see the signs?! Curb-side only, you stupid fucks! So I get home in worse moods some days than others because of people’s endless capacity for stupidity and my wanting to keep my employees safe. And I am a grumbly bear sometimes.
My wife sees this after I get out of the shower after one busy, busy friday, “Is there anything I can do to make you feel better?” she asks in a small voice.
My fuse is about as long as a Catholic priest’s dick so I snap, “Nothing I wouldn’t regret as soon as it’s over, honey!” and go to brush my hair and grumble-growl at myself in the mirror. I need time to unwind, breathe, decompress, groom, and eat sometimes. I don’t like to be around anybody while I do this. Self-care is very important. But that day she was adamant.
“Like what?”
“Like putting you on your knees, sucking me off and blowing my load on your face,” I say without looking at her. I’m a grumpy bear. She knows it. I know it. Anger has no place in bedroom activities with the missus, but I’m not in a good place right then. I glance over, and she’s putting her gorgeous blonde hair in a hair-tie. Oh shit, this is happening. I’m half-caught off guard, half feeling super guilty for daring to talk to my beloved that way. Half the flame is doused just watching her do that. She got on her knees on the bathmat.
She pulls off my towel, looks up at me with a meek expression, and does her wifely duty. I stand there, dumbfounded and wide-eyed, comb in one hand and wash-cloth in the other while she bobs her head. I’ve never gotten sucked off standing, so I lean against the bathroom counter-top. I cup the back of her head firmly. I moan and stare at the ceiling. The bathroom fan doesn’t cover the loud slurping, sucking sounds. She holds my hips, moaning and whimpering while she puts all her effort into it. Oh God, Oh God its too good. I GRAB the back of her head and make her go at MY pace. She whimpers and slurps, grabbing my ass to hang on for dear life. Swearing and grunting and lost in the moment of angry sexual need, I desperately face-fucked her. Her face was red, her forehead turned sweaty. I didn’t have the coherence to tell her to work my balls or touch my G-spot. I should have. But no. This was about me. This was MY relief at the end of a suck-ass work day. This was my five minutes to be an animal and have my way.
With a fistful of her hair in one hand I yanked her head off of my cock, “Look up at me!” I panted like an animal in heat. She did, gasping and spit running down her chin. I came on her face. It was like fireworks between my ears, and I swear I saw white spots in my eyes. One, two, three big spurts, then a dribble that went between her D-cup breasts. God damn. I’d never, EVER done such a thing. Blow jobs were for birthdays, special occasions, and encouragement to keep going to the gym like I always do. This was— this was a moment of sweet, beautiful relief.
She looked up at me, meek and submissive and smiling a little. “Feel better?” she whispered, my cum dribbling all over her face.
Yes, yes I felt much better. Thank you honey. :)
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/g3cye2/the_good_wife_after_work_bj_mf