I awoke yesterday morning to the sound of a lid being pried from a metal paint can. Still half-asleep, I glanced at the clock, then over to the corner of the bedroom where my wife, Tara was pouring paint from the can into a roller tray. I also felt my cock, hard as a rock, straining against the sheet and comforter that covered my body.
Our kid had left the previous evening for a sleepover at a friend’s house and I had hoped that Tara and I would enjoy some Saturday night fucking without the usual need to keep quiet or fear of a knock on our bedroom door at an inopportune moment. However, as sometimes happens on these occasions, we found ourselves dozing off shortly after dinner and a couple of drinks, exchaused from a long week. I did insist that we sleep naked, as I wanted to make sure that there would be no impediments to middle-of-the night fondling or morning sex.
So, I was disappointed to see that Tara was already dressed and starting her day instead of finding her warm, petite body within easy reach of my fingers and tongue. Normally, I would reach over to fondle her C cup tits for a minute or two before diving under the covers to eat her smooth, sweet pussy.
Still a bit groggy, I patted her pillow and instructed her to come back to bed. “I can’t, babe,” she replied. “I just got started and I can’t clean everything up again now. Give me a while to use up this paint that I poured.”
With that, I pushed down the covers to reveal my hard-as-a-rock, 6 inch cock, resting against my belly until I used one hand to point it upward and the other to point at it, telling her that “this guy was expecting you to still be in bed. I don’t think he can wait.” “You keep him company,” she said. “He’ll wait.”
With that, I reached down and began absent-mindedly stroking my cock, pausing from time to time, to cup and tug at my balls a bit. Tara watched for a few seconds before returning her attention to rolling paint on the wall.
Now, I’m a big fan of mutual masturbation or one of us just watching the other masturbate. However, the fact that her attention was focused more on painting than on me made it a bit awkward. I continued to stroke half-heartedly, watching her for some reaction. She was on a ladder at this point and twisted around to look at me, focused on my cock. “There you go, baby. Keep stroking that cock for me.” That was very encouraging, but she turned back around to resume her painting.
She was wearing a baggy t shirt with paint stains and a pair of old, short running shorts that had been worn and washed a thousand times and barely held their shape anymore. As she turned around on the ladder, I got a glimpse inside the leg of shorts and there did not seem to be any underwear to be found. With that, I hopped out of bed, my cock bobbing in front of me as I walked over to the ladder. Her crotch was just about at eye level and I pushed her shorts to the side while snaking my tongue as far up her leg as I could. It was not the smoothest move ever, but she shuddered as my tongue reached her smooth mound, getting impossibly close to her lips. “Stop”, she said. “I gotta finish painting.” But she actually twisted on the ladder to give me a better angle and my tongue reached her delicious wet slit with my next attempt.
“See how wet I am from watching you stroke your cock? See what you did to me?”, she asked between moans. I was alternating between pushing my tongue into her pussy and flicking at her clit. After a couple of minutes of this, she nudged me back with her knee and said “I gotta get down or I’m gonna drop this paint.” I stepped back from the ladder and she handed me the paint tray. In the time that it took me to turn around and set the paint on the floor, she had scampered down the ladder and stripped off her shorts. “I’m about to cum so hard, I need your tongue back on my clit.” I nudged her back toward the bed, ready to lie her on her back and dive between her legs. “No”, she said. “I want to see you keep stroking that cock. It makes me so fucking hot. You lay down.”
I guess I’m a sucker for a little positive reinforcement and was flattered that she had enjoyed my little jack-off performance so much. I laid down on the bed and she straddled my face, facing my feet. Typically, this would lead to her falling forward and taking my dick in her mouth so that we were 69ing. But she stayed upright as I plunged my tongue into her, using my hands to pull her down onto my face as tightly as possible. “Fuck, baby, that feels so good, but you gotta stroke that dick for me”, she panted. “Look at all that precum, baby. Smear it on your big cock and jerk it for me.” I did as I was told. “Oh yeah, pretend your hand is my tight cunt”, she ordered. I normally like to join in with the dirty talk, but my mouth was being smothered.
I don’t think that we were on the bed for more than a couple of minutes when she yelled “Oh fuck, I’m cumming!!!! and pushed herself down even further onto my face. I was furiously stroking my cock as she lifted her pussy off of my face. She was quiet for a short time as she recovered from her orgasm, then she crept forward until her face hovered over my dick. I couldn’t see what was happening down there, but expected to feel her mouth around my cock at any moment (she truly loves to give head). Instead I felt a gob of warm saliva drop on to my hand and she said “there you go, baby, now you can stroke faster.” I felt more saliva gobs in between her encouragement for me to cum. “Come on baby, shoot a big fucking load for me. I want you to cum so hard like I did. C’mon baby, I wanna see all that cum shoot out of your hard cock”. With her pussy now hovering a few inches above my mouth, I could now talk, but was a bit overwhelmed to come up with anything particularly profound. “Oh fuuuuuuuck!!!” is about all that I could come up with as I felt the first spurt of jizz fly. I heard a gasp from Tara, then suddenly felt her warm mouth over the head of my cock as I continued to cum. She pushed my hand off of my cock to make room for her to take most of my shaft into her mouth as I shot the final few spurts of cum.
As she pulled her mouth off of me, she flipped around to face me, a devilish smile on her face and cum leaking from the corners of her mouth and off of her chin. Before she snuggled into my shoulder, she wiped her mouth dramatically with her forearm, then gave my balls a playful slap (she knows that I actually like this), saying “you ruined my fucking paint job, asshole.”
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/ixbe0b/morning_paint_and_fondle