cum in my mouth
I woke up to the delicate touch of my wife's fingers running down my arm.
Her phone is on the shelf. The soft glow from the Night Light sleep app warms the room, and white noise from the speakers replaces the silence. I don't know how long I slept, but it couldn't have been too long because I hadn't started dreaming yet.
"Help me?" she whimpered. My heart was racing; what could possibly go wrong? My pulse began to race as the adrenaline kicked in.
Helen's nimble fingers caught my hand, intertwined with mine, and she pulled it to the edge of the bed, between her legs. That's when I discovered the buzzing wasn't coming from the sleep app at all. She must have seen my eyes sparkle. "Please help me. I'm so fucking horny!"
"What the fuck..." I muttered. I have known Helen for many years and we have been married just over six months. We are madly and deeply in love. She was a virgin when we met, refusing to have sex before marriage, and her sexual desire—nonetheless—could be described as “vanilla.”
What she said next was even more extraordinary. She looked me straight in the eyes, her hunger nearly overwhelming me. "Come into my mouth!" she demanded.
Even so, I suspected there was some kind of trap. The very idea that she could perform oral sex on me was ridiculous, especially on Christmas or my birthday without obvious reluctance. "Helen, are you okay?"
"Do you want to talk or do you want me to suck you?" Put your fucking cock in my slutty mouth before I cum! "
so. No one likes to disappoint a lady.
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Helen came into my world through their mutual friend Jennifer. They went to high school together and were inseparable until attending different colleges forced them apart.
I met Jen in the dormitory—our rooms were in the same hallway. There is no doubt that she is a wild party girl. Since she and I were only separated by a wall, I was very familiar with her dating life. I guess I was lucky that we became friends before I finally succumbed to her insatiable sexual desire one drunken weekend. I don’t think we left the bed for two days except to get some water and get pizza. Nothing was off-limits to Jane. But this girl was draining me; I just couldn't keep up, and the jealousy of watching her date other guys and girls in between our marathon sessions became unbearable.
She certainly didn't think it was cheating. "It's just sex," she said. "It doesn't change what you and I have. I had to break up when we were still friends when I realized I was in love with her. "I didn't believe she loved me or the way I loved her, I knew I could never satisfy her and it would ultimately destroy me.
I met Helen at Jen's engagement party. At first glance, she was everything Jen was not—blonde more attractive than brunette, curvaceous more attractive than boyish, short rather than lanky. She was without a doubt the most beautiful woman I had ever seen, and when Helen smiled at me with those sparkling blue eyes, I knew I was in big trouble.
We dated for a few months; that's all I needed to know that she was the one. We are a perfect match in almost every way. Except one. Helen is also the opposite of Jane in another way - desire dominates Jane's life, while Helen is almost indifferent. I tricked myself into thinking I didn’t care.
But six months into our marriage, our inconsistent and lackluster sex life was really getting on my nerves. I don’t regret ending things with Jen, not really – but there must be some middle ground between bitch and saint?
Finally I confessed my love to Jen. I needed someone to talk to, but I didn't know anyone I could have such an open and nonjudgmental conversation with.
"Okay," she said. "If it weren't for Helen, I'd be happy to sort those blue eggs for you. You know I'm always willing to help a friend."
An affair is not actually what I want. I love Helen and would never do anything to hurt her. I just want some advice, any ideas on how to help Helen relax a little - the conversation will only lead to a discussion of what I want from her. I guess I'm just not very good with words.
"Leave it to me," Jane said with a wink. "I have an idea."
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A few weeks later, when Helen returned from Jane's bachelorette party, she was holding a paper bag filled with gifts.
"Aren't you going to show me what you've got?"
She crumpled the bag into a ball, stuffed it into the drawer behind her nightstand, and closed it. Her face flushed with embarrassment. "I don't want to talk about it."
She didn't want to go to a men's strip club, but her loyalty to her friends outweighed her discomfort there. I knew Helen had done nothing to warrant concern. However, she was clearly upset and I wanted to comfort her. I got in touch.
"Don't touch me," she said with a shrug.
"I'm sorry, I..." I started, but I didn't know how to stop. She turned to me. "Nothing happened. No one did anything to me, if that's what you think. I'm just tired. We'll talk about it tomorrow."
But we didn't talk about it the next day. It wasn't until that night a few weeks later that our relationship completely changed.
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I knelt next to her head, looking down at her sexy body, her sweet breasts bouncing on her chest from her heavy breathing. I ran my hands over her clean shaven labia (quite unlike her, she was usually a let it be), coating it with her juices that extended to the length of the vibrator buried inside her. On a large perimeter. I don’t like toys, at least not women in relationships. Anyway, Helen and I had sex so little that she knew my cock, my hands, and my tongue were always at her disposal. Why get a fake dick when you can have a real dick? When I'm horny and lonely all I need is my hand so I really don't understand why this isn't the case for her. I guess there's a hint of jealousy involved - they say size doesn't matter, but why are dildos always so much bigger than the average man's? I can't keep up with them...what if she's used to it and I'm not enough for her anymore?
Still, it seems to have some kind of magic on my wife. She tilted her head toward me, sucked the head of my rock-hard cock into her mouth, and slid her lips down my body. She sucked me like her life depended on it; a feeling so intense that I fell on top of her, legs draped over her shoulders, hands on her other sides, The head penetrated my cock.
I couldn't help it; I started thrusting into her mouth, feeling pleasure as I heard her moan. This couldn't happen; she had been adamant about giving me the head. Yet here we are.
I can no longer see her face, but I can see the effects of this unusual connection on her body. She held the vibrator inside her with one hand to keep it from shaking with her trembling legs and clenching pussy, while the other hand grabbed her heavy breasts, squeezing and twisting her nipples. And the sound coming from her throat was simply wonderful. I could feel my balls starting to react.
Suddenly, I felt her hand on my stomach and move her head. I realized that I was actually lying in front of her. I pushed myself up and let her slide her squirting mouth off my cock. "Can't...breathe..." she gasped.
Guilt washed over me. I thought, don't fucking ruin this or she'll never let it happen again. "I'm sorry," I muttered.
"This can't be happening," she said, grabbing my ass and pulling me back into her mouth, forcing my cock down her throat until I was deep between her lips again. It's the hottest thing I've ever experienced - which is saying a lot considering what Jen and I have done. Maybe it's because I did it to the formerly outspoken Helen. It turned me on to see her face covered in saliva and cum as she fingered her nipples and fucked herself with the vibrator.
"Baby, I'm gonna cum..." I moaned, staring at the sex toy buried in her pussy, her legs shaking and her abs squeaking. I could hear her moaning her orgasm around my cock as she completely lost control, her pleasure spraying against the clitoral stimulator as the vibrations spread happily throughout the bedroom. Watching her cum, losing the last bits of control and composure, giving in to her pleasure, proved irresistible. My balls warned me for a moment, just long enough for me to pull out of her mouth - God knows she would never forgive me if I came inside her - but not enough to cover her with the first drop of lubrication s face. Desperately, I directed the water over her heaving chest and looped rope after rope around her majestic breasts. I thought she would be angry, but she was too much.
"Fuck yes, paint my tits with your cum! I'm your dirty slut, brand me with your cum!" I thought she didn't even know the words. But my cock and balls happily obeyed, especially when I saw her reach down and smear my offering across her cleavage. I watched in amazement as she hesitantly raised the sticky hand to her mouth and licked it gently. She raised an eyebrow, then leaned forward and sucked the slimy head of my still leaking cock back into her mouth, sucking the rest of it with her tongue, cleaning me while her lips There is a bright smile in the eyes.
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I couldn't sleep anymore after that. I let her take a shower, wrapped myself in a robe, then went into the kitchen and poured us a few glasses of wine, which I brought back to the living room by the fireplace.
We talked there. This was the first time we really talked about our desires. We probably should have had a conversation a long time ago. Before we got married of course. Helen was initially offended by the sex toys Jen put in the bachelorette party goodie bag - and knew I wasn't a big fan of them either. But Jen could be very persuasive; she knew how I felt about our sex life, so she and Helen planted the seeds of change. Try it, she urged my wife. Use it; figure out what your needs are and tell him. I'm sure he will do anything you ask.
Jane rarely made a mistake when it came to sex.
"So this week, I'm using it and fantasizing about you while you're at work," she admitted. "I ended up getting so horny that I couldn't think straight, toys weren't enough. I had to have you." She smiled and took a sip of her drink.
I still don't know what to say. "I can't believe we did this. I love you so much. What can I do for you?"
"If you want more head, maybe shave it off?" she joked. Then the tone became more serious. "Be honest with me and let me explore this in my own way and at my own pace, okay? I want you to like me. No, that's not all. I want us to please each other." I couldn't help but let my eyes fall on the silk nightgown she was wearing - considering how clinging and revealing it was, this could have been another surprise for the bachelorette party goodie bag. Her innocent, buttery smile was ruined by the cheeky twinkle in her eyes. "Oh my God, I could eat you," I said.
She leaned on the sofa and pulled up her pajamas so that the hem stretched from her thighs to her belly. "I thought you'd never ask," she replied, spreading her legs and putting her ankles on my shoulders while I slid to the floor and pressed my mouth between her thighs.
"If only Jane could see us now..." she whispered as I caressed her clit with my tongue.
"A threesome?" I joked, expecting a slap.
Instead, she shrugged cheekily. "This isn't the first time we slept with her..."
I'll save that little fact for later - the next time I'm alone, the thought of Helen and Jane lost in girlish lust will occupy my mind. Although I know Helen will be enough for me from now on - as long as I reciprocate.
I stuck two fingers inside her and pointed at her g-spot while sucking and licking her clit, watching the waves of pleasure wash over her face. "I love you so much," I whispered, kissing her thigh.
"I fucking love you," she whispered. "Now let me scream loud enough to make the neighbors complain!"
I think, accept the challenge and try again.
Jen would be proud. From both of us.
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