Oral sex is not a frequent part of my wife’s and my relationship, but it is a part. It is not a mutual event either. We don’t do it simultaneously because it just doesn’t work as well that way. We prefer it when the giver can concentrate their total effort on giving and the receiver can concentrate totally on receiving. I also think this makes it a much more intimate and loving gesture. I probably do my wife 5 or 10 times for every time she does me and that’s fine because, when I’m in the right mood, I love eating her. Usually I enjoy this when it’s been a while. I get great pleasure from bringing her off 3 or 4 times before we ever copulate.

It used to be that the only time she did me was when I asked her. That’s because she simply doesn’t like the taste of my cum and the one time she tried to swallow, she choked. But she has learned to maintain the coupling until depletion and, when she does it, it is wonderful because I know that she’s doing it only to please me. And she’s gotten extremely good at it because she has turned it into a total body experience. Like most of our other activities she has learned that introducing the elements of surprise and visual stimulation adds to the pleasure. She has also learned that in oral sex, like other variations, there is great benefit to taking me up to the plateau and keeping me there for an extended time. When she does that, the finish comes more quickly when she decides it’s time to finish, and the orgasm is much more intense and satisfying. Clothing isn’t that important except for one item, clean white cotton panties. That’s because I love her tush in white panties and I see a lot of her tush in oral sex.

The time I remember most, I was totally surprised by her. It was a summer evening and for at least a while, there was no chance of interruption by our kids. She had taken her usual before-bed-bath and was in bed under only a sheet when I came in. I sat on the bed and proceeded to undress. I felt the bed move and glanced in the mirror to see her lean over and check the alarm. I went back to undressing and had everything off except my tidy whiteys which I was just pulling down below my knees when I felt the bed move again. I paid no attention since she was probably just getting settled under the sheet.

I had just kicked my undies clear when she had grabbed me by the shoulder and pulled me backwards on the bed so that my feet were on the floor and I was on my back. In one motion she crawled over me and laid on top in a 69 position. With her legs outstretched I could not move because her entire weight was concentrated on the upper half of my body. My only views were the ceiling and her beautiful tush in white panties. Before I had a chance to ponder my fate, she swallowed Peter. He was soft and normal and she easily fit all of him into her warm mouth. As she stroked him with her tongue and sucked, she rested her forearms on my hips and kept her fingers busy playing with and teasing Peter’s balls. Peter responded quickly and as he grew taller and firmer, she could not keep all of him in her mouth, but she was able to engulf a few inches of him.

When he was very hard and very erect, she released her suction and licked him for a bit. Her fingers continued to play. Then she began to scoot herself toward her feet bringing her tousche within tongue’s reach. She let me tongue her undies for a short bit while her fingers stayed busy with Peter and his balls. Then she raised her butt putting her weight on her knees and forearms and scooted a little more toward her feet. All the while she slowly moved backward she kissed and tongued my torso. When she got to my navel, she paused and focused on it for a while. This was incredibly erotic because while my navel was now home to her tongue, her navel was directly in reach of my tongue as well. I seized the opportunity and gave her everything she gave me.

She continued to gradually move backward and all the while was showering me with her affections. She paused again when she got to a nipple and concentrated on it, shifting her torso to the side so that while she had my nipple, I had hers. Then a shift to the other side and the other nipple. Now one hand was on the unattended nipple and the other was still playing with Peter. She moved back and forth between the nipples for a bit, and then continued backward. Her hands could no longer reach Peter and she moved them to my head. She kissed and caressed every part of my neck and face. At the ears she tongued and breathed into them. Then she brought her lips to mine and gave me the deepest, longest, most intense french kiss ever. It was incredibly erotic, partly because it was upside down. It was incredible! Peter was at full attention, but she was in no hurry. She had now been at this for a good, or perhaps I should say, a very good 15 minutes.

Then she reversed course and began working her way down my body. When she got to a nipple she paused again and we were back in the same mutual activity. When she could reach, she began playing with Peter again but was very careful not to set him off. She would change grips every stroke or two. She was just playing with him. At one point she grabbed him between her index finger and next finger like a nurse would hold a syringe and used her thumb to collect his pre-cum and spread it all around his head. She gave the back of his head and neck a few good strokes with her thumb and then released, going back to just playing with him. It’s as though she was saying, “I could have you now, but I’m going to make you wait.”

She continued to move down until her tush was again in view just above my mouth. Her panties were soaked. Then she surprised me again and lowered her tousche onto my face and she began a rythmic pelvic motion grinding her tush against my face, nose and chin. I nibbled at it and tongued it. I felt her run the fingers of one hand over Peter’s head. She apparently collected more pre-cum, then formed her thumb and two fingers in a circle around Peter, tightened this grip and slid it all the way down the shaft. She began to slowly and firmly stroke him but only short strokes on the bottom half of the shaft. The fingertips of her other hand moved gently around the balls. It could feel her warm moist breath on Peter’s head. She was just inches from him. Her pelvic motion continued as her hands continued their playing. There I was on the brink, but she would allow me to go no further.

Suddenly she gasped. I realized what was happening and took a deep breath just in time as her tush descended on my face, smothering me in her love juices. Her back arched up, and her legs and butt tightened as she tensed and held me there, smothered, for most of 30 seconds. Her hands had stopped during this orgasm. When she relaxed, her hands resumed and she lifted her tush off of my face. She moved down a little more as I caught my breath. Her hand activity increased in intensity, strokes were firmer and more rapid, and there was real purpose to all of it.

Then, like a big cat, she moved in for the kill. Her mouth engulfed the top few inches of Peter and she applied a suction that would make Hoover proud. I began thrusting, but could get no more of him into her mouth because of her position, resting on her forearms. She was in total control. It didn’t matter because her hands had more resolve. One stroked the bottom half of Peter while the other caressed his balls and she maintained her suction on his head and neck. In probably less than a minute, Peter erupted like a volcano. She maintained her stroke and suction, but her hand on my balls now gripped them tightly. She held on as I bucked and I could feel my jism coming out of her mouth and running down Peter’s shaft, lubricating the hand that was still firmly stroking. While she sucked, she was forcing my cum out of her mouth. She held firm as I gave my final firm thrust and arched my back. When I relaxed, she released her grip. Peter stood a little shorter and as he went limp, she climbed off. We scooted up to the pillows. She gave me a tender open mouth kiss, put her head on my shoulder and we drifted off to sleep.