My wife recently lost her father. Nice guy. Bit of a racist right-wing gun nut, but frequently forgot that he was a conservative and espoused radical ideas like “who cares who someone marries?” (I think) just to freak me out.
Being the senior son-in-law, a lot of the funeral stuff ended up in my lap. I had to arrange the memorial service, take care of a TON of paperwork (who knew dying had so many fucking forms!), set up the wake, and be sort of an “emcee of death” for the family. It was exhausting, but of course not nearly as awful as it was for my wife and her mom & sisters.
The final gathering of family members petered out around 2AM. My sisters in law both stayed in their mom’s home, but my wife and I went back to our hotel. I wasn’t expecting- or even thinking about- sex that night, but after about half an hour of hugging “spoon-fashion,” she rolled over and started kissing me, crying the whole time. A few minutes later, she started scooting down the bed, kissing my chest and stomach along the way.
My wife is a pretty generous and enthusiastic cock sucker. So this isn’t an unusual occurrence. Mind you, she’s rarely sobbing while sucking my cock. But latching on for a nice long blowjob is pretty natural for her.
Given the circumstances, though, it was something of a surprise when she opened her mouth and took me deep into her throat. At first, I thought she just wanted a “sleep suck” (our term for cockwarming). But she reached up and grabbed my hand and then placed it on the back of her head, which is her signal for me to start throat fucking her.
It might have been the exhaustion, or maybe just being in a different bed, but I didn’t last long. My wife’s a moaner when she sucks me off. The harder I get and the closer to cumming, the louder and more emphatic she gets. I came buckets right down her throat as she gave off a series of long low moans, doing her best to get my cock as deep as it could go while I exploded.
Now the “rule” for BJs in our house is that it’s not polite to stop sucking until you’re told. It’s not really a rule, though- she just knows I like the slightly submissive act of waiting for permission. Typically, removing my hand from her head is the signal that it’s OK to pull off and swallow.
Sometimes, especially when we’re both tired, she won’t blow me to completion but instead just go as deep as she can and hold me in her throat. Cockwarming is a pretty regular thing for us, typically on a weekend where neither of us has any other morning obligations. About half the time, she’ll get me off first, knowing how much I love it when she has my cum in her mouth and throat for extended periods.
For whatever reason, I was in the mood for some long cumwarming that night. So I kept my hand on the back of her head, firmly ensuring that my cock was as deep as it could go while still allowing her room to breathe. The last thing I remembered was seeing the blue LEDs on the hotel nightstand alarm clock reading 3:30AM.
When I woke up, that same clock read 7:45 and her mouth was still full of my cock (and cum). She was sound asleep, completely exhausted and wiped out from two days of highly emotional family gatherings. I tried to pull out of her mouth, but she mumbled something incoherent around my cock, gave a few somnolent sucks to get me hard and then pushed me deeper before falling back asleep. I don’t think she actually woke up- she had no recollection of that when I mentioned it later. At 9:00, I woke up to the sensation of her facefucking me with a mouthful of cum (or whatever leftovers that hadn’t ended up in the puddle of cum drool gluing her cheek to the sheets).
I was pisshard, so it took me a long time to cum. And being a good girl, she sucked my cum to a full frothy foam before finally letting my cock out of her throat and swallowing two loads worth of semen in slow deliberate gulps.
There was just enough time for her to carefully lick me clean before we had to scramble to catch our flight home. Neither of us realized it at the time, but she spent the entire flight with a round spot of dried semen crust on her neck. I mean, anybody who knew what that was *knew* what that was. But whatever. It wasn’t the first time she had dried cum on her face (or in this case, neck) in public.
That was a few months ago. She’s still broken up about losing her dad, and she still uses my cock for an occasional “comfort suck.” But she’s feeling better every day, and I don’t mind being part of that process.
tl;dr: post-funeral cuddling morphed into an all-night cumwarming session followed by a morningwood blowjob.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/x6a5jr/mf_cockwarming_comfort_after_her_dads_funeral