[M]y wi[F]e treats me to my fantasy only for it to be interrupted with the worst timing.

About a week ago my wife ordered three new swimsuits and a couple of sports bras for rounding out the summer as it’s currently super hot where we live. Very proudly, she tried on all of her new items and made sure I gave my input. She looked amazing to me in all three swimsuits (of course) but it was one of the sports bras that especially caught my eye. I love her boobs, but there’s something especially alluring to me about sports bras and this one was no exception. It was single strap, intended for use with a summer dress she already had. The strap sort of had a criss-cross webbing across the top for providing lift and support. She tried it on and we both, with wide eyes, immediately noticed that this bra accentuated her cleavage way more than anything else she’s ever worn…like, comically so. She wore it proudly and smirked as I couldn’t keep my hands off of her. Within 10 minutes she had ordered another.

Fast forward a week and I’m sitting bored at work, having powered through all morning. My mind starts to wander, and honestly, I had been fantasizing for the past week of her using the new bra to titfuck me given that titfucking is one of my biggest fetishes. It’s just so hot to me, especially visually, and I couldn’t stop imagining my cock being squeezed by her perfect, tight cleavage, like in this gif: [https://www.pornhub.com/gif/17571481](https://imgur.com/xdVyUJV)

We had been texting all day, so I decided to ask her, “think you can use your new bra on me tonight? I’ve been fantasizing about it for a week.” She kindly obliged with a simple “of course” and then my impatient self started counting down the time.

She was working late, so I made sure to have everything ready for her when she got home so that she could just drop everything, eat dinner, and then relax a bit before the time came. I even lit a bunch of candles after cleaning up so that the whole house could gain some atmosphere and bit of a sexy scent.

So she comes in, sets down her various bags and keys on the table where I had a lavender candle lit. We debrief a bit about the day, she eats, and then we head back to the bedroom.

We both strip and she carefully puts on the sports bra that has had a meteoric rise to lingerie status. She spends a few seconds adjusting it in our full length mirror, making sure to get it just right. She spins around and looks incredible. Not only are her boobs bursting out but she looks radiantly beautiful as well despite a long day at work.

She lets me know she’s going to massage my back first, so I lay on my front on the bed and she straddles me. I can feel the warmth of her pussy on my back as she rapidly rubs the coconut oil between her palms to warm it up. She proceeds to give me a very sensual massage with long, gliding movements of her hands, melting the stress of my day away.

After about 10 mins, she has me flip over so that she can massage both of my hands. Hand massages are amazing by the way if you spend most of your day typing, but I’m getting sidetracked. Anyways, once she was done with my hands she began to encircle my cock and balls with her hands in a teasing fashion.

At this point I was leaking so much precum as I was dying to have her touch my cock–but that’s one of the best parts, isn’t it? The anticipation? She eventually repositioned so that she was lounging on her side between my legs, head right above my cock. She began to gracefully rake her fingers over my frenulum as precum continued to dribble out: my cock twitching and weeping with pleasure from the teasing. She uses the precum as lube as she makes little circles on my frenulum with her thumbprint.

She then begins to run her tongue up and down my cock with the occasional swirl around the head of my cock before adding the playful pop of her lips right over the top, finishing with a sloppy kiss of the head. 5 minutes pass by of this: more tongue play, her pouty lips gliding over my cock head, and little sucking kisses of my frenulum (personal favorite move of hers). This whole time her tits are hanging right in front my cock–a foreboding of what’s to come. At this point I had to have her back off because it was just too much. I was ready to pop from how turned on I was.

After such incredible buildup she raised up and asked if I wanted her to put my cock between her tits. I muttered a breathless ‘yeah.’ I remained laying down and she got on her knees and leaned over me, her big tits hovering over my cock. I already felt like I was going to last maybe 15 seconds because of how hot and bothered she had gotten me. She grabbed my cock, began to lift up her bra to slide me in, when suddenly…

*BEEEP BEEP BEEEP … BEEEP BEEP BEEEP … BEEEP BEEP BEEEP*

We both froze and gave each other a look like, “what the hell is that?” The noise was piercing and we didn’t quite recognize it. As my swollen (but quickly shriveling) cock sit in my wife’s hand I have a split second calculation run through my brain when I realize…THE CANDLES!

I sprang up and ran to the kitchen where the fire alarm was going off. As I’m running down the hall I’m praying it’s just the candle and that I’m not going to run in to see my kitchen ablaze. I arrive, and to my horror, my wife’s lunch bag had fallen over on top of the lavender candle. The bag was completely charred on top with a flame that was about the size of a volleyball. I made a quick decision to pickup the bag to remove it from the source fire of the candle. Like an idiot, I stood there in the kitchen, and two feet away from my sink, trying to blow the fire out. I only blew it twice before realizing how stupid I was and threw it in the sink, ran the water, and the flames almost immediately went out. As proof, here is a pic of the bag!: [https://imgur.com/0OvCEnx](https://imgur.com/0OvCEnx)

While that was going on, my wife decided to proactively open all the windows and the front door to let all the smoke out. Keep in mind, I’m half mast, partially covered in coconut oil, and if someone were walking their dog in front of our house (which occurs about every 15 mins), they would have easily been able to see me standing at the sink, completely nude. Given the intensity of the situation I didn’t raise any complaints but calmly shut the door while leaving the windows open. We both began to laugh as she hugged me. “I was literally about to have one of the greatest orgasms of my life” I said to her as she began to laugh even harder. “Don’t worry, you’ll get it back” she responded.

After a couple of minutes pass we go back to bed. “Do we need to start all over?” she joked. We try to jump right back in where we were as she oils my cock up again and starts stroking me. Despite all the excitement and fear, I couldn’t help but get almost immediately rock hard again in her hands. She leaned over, and I thrusted my cock between her tits. The mechanics are a bit awkward since we haven’t done this much, but visually it still was super hot to me as my cock slid between her juicy tits. The head of my cock reappearing with every pump. It wasn’t long before I busted and my cum glazed her gorgeous tits.

After she got up and went to the bathroom I hugged her and thanked her, mainly for being such a great wife who puts so much care and attention into my pleasure….but also for helping me avoid disaster.

The orgasm was great, but perhaps would have been even better if not interrupted by a near catastrophic house fire, but there’s always next time.

I’ll just have to be sure to use the electric, faux candle set we have. 😉

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/wauzhk/my_wife_treats_me_to_my_fantasy_only_for_it_to_be