The last time we had sex, it was short. I got too excited to try something I hadn’t been able to accomplish yet. But the time before, I had done it for a few seconds until my husband wanted to switch gears and fuck me missionary. But I had my proof of concept and I was excited to see how long I could go with my newly-developed skill.

Once we were warmed up, I make my way south and pulled the waistband of his underpants down to reveal his cock, already nice and erect for me. I’m so overwhelmed with lust, I pull his boxer briefs off completely so I can fully appreciate every inch of his body. I begin to lightly tug his shaft as I caress and kiss his thighs and balls. I work my kisses up the shaft until I reach the tip, which I give a gentle suck. I move my head up and down the top few inches like usual. Then I go for it. I relax my throat and take all of him in. I bob my head rhythmically, allowing him to slide down my throat again and again. It’s oddly relaxing. I feel his hand on my back, gentle, yet firmly pressing down on me with the rhythm of the motions.

I take a few moments to come up for air and slowly stroke him to keep him from getting soft. I swallow the fluids that have accumulated in my mouth to the delightful discovery it was much saltier than the usual, light precum I’m used to tasting. Every time I’ve given a blowjob before, he’s stopped me so he can finish in my cunt. I’ve also been nervous for him to finish in my mouth until now. What if it was gross? Where would I spit? But not only was it not disgusting, it was delicious. It was so satisfying to taste and feel the cum going down my throat. I knew that wasn’t it though. I had to get back to work.

I engulfed his dick whole. I was a little too eager and gagged, but soldiered forth. The hand on my back pressed on me with increasing frequency, signalling me to go faster, which I happily obliged. I bobbed faster, and then a little faster until my husband’s abdomen suddenly contracted, and he pushed me off, groaning. I was worried I had done something wrong. I looked over at him to see what was the matter, only to be blessed by the sight of cum erupting from him, coming out in pulses of cream dripping onto his fuzzy tummy. He’s only ever finished inside me, so I’ve never been lucky enough to see the beautiful moment. I had told him before about my anxiety about getting a load in my mouth, which is why he pushed me off just in time. I passed him the towel we had prepared, although I was tempted to lick it up. I'll have to tell him next time that I would be happy to swallow his cum if he would allow me the pleasure.

We finished the night with me masturbating in his arms, which I had never done before either, since coming too early is rarely an issue. I thought it would be awkward, but it was just as intimate as regular sex. I felt proud of myself for making my man cum so quickly and I still ended up satisfied.