So my husband and I had exchanged nothing but civilities for 48 hours. He was annoyed about…well, I’m not really sure what he was annoyed about, but I was bored of it and also very, very horny.
I’d just ran myself a bath && he mentioned something about ordering trainers online. Things were starting to thaw apparently so I took a shot. As I was pottering about I sent him a link to a most delicious looking (mild) bondage set and told him if he was ordering stuff anyway then he can get this for me. I heard the ping of the text and about 3 and a half seconds later he was standing in front of me.
I tried to look surprised, to look innocent, but it had been 5 days, I can only hold out so long. Next thing I know I’m being dragged to the bedroom, conveniently naked prior to my now forgotten bath. I laughed as he threw me on the bed and stood next to it, taking off his shorts, tshirt already on the floor.
I dunno what he was planning next but I knew what I wanted, and I took it. I lay in front of him where he stood, propped up on my elbows and took the head of his deliciously hard cock into my mouth. I groaned softly, feeling the corresponding twitch of his muscles with satisfaction, fuck I’d missed this.
Now, blowjobs are my thing. I could suck his cock all day. I like the power, the thrill of knowing that I control his orgasm – but he had other ideas. He held my head, hand wrapped around in my hair, his grip my first indication that I wasn’t controlling this particular game, and started to move his hips against me.
I sucked, I licked and honestly – I tried to keep up – as he fucked my throat. I tried to pull back but that wasn’t an option, the feeling of being used coursing delicious pleasure through my body. I looked up into his eyes, the look I got back confirming that he *would* cum in my throat and I *would* like it.
He started to move faster, pulling my hair harder, his other hand digging into my shoulder, his breath getting quicker, groans getting louder and more urgent as, never breaking eye contact, I silently begged for his cum.
The twitch of his thighs giving the game away before the thrust of his hips even deeper than before, hardly tasting his cum as he shot deep into my throat, groaning loudly and pushing more of his weight into me, legs weak.
He finally realised my hair, letting me pull back, planting soft kisses along the length of his cock, each rewarded with a soft gasp. I looked up again, taking in the look on his face, the depth of his breath and asked,
‘Holy fuck, can we do that again?’
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/83fkzz/the_best_way_to_end_an_argument_fm
That’s actually pretty cool and funny. My wife and I usually mend all obstacles in pretty much the same way. But never for 48 hours. A day at most. In all, no need to hold a grudge. Especially if you can’t even remember why.