Jennifer sighed softly as a gentle orgasm overtook her. Recovering, she returned her attention to the television and the movie she and her husband were watching.
Jennifer would be the first to tell you she was spoiled rotten.
She lay nude on the couch under a blanket. Behind her was Tom, her husband. She lay against him, his arms wrapped around her while they watched. He was tenderly caressing her body... almost absent-mindedly. He had just finished toying with her sensitive nipples until she came. Now she snuggled back in to enjoy the show and enjoy the caresses, until the next orgasm.
She knew how fortunate she was to have Tom. He always put her needs first. Always took care of her while denying his own pleasure, sometimes for an incredible amount of time. It was not a femdom relationship... he had just always treated her this way, and she had come to accept it as normal for them. At first she wondered if he was not really attracted to her. Was she so easy to resist? But, using tonight as an example, the stiff erection and wet spot in the middle of her back made it obvious he wanted her. He just did not act upon it. Because it was all about her, in his mind. A very robust extension of opening doors for her or pulling back her chair at dinner.
Another example, which had occurred with increasing frequency since their relationship began, was because Jenny had discovered she could have cunnilingus on demand. It was not she who had trained or manipulated Tom into this enviable condition as a wife, but Tom who had acclimated her to expect oral service anytime it struck her fancy.
Perhaps someone being willing to pleasure their spouse does not sound unusual, except that Tom would ALWAYS respond. The added aspect, which made Jenny incredibly lucky, was that Tom never demanded equal compensation. Not only did he not expect fellatio in return, he did not even expect coitus or even his own orgasm unless she was in the mood to enjoy it herself.
Once again, it was something she did not understand... if she got worked up, she definitely wanted to be fulfilled. And once again, she came to accept it. She did not so much take it for granted... she just accepted it as their norm. She knew it was not the usual, she listened to her friends bitch about their husbands. Refusing to go down on them; not being able to get it up; premature ejaculation; rolling over and going to sleep as soon as HE came... and on and on. Jenny knew she was one very lucky girl to have a husband always ready; his personal mantra was "ladies ALWAYS cum first"; he would keep his face between her thighs for as long as it took until she was thoroughly sated; and then he would ignore his own desires unless she specifically told him to take her, or she guided him up her body to enter her. Even then, he would not cum until she told him to do so.
She had, of course, asked him about it. One evening they were laying in bed, reading. Jenny made the mistake of answering the phone when it rang. She got to spend the next half hour consoling Karen, who alternated between tears and anger over how her husband treated her, in and out of the bedroom. "I'm married, and I haven't had a fucking orgasm in five fucking years! He pumps a few times, jizzes in me, then rolls over and goes to sleep!"
Tom could not help but hear all of this, but kept his nose in his detective novel and out of Karen's drama as best he could.
Yet when Jenny was finally able to disconnect the call, it came home to him. Of course.
"How do you do it? Why do you do it??"
He knew. But he had to have her say it. "What?"
"Don't play coy with me. You know what I'm talking about. How do you not cum like those other guys? Why don't you just nut and be finished?"
He considered for a moment. "The why is easy. I love making love to you. I get a great deal of pleasure out of your pleasure. Its like that saying... its about the journey, not the destination. And, you can orgasm over and over, but once I orgasm, it is over for both of us. So I don't want to cum as often. The how is more difficult. I do a lot of Kegel exercises, and I try to focus on you instead of me."
Jenny stared at him like he was crazy for awhile. Then she took his book from him, placed a hand on top of his head, and gently pushed him downwards.
She felt his mouth on her thighs, tender kisses, soft sucking and his tongue tasting her. His hands were roaming, arousing goose bumps and electricity with the light caresses of his fingertips.
He took his time, but before she had to beg she felt him gently sucking one labia into his mouth, then the other. She kept herself shaved because it felt better for her. She felt his soft, pointed tongue tracing and outlining her sex; it felt wonderful, as if he were savoring her. There was absolutely no question in her mind he was enjoying this as much as she was, which made it so much better. There was no thought that he was only doing this for her... she could relax and enjoy, and she did.
Eventually he pressed his tongue inside of her, fucking her with it. It felt wonderful.
Then he got to what she had been waiting for. She felt his amazingly soft flattened tongue begin bathing her clitoris. Yes... her husband knew where it was. Of course by now she was so aroused and it was so enlarged that he would be blind not to find it. She found herself bucking against his face, wanting more.
She felt him suck her swollen clit into the warmth of his mouth, and begin to lash it with his tongue while holding it there. Her hands instinctively went to his hair, clutching at it passionately, "Fuck!"
He released her bud from his mouth and began darting his tongue back and forth, up and down, and before she knew it her first orgasm overtook her. She held his head tight and continued bucking upwards, fucking his face as she screamed in release.
