Steak & BJ After Decades Of Neglect - Sex Stories

Steak & BJ After Decades Of Neglect

... up her orgasm to give a third to me.

Sitting on the couch, I watched the game. My wife was straining to make me cum with her mouth, as her pussy contracted from the effect of the melting ice, and the anal plug kept urging from behind.

But after two cumshots, my cock was flaccid and reacting very little. My wife understood that it was just a selfish whim on my part: I was not aroused and had already had two orgasms, and indirectly I was asking her to give up her own. On a normal day, my selfish behavior would have triggered an argument full of words, but on the Traditional B & J Holiday, we had agreed that she would utter nothing but monosyllables.

Violet could have resorted to Safeword, but she decided to continue, even though she understood it was a futile effort.

Violet continued relentlessly, never asking for a respite. Even after the game was over, she continued licking and sucking. She continued again and again, desperately, moaning, panting, because she wanted at all costs to fulfill my order even though it was an almost impossible order. Seeing all her efforts affected me. Her forehead, beaded with sweat, her wet locks of hair, her mouth, exhausted from the effort, her tongue, which for once had not been used to give a thousand lectures on rights and injustices. And her magnificent tits, with her nipples, pushed forward by the strap with which I had gripped her elbows.

She deserved me to help her. And I wanted to help her. Her goal was to swallow more ...

... cum, I focused on all the wonderful things she had done for me on March 14th, and I cum.

It wasn't a flood, it wasn't a hurricane: it was an honest stream of cum. After three blowjobs she had dried me dry, completely.

I released her elbows, leaving only the Velcro cuffs (if she had wanted, she could have taken them off. To my amazement, she did not).

I removed her anal plug. I wiped off all the water that had melted from her two ice cubes.

She was exhausted, like a child who had played too much and needed to sleep. I picked her up and carried her to her room, then gently laid her in bed. It was 15 minutes to midnight.

She whispered to me, "Love."

"I love you too, honey. It was the 14th, non-Valentine's, best day ever. Now get some rest."

Violet pouted with sweet eyes. "Love..."

"No, darling, after three cumshots I couldn't get laid if Wonder Woman herself was in the bed, tied with the golden rope of Truth."

Violet couldn't contain herself: she was itching to have an orgasm herself!

But she had enough willpower to avoid uttering whole sentences. She said only, "Pussy..."

"For fifteen minutes more, you can't have orgasms. You know, it's a long family tradition, March 14th until midnight. But I promise, after midnight I'll eat it for you."

And, you can believe me. She was horny as hell from the anticipation, and I was super eager at eating it and fingering her (double: I knew full well that she loved it when the two fingers in the pink rubbed ...