Charles and Diana Maitland Richards managed to finish their shower without turning each other on too much, so they could go back out to the big bed in their honeymoon suite at The Riviera Resort in Vegas and be more comfortable as they explored each other's bodies further. He'd never had a real blowjob before, so Diana made him lie back as she showed him the magic she could provide for him with her mouth and hands. His cock was just starting to grow when she began but it didn't take long for her to get him fully erect again.
She marveled over how different his cock was from John Wayne's—the big man; she'd only been able to get the head of the big man's cock into her mouth and had to use her hands to stroke his thick shaft. But Charles' cock was just a little over half as thick as the big man's, so she was able to suck in several inches of Charles' cock until it reached the back of her mouth and she had to stop before it triggered her gag reflex.
She'd read in some sex books when she was younger, researching everything about the sensual aspects of sex, that there was a technique called "deep-throating," where some women had learned how to relax their throat muscles and could take a man's cock all the way into their mouth and down their throat. Well, Diana had known since she was a little girl that she had a strong "gag reflex" that prevents her from putting anything too close to the back of her mouth or holding something in her mouth for too long without either swallowing it or spitting it out. She had tried to practice the methods the book had described for relaxing the throat muscles, but she could never get it to work for her—much to her disappointment. She would've loved to provide that sensual experience for her husband! But no matter; Charles seemed to be enjoying what she was doing to his cock and balls anyway.
It was so sensuous to her to feel her hand and mouth sliding up and down on his soft cock until it became a long, hard rod of velvety male flesh. And she loved the sound of his deep groans when she would pause to swirl her tongue around the head of his cock and then suck it back into her mouth along with several inches of his shaft. When she moved her right hand down to his balls and started to massage them gently, he groaned, "Oh, God!" as he curled the fingers of his right hand into her hair as he was stroking it, and his left hand tried to dig into the mattress next to his thigh as his hips thrust slightly upward.
She was crouched on her knees beside his right hip, leaning over his crotch and he was using his right hand to move her hair out of the way so he could watch her face as she sucked on his dick. He'd read all about blowjobs when he'd gotten several books on sexual techniques to read before he'd married his ex-wife, but reading about it and actually experiencing it was a whole different world! Since they had both been inexperienced, he'd wanted to know how to please his ex-wife, but a lot of the stuff he read in those books, he'd already thought and fantasized about on his own when he'd pictured as a young man what kinds of things men and women could do during sex.
He'd just had an instinct that there was a lot more to sex than just intercourse, which was all his father had explained to him about "the birds and the bees." And that had been only to warn him away from trying to do it with any girls before he was married or he'd get them pregnant; his father had made it sound like every time he had sex with a girl, she'd end up pregnant! But he'd already decided early on that he would not have sex with a woman until she was his wife because his Catholic upbringing had instilled in him a strong sense of marital fidelity and commitment, even after watching the torturous marriage of his parents.
He was oblivious when he was younger as to how pathetic his parents' marriage was, but when he got older and started hanging out at more of his friends' homes and seeing how some of their parents related to one another, he began to realize his parents had a loveless marriage. He had no clue as to why or how they'd become so distant and yet still stayed together, but he vowed to himself that he would not allow his marriage to end up like that. Oh no, he'd been gentle and loving to his wife regardless of how cold she'd seemed, and he'd never dreamed that she could be capable of hurting him so cruelly by cheating on him.
He was no longer a practicing Catholic; his parents' loveless marriage and the failure of his first marriage had driven him to seek his own relationship with God rather than listening to a group of celibate religious leaders who had no clue as to the realities of marriage. The way he saw it, God had intended for men and women to procreate and populate the earth, and He'd been smart about it by making sex so potentially pleasurable that mating partners would seek each other out for sex. It was just a little something extra that God gave us to make life here on earth more worthwhile. And when God saw fit to bring two people together who stimulate each other so potently as he and Diana, it was nothing short of a miracle to him.
Yes, God was definitely making it up to him by leading him to Diana; she seemed to know instinctively how to please him. She was slowly and torturously stroking his dick with her mouth and hand—her soft lips and tongue sliding up and down his shaft...occasionally swirling her tongue around the head. Her left hand was wrapped firmly around the base of his shaft and sliding up and down with her mouth as she pulled up until her lips rubbed firmly over the head of his dick, and then she would suck him back into her mouth, firmly sliding her hand back down to the base of his shaft again.
Meanwhile, her right hand was gently massaging his balls, cupping them every so often just to feel the weight of them in her hand. As they started to tighten up when he got closer to orgasm, he felt a jolt of pleasure and a slight massaging pressure on the area under his balls; she was massaging his perineum! She knew about this? He'd read about it in one of those sexual technique books, and he'd gotten so frustrated at one point during his first marriage from all the masturbating he'd been doing that he'd tried it on himself to see if it would make him cum faster—and boy, had it worked!
He groaned louder and said, "Yessss, that feels sooo good! Please keep doing that...a little harder though...oh, yeah! That's it! Oh, God! Oh, how I love you, Diana! Ahhhhh...!!!" as his hips thrust slowly at first and then bucked hard a few times when she applied just a little more pressure on his perineum, triggering a harder orgasm. He barely registered in his brain the fact that she kept her lips around the head of his cock and let him cum in her mouth as she continued to stroke his shaft with every pulse. It made it feel like this orgasm lasted so much longer than it actually did, and he just enjoyed the waves of pleasure radiating through his whole groin area.
Diana had swallowed his cum as it shot into her mouth, but after the last pulse of his cock, she squeezed and stroked his shaft a couple more times to make sure she got the last drops and licked them off the tip, then kissed it softly. Then she leaned down and put her nose in the thick patch of dark, curly hair at the base of his cock and inhaled his clean, male scent, causing her to moan deeply as it was even stronger than the scent she'd gotten from his chest hair. Her pussy was throbbing and flooding with more wetness as she sat up and smiled sexily at him.
He held his arms out to her and told her to come to him, and as she crawled up over him, he brought his head up and kissed her mouth, forcing his tongue in to stroke hers as he groaned deeply. When he laid his head back on the pillow again, his eyes burned at her as he said huskily, "I've always wanted to see what my woman's mouth would taste like after I came in it. I guess it's sort of like a dog marking his territory and then sniffing it afterward to make sure he knows what his own scent is!" as he started to chuckle quietly.
