Steak & BJ After Decades Of Neglect - Sex Stories

Steak & BJ After Decades Of Neglect

... don't remember Violet ever devoting so much time with her mouth to my cock: normally she used her hands, or even her feet, her tits, and especially her pussy, but today she was extremely focused on oral attention. I felt that a wonderful Tradition was being born that we would repeat in future years.

After the end of the second half of the soccer game, there was still half an hour of overtime left. I ordered her to get up, "Get up, I need your service, unless you are too tired."

"Ready."

With much effort, propping herself up against the couch with her elbows tied, Violet stood up on her heels. She stood in front of me, her thighs slightly open and her chin covered with sauce and cum.

"Yes."

"First, I want to see you walk to the kitchen. I want to see waving your dangling tail: you will have to sway your hips a lot as you walk. For the elegance of your gait, I recommend that you always put one foot exactly in front of the other.

In the kitchen, you can open the sink faucet with your mouth, and rinse your chin. I will join you later -- I will walk behind you, to enjoy the view."

She walked very slowly, shaking her ass and swaying on her heels. Her tiger tail swayed left and right. I let her humble herself by wetting her face in the faucet, and then I turned off the water and dried her off.

From the freezer, I took some ice cubes and a soda. I didn't want the alcohol to ruin the memories of that evening. I handed her the glass and allowed her to take a few ...

... sips, although some of the liquid fell on her nipples, causing them to swell from the cold.

She gave a little burp and smiled at me. She did it on purpose to encourage me. One more New Tradition. I took a long swig of soda and then let out a loud belch, which in a prehistoric village would have gotten me elected chieftain. In a fancy club, it would have been embarrassing; in our cave, it was a sign of intimacy and complicity.

There were ice cubes left.

Violet looked at me hopefully and said, "Ice?"

"Yes, dear, Ice. You already have a toy in your rosebud, but you are missing something in your pussy, which I know is at my complete disposal."

"Purr..." she hummed like a cat in heat.

I took an ice cube and ran it over her nipples.

She gasped.

Then, unceremoniously, I slipped a cube inside her pussy and pushed it in with my finger. Before she could react, I took another one and slipped it in. The first one was already melting rapidly.

"Walk to the living room. Go fast on your heels if you don't want to drip all over the hall. I still have to see the extras, and if I had a loving and affectionate wife, maybe she could give me a third blowjob again."

My wife opened her eyes wide in amazement. Three ejaculations within two hours would have been quite abnormal for me. More importantly, that way she would have dried me dry, reducing to zero the chances that I could fuck her at midnight. But she had promised to obey, and she obeyed, even if it meant giving ...