Powerful stuff. [mf] | 2016

“Everything in the world is about sex except sex. Sex is about power.”

― Oscar Wilde

My wife and I have a lot of fun together and that fun carries over into our sex. We’re also pretty intense people. We definitely push each other’s buttons and up the anti to the point that, at times, I wonder if we’re fucking or trying out for an episode of Jackass.

The first memory I have of our special disposition in the sack occurred when we had been dating for a bit and she sucked my cock for the first time. She was doing an admirable job and I was just enjoying the moment when I felt myself about to coat her throat. Being the courteous type I gave her the ‘ol 3 second warning. She responded by pulling me out of her mouth and directing my seed at her tits. Pretty hot for sure, but for some reason I was a little irked that she didn’t finish me off in her mouth. Now – and let me defend my thought process here because I know it's a touchy subject - it does feel better to cum in a girl’s mouth. I’m not entirely sure if that is completely mental or if there is a physical reason. Regardless, I believe - for me - a lot of it has to do with a little bit of power and a little bit of desire. I want her to want my spunk so bad that she is begging me for it, doing everything she can to send me over the edge so she can steal my cum because she needs it in her greedy little mouth. That is exactly how I feel about her nethers. I have treated the area between her back dimples and her belly button as my own personal pussy and ass buffet. I’m not down there just to please her, I’m down there because I love the intimacy of bringing her to orgasm with my mouth. If she shot some fluid out of her pussy - even if it did smell a bit like pancake batter - I would lap it up and beg her for another helping. But I digress.

So there I lay staring at her cum covered tits and I made a decision, I decided I needed to punish her for decades – nay, centuries – of women finishing their men off outside of the welcoming, warm, and wet confines of their pretty little mouths. I flipped her over on her back and went to town on her with my hands and mouth. I love stuffing about 17 pillows under her ass so that her pussy mound is way higher than her head in an almost pile-driver position and I lap at her undercarriage while staring down at her. This causes her to cum quickly because she likes being confined and controlled and she says my eyes look smirky and smug as I chow down on her box knowing she can’t do anything but lay there and cum. But not this time. Punishment time, remember? So as I can feel her hips start to buck and her face scrunches up I stop sucking on her and I use the palm of my hand to finish her off. Victory. Game - not blouses.

The expression on her face was a mix of pissed and surprised and then revelation. Oh the irony, I finished you off with my hand. Touché. We both started laughing our asses off as she swatted at me – half angrily and half indignant. “What the fuck was that?!?” she laugh-screamed. “What’s good for the goose…” was my retort. So began a light-hearted discussion about the merits of swallowing or not swallowing my love hummus. “It doesn’t taste good.” Understood. “There is just too much.” Ok. “Nobody cums in my mouth.” Ahhh… Here we are. We found the crux. It turns out a big part of it was that by swallowing my cum she would somehow be a slut or be giving too much of herself to me. Alright, now we’re getting somewhere. We were still young and casual and she saw swallowing my personal swim team as a big step. “No problem,” I said, “how about a compromise?”

I could feel my love Shaq starting to stir and I knew my refractory period was almost over. She began rubbing me with both her hands and in no time at all I was back in her mouth. This time her actions were more purposeful, more zealous. She was on a mission, curious about my end game. Her eyes were locked to mine as she worked to bring me to the edge. She could tell I was close and her motions intensified. “I’m going to cum,” I groaned, “but don’t you dare spit, I want every bit of that in my mouth.” Her eyes widened like saucers at my instructions, looking shocked she never stopped sucking. I felt a powerful load unlodge from deep inside me and spurt into her. I grabbed her by the face and shoved my tongue into her mouth. We made out and exchanged my fluids as she ground her clit on my thigh.

She never has spit again. Most often she’ll swallow my cum but sometimes, mostly when I’m tied up and she’s dominating me, she’ll spit the result of her efforts into my mouth and laugh. Fucking hilarious, right?