Blowjob Tutorial [MFF]

So to start this off, I feel obligated to say that I’ve been a long-time lurker here, and haven’t contributed much. I’ve always read these stories and felt a sense of longing, like I’ve been missing out on something new. Honestly, I never thought I would contribute anything—however I’m so happy to tell you I was WRONG.

Fuck, just trying to type this out gives me jitters. It happened a couple weeks ago, and the more I’ve thought about it, the more I realized I need to write this down to remember it for the future. This is a bit of a long story, so if you don’t care to read the back story, skip down to the part that says THE DANCE FLOOR. For obvious reasons, this is a throwaway account. Also, I did the best I could to paraphrase the dialogue, but I couldn’t quite remember everything that was said verbatim.

A little about me: I’m your typical rural conservative farm boy. I grew up in a very religious home, where the belief is that sex is between a husband and wife AFTER marriage. For whatever reason, I stuck to that, and both my wife and I got married as virgins. I know it’s a bit uncommon, but I feel like you should know that part about me to understand why I’ve been feeling so restless. I’m 27 years old, 6’2”, 220 lbs. Definitely not 10% body fat, but definitely not overweight. Again, think “farm boy.” As far as my package goes, I’m sitting at about 8”.

A little about my wife: Absolutely beautiful blonde; 5’6”, 32DD, 120lbs, 25 years old, with a face and a body that will slay you. I’m smitten by her daily.

As some of you may understand (and many may not), getting married as virgins has its pros and cons. The pro is that you realize you two have something that goes beyond the physical relationship; so that even if the sex fails, you know you get along and have a connection that goes beyond the physical part. The con is that you never experienced dating and parties and even just a casual, one-night stand. You may be different, but without ever having experienced a one-night stand, I felt like I had “missed out,” so to speak.

Another little part of me that will be helpful for you to understand is that I’ve never really cared for blow-jobs. For whatever reason I’ve always preferred sex or a hand-job.

Fairly recently, I graduated law school and took the bar. To celebrate, my wife and I decided to go to Vegas. We’d been there before, but didn’t have that much fun because we went with a group of people and it seems like in groups you end up doing things you weren’t interested in to begin with. Prior to going, my wife expressed to me her frustration that I didn’t like blowjobs. I wasn’t sure how to respond to this, other than to say I liked other things better. My wife had spent some time reading magazines, reading online tutorials, and even watching porn to get better at blowjobs—she really wanted for this to be something I not only enjoyed, but *craved*. Eventually, out of frustration, she said, “A part of me wishes I could have some girl give you a blow job so I could learn how to do it better.” I swear, you could hear a pin drop in the room. *What did she just say?* As much as I preferred hand-jobs and sex to blow-jobs, the thought of two women together, sucking on my cock, really turned me on. My wife and I had talked about the idea of a threesome, but never really said anything tangible like this. I managed a weak reply, something like, “Oh, maybe something like that would be helpful,” and I tried as best I could not to show all my cards in that moment.

A little more about my wife: even though she was a virgin when we got married, she’s always been a little bi. She’s never fooled around with another girl, but when we talked about it, she seemed like she liked the idea. Moreover, when my wife gets drunk, she loves to talk about hooking up with girls.

Fast-forward to Vegas. We arrive, we’re drinking, dining out, and figuring out our plans for the weekend. My wife booked a party bus that hit up some clubs and a strip club, so at least the first night was figured out. The party bus hit up the strip club first, since it was earlier in the evening, so it was a good chance for everyone on board to set aside their inhibitions and realize the one constant factor: this is Vegas—we need to have fun. At the strip club, we get drinks, watch the girls dance, and both my wife and I get lap dances. It’s a lot more fun going to strip clubs with girls because the strippers seem to give you a little more attention, and that’s exactly what happened.

Soon enough, we get the final call, and we head back onto the bus. On the bus, we spend some time drinking, socializing, and thumping to the music as we prepared to go to the first club.

The club was nothing special. We didn’t have to wait in line because of the party bus, so we went right in and tried to get our bearings. Drinks first or dancing? We elected for drinks, pounded them quick, and went out on the dance floor. At this point, I could tell my wife was turned on. She was grinding on me, being a little more affectionate toward me, and just overall—I could tell.

THE DANCE FLOOR:

The dace floor was crazy, crowded, and thumping. It was hard to see, and with all the drinks, the lights, and the sounds, it was easy to just blend into the giant mob that had developed. I’m dancing with my wife, and eventually I feel something unusual: someone is trying to unzip my fly. Even though it’s packed, I know it’s my wife. She’s grinding on me with one hand behind my neck and the other mysteriously down low. I can feel myself getting hard as she is trying to stroke me. I feel a little awkward since we’re in a crowd of people, but I am also definitely turned on by this.

We continue dancing like this for a little bit as I try to keep my cock from being pulled out, and eventually my wife seems to get a little distracted. Nearby, there is a bachelorette party dancing close by to us. Five minutes ago, we were separated from them by a few strangers, but through the course of the dancing mob, we ended up right among them. The reason I mention the bachelorette party is because my wife seemed to take an interest in one girl—a pretty brunette whom I later found out is named Brittney. I don’t know how it all came about, but I find my wife dancing with Brittney for about half a song, only to end up surrounded on either side by the two. It started off that my wife was in front of me, Brittney behind me, but eventually I notice Brittney making a slow move to the front of me. With as many people as there were, she may have been pushed by the crowd, or she may have decided to inch her way closer to my wife. Eventually I notice the two of them are more or less turning towards each other and dancing, Brittney’s arms around my wife’s neck, and my wife’s arms around her waist. All the while, I stand by a little awkwardly, not really sure what to do, but I’m still close by and jamming to the music.

Maybe a song or two goes by and we continue this way. Eventually, Brittney’s group of girlfriends motion to her that they’re going to a different area of the club. Brittney waves them off and continues dancing with me and my wife. At this point I started to notice something: a connection between the two of them that wasn’t there when they happened to be dancing next to each other. I see Brittney and my wife shout some sort of conversation in each others’ ears, but I can’t make sense of it; namely because it’s loud, even though I’m maybe a foot-and-a-half away from them. Whatever the conversation was, they were giggling, and they seemed like they were up to something.

Not too long after, I feel two hands grabbing me and leading me out the door. I wasn’t sure what was happening, but I figured they wanted to go to a different part of the club, or they wanted to get drinks. Turns out it was neither. As the two of them start leading me to the exit, I ask my wife, “Don’t you want to hang out until the party bus leaves?” but she simply dismisses me, telling me that she wants to be done for the night and go back to the hotel. I begin to wonder what’s going to happen with this random girl who’s suddenly tagging along with us, when all of a sudden I get this very subtle suspicion that something might happen tonight. Something I’ve been wondering about for quite a while.

My wife orders an Uber, and we head back to out hotel. We make small talk along the way, and all I can think to myself is *if this is what you think it could be, don’t screw it up.* During the ride back, I find out our new friend’s name, and I find out that she’s in Vegas because she’s celebrating her cousin’s bachelorette party. I didn’t want to ask why she didn’t want to keep hanging out with her friends—again, *don’t screw it up*.

We get to the hotel, drunkenly make our way through the casino, and stumble to the elevators. We’re pretty high up, and there’s a lot of elevators, so we get the elevator to ourselves. Talk about awkward silence. I had a knot in my stomach, wondering what was going to happen. My wife hadn’t told me anything at this point, but I knew the two of them had a secret they weren’t sharing with me. Finally, we hear a ding, and we get off on our floor. Again, we stumble down the hall, and make our way to our hotel room.

The three of us enter the hotel room, shut the door, and I have to ask, “So, what’s going on tonight?” My wife chirps up, “We just wanted to get drunk in the hotel room and have some fun!” I was relieved. A part of me was concerned this would be a night where the two of them didn’t feel well, didn’t want to drink, and just wanted to talk about something.

I said, “Okay, who wants something to drink?” Both my wife and Brittney said they wanted something. I told them all we had in the room was vodka and cranberry juice from a previous Walgreens run. They were totally fine with that, so I made some drinks, and we sat around the room just talking.

We end up talking for about thirty minutes or so, and I’m beginning to think my hopes of something happening are going down the drain. We talked about school, work, the bachelorette party, the bride-to-be, and just life in general. While we were talking, I’m sitting on the bed next to my wife, on top of the covers, and Brittney is sitting on the nearby couch. The girls are talking about some sort of skin care product, and I’m wondering if I should call it a night. I really didn’t want to make things awkward for everyone, and I really didn’t want to get my hopes up. Eventually, my wife changed the subject, “So…do you want to see it?” *See what,* I thought. I see Brittney nod in a very timid, but excited way. Slowly, my wife reaches over, unbuttons the tops of my trousers, and unzips my fly. *HOLY SHIT. THIS IS HAPPENING*. Continuing very slowly, my wife reaches under my boxers and pulls out my cock. Finally acknowledging me in what seemed like hours, my wife turned to me and said, “When we were at the club, I told Brittney about your cock. She seemed interested, so I asked her if she knew how to give a really good blowjob.” While my wife is telling me this, I feel her trying to slide my boxers and trousers down. I happily oblige, and then I look to Brittney. She has an awkward, almost embarrassed look to her face, but with a little bit of sinful curiosity. All I can manage in return is another awkward smile. Brittney stands up, and at this point, I can truly see how sexy she is. She’s probably 5’8,” with gorgeous C cups, and wearing a wonderfully skin-tight dress that goes to her mid thighs. While she sees me staring, she reaches down, and pulls her dress over her head.

At this point, Brittney is in her bra and panties, my pants are pulled down mid-thigh, and my wife is kneeling over me with her crop-top and short skirt. My wife, still kneeling on the bed, turns to Brittney to help her out of her bra. Brittney takes the cue and helps my wife out of her top. Slowly, they take turns, helping each other get undressed the rest of the way. I’m just staring, in awe of the situation. They turn to me smiling, arms around their waists, tits pressed together ever so slightly. “Is this everything you hoped for?” my wife asks. “Yes. I could die a happy man right now,” I said in all honesty. “Looks like you’re enjoying it,” my wife said, looking down at my growing cock. “Alright. Your turn,” my wife says, and the two girls help me get out of my clothes the rest of the way. I just smile and take this in. Two beautiful women, full breasts, tight stomachs, round asses, and cute little pussies is truly a sight to see. I’ve seen my fair share of porn, but nothing you can watch on a screen does the real thing any justice.

Brittney speaks up for the first time in a while, “Okay, so when you’re giving a blow job, you need to start slowly, and work your way up to his cock. Kiss his thighs, put your hand on his stomach…you know, tease him a little bit.”

“Well go ahead and show me,” my wife says, “You go, and then I’ll try.” *This is it,* I think. *My first threesome*. Time seemed to stand still as Brittney gets on the bed, leans down, and begins to kiss my thighs. Her hands feel warm and her kisses are soft. She starts climbing my thighs with her kisses while her hands circle around my stomach and start playing around the base of my cock. She gets closer and closer, and as her hands begin to start playing with my balls, she gives the tip of my cock a quick kiss, sits up, and says, “Okay, your turn,” with a smile. My wife follows in suit, taking Brittney’s instructions seriously, gently kissing and circling in on my cock.

“Now what?” my wife asks. “Now, you take your time. Start slowly, putting your mouth around his cock without sucking, not just yet, and just play with it with your tongue, like this.” Brittney leans down and I feel her warm breath on my cock, with her tongue gently playing around the tip. She pulls back ever so slightly to talk. I see my cock twitching just inches from her face. “Then, you firmly grip the shaft, and start kissing all around. Play with it. Lick it. Get it nice and wet.” Brittney continues just as she instructed, taking breaks to pull back and blow cool air on my cock.

My face feels beet red as I can’t remember the last time I had been this turned on. “It’s probably best if you just join me and follow along,” Brittney says. My wife has a somewhat serious/concentrated look on her face as she leans down. I can tell she’s taking these instructions seriously. Realizing this, she giggles. I try to keep my eyes open as I watch these sirens play around my cock, teasing, kissing, licking. The two of them catch me watching and they break into smiles, giggling. Their lips meet on either side of my cock and they begin to kiss upward, eventually forgetting my cock, and just begin kissing each other. I tell you what, I can’t think of a more beautiful scene than seeing two beautiful, naked women making out. A few moments of this pass, and Brittney turns her attention back to the task at hand.

“Now, for this next part, you need to watch for signs that he’s about to cum. If you stay in tune with that, this can last as long as you want. When you deepthroat, go all the way down. Hold it there for a second, have your hands right there on his stomach or beside his balls.” Brittney leans down as she takes me all the way in. I feel her choke as I reach the back of her throat. Her gag reflex makes me spasm a little bit. A few seconds pass, and she pulls out. I see her head bobbing as she grips my cock with her lips and tongue, all the while maintaining a firm grip on my shaft with one hand. I have no idea how much time had passed—it could have been seconds, it could have been hours. All I knew is that I finally understood the hype behind blowjobs.

Brittney pulls back, enough to let my wife have a turn. I could tell she took these instructions to heart as I felt immense waves of pleasure coursing through my body. Brittney chimes in with little tips as my wife continues working. “Make sure you keep gripping the shaft.” “Keep an eye on him. If he seems like he’s about to cum, pull back to keep him edging.” After a few moments of this, Brittney joins in. The two of them take turns with my cock. They’re laying on their stomaches at this point, and I get an amazing view of both their asses. At some point, I notice my wife is starting to grind on my leg, while Brittney has bunches up the comforter and is grinding on that. This is great. They’re turned on by this, too.

After a while (again, I have no idea how much time has passed), I can’t hold it in anymore. I manage to mutter between gasps of breath, “I think I’m going to cum.” Brittney pipes up, “He’s all yours, girlie. Make sure you swallow everything. I’ll help with cleanup.” At this point, my wife taps my leg, giving me the go ahead. I’m amazed she didn’t launch off that bed and into the wall with how hard I came. I shoot rope after rope of sticky cum into her. My wife chokes as cum leaks out her mouth. Brittney leans in and starts kissing away the cum from my wife’s face. When my wife is cleaned up, Brittney turns her attention to me and licks away the rest of the cum on my cock, legs, and belly.

“So, what did you think?” My wife asks.

“I think…I like blowjobs,” I said smiling. We lay there, cuddling for 20 minutes or so, one girl on each side, both their heads resting on my chest, legs over mine. I can feel both of them are wet from the tutorial.

“Does anybody want to get cleaned up in the shower?” I ask.

We made our way to the shower, cleaning each other, getting soapy and fooling around a little bit. I touched my wife and helped her cum, while Brittney watched and played with herself. Satisfied, clean, and dry, we make our way to the bed. Brittney ended up spending the night. We all fell asleep in the same way before, both girls on either side of me, cuddling together. As I drifted off to sleep, I couldn’t help but get a chub as I thought of the most beautiful naked women I had ever seen in my entire life going down on me. I’m pretty sure I slept the whole night with a smile on my face.

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