"God, I love your cock."
Those were her exact words. It doesn't happen very often but every once in a while, something snaps in my wife and she goes completely outside of her normal personality, sexually speaking anyway. I guess this was one of those times.
We had just finished dinner, enjoyable as always but nothing out of the ordinary. The exception maybe was that she was a little quieter than usual. I started to get up to clear the table but she beat me to it. While picking up my plate she leaned in and whispered in my ear.
"God, I love your cock. I want to fuck you."
Her tone wasn't anxious or worked up or desperate. I don't even think she was trying to shock me. It was just so matter of fact, so deliberate. Certainly direct and to the point.
"Huh?" was about all I could get out. I was a bit surprised to say the least. I couldn't recall the last time she used that word.
"You heard me," she said as she moved to the kitchen with the plates. "Go sit in the chair in the family room. I'll be right there," was her matter-of-fact directive.
I did as I was instructed but felt a little silly. I figured this was going to be a good thing and I that my role would be pretty simple, but even so, I didn't want to do anything to mess it up.
Just as I settled into the leather chair, she came into the family room and stood in front of me. Her eyes locked onto mine and without a word, she started taking her clothes off. Maybe it was the wordless way she did it. Deliberate but not in a rush. There didn't seem to be any intent to tease me and in a way, that made it all the more exciting. This woman wanted sex and her clothes would play no part in that. They just had to go.
When she was finished and stunningly naked, she stepped closer, in-between my legs. She took her hand and placed it right on the crotch of my pants.
"Well, I can see that you like how I look, with no clothes," she said as she gave my burgeoning erection a little squeeze. "Now your clothes will have to come off too."
With that, she started taking my clothes off. In less than a minute I was sitting in that chair without a stitch. My cock was at full attention and twitching this way and that with each heartbeat.
"God, I just love your cock!" she said as she dropped to her knees and rested her arms on my thighs. She just looked at me for a moment. I could feel her warm deep breath on my cock.
We were just getting started but I was already in an intense state of arousal. It was just that much more exciting because I had no idea what was in store.
My view of her face was partially blocked by my now fully erect cock. It was throbbing with each pulse of blood that was sent to engorged it. Syrupy precum began seeping from the swollen tip, leaking down the head in a thin dribble.
While watching the lubricant slowly slip out of me she repeated herself, "God, I just love your cock!"
Driven by the mad desire to be touched, my mind raced with what she might do next. Would she grab ahold of me with her hands? Lick me? Press her face into me? Swallow me? WHAT?
No. She was in no hurry and it became clear she wanted to torture me.
She looked right into my eyes and never broke that contact as she extended her wet tongue. She moved her face in and gave me the lightest of licks just along the centerline of my balls.
AHHH!!! A thousand tickling impulses shot through my entire body. Uncontrollably my abdomen clenched hard, my untouched cock stiffened, forcing even more precum out of me. There was now a thick strand that dangled from the tip down to my abdomen.
This was agony! I had to be touched, even if I had to be the one to do it. Impulsively my hands went to my cock but she was quicker and blocked them.
"No. Don't touch," she insisted. "This is all mine. Just sit there and enjoy it... if you can," she said with an impish smile.
Slowly but with a mission, she ran her tongue on my balls, over and over again, painting them liberally with her saliva.
"Mmmmm. Your balls taste and smell so good!" she teased after a great inhale. "God, I love licking your balls!"
What good deed had I done to possibly deserve this treatment. Here was the love of my life, a stunning woman by any measure, totally naked, kneeling between my legs, licking my balls, and telling me she likes the way they taste and smell! I was certainly headed for heaven but if so, I was also certainly going to arrive there quite insane. I was already out of my mind with sexual tension. It was all I could do to remain still in that chair. Sweat was forming at my forehead. My heart was racing as if it would burst through my chest. With my cock at full erection, each heart beat was almost a discomfort. Every time that wonderful wet tongue of hers touched me, more precum slithered out of the head. Quite a pool had formed on my abdomen.
Her attentions expanded but not enough to sooth my anxiety. She licked my scrotum in ever expanding circles. She took turns sucking each of my balls in to her mouth and then caressing them further with her tongue. Each time she let them escape it was with a sloppy wet plop.
Her face was wet now. Her lips, chin, and cheeks glistened with saliva. She pressed her face deep into the crease between the base of my cock and my right thigh. She breathed in deeply. I heard and felt her sigh. While licking me she managed to talk to me again.
"Do you know why I like licking you here?" she said rhetorically? "I can feel your heartbeat with my tongue. I can feel it pumping to your cock. I can feel it swell and throb. I can feel it when you clench down, on purpose or not, and when that happens, I know that more precum is dripping from the tip. Mmmmm, like that! That is so sexy, knowing I am the one that is making that happen."
Now, finally, she turned her attentions to my cock.
"Do you want me baby?" she teasingly cooed. "Do you want my mouth? Do you want it on you? On your cock? I'll bet you do."
