I’ve spent all evening in bed.. pecking away at my laptop, sipping some pinot, skipping yoga, and thinking up fun ways to spread my legs tonight.
I’m horny. I’m not even going to deny, and pretty soon my husband will be coming home with the kids. I’ll let him feed and clean up. Maybe I’ll don a new little lingerie piece? I can’t wait to feel him inside.
How should we do it tonight? Should I tell him about last night’s model? I do need to warn him that my upcoming monthly visit from Aunt Flow might certainly change our recent repertoire. Guess that means I’ll be doing a lot of blow.
I’ve swallowed so much of that man’s cum. I don’t even know where to begin. Maybe I’ll start at the beginning… I’ll start with the the first time, I’ll tell how I first sucked him clean, and I’ll do my best to not rhyme.
We’d been dating a month or so and were beginning to get intimate in the bedroom. He’d been pushing from day one to make love, but I held tight to my morals that we needed to wait longer, and he needed to get an STD test.
When I was married a few years before, I was on oral birth control. But since the separation and divorce, I weaned myself off and never looked back. That meant he and I had things to discuss about diseases and pregnancy well before he would ever get lucky. I was such a stickler back then.
He really wanted me. That’s about the best way I could describe it. My future husband raced down to the health clinic and came back with his STD results. He was clean! That’s good. But what about babies? I’m not about to be getting pregnant by some dude I’ve been dating a few months. Nope. He suggested condoms, I said no. He suggested the pill, I said no. Finally I decided to get an IUD and scheduled an appointment with my doctor.
Meanwhile, this sexy new guy I’m totally digging is digging his claws into my pants daily dying to rip them off when the light turns green.
After my doctor’s visit, I realize the timeline to get the IUD was going to be longer than the two of us horny dogs could realistically hold out, so we decided to practice the pull out method while we waited for the the long-term fix.
So we started getting it on like two wild animals. He was so different to me at first. His grip was hard and his caress was rough. But boy did he make me cum. I cam when he ate me out the first time and several times there after. I remember telling my girlfriends that he was a “Sex God” after the first week getting frisky. I really liked him.
Of course, we had decided our birth control beforehand and my future husband was doing a great job making sure his liquid love didn’t get anywhere near my thirsty pussy. The first time he pulled out and cam on my butt. The next time he came on my leg.
The third time we were making love during a thunderstorm on the light blue coach in my living room. It was late and all of the lights in the house were off. My son was asleep in his room and had no idea mommy’s guy friend had sneaked in for a midnight booty call. You must know that once my future husband got the green light, he drove hours every single day to get pleasured in my playground. Like a thief in the night, he’d arrive after my son fell asleep and was gone before sunrise.
On that particular night, the lightning outside flickered so much that it gave the dark living room a permanent white glow. I have to admit that I love bad weather. Something about it is so sexy to me. It makes me feel cozy and safe, and that’s exactly how I felt with him on that couch.
We were kissing and starting to make out when he jumped up and cracked the windows. The chaos of the night seeped into my home. The thunder drowned our ears in her anger and the rain shrouded our skin with her dampness. It was a night for the storybooks for real.
We begin to make love.
We tried every position on that couch. First he was on top, then on my side, then behind me, and at some point he was even under me. We fucked for hours. He brought me to a loud chorus when I came, and I remember thanking the thunder for hiding my screams from my son.
Then it was his turn.
“Babe, I’m about to cum.” He whispered in my ear as he pounded my pussy from behind. He then asked me the question that shaped the next year of our sex life. “Where do you want me to cum?”
“Anywhere you want.” I whispered back. I licked his lip in submission letting him know I truly was game for anything.
“Anywhere?” He dick grew and his eyes lit up. I could tell he wasn’t sure of something.
“Anywhere,” I confirmed. Instinctively I knew what he wanted. What guy doesn’t want that? But by that point in my life, no guy had asked. So I had very little experience doing it. Secretly I had wanted them to… all of them. Like a Disney princess, I guess I’d been waiting for my real prince this whole time. The man who would make me do it all.
“Can I cum in your mouth?” He asked sleepishly.
“Yes, anywhere.” My lips parted just enough for him to get the picture. I was inviting him to do whatever he wanted. The ball was in his court to make the move.
A moment later his huge bulging dick was shoved deep down my throat, and I was tasting his cum for the very first time. It all felt so natural, like swallow cum was what I should have been doing my entire life. And it tasted so good too. I gobbled it down and cleaned his dick off right there on that couch as he peered down in amazement. I submitted to him in that moment, but didn’t say a word to him.
“I didn’t know you were that type of girl, Stella,” he finally said once he caught his breath. “I really thought you were too classy for that. Lord only knows I’ve been dying to do that since our first date when I starred at your sexy lips in that restaurant. I couldn’t believe my luck then. Had I only known…”
“I’ve always wanted a man to make me do that,” I replied. “It’s not something I’ve really ever done before.”
It took almost 12 months until I was able to get the IUD for birth control, but I’ll spare you the details. All you need to know is that I got really good at swallowing his cum. I swallowed every single drop for an entire year, every single time we made love.