About 10 minutes from home I got a text message from my wife: “Are you almost home? I really need you to be here soon.”
I rolled my eyes. So my son is probably acting like a jerk and my wife is having a bad depression day. So much for relaxing after work.
Got home, parked the car, and dragged my tired, aching back upstairs. As I walked down the hallway toward my bedroom, I saw my son’s bedroom doors closed, which meant he was probably napping. Now confused about the text I received, I started to take my hair down out of my bun as I opened my bedroom door to a bit of humidity and the clean, sweet smell of my wife’s soap.
My dreaded text message had started to take on a much happier meaning. I closed the door behind me and spotted my wife leaning against the wall to my left. She was wearing a thin, loose white tank top that clung just slightly to her damp skin, and a simple but sexy pair of bright blue panties.
I started at her feet and admired my way up her long, curvy legs, caramel colored thighs just touching together below the subtly delicious-looking pussy outline in the underwear. Her midsection curved in from her thick hips, her bare arms crossed across her body and her small tits lied gently on top of them. Her arms pushed her breasts up to form just a bit of cleavage through the neckline of the tank top, long neck led up to her face. Those plump, sexy, amazing lips, her teeth gently biting the bottom one. The tight curls of her hair were still damp from the shower. I recognized the look in those almond shaped eyes. It was the look that meant it was my lucky fucking day. A 9 year marriage made up entirely of my lucky fucking day. “I told you I needed you here soon,” she said.
So much for relaxing after work.
I stepped up to her and wrapped my hands around her waist, sliding my pinky fingers just inside the waistline of her panties, and gave her an appreciative smile. I told her, “Jesus, baby, I knew it was going to be nice to see you, but I didn’t know it was going to be THIS nice to see you.” She slid her arms around my neck and ran her fingers into the long hair at the back of my neck. I leaned in to kiss her.
As I moved my head forward, she suddenly gripped her hand into a fist in my hair, stopping my movement. Surprised and a little pained, I looked at her questioningly. She wrapped her right leg behind my left and put her heel into the crook behind my knee, tripping me. She pushed down on my shoulders until I landed awkwardly on my knees.
“Specifically, I needed your mouth here soon.”
I was looking directly into the the other of the two sexiest sets of lips in the world. Suddenly I couldn’t remember why I wanted to waste time kissing anything else. Not wanting to take the time to slide her underwear down over her feet, I grabbed a fistful of the front of her panties and yanked it to the side. I saw that the hair on her head was the only bit left on her body, and it wasn’t the only thing on her that was a little wet. She must have gotten a tired of waiting and started just a little bit without me. Her clit was even a bit swollen already. I put the tip of my tongue almost to her taint, flattened my tongue out, and slowly ran it all the way up the entire length of her pussy, ending with the tip on her clit, giving it a playful little wiggle.
I expected a giggle – she was always too sensitive for direct clit stimulation right away – but instead she tightened her grip on my hair, this time with both hands, and let out a moan while her body shuddered. “You DID start without me!” I accused.
“Make me regret it,” she breathed, pulling my head closer to her with her grip in my hair.
When we are in bed, especially once she gets going, my wife can and will be aggressive, but usually she’s at least a bit self conscious about getting her pussy eaten. But this was the opposite — she wasn’t sheepish, she was using me to get off. And I figured if I was going to be treated like an object, I’d better live up to the job.
I grabbed two hands full of ass and pulled her to my face. My lips opened wide and softly I sucked a gentle seal centered over her clit and began to slowly rock back and forth, creating a gentle in-out sucking motion just to warm things up. I tickled my tongue in and out of her outer lips, just below her hood. I started to slowly spin my tongue counterclockwise around her clit, the bottom stroke coming slowly and returning quickly on the top, pausing on her upper left to give a little extra flick in the spot I know she loves. We got into a rhythm, her breathing matching my tongue. Slowly drawn in through her teeth on the bottom stroke, exhaled hard through her nose, with a little punctuating whimper each time I got to her spot.
I pulled both hands away from her ass. My right hand I brought down to slide my first finger inside her, pumping firmly against her g-spot. My left I returned to her ass cheek with a loud “SLAP!” Her breathing was quickening enough to turn to gasping, then moaning, then in a voice low enough to be a growl, “oh fuck, baby! My pussy!”
“No, baby. MY pussy. Mmmmm!” I was letting her know she was delicious, but also using my lips to hum vibrations into her clit. I knew I needed to switch it up and give her a break if I didn’t want it to be over yet. And I didn’t.
Reluctantly I backed my mouth away and started gently nibbling at her thighs. I added my middle finger without any difficulty; she was so wet I could feel it running down my wrist by now. I replaced my tongue with my thumb, massaging gently up and down along side her clit, sometimes pushing it back and forth, but keeping sure to make my motions firm, gentle but deep, and slow. I wanted her to build slowly until I made her come. Her clit was swollen and peeking out from behind the hood; I’d occasionally very gently swipe across the tip. Kissing and biting her thighs, switching from the left to the right, I started to stop in the middle to rub my nose on her clit, or tease my tongue just in her outer lips.
She was steadily moaning softly. My dick throbbed in my pants so hard it was starting to hurt. I resisted the urge to throw her on the bed and pound the fuck out of her smooth, wet pussy; at this point we probably both would have finished in 2 minutes, but I didn’t want to waste any attention on myself when I could be filling my eyes, ears, mouth, nose, and fingers with the sensations of making her scream.
As if she sensed my second thinking, she threw her right leg up on my shoulder, grabbed HARD around a fistful of hair. and told me to “get back to work!” She brought her hips away from the wall and started to grind her clit against my tongue, riding my face. I took my left hand off her ass and wrapped above her right leg, locking her in place, and pinched her clit between my thumb and forefinger, pulling back the hood to expose her hard, swollen clit. Gently at first, I used the softer underside of my tongue to work left to right and back again, building gently until she was ready for me to finish her off hard. My fingers inside her stopped the massage and started to speed up and concentrate on thrusting in and out. I added my ring finger, stretching her to the edge of pain. She let out a sound that drove me wild, half moan and half scream.
My neck was starting to hurt from whipping back and forth. My shoulder was sore where she was using her leg as leverage on it. But I couldn’t think of anything other than making her come so hard she would squeeze my fingers out of her. The new angle that her lifted leg provided me allowed me to look at a more upward angle. Her left hand maintained and tightened her grip on the scruff of my neck; her right hand he pushed up her tank top and was caressing her tits. What was once moaning turned to screaming and was now lowering into a loud throaty shout, repeating “FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!”
I tried to reach my hand behind me onto the bed to find a pillow for her to shout into. As soon as she felt me turn slightly away, she yanked at my hair and scolded me to “just fucking pay attention to what you’re supposed to be doing!” I’d never felt like such a sex toy before, and all I could think was I was right where I belonged, on my knees worshipping her pussy from below. Her pussy started pulsing and tightening around my fingers until i couldn’t finger fuck her anymore — it was all I could do to push them to stay inside of her — and I put all the energy I had left into punishing her clit until she couldn’t take it anymore. My ears started to hurt as well; she was wordlessly shouting at the top of her lungs now. She was trying to pull my tongue away from her pussy; I fought her as long as I still had the strength.
After what seemed like 5 minutes her body stopped spasming and started to relax. I very slowly slid my fingers out of her. I brushed my lips as softly as I could in a couple of kisses on her thighs, her shaved bush, and her pelvic bone, and letting my mouth hover over her pussy, I breathed “I love you” so my lips brushed softly over her clit as I said it. I meant it directly to her pussy as much as I did for her.
Suddenly we both realized that my son was crying, woken from his nap. She stepped over me, brushing a trail of her wetness across my forehead as she did so. She turned around, patted me on the head, and said “handle that” before crawling into bed and curling up in a ball with a contented sigh.
As I stood up to walk out, I realized that my pants were soaked with precum; I think I might have been only slightly less wet than her. I grabbed a towel and wiped off my face, but the smell of her lingered in my beard all night, enough to keep my dick half hard. When I had private moments with her the rest of the night, I warned her that her throat was going to pay for the way she used me. The look she gave me challenged me to do my worst.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/7d2fxy/my_first_post_long_winded_but_heyi_was_inspired
That was a nice read. Hope for those of us in long-term, sexually stale relationships.