I was in my recliner, footrest up but not reclined, watching some movie on cable about a guy with a crossbow killing vampires. The female vamps were quite nice so long as I didn’t look at their faces.
My wife walked in, grabbed a couple of throw pillows from the couch and came to stand in front of me, not quite blocking the view of the TV. That was what she did when she wanted a backrub. I lowered the footrest, she dropped the pillows at my feet, knelt on them and laid her body into my lap. The chair plus my legs made just the right height to be very comfortable for her. She’d even fallen asleep in that position a few times.
I started massaging her back, running my thumbs up and down either side of her spine with an outward-swinging motion, she really liked. After several minutes of that, she did something totally out of character for her.
She lifted her head, reached up and unbuckled my belt, unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans, pulled them down as much as she could with me sitting, fished my dick out and started sucking it to hardness.
I had often wished in vain she would do that as a reward for the many backrubs I’d given her over the years. “Wow! This is cool,” I thought. “Wonder what brought this on?” But not being one to look a gift horse in the mouth, I started watching the movie. I tried fantasizing that one of the female vamps was sucking on me, but the fangs kept getting in the way, so I abandoned fantasy and allowed reality to rule.
I was soon rock-hard, and the foreskin was down, the purple head standing out as her tongue swirled around it just before her lips made an O and slipped over it to engulf most of my shaft.
Keeping my dick in her mouth, she grabbed my jeans with both hands and pulled. I lifted myself as best I could with my hands on the arms of the chair and she slipped pants and underwear down to my ankles. Then she pushed my T-shirt up as high as she could and began stroking my chest hair, occasionally tweaking my nipples. “Geez, she must be possessed,” I thought, but said, “God, that feels good! I love your mouth on my dick!”
She continued, applying suction on the upstroke, letting her lips close as they passed over the head, then swirling her tongue around it before slipping it back in, sliding down until it hit the back of her throat. As inhibited and hung up as she acted otherwise, that woman could suck a dick. One hand went from my chest to my balls and she began gently massaging them. My legs spread as wide as the chair arms would allow, to give her as much room as possible. She began a process where she would have her lips tight around my shaft on the down stroke that caused the skin to pull against the head. That feeling has always been a major trigger for me. As she did that, she would tug lightly on my balls while pinching first one nipple, then the other.
I started pumping back, fucking her mouth as she continued her process on me. I put my hands on her back at either side of her neck, pulling gently on her down stroke. My cum began building as the final battle of the movie approached. I felt precum ooze out the tip of my dick. Usually, she would lift her head and wipe it off her tongue with her finger, then squeeze out and clean off as much as she could before going back to sucking. This time, though, she just kept right on sucking.
“Damn,” I thought. “Wonder how far this will go?”
I became more insistent with my hip action as I edged closer to the precipice. I could hear my breathing becoming fast and ragged. I’d totally lost the show, focused only on her head moving up and down. I moved my left hand to her back just below her neck as my other hand lifted her hair so I could watch my dick sliding in and out of her mouth.
“I’m going to cum,” I warned her. She kept sucking and I kept fucking her mouth. My stroking increased more, and her head stopped its motion, allowing me to take control. I moved my left hand to behind her head, gently holding it to encourage her to stay, but loose enough that she could pull back if she wanted.
She increased her attention on my nipples, pinching and pulling them like I would do to hers. Her other hand moved to the base of my shaft, gripping it and pulling down hard on the skin. Holy Fuck! That was it!
“Oh, God! Here it comes,” I said. She seized one nipple in a death grip and almost pulled it off. That sensation went straight to my groin. The first pulse of cum went into her mouth and she didn’t move. My left hand moved up and grabbed the back of her head, pulling her down onto my dick as it squirted wad after wad of semen onto her tongue. I shuddered and cried out as my entire body convulsed in orgasm. Her tongue continued swirling against the underside of my dick as she milked my dick of cum with her mouth. After the pulsations were done and I relaxed my grip, her hands let go of my nipple and shaft, but she continued sucking on the head for several seconds. I gripped my dick at the base and pushed up, squeezing the last drops into her mouth.
I was hoping she would swallow, but the old her suddenly returned. She jumped up without looking at me and ran to the kitchen (the closest sink) where I heard her spitting and washing her mouth out. The movie was over, too.