[M]y Husband is incredibly lucky [F]or this… [Part 2]

The first part of my story went way better than I hoped it would so I’m back to write more! The first part of my story is [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/k42ekp/my_husband_is_incredibly_lucky_for_this). If they keep doing well I’ll keep writing them! In short, we were high school sweethearts now all the way post college in the beginning of a pregnancy with horrible morning sickness and as a last resort gave my husband a terrible blowjob to see if his bullshit idea of the sperm of the father helping morning sickness was right. It actually helped a great deal (the lucky jerk) and I surprised him with our first sex in a month when he got home and had come to truly love swallowing his cum instead of just occasionally doing it to make him happy. If that first day was laying the groundwork for our new sexual relationship, the day after was for building something solid on top of it that could stand the test if time.

The next morning I woke up before him like I usually do. I toss and turn a bit, fighting the new day, and eventually sit up, you know, like how literally every normal person gets out of bed. Too fast apparently. My stomach turns in knots as a queezy feeling starts to overtake me. Not today. In “a new me” fashion I immediately knew the answer: his cock in my mouth like right now. Horniness starts creepinging in around the edges of queezy. I hadn’t felt like this since we were college kids who could finally have sleepovers without worrying about our parents. It was liberating to awaken this side of me and I loved it despite the reason behind it. After a quick bathroom stop I’m ready to get what I need and climb back in bed. I usually sleep in a loose t shirt and panties and he usually sleeps in just boxers. He used to wake me up with morning wood all the time way back when, now it was my turn (a first.)

He’s still asleep as I carefully get between his legs under the covers. In the darkness I find his penis through his boxers and *sigh* no morning wood. Around this point I’m hit with a bit of nausia and dizziness from my morning sickness in combination with the darkness. “Damnit. I need his cum before I get real bad.” Something about this biologic need for him turned me on almost beyond compare. It still does. Whatever changed in my brain yesterday isn’t changing back and I’m more than ok with that.

He’s not moving or sounding like he’s awake yet so with my new horny fueled determination I pull his dick out through the boxer hole and put the whole thing in my mouth while still flaccid (a first.) I’ve never been able to get more than maybe two thirds of it in when hard so having a whole soft dick in my mouth is a little bit of a rush for me (I now years later think it may have given me that little extra confidence boost to really get into deep throating down the road but that’s another story.) To be frank at the time I had no idea what I was doing with a soft cock but despite that it quickly starts growing in my mouth until I can’t fit the whole thing in anymore. Such a cool guy thing, it’s one of my favorites. Now I’m in familiar territory and start fighting the good fight. His legs start moving and his breathing changes as I’m getting into a nice rythm. I can her some familiar grunts and groans of waking up. My mouth stays right where I want it.

The covers fly off my head and there is my lovable goof with his mouth ajar staring down at disbelief. He lets out a loud groan of pleasure while letting his head rest back on his pillow, saying “o God, you’re amazing, holy shit, I love you” if I remember right. I pull my head up and starting at the base of his cock slowly lick all the way up, say “I love you too” and then put as much of him as I could fit into my mouth. His groan is music to my ears as I really start going at it. Me being turned on by giving him pleasure is turning him on even more which is getting me wet and the cycle just grows and grows as I use every blowjob tool in my then repitiore. It. Is. Heaven.

After clearing the cobwebs off yesterday it takes him a long while to get there this time. My hand, shoulders, and especially mouth/jaw are really starting to hurt just as he tells me he is going to cum (the gentleman.) I bring my mouth around his head and keep pumping as he lets several spurts of that sweet sweet cum loose in my mouth. It’s not a lot compared to his usual loads, I guess we had too much fun yesterday, but it is still plenty for me and I swallow every drop like the good cumslut wife I now am.

He’s still panting with a giant grin in that post nut clarity we all know and love when I get up and out of the bed and tell him thanks but I need to shower now and get ready to actually go to work for a change.

“Wait, I need to pee so bad!”

I lock the door behind me and hop in the shower. I’m running late and want to be on time for my first day back at work in weeks. We catch up in the kitchen making our breakfasts. The conversation that followed went something like this:

“Soooooo that was an amazing alarm clock! After yesterday I didn’t know if we were really gonna be doing that more, not that I’m complaining.”

“O yea, I was being fully serious yesterday and have every intention of this being our new sex life. Just don’t think you need to impress me or anything all the time. I did already marry you after all. You don’t need to hold back you cum.”

“O that, yes, sorry. I wasn’t holding back, I guess after being backed up and the amazing everything yesterday I was starting from an ’empty tank’ haha”

“Hahaha ok well as long as we’re married ‘that tank’ is never going to be that full again, I promise you that! It’s just my mouth started to hurt towards the end is all. I guess when you get home you’re just going to have to fuck me instead.”

I take my tea and toast to go as my dumb goofball probably has too many cheerios falling out of his mouth to respond. If yesterday was a surprise for him after work today was anything but. This time I wanted to work him up as much as possible with anticipation. We sexted all day in between me having to tell co-workers that the vitamin B and totally not cum was the answer to my morning sickness. All day all we texted about is what we are going to do when we get home. I made the mistake of not masterbating when I was still at home so my texts were especially filthy (a first, I was always too timid to go into any real detail.) I don’t remember exactly what I said and the texts are lost to several phones ago, but they were certainly along the lines of “I want to milk every last drop of cum out of your perfect cock.” “I need you to eat my pussy just how I like it before you fuck me.” “I can’t wait to taste my grool on your dick.” This level of sexting was driving me wild and what got me going even more was he sounded like he was finally getting it too, that I really wanted to be his cumslut wife forever and this is how I wanted it to be from now on. He stayed right with me telling me he wanted to cum all over me and see me lick it up. He also kept saying I kept making it hard to concentrate and also just plain old hard which was making it impossible to be productive. Good.

I get home before him like usual and am READY to go. He gets home and comes in through the garage door shooting in like a bat out of hell. I hear him throw all his shit on the floor, kick his shoes off, and start happy speed walking towards the stairs. He does not make it. On the way to the stairs he turns the corner to go through the kitchen and stops dead in his tracks when he sees me. I’m naked, already wet with anticipation spread eagle on the counter.

“Don’t just look at it, eat it.”

Nothing else is said. He wastes no time with the usual leg kissing and teasing and gets right to it (first time of us doing anything on a counter.) Quick sidebar, so my husband and I have only been with each other our whole lives, but I know in my bones beyond a shadow of a doubt that his tongue and the oral skills with it are one of god’s gift to women, and I just happen to be the lucky woman who locked him down first. He has never once not gotten me to orgasm with oral, and it’s usually nothing short of spectacular. He can even slow me down or speed me up as he wants and loves to toy with me, getting me close just to back me off so he can stay there longer. I always felt so bad for my girlfriend’s stuck with partners who refused to even half ass it. I learned to not humblebrag to these women, as the envy I could get would be nothing short of rediculous. How I would love to tell those bitches that right now his tongue is an American embassy worker and my pussy is the last chopper out of vietnam. As I am lying in bliss I can hear him undoing his pants and now I’m pretty sure his missing hand is stroking himself as the extra juices of a monster of an orgasm cover his face. He’s not messing around. He got me there fast. I scream in delight and writhe on the counter. This is still just foreplay.

After taking a moment to come down from my Everest of a high I look down to see my orally gifted hubby ripping his shirt off and thinking we are gonna have the whole show right here. I was hoping for more of a marathon than I sprint this time and a counter is not ideal for marathon sex, so I sat up, pushed him away with a playful smile, walked past him and led him by his rock hard cock to the stairs. We stop at the bottom and make out. I taste my orgasm on him, even kick some off his chin and cheek. My hand has never left his dick.

I steer his back to the stairs and push him down to sit on them. No sooner than his ass hits the stairs my knees hit the floor and his penis hits my lips (a first bj on stairs!) He leans back with his elbows on the next stair up and just takes in the view. My jaw is immediately angry at me for giving this man a months worth of blowjobs in 48 hours. I still do my best, with frequent hand and licking breaks but this is still just foreplay thankfully. He is going wild anyway from the show.

Main event time. In formally blue balled corner, coming in at 6.5 inches of perfect steel hard thickness, taker of my virginity, impregnator of my womb, undisputed whiskey dick champion of freshman year…it’s my huUUUUUUuuussssbands cooOOOoooock! In the other beating red hot corner, perfectly shaved per his exact specifications, taker of his virginity, the cause of that pesky premature ejaculation phase…it’s my puuuUUUuuuuuuusssssyyYYYYYyyyyy. I stand up and turn around, then slowly start lowering myself on him (stair sex, another first!) Our parts match perfectly, all is right in the world, somewhere a elderly man flies dove in celebration. All the pain from yesterday is gone and what is left is pure pleasure for both parties. His hands find my ass as we move in perfect rythm together. Husband and wife in pure physical love. All. Is. Right. If there are any ladies reading this they know as hot as this position is it can be very tiring. I pull myself him up off him and dart of up the stairs past him towards our bedroom. Now up until this point as I’m sure you have noticed, I had been steering the sexual ship. Up until this exact moment my husband still seemed a bit skeptical/cautious about this whole new me. Maybe he thought it was just a phase or hormones or whatever, but when he caught up to me in the hallway and bent me over by my hair (a first) I knew we were together in this. In my last story I mentioned how he has always had a higher sex drive than me. It was here and now when it clicked for him I was now on his level and he could be the man he always deep down wanted to be with me. This taking control of me was the thing I didn’t know wanted. I could feel my grool dripping down both legs. Years of yoga did me good as I was able to maintain a good angle and balance as he made me his sex toy right there in the hallway. I am screaming in delight as he is telling me to take it like the good cumslut I am. He tells me I get this dick forever. He tells me he has a huge load of cum for me if I am a good little with the for him. I leg quiver orgasm again to the point of collapse as he stands over me in satisfaction and dominance, stroking his cock. He’s not done with me yet.

It’s all too much. Everything is right and my emotions overwhelm me as I start crying. The mood shifts from pure sex to concern. He sits down with me and I have to explain how I can’t believe how lucky I am to have him in my life. How I can’t believe my own prudeness had kept us from this amazing pleasure for so long. How I feel so guilty he had to repress his desires for so long. How it was all just to good to be true. How much I love him. He puts both hands on my checks and pull me in for a kiss that is an eternity in the blink of an eye. He tells me life would not be worth living without me. He tells me that while he always has and always will love me, this new sexualized version of myself was as if he had died and gone to heaven. He tells me if he could freeze time forever that it would be this perfect moment right here. We kiss again. I don’t know how much time has passed. What did I do to deserve this amazing life?

We pull back from our embrace at some point and emotions have finally leveled off. He helps me up and we have a good laugh at the total absurdity of the moment. We are covered in our juices, the kitchen counter has got to be sticky as shit, and in the background somewhere there is still a need to for his cum for both of us. I take his hand gently and lead him to our room. I can tell by his body language he is unsure which part of the roller coaster we are on. His dick is in limbo, not soft but not hard, just a gradual slope downward into nothing like the 2008 housing market. He stops when I let go of his hand by our bed, lay down on it with my pussy on the edge while holding my legs up in the air.

“We are still doing this, I want your cum all over my tummy this time, please give me your cum. I want it. I need it. Please.”

By the time I say please I can see his dick getting harder again as any ambiguity is washed off his face with schoolboy glee. I just love him so much. That ear to ear smile he gets when he knows what he is about to do to me gets me EVERY time. My knees would have gotten weak if they weren’t already in the air. He steps up to me grabbing on of my legs with one hand and stroking himself with the other. In another first, he bends down and licks the grool from my thigh all the way up to my pussy where he takes a minute to make sure I’m really turned on again. Wow. I soon feel his head at my lips as he pushes his way back in me. Commercial break is over and we are back to the final round of our main event. He grabs my ankles and spreads my legs apart nice and wide so he can get balls deep in me. Every inch of him feels better than the last. His steady full length pumping has us both rolling our eyes back in nirvana. He looks down at me as I look back at him. Our eyes meet. He starts pumping faster and groaning louder.

“Yes, please cum for me, cover me in your cum. Please, please, give it to…”

He pulls out and puts his dick up and over my pussy as he starting shooting rope after rope after rope of hot cum. His groans as he covers me in cum are so fucking hot. All that teasing at work had payed off as his load was noticeably bigger than the morning. He got me from neck all the way to what felt like a swimming pool on my tummy. As he finished he stayed right with me. He wanted to see it all. I took my finger and swiped up a good amount from where it felt the thickest without looking away from him and put it in my mouth. It tasted really good. He bit his lip and held my legs for me as he watched me do it again and again until I got whatever I could.

“That was amazing. Thank you, you taste so good”

“You’re welcome, but you missed some.”

In the last first of this story, he took his finger and wiped up a bit that I had missed under a boob and put it in my mouth where I sucked it off his finger like a good cumslut. It tasted even better this way. He groaned as I sucked every bit off and then collapsed on the bed, spent. I got up, peed, and then collapsed next to him. Conversation, pizza, and TV would come later, but for now in each other’s arms we drifted off to sleep without a problem or care in the world.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/k7epvj/my_husband_is_incredibly_lucky_for_this_part_2