When my wife and I got married, she was a virgin. Everything we did in the bedroom was new to her and slow going. She wouldn't let me play with her pussy for a long time; she wouldn't get on top during sex. She wouldn't let me rub her ass for very long and oral sex was a big no-no. She was fine with walking around naked; she likes to see me get hard watching her. Well, things changed big time about two months ago.
We were a little short on money, so when she came home all excited about possibly getting some extra, it was hard to calm her down. I asked her what she was talking about. She said she had overheard her boss talking to her coworker, Tammy, about getting extra money for a job. There was a chance Tammy wouldn't take the job, and if Tammy didn't want it my wife would ask Mr. Johnson if she could do it instead. I asked her if she'd heard how much money the job would pay.
"Yes," she said, "the job would pay fifty bucks. If I was to do it once a week I would get $200 a month, and that would go a long way toward wiping out some of our bills."
Well, I was excited about having a little extra money, but worried she might spend too much time at work. I might have to cook some of my own meals! She just kept going on and on about what we could do with some extra money. I thought to myself, she hadn't actually told me what this extra work was. After some time she went to the kitchen to start dinner, which calmed her down. This was a good time to get more information on what she would be doing.
I said, "Well honey, did Mr. Johnson tell Tammy what this extra work would be?"
She lit up and said with a straight face, "He said it was a blow job."
"Mr. Johnson said he would pay Tammy $50 for a blow job, is that right?"
"Yes."
"Well, what did Tammy say?"
"She said she would have to think about it. And when Tammy says she has to think about something, that means she will end up saying no, so that it leaves it open for me."
\"Do you even know what a blow job is?"
"No, but I can learn. I am a fast learner, I know I can do it."
I was trying hard not to laugh and not doing a very good job of it. She stopped cooking and said, "What's so funny?"
"Nothing. I was just thinking how much fun we can have with all that money." I just couldn't let her go up to her boss and ask if she could do blow job work. So I said, "You know, honey, let me do some research on what kind of work this blow job involves."
She protested, "No, it's alright."
"No, it's not. Please let me look into it first."
"Well, OK. But don't take too long." I told her I would do it first thing tomorrow.
The next day I went down to the local adult book store and picked up a DVD called
Blow Job Queens.
After I got home I got the DVD player all set up and ready to start right after all the credits, because if she saw those she wouldn't watch any of the movie.
When she got home she started dinner and she asked about my day at work. "My day was OK. Wendell hurt his hand a little moving some boxes, but other than that, everything was OK," I told her.
"I thought about asking Tammy if she was going to take Mr. Johnson's offer, but I didn't because I promised you I would wait," she confessed.
I told her I was glad she didn't, because Mr. Johnson had told Tammy in secret, and she wasn't supposed to know. "I know," she said, "but I am just so excited about the possibility of extra work." We ate a quiet dinner, watched the news, and headed into the bedroom to get cleaned up for bed (my favorite time, because I get to see her nude.) After her shower she just walked around nude, as you do. She would bend over and pick up stuff, unaware that she was flashing her ass with her pussy peeking out at me. I loved it. After my shower I stayed nude as well, but my cock was about half hard.
She asked me, "My, are you getting hard now?"
"Ha, well, just in the mood I guess." With the showers done and the bedroom picked up, we climbed into bed to watch some TV. She slid in and got comfortable while I channel surfed, stopping on Boston Legal. All this time the DVD had been loaded and ready to go. After ten minutes she noticed that the DVD player was on and asked me why. I acted like I was really surprised that I forgot, and told her that I'd found a training video on blow jobs. She just lit up and wanted to watch it as soon as possible. I told her it's not what she might think it is, and she needed to keep an open mind.
"OK, OK, just start it!" she insisted. I hit the play button and waited.
The movie started out with a young man ringing a door bell; a pretty girl answers it. She leads him in to the living room, stands in front of him, and starts to unbutton his shirt. She kisses him and works her way down to his nipples to suck on them.
"This is a training video on blow jobs?" my wife asked.
"Yes. Just give it a while," I replied. Back to the movie - with the guy's shirt off, the girl undoes his pants. He's not wearing any underwear, and a 7 ½ inch hard cock pops into view.
"Just what, exactly, is a blow job?" she asked, turning to look at me.
"You wanted to know... This is a training video on how to give a blow job." She turned back to the TV. The actress sucks his cock up and down with long strokes. My wife turned onto her side, laid her head on my chest, and put her hand on my tummy. I knew she could see the tent I was making with my cock as it got harder and harder. The actress is now licking the guy's shaft and sucking his balls.
"Is this something you would like?" my wife asked.