Hi Everyone,
I thought you girls out there (and guys actually) might find this amusing. It happened just under a year ago.
At the time I was in a great deal of pain following a car accident about 2 years prior. Although I had been fine immediately after the accident about a month later I started developing severe back pain. It got progressively worse to the point where I could barely walk. I saw a number of doctors and had numerous scans and tests. Eventually it was decided that I had pinched a nerve and would need an operation on my back.
The pain was really debilitating and almost took over my life. It meant I was taking strong painkillers, and lots of them. Between the pain and the painkillers, I my sex drive had dwindled-off to the point where our once fairly normal sex-life had faded to a distant memory.
To be honest, at the time it didn't bother me much, but I know it really got to Neil. I know he didn't mean to, but occasionally he would pester me for sex and I would decline because of the pain – it did lead to a few rows but on the whole he was pretty understanding.
Anyway whilst I was in the doctor's waiting room one day, I read an article in a magazine that made me think. It was written by a disabled woman, she couldn't have normal intercourse but she and her husband found other ways to pleasure each other, and keep their relationship alive. Well it made me feel more than a little bad about myself and I resolved to do more for Neil.
I knew that there was no way that I could have normal intercourse, at least not until after my op - I stopped it originally because I found it too painful. I knew that Neil desperately wanted me to do oral on him and I was also aware of my double standard in that regard. I loved it when Neil did it to me, but I didn't like doing it to him. I had done a little of it occasionally as part of foreplay but never let him come in my mouth, much to his disappointment (apart from once but I was too drunk to remember much about it).
The more I thought about the article, the more it got to me. In particular it made me question whether I was being fair to Neil, and as much as I tried to reason otherwise, I had to answer no. So I resolved to do something about it. Our Wedding Anniversary was imminent so I decided to do something special for him then.
I also decided that if I was going to do this then I was going to it properly, and it would to be my anniversary present to him.
A few days before I went out to get something sexy to wear (I'd lost a bit of weight and none of my earlier good stuff fitted anymore). I settled on a black Basque and stockings. I normally would have bought the matching g-string but I knew Neil would prefer it without!
We had already agreed that we wouldn't go out (mainly because I got uncomfortable very easy and it saved us finding a babysitter. So we were going to have a quiet night-in and order-in something to eat.
Our anniversary fell midweek so Neil had to go to work. When he came home (about 7:30pm) he found a note on the door telling him to go straight upstairs, shower, put on his bathrobe and then meet me in the lounge for a surprise.
I hid in the lounge with the door shut. I had my outfit on, my bikini area nicely trimmed, and full make-up, including bright red lipstick. I had even put on a pair of heels for effect. I was on my third glass of wine (for courage) and felt strangely nervous.
When he came into the lounge and saw me standing in front of the fireplace, his face was a picture. You'd have thought he'd won the lottery.
I told him that I was sorry that I hadn't been able to have sex with him for so long and that I was going to do something special for him tonight to try to make amends. I beckoned him over and we shared a long passionate kiss.
From behind his back Neil produced a small gift-wrapped package "Happy Anniversary" he said. I opened it to find the pair of earrings I had admired a few weeks ago. I thanked him profusely and then told him that it was time for his present. I removed his robe and then very carefully (my back was still hurting despite the pain killers) I lowered myself onto my knees.
My nerves were definitely getting the better of me and I was on the verge of backing-out. Neil was already hard; my outfit had obviously had the desired effect. My heart was beating wildly but I went for it, slowly at first but then I gained in confidence.
I am certainly no Linda Lovelace and don't profess to have any great skill (especially with this) but I was trying my best and clearly having the desired effect on Neil.
After about five minutes I stopped and looked-up. I could see the look of resigned disappointment on his face. That look changed to excitement when I said that tonight my present to him was that I was going to swallow it, just like he'd always wanted.
I went back work with renewed vigour and in only a few minutes he came; taking me by surprise (I know it would be soon but not exactly when).
The first shot hit the back of my throat, I coughed a little but tried to recover, unfortunately I breathed-in just when the next shot hit, and I kind of inhaled it. I was lost from that point on, coughing and spluttering wildly and my eyes were watering.
Of course Neil didn't stop coming immediately, I was so busy coughing and spluttering that the only bit I was aware of was a small amount that landed above my right eye. Later I discovered it was in my hair, on my face, and all down my front.
I was in a real state and had lost all semblance of composure. I coughed so much that my back went into spasm and I couldn't move, each further cough really hurt.
While this was happening, Lisa our daughter had obviously had a nightmare and had started crying and screaming for me. I gestured for Neil to go (I obviously didn't want her coming downstairs). He quickly grabbed his bathrobe and went upstairs to see her.
Within seconds of him leaving, the phone rang. I knew Neil was busy so I literally had to crawl the foot or so over to the table to pick it up. It was my mother!
