*Our first time sharing this kind of thing publicly, please be kind*
I’m lucky enough to be seven years into a relationship where the sex is as good and as frequent as ever, contrary to the stereotype of what happens with marriage and kids. My wife and I are usually intimate a few times a week, sometimes daily if we’re really feeling it.
However, a side effect of this is that I’ve gotten pretty spoiled, so now that she has to abstain for a few weeks for a medical reason, I’ve started to feel like a deprived, horny teenager. The least bit of sexual suggestion is enough for me to feel a swelling between my legs – her bending over to reach something, a low-cut shirt, the kind of thing that should be nothing at all to married couple now triggers vivid memories of our previous encounters. Innocent cuddling doesn’t stay innocent for long.
This morning as we passed each other in the kitchen I brought her in for a kiss. Her lips are soft and full and after a moment the bottom one slipped between mine and I sucked on it gently. She sighed and turned her head slightly and I felt her the tip of her tongue probe forward. Mine followed back into her mouth and she sucked it in turn. My hands slipped from her waist down over her hips, and I let one glide easily down her jeans’ back pocket to cup the thick curve of her ass. My cock was instantly hard and straining tightly against my pants, and as she turned I felt her hip roll up against it. I needed to be inside her and knowing it was impossible made the need more desperate.
My face must have said everything because she pulled back from the kiss, grinned at me, and said “You’re a mess… do you need to go take care of that?”
“Probably,” I laughed. “Maybe later.” I went back to the dishes and tried to push the thoughts away while she left to run an errand. When she got home I was seated on the couch, unsuccessfully trying not to reminisce about all the various times and ways we had satisfied each other in the recent past. I was already half-hard, and as she stepped through the door I openly looked her up and down, drinking in the shape of her gorgeous body.
I knew I couldn’t hold out any longer and told her I was going to go “take care of things.” She smiled at me as I went to the bedroom. I stripped to my underwear and lay down on the bed. With my right hand, I pulled out my cock, stiffening with a red rush of blood, while with the left I scraped up a small amount of solid coconut oil from a jar we keep by the bed. I rubbed it against my cockhead and it liquified instantly, spreading gradually down the shaft. I closed my eyes and lay back, lazily stroking my hard cock and daydreaming about the memory: pressing it against the warm entrance of my wife’s steaming, wet pussy, until it penetrates and slides all the way in, my hips coming to rest against the soft pillows of her beautiful round ass, my entire sexual person slickly wrapped in her.
The room was silent, except for the quiet drizzle of rain outside, and the soft wet sounds of a hand on an oiled cock inside.
She entered the room and watched me silently for a moment. I opened my eyes and she came to my side of the bed, where I reached out my free hand and caressed her thighs. She grinned and started to sway back and forth, then turned around and shook her ass playfully. I spanked it once or twice and kept stroking. She giggled, and continued to pantomime a striptease without actually removing any clothing. Despite the silliness the rippling and shaking was still a turn-on. I raised my hand from her thigh up to her chest and squeezed her left breast. She placed her hands on me, touching my chest and thighs first, then tip-toeing her fingers around the base of my cock. The teasing was going from silly to serious.
Her hands cupped my balls and gently shook them back and forth. “Does that feel good?” she asked.
“It does,” I nodded. I inhaled sharply as she wrapped her fingers around the shaft.
“Where are you going to cum?” she asked me. I indicated the hand towel at my side, which I had planned to use for cleanup, but now that she was taking an interest I felt bolder.
“I can cum all over my chest and then clean it up” I said.
“No, I’d rather have it direct from the source,” she said. She leaned forward and deftly took the head of my cock between her perfect lips, licking up a drop of precum from the tip. I gasped again. She released me and lowered herself more, then gently took one of my balls in, sucking at it softly as her hand stroked my oiled shaft. My right hand groped at her body, cupping her ass, squeezing her thigh, finding her tits. I moaned and panted.
She stood up, and tugged at the straps of her tank top. They fell down her shoulders, and the top itself peeled smoothly down over her tits. Their smooth brown curves swelled and filled the lace-trimmed cups of her white bra to near-overflowing, and her hard nipples pressed through the fabric. I reached up and massaged each one in turn, relishing the softness and warmth. She leaned forward and the weight settled into my hand.
A stroke of silliness came back, and she leaned all the way over me and shimmied them against my face. Then she straightened again, pulled the cups down, and exposed her tits completely, each one round and full, sitting up high and proud on top of the pulled-down bra. I sat up partially and she met me halfway, pressing my face into the delicious warm darkness between them. I kissed her and breathed in the scent of her warm skin while her hand continued to stroke my stiff cock. She turned slightly and I took one of her thick, dark brown nipples into my mouth, sucking it and squeezing the softness behind it.
I pulled away and she looked down at me grinning, then took my hand and placed it back on my cock.
“Here,” she said. “You know when you’re about to finish better than I do.”
I mumbled some sort of appreciation… I had reached the point where a man can no longer maintain his composure and starts to speak in a trembling voice. The pressure that had been building inside me for days was coming to the surface as I ran my hand up and down the oiled shaft of my cock, which was as thick and hard as it has ever been. She parted her lips and positioned herself just above the tip, waiting for the moment when I would finally fall over the edge of orgasm.
The moment came and so did I. She expertly sealed her lips around the top of my cock and I felt the pressure evaporate as several shots of thick cum drained out of me and into her waiting mouth. I was bucking and straining my hips, my eyes closing and opening rapidly, my free hand buried in the hair on the back of her neck while she sucked and swallowed and sucked and swallowed. Gradually my mind returned from the explosive emptiness of orgasm and I found myself panting and chanting ‘goddamn it, fuck, fuck, oh god, oh fuck’ as she calmly lapped up every drop of me.
She stood up again, gazing down at me over her naked tits with a mix of amusement and pride. I panted and breathed and tried to express my thanks and amazement.
“Look,” she said. “I am your wife and the mother of your children. That means you’re stuck with me forever.”
Her tongue darted out over her parted lips, still puffy and glistening with a mix of oil and cum.
“And that includes this mouth.”
And with that, she pulled her top back up, and went about her day.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/qx3h24/my_wife_expertly_teases_and_then_rewards_me_fm
Great Share, your a lucky man