Yep, guys thinking with their little head and not their big one.
With my husband (even before we started swinging), I straddled his face more than once after he came in me. He has a talented tongue and I finished at times before I got my last orgasm. He was reluctant the first couple of times, but went with it after a while
It is certainly a freaky thing to get used to! I had not given it a lot of thought, but when we started playing, she started steering me into a few new directions, initially as a part of learning to please one another. We would have discussions where we would explore what was and was not tolerable. She asked me one night if I would consider eating cum out of her. . . I initially said yes, but she reminded me of something I had told her. . and that was the face that back in the 80's I discovered readable porn, magazines like Penthouse forum, and later variations. I showed a few that I still had left over after all those years, and let her read through them. She would ask me about the letters that I found hot, and the ones related to, (get this!) "I always wanted to watch my wife with another man" letters would be easy to recall. . they made me hard as a younger guy and we were discovering that they still did.
I am not going to say she tricked me, but she did reawaken thoughts I had not had in some time. It took a few months before we decided to visit the local strip clubs. . .and she was amazing with that. She would compliment the girls, and tell me which ones she thought were hot. . even graced me with a couple of lap dancers which the girls were always ready to deliver to a girl or a guy. But that lead eventually to our visiting a local swingers club to see what it was actually like.
This story is going to take a while to tell, and I want to stay focused here, so I will only say that she surprised me with the whole snoball thing one night when I least expected it. To make a long story short, she spontaneously gave me a blowjob one night, and after I had cum she waited a moment and then came up and and gave me an open mouth kiss, and of course my cum. I dare say that I was surprised and at first almost puked, but she put her hand over my mouth, and said, STOP, RELAX. . act like you are going to spit it out. . but just hold it a moment.
I should say that I had agreed in theory to doing this, but she slipped it into me when I did not expect it. So it did not really fall under that two weeks with no sex if you did not follow through agreement. . but she did remind me as I am laying there having her just delivered a load of my cum directly to my mouth.
She talked to me and reassured me that it would not ******* me, but that I may puke and if I did I had to change the sheets. The thought of running to the bathroom occurred to both of us at the same time, and she cut my escape off at the proverbial pass, by planting herself right over me as if she were on top. .. "
FORGET IT!" She said. "You can do this. . . and you do want to watch me with another guy right?" The thought ran through my mind, and I did want that. I nodded yes, as she leaned her head down and whispered "
THEN DO IT. . .SWOLLOW THE CUM." My mind was starting to spin a bit, and I finally managed to swallow my load.
"Congratulations," she offered, "
. . .That wasn't so bad now was it?" I had no fucking idea what to say at that moment, as she had caught me off guard, and gotten me to eat my own cum. . .The thought of her new level of assertiveness occurred to me at that moment. . "You know, guys always expect their wives, girlfriends whatever to give blowjobs, and to swallow it." . . she looked deeply into my eyes and put her right index finger to my lips. . "
We have been married a while now, and I have given you blow jobs without a complaint." She paused, reached down and grabbed my cock with her left hand and wiping the last bits of cum off. She sat up on me as if she had just whipped me in a fight, "
Now you can start taking it. . If I give you a blow job, I may want YOU to be MY BITCH and swallow your cum, not all the time, but you won't know when!"
I started to feel a bit queasy as she smiled and snickered a bit. She had masterfully maneuvered me into this, and I had an idea that it would not be the last time. As I pondered my situation, her left fingers found my mouth and face, and she used my cheeks and lips like a cum rag. . .She wiped the remains of my cum on my face, as I started to move to get up. "
No, why don't you lay with it a while?" she offered, Whatever she said did not register at that moment as my senses were starting to reset but were not quite there yet. . her hand came off my face, as she wiped her mouth off as if she had just finished some BBQ. She told me to pull my legs up, into the position you would casually read a book. . As I did she leaned back against my thighs and I became her chair. Not a problem, we had done this often after sex with her on top . . .but something was different. I resigned myself into being submissive right then and there.
"You know, we have talked about this, and you have all but told me that this is what you want. You want to watch me get fucked, and you have admitted that your previous wife refused to play around." The thought of my ex went through my mind and while not a buzz *******, she was right. I enjoyed the letters about watching, but she had flat refused the idea. "Yeah, she did," I started. . .pausing to recall how the issue seemed to fascinate the ex for a while, but then, she just refused to play. My personal though was that it had something to do with her sister getting divorced a few months before. . .and then, what to say? "
She was funny about it. . when we first started exploring, she seemed interested, and then nothing. I still do not know what was up with that." "
Disappointed you didn't it?" She offered. "Well, we have been talking about this for a while, and I have decided to play. We can ease into this, but you are going to have to start acting the part", she paused again picked up her glass of rum and cola and took a few drinks, sat it down and gave me a matter of fact look. . .I knew this look to mean, I better pay attention. Usually because she was pissed, but not this time.
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You can start by eating me out after we have sex. . .And if I am full of cum, so be it" I could not believe the words coming out of my wife. . . she was usually pretty meek, but this was something I had not seen before. "Tell you what, you have been good about watching me dance with a few guys at the club. . ." A pregnant pause followed as I wondered if I was going to get what I had wanted for years, or be told to forget it!" But she went on. "We will go Saturday and see where the comfort level is, AND if you can keep it together, We will TALK about going further. . .fair?"
"AHhhh. . .. " was all I could get out at that moment. When we first started visiting the local swingers club, we had both agreed that we were just going to watch, and check the place out. Over the past few months we had gone exactly 3 times. Bought a few drinks, talked to some people who did not made us feel like the proverbial virgins at Rocky Horror about the lifestyle. After the first trip, we invited a couple to have dinner with us the following week, but they cancelled and then called us back near the end of the week and announced we were on if we were still interested. As it worked out, we met them for dinner and talked for quite some time. Tim and Monique as it turned out went to school where Bobbie did, and they were a bit older than we were. Bobbie hit it off with both of them which fostered some interesting discussions. However, we did get an interesting view into the local adult scene as they had been involved for several years.
The second and third time, we accompanied Tim and his lovely wife Monique. They were in their mid 50's at that time, and "Mo" as she preferred to be called was an attractive but slightly larger woman, while Tim, who would only say he was in some business, was a bit older. Mo was dark complected with dark features. It turned out that she was part American Indian. Tim was at the time ball headed and had a graying goatee, (which apparently Bobbie found quite attractive) and weighed about 90 pounds soaking wet. The night we went out, Mo was wearing a hell of a sexy dress that gave a great side view of her average sized slightly saggy boobs. Bobbie was even kidding her about it, until she grabbed her Bobbie's hand and stuck into the side of her dress and right on her boob! Bobbie paused a moment, looked her in the eyes, and played with Mo's breast a bit before warning her that she might get them in trouble and pulling her hand back just as the waitress arrived to take our order.
Damn, I was impressed. . .Tim laughed a bit to himself, as Bobbie and Mo started whispering to one another. We had an uneventful dinner but learned much. They had been swingers since the 90's, and while Tim admitted to having an occasional pang of jealousy, they had been in the lifestyle long enough to be ideal guides. They explained the etiquette of swinging and that of the three adult clubs in town, 2 were very strict about the "No means No" policy, and the third was like the wild west, (as Tim put it) and a "
. . .festering sewer, barely above a porn theatre with sticky floors" as Mo put it. They explained that it could ruin a marriage if both partners were not committed, and that was the one thing that bothered them both. Mo explained that they had lost several friends from adult play when one person or the other could not handle it. They explained that all three places allowed open sex, but could not by law serve alcohol on the premises, and usually people could bring their own bottle of *******. (Wow, ******* by the wink! Not since the 70's!!) That ******* were generally forbidden, and that at least one of them allowed a single unescorted male per couple, and that they usually kept an eye on them, and would toss them out if there were any complaints. . .and. . .
BOOM! Bobbie slapped me gently and asked where the hell my mind was! I explained that I was recalling our dinner with Tim and Mo. . She giggled a bit, and just said, "
That was a fun night, wasn't it?"
To be continued. . .
