Playing while we waited for dinner [FM]

This story happened on a weeknight just the other day while waiting for dinner in the oven. It was so hot and so spontaneous and unlike are usual recent “scheduled” sex life.

me: white, thin/athletic/petite, early 30’s, fair skin, long brown hair. Lots of yoga in my downtime.

Hubby: just under 6’, medium/average build, short brown hair, early 30s, above average and really fun cock.

Hubby comes over to me while I’m sitting on the couch; I am probably browsing dickpics on reddit. (If you’ve seen my comment history, you know this is pretty likely)

“Dinners in the oven. We’ve got 15 minutes.”

“Really? That’s not a lot. Are you sure it’ll be done?” I’m only half listening.

“Yes, I’m sure. It’s enough time.” He’s standing over me at this point — staring.

I look up — waiting. He doesn’t say anything so I show him the huge, hard cock on my phone.

“What takes 15 minutes?” He’s eyeing me and the phone. “Want to do sexy stuff?”

“Want to go down on me?” I ask bluntly. This isn’t a new game and I knew what he wanted.

“I was going to ask you the same thing…”

“Yeah, but I said it first.” I stand up. “So, yeah?”

“I mean, I’d like you to go down on me, too, but yeah.” We walk over to the kitchen table from the living room area where the couch is. The table is the perfect height for me to lay down on my back and him to sit at a chair to eat me out.

I pull my leggings and thong down and slip one leg out. I sit up on the table and he hands me a pillow for my head. I lean back and scootch my butt towards the end of the table, gyno style, and rest my legs on his shoulders. His hands wrap around my legs and up around to rest on my hips and stomach. Firmly and gently he holds me there as he starts to bring his face down between my legs.

“Oh, wifey,” he growls at me, “You look very turned on already. What have you been up to?”

At the same moment he starts kissing me all around. Firm and chaste kisses all along my inner thighs, across my mound and along my bikini line. The kisses start getting closer together and his pace increases the closer he gets to my aching, wet pussy.

I lay there in anticipation, waiting for when he finally zeroes in and finally starts gently kissing my clit. Quick at first, and then longer and more intimate.

“Oh, wifey, you are so wet. Is this what you want?” Lick “Is this what you like?” Lick “Is this what you need?” Loong lick, and then he dives in.

Long, broad, strokes of his tongue drive me wild as I call out to him. My back arches off the table as I feel his hands grip on me to hold me down. He flattens his tongue and shakes his head side to side and then slowly starts nodding his head up and down my opening. He sucks on my clit and runs his tongue in little circles. He does all the things he knows really drive me wild as he drives me crazy with passion.

I moan out and my breath quickens. He feels so amazing and I am enjoying every stroke of his tongue. I pull up my shirt and start playing with my boobs and squeezing my nipples. He gently bites down around my clit and I call out for him. He licks more and more and probes me everywhere with his tongue. It feels like he’s trying to make out with my pussy and it feels amazing!

And then the timer goes off, and he stands up like we’re not in the middle of some really passionate oral. The abrupt change clenches my muscles and losing my leg support rest throws off my balance as I try to make sense about what is happening.

“What? Is that the timer? Already?” I say to him, hesitant if I should pull up my pants yet or not.

He pulls out the thermometer to check. “Yes, but it’s not done yet. I think we could go another 15 minutes.”

“Oh. Good.” I start to climb off the table and gingerly turn around. “Gee, this is perfect here if I just bend over.” I lean forward to put my palms and forearms on the table, and start wiggling my small tight ass at him. “Come fuck me. I want you.”

“Oh no — my turn for oral.” He smirks at me. “Should I get on the table, too?”

I give him my best side look as I reluctantly pull up my panties first, and then my leggings, trying to make a show of it. T-shirt still pulled up over my tits. “No. You sit.” I point to the chair. “It’s really more comfortable. I’ll put the pillow down for my knees.”

“Oh wifey, you are so hot. You should take your shirt off.” He pulls down his shorts to a chubbed cock and sits down.

I take my shirt off and play with my tits a little. He watches me intently. I kneel down in front of him and gather my hair out of the way. I take his cock in my hand and bring my face down. I lift the shaft and put the tip of my tongue in the little spot where the bottom base of his shaft connects with the top of his balls. I rub the tip of my tongue gently in that spot before I flatten it out and slowly drag my tongue up the full length of his cock all the way to the head.

Not as impressive when he’s not fully hard, so when I get to the tip I take him into my mouth. I suck on his head, each time taking him a little farther in to my mouth. I take him as far into my mouth and down my throat as I can and hold him there. I feel him pulse as his cock grows in my mouth and I push to hold him there. I draw him all the way out, lick my lips and take him back in. I suck on his cock like I’m trying to swallow him, farther and farther into my mouth, while I feel him get harder and harder.

He throws his head back and I hear him moan out. I’m bobbing my head up and down continually at this point, up and down and up and down. The pace I’m keeping means there’s no break to swallow and it doesn’t take long for spit to dripping out of my mouth and down his shaft, onto his balls. I take my hand to the base of his shaft, squeeze and twist, using the spit to lubricate my hand as I begin to work him. I use my other hand to gently grab and play with his balls as I keep bobbing my head up and down on his, now incredibly rock hard cock.

My hair begins to fall in my face since both hands are now occupied and I’m really getting in to it. He leans forward enough to reach my head and starts gathering my hair on top of my head. I look up at him through my glasses and give him some good eye contact as I take him down my throat. He closes his eyes and drops half my hair into my face, getting it all in the blow job. We stop and laugh a moment while he regathers my hair without the added difficulty.

With a firm grip on my gathered hair, he guides my face back down to his cock. Eagerly I take him back into my mouth and I feel him push me down until he finds the back of my throat with his head. He moans out for me as he holds me down and I begin to suck. I suck like I’m trying to drink him through a straw and I feel him release and pull my head back up by my hair. He pulls me almost all the way off of his cock before he brings my face back down.

He builds up his rhythm and continues to guide my face onto his cock, starting to ever so slightly thrust his hips up to meet my mouth. I start rubbing my hands all over his thighs and up on his hips. He’s fucking my face at this point, so there’s not much I need to do to support myself except keep my balance. As long as he keeps this up, I think I am ok. He moans and pushes me a little farther down. My eyes start to water as I close them and try to relax my jaw. In and out, in and out he keeps pulling me down onto his cock.

The timer goes off suddenly again and I feel his hands relax in my hair. He gently pulls my face away from his dick and untangles his hands from my long hair. I sit back on my heels and start to wipe my mouth and clean up my face while he tucks his dick back in as he pulls up his shorts and to check on dinner.

“Dinner’s ready, but it’s lava..”

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/ck01cb/playing_while_we_waited_for_dinner_fm