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It had been a great evening: fun for all. My wife Amanda had taken care of the last minute details for the kids’ trick-or-treating the following evening. All the costumes had been carefully fitted and as our little angels took turns going outside and ringing our doorbell they had turned into a pirate, a princess, and one little devil.
Thankfully, for this year at least, there was not one of them who wanted to be something particular (i.e., something requiring an expensive store-bought get-up) We had nary a Smurf, a Snooki, a Michael Jackson, a vampire, a Spongebob, a lobster, a gorilla, or an Elvis. To be more correct for that time, though, I should say that none of them wanted to be Superman or Lois Lane (i.e., Dean Cain or Teri Hatcher), Dr. Quinn – Medicine Woman, Scully or Mulder, Connie Chung, Kramer, either of the brothers on Frasier, Young Indiana Jones, either of the brothers on Wings, Doogie Howser, or Blossom.
All the crying and fussing had ended and we had three wonderful kids fast asleep. As a special treat for me, Amanda had worn her policewoman’s costume before throwing me face down on the bed and handcuffing me to its metal frame.
‘Ed Spectere, you have the right to remain silent,’ she said and went on to tell me that anything I said could be used against me in a divorce court. I told her I wasn’t talking and that I wanted to call my lawyer.
Wait a minute, I thought to myself. Amanda is a lawyer and she had worked for the Justice Department before we started our family. Wouldn’t that constitute a conflict of interest? Asking for assistance from the person who was taking away my rights seemed problematic to me! Plus, wasn’t there something about a wife testifying against her husband?
But this inane divagation was interrupted when she playfully slapped me – I assume it was because the lawyer we use when we need to be represented by council is young and quite hot – unlocked the handcuffs, flipped me over on my back, and pulled down my pants. Almost as soon as she informed me that I had the right to one blowjob, I was pushing against the back of her throat. It felt wonderful. I was a lucky man. I was married to a woman who was a terrific mom and an enticing – slightly less young, but still quite hot – wife.
She had stripped down to her bra and panties. Crouched between my thighs below me on the bed I was at her mercy and she teased me with her tongue, her mouth, and her throat. She’d never been able to completely master the art of deep throating, though it was not for lack of trying and dedication, years ago she did get comfortable with my cock hitting the back of her mouth. It turned me on when I’d essentially fuck her mouth and she would play with herself. Then she’d always wind up with a climax as I had mine.
As her head moved rapidly up and down on my cock, its head beating against the back of her throat, I felt her firmly grasp at the rest of the shaft, generally an indication that she was ready.
Being a guy, I was ready most of the time and if she wanted me to come in her mouth, well, who was I to deny my sexy wife one of her pleasures?
I could both see and feel that she was playing with herself rapidly and moaning for me to come, this was such a turn-on that in almost no time I began to shoot off in her mouth.
When she felt the first shot hit inside her mouth, it set her off. I could feel her clamp down on my cock, not wanting any of my semen to spill out, as the rest of her body did a kind of clamping of its own. Farther down the bed, I could see her hips pressing firmly against her hand, apparently adding to the intensity of her own orgasm.
We both continued to bathe in the throes of our comingled orgasms for a wonderfully extended period of pleasure. Eventually, we both were spent and she carefully pulled her mouth off my dick, but seemed to not have swallowed any of my cum. After all these years, whenever she did give me a blowjob, she simply swallowed matter-of-factly. It was a little surprising that she had kept it all in her mouth.
She crawled up the bed – and me upon it – to give me a hug and a kiss on the cheek. I don’t know why, but it excited me knowing that she was saving my load in her mouth as she lay down beside me, wrapping herself over my body, and lightly stroking my chest.
As we lay there I could hear the cum swishing around her mouth. This too was unlike her. It was hot, but new for her! And I was turned on and afraid of this at the same time. Was she changing into someone new or was she just trying to keep our sex life spiced up?
Whatever the cause I was not going to look at cum-filled gift houswife in the mouth. The long day at the office and that orgasm had tired me out. As part of my brain wondered about Amanda’s new and sexy behavior, another part of me began to drift off to sleep.
A few minutes later I was awakened by a gentle rocking of the bed. I slowly opened my eyes to see her roughly playing with herself. This too was unexpected: whenever we both had come we always conked out. We almost never had sex (at least since the kids were born) more than once in an evening.
Amanda noticed that I was awake and rolled over, still playing with herself. Through the mouthful of cum she managed to say to me, ‘Baby, jerk off in my mouth. Please.’ (At least that’s what I think she said, you know, because of the mouthful of cum.)
This new Amanda was full of surprises. When we last had a conversation about it, probably more than ten years ago, she’d told that she felt disconnected to me when I did that and that the experience was too objective for her. It made her feel like I could be jerking off in anyone’s mouth – or even a piece of tissue.
Though I was surprised that she wanted a new mouthful of cum in addition to the one she’d been keeping safe for some ten or fifteen minutes, as I said, who was I to deny her this apparently new pleasure?
I got up on my knees, but Amanda had other plans. Still on her back, she moved herself so that her head was slightly off the side of the bed and motioned for me to stand astride her head. Doing as I was instructed (not as dumb as you might think!), she quickly grabbed my cock and began to rub it around her wet lips, occasionally licking the head with her cum coated tongue. Not only did this feel pretty terrific, but watching her below me with one hand still going at her pussy and the other displaying unusual slovenliness as her saliva and my previous orgasm’s juice intermingled with new pre-cum in and around her mouth and on my cock.
Small rivulets of the rich, mixed, and bubbly solution soon flowed slowly over her upper lip, across her cheek, and onto her lower eyelashes, hair, and temple. At the sight and feel of this extraordinary action, along with the aroma of her pussy, enhancing my pleasure, I could soon feel my next orgasm about to happen. Amanda could feel it too and she pulled my cock into her mouth. She reached up under me, grabbed my butt cheeks with her hand, and shoved me deep. I felt my cock, deep in her mouth, and the top side of my cock being swaddled by her tongue. I couldn’t remember the last time I felt that.
Nevertheless, looking down at this messy and incredibly sexy woman, her breasts slowly moving in their inimitable fashion, had me on the verge of shooting again. Amanda, of course, knew what she was doing to me and pushed my butt hard, shoving my cock even deeper into her throat. The effect was like what I would imagine a shot of adrenaline does for the body’s nervous system.
I began to feel that familiar, inexorable feeling: my climax was happening whether Amanda or I did anything else or not. I simply stood there and went along for the ride.
My wife had been moaning since she first awakened me, but I was so preoccupied with the new behavior that I hadn’t realized it until just now, now that I was about to shoot a load of semen deep in her upside down throat. She knew me so well and knew that i
t was about to happen too. Before I knew it, she had withdrawn my cock almost completely, with both hands on my cock, one above the other, and bathed the head of my cock with rapid tongue lashes, almost like I did when I was licking her clitoris.
It was so stimulating that I was taken somewhere else. I don’t know what happens in the brain when we experience orgasms, but I went to that place. The aroma of her pussy, the soft warm bedroom lights glittering off the mixed semen and saliva now thickly coating the lower half of her face, her two hands working my cock like they were moving up a baseball bat, trying to see who would bat first, and her wonderful tongue and lips causing the most unimaginable sensations on my cock head all combined to make the orgasm as extraordinary as the evening was. I shot cum into her mouth while she continued to manipulate me for what seemed like a dozen or more shots.
Amanda moaned loudly with each one and even without her hand on her pussy, she was surely coming along with me, stroke for stroke and shot for shot.
We stayed in that position for quite some time. I know it must have taken me several minutes to realize where I was. Finally, I realized that Amanda had stopped all of her ministrations and was basking, too, in the warmth of post-orgasm bliss.
She continued to suck on me until I was a more normal size. I slipped out of her mouth and fell onto the bed exhausted, feeling otherworldly of course, but exhausted, nonetheless.
I was a bit too tired to fall asleep so I moved around to the head of the bed and propped a pillow behind myself, staring at Amanda’s sexy body. As I was slowly returning to reality I heard the sound of gargling. Looking to her head, I realized that she was gargling with my two orgasms, at least all that had not spilled out. She appeared to be enjoying the sensation, so much so that she moved a hand back to her pussy and the other to her breast. These had the affect of exciting her suddenly, enough to have another orgasm as she closed her mouth and simply swished the white stuff around and over her tongue.
The view was perfect. I couldn’t get it up for a little while at least, but watching my beautiful wife caressing many of my most cherished parts of herself was a heap of fun. She looked so lovely and sexy in the light. I was indeed a lucky man.
Eventually, the activity ceased and she came up to lie by me. As she got settled with my arm around her and some of the sheets draped over her, she ultimately swallowed what was in her mouth, ending with a somewhat gruff gulp. After a few seconds that was followed by a cum burp.
‘What are you,’ I asked her, ‘a truck driver? Where are your manners?’
‘Hey, mister,’ she replied, ‘most truck drivers are hard working people. They’re way above da rotten manners of dis low class broad!’ Smiling at her imitation of a New Yawker, she cuddled next to me.
‘OK,’ I said, knowing when I’d been one-upped, ‘I’ll grant you that was a dumb and insensitive choice of expression.’ However, I could rarely settle for not having the last word – wise or not – so I added, ‘But, I beg to differ: Dis right here is a no class broad.’
She satisfied me with a low chortle. (Thank you, my dear, I thought.) She grabbed the remote and turned on the television. I glanced at it for a few seconds before my mind wandered. I remembered something familiar about our experience this evening.
It took me back, as many events had recently, to that Halloween party of quite some time ago.
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