An at-home happy ending [MF]

This is my first attempt at posting on any of these subs, but my saint of a girlfriend has been planning something extra slutty for me for Father’s Day and I know posting this story for all to see will be a great way to kick off whatever she has planned!

Happy Father’s Day!
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If you’ve got a penis, and you’ve gotten a handjob to completion, you know how wonderful they can be. Unfortunately for most of us we’ve all been beating our meat so often for so long that it takes more than just a few lubed up-downs on ye olde donger to get off. Even then, some handjobs can feel dissatisfying, leaving you drained yes, but ultimately *unfulfilled*. But if you’ve ever had a mind blowing handjob… a real “I saw the eyes of God and he is CUM” moment, you know what I’m talking about.

You never forget those handjobs.

My girlfriend Annie and I have been all but inseparable since we began dating. She’s 21, tiny (ex-cheerleader), about 5’5” with shoulder length brown hair, and the biggest most beautiful brown doe eyes you ever did see. Her assets – B cups (my fucking **favorite**) and an ass that just will not quit… good god I love her ass. The first time I saw her I was literally *stunned*.

We unintentionally got pregnant very early into our relationship. A child can be taxing on even the most healthy of relationships, and ours is no exception. To add to that; until recently, we were all but destitute, relying on the generosity of family to give us places to stay and help out with childcare.

In the midst of these living situations times can become stressful – wondering how you’re going to pay bills, if you’ll be able to move out of your family’s basement, etc. Sometimes it can all be a bit too much to handle. This story happened on one of those extra-awful days.
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“Let me give you a bath,” Annie said.

She could tell how unbelievably stressed I was. I’m a few years removed from the stress so I couldn’t tell you *why*, but I know my top was about to blow.

“Uhm… I… I guess that would be nice,” I responded.

“I’ll ask your parents and have them watch {childsName} for a while so you can just relax. You need it,” Annie chimed, with nothing but love in her eyes.

I knew I did, but I’m not one to ask for help, and accepting it is even more difficult. This day, though, I swallowed my pride and gracefully accepted. I *genuinely* thought she was just going to wash my body.

After childcare was sorted, Annie ushered my skulking, hypertensioned self into the bathroom. She ran the water and got it just right, placing a rolled towel at the head (foot?) of the bathtub where I could rest my noggin. She turned on our bluetooth speaker to some zen music you might hear in a massage parlor, and used a small red lamp to light the bathroom, opting to keep the bright vanity lights off. It made for an incredibly calming setting. Still, I was quite stressed.

I disrobed, and entered the bath.

A bit about me:
I’m 28, 6’3”, built like a tree trunk, but with a dad bod (only worsened by lockdown… thanks ‘Rona) covered in tattoos, and, at the time, sporting a thick beard with a *mean* top knot I was quite proud of. Probably one of my favorite looks on me but I digress.

Stepping into the bath it was perfectly warm. I don’t understand how moms know the exact temperature to run baths at, but this mom is a pro. I slowly sunk into the tub, my naked body displacing the water. As mentioned, I’m pretty tall, so I’m not able to sit fully under the water, so my knees poked through the water, along with my grower dick. (7” on a good day? Idfk)

I somehow managed to get my shoulders submerged and laid there as my muse began collecting the items she’d need for this bath.

She began by washing my hair. You know how awesome it feels to have your hair washed before getting it cut? Multiply that by 10 and draw it out longer – that’s what happened here. Just a lovely experience all around.

Still, I’m stressed, but calming down. Her hands felt so good on my head. (FORESHADOWING)

Next, Annie dunked a wash cloth into the water and rubbed bar soap into it, making it nice and sudsy. She started with my chest, moving to my arms, my armpits, and my upper body. She took great care to get every inch of me.

I’m still stressed, but god damn does it feel good to be touched.

Again, dunking the cloth in the water she wet and re-suds’d her tools and began on my lower half starting with my feet. A foot rub/scrub combo is a pretty heavenly experience, but what comes next pushes it over the edge.

She scrubs my shins, the back of my thighs, and has me lift my hips and really scrubs my ass crack. Annie’s touching some erogenous zones, so my cock can’t help but stiffen up a bit. She notices and smiles, acknowledging it with a soft, trailing, “MMMmmm…”

Next, she scrubs my balls, taking extra time there to make sure they’re very well handled and washed. Finally, she scrubs my dick, masturbating my cut cock a bit to make sure it’s nice and clean for the remainder of the bath’s activities.

Given that the bath water is now filled with dirty, soapy water, Annie without a word drains it, rinses the tub with me still in it, and starts the water again, making it a touch hotter than before. The juxtaposition of going from fully submerged, to cold air, to hot water is invigorating. I figure I’m going to soak in here for a bit then get out at my leisure, probably after a brief nap. Instead, Annie did something that would forever change the way I view myself (and her) sexually.

Annie left the bathroom for a few minutes, allowing me to relax a bit in the hot water. She re-enters the bathroom and begins gently touching my member. I’m a grower, but it didn’t take long for me to stand straight up out of the water. The only part of me that’s exposed to the air are my knees, and whatever part of my hard cock she isn’t rubbing.

She reaches down and grabs some coconut oil (great lubricant btw) and begins stroking me as I let out a moan
“Oh my god *yusssss*….” I moan, as I crack my eyes to see how she looks as she’s tugging me. It’s clear that this has been her plan all along, the minx.

She shushes me, “Relax, you need to release.”

At this point, my brain cannot comprehend what is happening. The love of my life just scrubbed me clean, and is now planning to masturbate me to completion? During our lifetimes, most penis-owners won’t get a good handjob, let alone one purely based on their pleasure and relaxation.

I’ve died and gone to heaven.

I do as I’m told and relax as much as possible as she continues to methodically stroke my cock, adding coconut oil as needed. I can feel the head of my cock swelling in her pretty little hand. The zen music continues playing in the background of the dimly lit bathroom of my childhood home, as my bombshell of a life partner waxes my pole solely for my relaxation.

After a while of this I’m good and edged, but I can’t cum. I’m too stuck in my head. I’m too stressed. I need more stimulation. When we fuck, I fuck her HARD. Something’s not right. She senses this, and slowly reaches for my phone, navigating to an incognito window with Pornhub’s “threesome” category loaded up. She knows how bad I want to bring another girl into the bedroom. We haven’t yet, but there’s some fun stuff surrounding it that I could be convinced to write up.

She tells me to pick out a video.
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I open my eyes.

For the first time since the beginning of the bath, I dry my pruny hands off and select a video. Whenever we watch FFM porn together, I always pick a girl and tell her, “that’s you.” This time is no different.

“This one is you,” I whisper to her.

“Mmmmm…!” She coos.

She takes my phone, holding it with her left hand, stroking my now engorged cock with her right.

Quick recap:

The most beautiful person I’ve ever laid eyes on, the mother of my child, my life partner, is masturbating me after washing my entire body, while holding my phone with threesome porn playing where I’m fantasizing about fucking another woman with her.

Friends, even now, remembering this experience, I could die a happy man.

She continues stroking, paying close attention to the head of my cock, focusing on the ridge of the glans, using her thumb and index finger to carefully wrap around and squeeze it just a little extra. She’s found her rhythm, and I’m letting her know by producing lazy, guttural moans, not unlike noises I imagine animals make in nature without all of the societal pressures surrounding sex.

I’m trying to remain as relaxed as possible; to not lift my hips and fuck her pretty hand. I’m letting the tension build as much as I can before the main event, taking close care to relax every muscle I notice that tightens. I want her hand to do 100% of the work here, I want to know what a completely relaxed orgasm feels like.

(Digression: Most of the time us penis-owners do a lot of the physical work during intercourse, so being completely relaxed while cumming is a whole other experience. Try it sometime!)

As the video continues, the two women simultaneously get on their hands and knees and bend over doggy style, presenting their perfectly manicured pussies to the man who I imagine as myself. In the video, “I” enter “Annie” from behind and fuck her good, while grabbing the other girls ass and fingering her glistening cunt a bit. I know what’s going to happen next. “I’m” going to pull “my” cock out of “Annie” and, bareback, stuff it in this other girl that the “we” have brought to bed. This is my favorite part. The part in every threesome video where Pornhub analytics *knows* I close the tab.

Annie continues stroking, faster now, watching the video along with me. She has to be wet.

“I” enter the second girl in the video.

I breathlessly tell Annie, “I’m gonna cum.”

“Do it baby. You need to cum. Let it all out.”

And that’s all it takes. I make sure to relax as much as possible, and I let all of the stress of the past few months go. I feel my balls tuck up inside my body as my testes force out the strongest spurt of sperm of my life up ‘til that point. I could’ve put a hole in a wall with that yogurt rope.

Annie continues to stroke me as whip after whip of thick, white cum erupts from the purple head of my cock. She encourages me, “It’s ok baby, let it go, let it allllllll go…”

The world goes dark. I can’t see anything, smell anything, feel anything, other than this massive ejaculation. I am so tunnel visioned on the way my dick feels right now, it’s like my brain has turned off every other non-essential program and my entire reality is sexual ecstasy. I’m “zoomed in” to the way my cock feels and everything else fades into the background.

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As the spermstorm winds down, I’m still cumming, so she moves her hand down to the base of my shaft, continuing to stroke, careful to avoid the head as it gets quite sensitive post-nut; my cock is still spasming in her hand. Though I’ve finished slinging slime, I’m still orgasming and wave after wave of pleasure washes over me until it finally subsides with me in a slouched mess, feeling about the same consistency as the water I’m bathing in.

I remain in the warm bath water as my muse turns off the porn and grabs the wash cloth yet again, this time to clean the cum off my chest, crotch, and cock as it slowly shrinks back to its normal size with every visible heartbeat. Now that I’m clean, Annie kisses my forehead and leaves the bathroom, leaving me to sit in ecstasy and contemplate what just happened.

I’m *finally* less stressed now.

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