The power of...Veto? [mf] | 2016

Big Brother. My wife likes to watch Big Brother. And by proxy I end up watching it too. Fuck. In reality I subject myself to it because it means I can cuddle up to her and soak in her good stink and play a bit of major league grab ass on commercial breaks. Last night, however, I fell asleep well before the eviction voting, nestled against her shoulder with our legs intertwined. Pretty heavenly actually.

I don’t know how long I was out but I woke to her removing my shorts rather abruptly. They are the type of shorts that have snaps on both sides (basketball shorts?) so it wasn’t very hard for her to rip them off of me in a hurry like a magician pulling a table cloth out from under fine china and place settings. Blowjob - my initial thought based on the way she was settling in between my spread legs and grabbing a hold of my still groggy member. One long and slow lick from base to tip managed to stir the beast from his slumber and cause him to spring to attention. Before I knew it she was mounting me reverse cowgirl, rubbing her soaking wet lips on my still rising love barometer. “The girls on Big Brother bleached their assholes” she said as she lowered herself onto me, taking my entire length in one fell swoop. Goddamn was she wet. “Oh yeah?” was all I could muster. “Yeah,” she replied, “would you like it if I did that?” Rhetorical question? Serious question? Trap? No idea. “Waste of time,” I stammered, “I love your other hole just the way it is.” “Good answer” she moaned as she engulfed me harder and faster. I am quite certain at this point that all this talk of pucker holes is what has her all foamed into a frenzy.

Usually the visual of reverse cowgirl combined with the fact that she can handle taking all of me at that angle leads me to the edge like a lemming. At this point though she was so flipping wet that I felt I could hold out for a bit. I pushed back at her frantically, attempting to match her pace. I caressed her bumhole with my thumb, using her own wetness as lube. My other hand groped for her clit and she let out a little gurgle when I finally located it. I knew this wasn’t going to last long, though. She was getting close to an orgasm and I knew she couldn’t finish like this. Sure enough she hopped up, spun around, and dropped herself back onto my cock without missing a beat. “That’s better” she grunted.

Usually this is where she takes the stance of a jockey – pinning her clit to my pubic bone - and puts 100% effort into reaching the finish line. Not this time, though. Her pace varied. She stretched out a leg, taking me in all the way. And holy shit was she dripping wet. We went like this for a bit, both enjoying ourselves, until she decided it was time for her orgasm to take the stage. She rode me hard – shallow and purposefully – making sure her clit and g-spot were both being pummeled. I spewed dirty talk just the way she likes - telling her how wet her pussy was, how my hard cock was all for her, how badly I wanted her to cum for me. A few low groans later her pace slowed and she pressed her forehead against mine, growling. Her motions slowed and she took me in deep again over and over.

Now this is the part of our sex sessions that is a bit like a ‘choose your own adventure’ book. “Turn to page 14 if you want to stay in the cave and explore.” Spoiler alert – I usually want to stay and explore the cave. But I digress. So sometimes that will be it. She will have had her fun and she just wants me to finish up, flip her on her back and spray at her mouth like a county fair water gun race. Sometimes she will rest for a brief moment and go right for a second (or third, or fourth…) orgasm. Sometimes she’s on the fence and I can convince her that she really wants more. “Can you cum now?” she asked sweetly, out of breath. I’m sure my devilish grin gave away my intentions, one of my favorite things is to cajole her into an orgasm after she is convinced she’s done. “Babe…” she said, knowing full well I wasn’t going to give up that easily. Her motions at this point – slow and deep – were geared more towards my pleasure than hers but I was scheming to get her to go back the other way.

“Oh…” she said suddenly, “Oh wow.” And just like that the tables were turned. Somehow she found a happy place and was right back on the express train to O-ville. This trip, however, was unscheduled and unorthodox. She was feeling things she never had before. I don’t know if it was her unusual amount of wetness, her state of mind, or our position, but she was cumming without clitoral stimulation. As she bounced and moaned I realized that I was close too, but I needed to hold off. And yet, she was still cumming. Somehow she had plateaued and was stuck on 11. I couldn’t take it anymore, I pulled out and shot indiscriminately into the darkness with very little regard for my target.

After we had both settled down and dried off I asked her what the hell had happened. “I have no idea” was her reply “I feel like I came from the inside.” The way she had always described cumming before was that it felt very good for her to be filled up and she could definitely feel her g-spot being stimulated but her orgasm had to come from her clit. “I never had that happen before, cum without my clit being involved” she sounded surprised.

I guess ultimately some good has come from this season of Big Brother. I guess I'm not ready to vote it out of the house afterall.