pirateinthemountains
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Sex with John had become boring and predictable. I still love him, but I was getting tired of being left unfulfilled and sexually frustrated. John and I had been married for five years and had fallen into a rut where everything was routine. I wanted more. No, I NEEDED more!
We had fallen from sex every night to once a week, if I was lucky. I couldn't stand it any more and finally said something. “John, What's wrong with me? I mean, you never seem to want to make love to me anymore.” I adopted a pout on my face, a look I know he couldn't resist and waited.
“There's nothing wrong with you, you're beautiful and incredibly sexy!”
“Then why don't we have sex any more? I miss it.”
John looked at the floor for a while before he eventually answered. “It's not you, it's me. I've been having trouble getting hard lately.” He looked embarrassed beyond belief.
“Why didn't you say something?” I asked. “Maybe we should make a doctor's appointment.” I was a bit worried about John's health. He was ten years older than me, maybe he needed Viagra or something. Or maybe it really was me. Maybe I should try harder. With a wicked grin, I slipped my blouse off, exposing by ample bosom. I hefted each one in the palm of a hand and giggled them a moment, knowing what that does to him.
Not wasting a moment, I dropped to my knees and quickly unzipped his pants. I reached inside and retrieved his semi-erect penis and immediately began sucking for all I was worth. I licked the head and all around the rim, then slowly took the whole thing into my mouth. I held him there and felt him begin to grow. Just before I was about to gag on it, I pulled out and began a slow blow job, deep throating his manhood with every stroke.
After a few minutes of this, I stopped and said “No, I don't think you need a doctor after all. Apparently, I wasn't being spontaneous enough.” Finding myself in a rather playful mood, I asked “Would you like me to finish sucking you, or do you have something else in mind?”
“Who am I to deprive a beautiful lady of her fun? You know I can't turn down a blow job.”
Both incredibly turned on and a bit disappointed that I wouldn't be getting what I needed, I returned to the task at hand. I attacked John's big cock with a renewed vigor, determined to make this the best blow job he ever experienced. I began bobbing my head up and down, taking his entire shaft deep into my throat every time. I a matter of minutes, I felt his balls tense up. Knowing he was about to cum, I waited until the last second, then pulled his cock out of my throat and let him cum in my mouth. I held back and didn't swallow any, nor did I let any escape my mouth.
When he began to soften, he pulled out of my mouth and I climbed up to give him a kiss. Not giving him any time to react, I went in for a deep kiss, powering his cum out of my mouth and into his. I held the kiss, not allowing him to spit it out and after a few minutes, he swallowed it. Only then did I break the kiss.
I'd always wanted to give him a 'snowball' but never had the courage before. I guess being denied sex for so long and then settling for giving him a blow job while I was left frustrated pushed me over the edge.
“What was that for?” he asked.
“Did you like it?” I noticed he was still hard, which was unusual. Apparently, he was open to the idea of a powerful woman. This was good news indeed. I pointed to his hard cock and said “Part of you certainly liked it.”
He actually blushed, which got me wondering what else he might like that he was too ashamed to share with me. But, I didn't have time to ponder the implications, I needed sex and he had a hard cock. I pushed him onto his back and climbed onto his cock, riding him in a reverse cowboy style. Since he already had his, I was able to prolong the enjoyment for what seemed like forever. I would move slowly up and down then alternate with a series of faster strokes, maintaining control the entire time. He never once protested.
After what seemed like an hour, I felt him coming again. Knowing what he liked, I timed my down stroke to have him buried deep inside my pussy when he shot his first load. I held on and let him empty his balls onto my wet and very willing pussy as I rode my own orgasm out to its completion. Truthfully, that was the first time we had achieved simultaneous orgasms in several years.
When we were both spent, I collapsed onto his chest and just lay there.
~***~
The next day was Saturday before a three day weekend. We had three days to do nothing and I planned to get to the bottom of this sex problem John thought he had. The night before was the best sex I had in recent memory and I wanted to keep it going.
“So what'd you think of the snowball?” I asked as we were laying in bed snuggling in the early morning hours. “Did you like it?”
John blushed again and I knew. He didn't say anything, but just smiled and blushed a deeper shade of red. I gave him a playful slap on the chest and said “You did like it!”
“Believe me, I'm just as surprised as you are. But yes, I did like it.”
“Well, that certainly is good news” I said with a sly grin as I reached down to feel him getting hard.
Apparently, he REALLY liked it! I stroked him a bit, then guided him into my pussy.
He made love to me slowly, in the missionary position. We embraced in a deep, passionate kiss that lasted the whole time. When he came inside me, again while I was having my own orgasm, I had another wicked thought. I managed to push him out a bit so that he was still cumming inside me, but just barely. When we both came down from our mutual orgasm 'high,' I quickly rolled him over to his back and climbed onto his face.
I planted my wet, cum dripping pussy directly onto his mouth and began grinding into him. After a moment, he opened up and began licking me. Then I pushed his cum out into his mouth and waited to see what happened.
What happened was amazing! He dove into my pussy with an enthusiasm that I had never felt before, from him or anyone else! In no time at all, I was cumming again and he was riding it out, licking and sucking the whole time. I know the neighbors had to be aware of our early morning escapades as I was screaming in pleasure.
~***~
Not believing my luck, but not wanting to ruin anything either, I decided to back off for the rest of the weekend and see what, if anything, happened. I need not have worried. That evening, John came to me and asked “Do you think it's weird that I enjoyed licking my own cum out of you?”
I think he was genuinely concerned that I would find him too 'freaky' or something. “No, I like the taste of your cum, why shouldn't you?”
“Because I'm a guy and I'm not supposed to like it.”
“I think that judging from both of our reactions, it can only be a good thing. Which is very fortunate for me. No more running to the bathroom after we make love. You can take care of the clean up for me.” I gave him a smile and a wink and once again he blushed.
We spent the rest of the weekend making love like we did on our honeymoon and John licked me clean every time. And to think a few days before we were in a deep sexual rut and I was thinking sex was boring!
Over the next few months we returned to a routine, but much different from our old way. John became more and more submissive in his actions. He would make dinner for us, then after clearing the dishes, he would join me in the living room and we would snuggle on the sofa. He never did this before, and I loved that he was doing it now.
Every night he would carry me to the bedroom and gently place me on the bed as if I were a fragile flower he was afraid of damaging. He would undress me and while still clothed himself, he would begin licking and sucking me to the first of many orgasms of the night. And, after sex, he would finish every night by licking our combined juices out of me. Once clean, I would roll over and go to relax. I didn't miss running to the bathroom to clean up at all! Yes, life was suddenly great! I felt like a princess and was thoroughly enjoying it!
So, you can imagine my surprise when John approached me with the idea of a threesome. All of a sudden I felt inadequate. After everything that had happened in the past few months, how could he want another woman? Granted, I had a secret desire to experiment with a girl, but this was different. I couldn't stand the idea of him making love to someone else.
“You've got the wrong idea altogether” he said as gently as he could manage. “I was thinking of bringing another guy home so we could both make love to you. I know you've always wondered what it would be like to have two guys pleasuring you at the same time. So...what do you think?”
I have to say I was intrigued. Even though the thought of John making love to another woman was something I couldn't stand to think of, the idea of having multiple men pleasuring me was quite a turn on! “Okay, but I want to pick out the guy.”
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