This is a true story. All of my stories are and will be true.
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“I think you need to get down there and clean me up,” I told him. He looked at me bewildered. I look him in the eyes, glance down at my vagina, and back up at him silently reiterating what I just said verbally.
“You know I’m only super horny and perverted before I cum. I did and now I’m chill.”
I motion him to get closer with my finger.
“Come here, baby.”
He leans in. I stretch my neck up out of the recliner I’m sitting in like I’m going to kiss him. At the last minute I move my head to the side so I’m right at his ear. I suddenly think of the sultry way Persephone talks in The Matrix movies and decide to mimic her tone.
“Get down on your knees and lick my pussy clean or I will lock you up for a week and cuck you with all the toys I have that your skinny dick can’t reach.”
I know. Might be the most direct and threatening I’ve ever been with him. But maybe I should back up and summarize how we got here.
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We had gone out to a show and had some drinks. He wanted to get something to eat afterwards, but I was very horny and wanted to get him home as fast as possible. On our Lyft ride home he fingered me in the back seat while able to carry on a perfect conversation with the driver about local restaurants and upcoming events. As we neared our house he stopped and texted me to hand him my panties. My dress was already hiked up so pulling them down and handing them to him wasn’t difficult. He’s such a good pervert.
We walked in and making out in the family room. Lifting up my dress and grabbing my ass. Running his mouth over my ample cleavage. Things were moving quickly.
I started undoing his pants, feeling his erection pressing against my hands. When he felt the clasp of his jeans release he quickly unbuttoned his shirt and took it off, and then pulled his undershirt off over his head. He was already erect and I wanted him badly, so I turned around and put my knees in the recliner and bent over. He started to slide his dick in, but missed. I felt him try again and it again didn’t work. I heard him heavy sigh.
He had lost his erection. Too much alcohol.
So I got down and on my knees and started to suck on his limp dick. About a minute goes by and he starts moaning. Fuck, I realized he was going to cum. I take his dick out of my mouth and press it to his belly.
I don’t swallow cum from limp dicks.
He cups his hand and catches the cum as it comes out. He tells me to stay. He runs off down the hall and comes back with a vibrator, a suction cup dildo, and some lube.
I sit down in the recliner and he lubes up the vibrator. He starts using it on my clit and it eventually goes in me. It feels fucking magnificent, but it’s not getting me there. He lubes up the dildo and starts rhythmically fucking me with it while using the vibrator on my clit. Hard to put into words how great it feels (fucking amazing), but not getting close to orgasm. So he starts fingering my asshole as well (VERY talented with his hands), which is my favorite sexual act, but still not working. After five to ten minutes we stop and he’s looking at me looking for an indication of what’s next.
I may have drunk too much alcohol, too, keeping me from finishing. But he got to finish, and I’m not letting him off the hook.
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So we left off at the ultimatum. My lips to his ear telling him to lick my pussy (and I’m hoping my asshole) clean or he gets a week of locked up torture. And I teased him about his skinny dick, but it’s actually quite good. Seven inches long, but below average on girth. A little skinny. I actually love it and can orgasm instantly on it, but he enjoys being a submissive sometimes, hence having a penis cage in the house, and I’m drunk enough to be mean tonight.
“Babe . . .” he starts to whisper.
Still in my best sultry Monica Bellucci, and still an inch from his ear, “If you say another word before cleaning me, you will be immediately locked.”
His head moves to being nose to nose with me staring directly into my eyes. I put my forefinger to his lips and lift my eyebrows. It’s decision time for him.
Five seconds go by and it feels like a minute. Then 10 seconds and now it’s starting to feel like an eternity. But he concedes, and starts to slide down. I can feel his body move against mine. He stops and starts kissing my breasts and stomach. I assume he’s delaying, still processing the request.
But this is not what I wanted. It’s nice, but don’t try to distract or stall me, hubby.
I close my eyes, I put both of my hands on top of his head like I’m about to do CPR on his brain, and slowly push him down towards my vagina. I feel his body move. His breathing against my skin gets lower and lower until I know his face is level with my agonizingly un-satisfied vagina. I know he can see and smell the excessive lube still spread on my soft skin.
There’s a pause.
I feel his tongue slowly slide against my inner thigh. And then again. And then against the other. He goes back and forth to each thigh slowly licking. Cleaning. Getting closer and closer to my vagina. I’m smiling, still with my eyes closed, hoping he’s looking up and seeing my contentment, wondering what I’m feeling or imagining.
And then he reaches my vagina. There is another pause. I open my eyes and he’s looking up at me. We stare into each other’s eyes for a few seconds and I lift my eyebrows again. Decision time again, lover.
He leans forward and I see, and feel, him licking my outer labia. Slowly. I close my eyes and lean further back making sure he has full access to his duty. He continues to lick slow, one side and then the other, moving closer to my pink folds. I decide it’s time to really make it hit home what he’s doing.
“Ummmmmm, see baby, it’s not so bad at all. Make sure you clean up all the lube,” I tease, “I think your mouth should clean me more often. And it feels . . . SO . . . GOOD.” As a punctuate my words I grind my hips and am now rubbing my vagina all over his face.
He reacts. Now moving his tongue quickly over all of my vagina. I let him. He spends extra time licking the full length of my pink folds, stopping to lick my clit for a long time and then moving to get his tongue as far as he can into my vagina.
And then it stops.
I open my eyes and he’s looking up at me. We continue to stare into each other as he leans forward and slowly licks up and down my vagina. He thinks he’s done and I’m satisfied, but I’m not, so he’s not.
I lean my hips back. He stops licking, but keeps his tongue out. There is a pause. I slowly move my hand to the top of his head, for the last time lift my eyebrows, and push his head lower. I feel his tongue glide past the bottom of my vagina. And then to my favorite place, my tight asshole.
I close my eyes again and lay my head back. I relish as he moves his tongue up and down my asshole. He does circles slowly into it and presses in as far as he can. It’s amazing, fucking amazing. I start to grind hips again, rubbing my ass against his mouth and face. And then I stop, and he stops.
I open my eyes. And he’s looking up at me, I assume wondering, again, if it’s over.
“How was that baby,” he asks.
I purr, “Fucking fantastic.”
“Are we done, baby?”
“For the moment, but I’m not sure you fully made it up to me, yet.”
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/6auify/mf_wife_gets_back_at_hubby_that_cant_satisfy