Turnabout is [m]ost certainly [f]air play | 2016

There are times when my wife wants me to just fuck her hard and fast with little regard for her own pleasure. That can be a lot of fun but even more fun than that is when she is in that mood and I can change her mind mid-coitus so that she is begging me to let her cum…

One such night began innocently enough with us in the shower. We had just put the kids to bed and we were chatting and soaping each other up. I usually lose focus before too long and end up with one hand massaging her asshole and one hand attacking her clit. However, on this particular night, she seemed hell bent to focus on my pleasure, dropping to her knees and engulfing my semi-erect cock in her eager mouth. I know what you’re thinking - awesome! Sure, any normal person would just relax, lean back under the warm stream of water and enjoy the spontaneous blowjob. But I’m not that normal and neither is our relationship. I know what she is up to. She wants me to cum, that greedy little cocksucker is doing everything she can to make me bust in her mouth. She was alternating between shallow hard sucks and deep thrusts. She was tugging on my balls and trying to slip a finger or two into my soapy asshole all while staring up at me with innocent eyes. She thinks this is some kind of game, well game on sister hazel.

If you’ve read any of my other stories you already know that our sex – while very loving – usually contains an element of power struggle. Perhaps she just wants to bequeath me with a bit of no-strings-attached oral sex after a long day? Not on your life mr. man. She is fucking with me. For whatever reason she doesn’t want to cum – she’s too tired, her pussy is still sore from last night, she doesn’t feel sexy, the groundhog didn’t see his shadow – who the fuck knows. I certainly don’t give ¾ of a fuck why she doesn’t want to, all I know is that this blowjob is an attempt to get me to cum – and fast. Fuck. That.

Before you start judging me and feel sorry for this devious serpent constricting around my manhood with a finger (2?) in my soapy asshole please realize that this situation works both ways. If I ever dare come home from work and appear tired she purposely puts on the full court press. Me acting like I’m not interested in sex is what gets her going the most. She is like a shark that can smell blood in the water. Yeah, we’re fucked up, but we’re in love.

Back to the blowjob… I need to do something to shift the advantage back my way before I lose it completely. “I’m getting light headed” I say, “can we continue this on the bed?” Her eyes squint a little, I wonder if she’s on to me. “Ok” she replies, still unsure of my motives. She takes off for the bedroom as I towel off. When I open the door I see that she has taken her offensive position – on her knees, head of wet hair firmly planted on my pillow as an added fuck you, and her ass and pussy way up in the air, both already filled with fingers. “Come fuck me” she whispered slyly. Oh shit, defcon 3, it’s on like Michelle Kwan. She knows full fucking well what that sight – that position – does to me. There is no doubt in my mind what she is up to now. That little she-devil is definitely trying to make me cum.

“Oh, I’m going to fuck you” I say, “I just need something first.” I climb up onto our bed – since when are beds so fucking tall by the way? I mean, I’m over 6’ tall and getting into my bed feels like clambering up a 14er. Anyhow, I scale the bedside. I simultaneously place my hand on her upper back between her shoulder blades to distract her – a little fucking sleight of hand if you will – and reach for the hitatchi magic wand hidden near my side of the bed. In one quick motion I flip that fucker on low, press it to her clit and slide my dick home into her nethers. Game, set, match motherfucker. Instantly a squeal erupted from my sopping wet pillow. Her reaction was a mix of surprise, pleasure, and maybe a tad bit of pain as I may have accidently overdid it on my first thrust. Oopsy.

“I thought you wanted me to fuck you?” I mocked. Her response was a jumble of sounds and half formed words. That’s right, turn to the dark side. I’ve got you now. “Ohhh, I’m going to cum!” I exclaim, attempting to fuck with her head a bit. “NO!” she musters. “Excuse me?” I ask slyly, stopping my thrusts and turning off the hitatchi. “Just fuck me you asshole!” she grumbles. “Good enough” I proclaim proudly, knowing full well that victory is mine.

One small problem, though, even just a few more thrusts in this position would be enough to put me over the edge. I need to act fast, although the thought did cross my mind that I should just release the kraken right then and there as payback for her selfish unselfish behavior…

In one swift move I lay her down on her back/side and enter her in a “spoon” position, the magic wand never straying from its intended target. In this position I can last a while longer. My mouth finds her nipple and I switch the magic wand to high as I continue to enter her slowly but steadily. “oh. my. god.” she moans. “I’m rather enjoying this” I tell her smugly. No matter, she is fully entranced in an orgasm and doesn’t even respond to me. Her body writhes gently, her legs tense up, and the wetness pours out of her onto my cock. I let her take control of the magic wand. She flips the switch back down to low and starts another orgasm. I do everything I can to keep myself inside her but my efforts are akin to stopping yourself halfway down the slip-n-slide. Her second orgasm is a little more subtle - her back arches, her eyes close tight, her jagged breathing stops for a moment. And then silence. The hitatchi has stopped. We lie there in a disheveled mess - wet from the shower, sweat, and her juices.

She pulls my arm over her and a blanket over us and says simply “I need to sleep now.” We fall asleep.

It isn’t until I wake up the next morning with a raging erection that I realize I’m not entirely sure who won that round. Fuck.