My life had really sucked for the last few months. I could remember when my mother went through "The Change" and my parents argued constantly, even sometimes mentioning divorce in the heat of the worst bouts. I now felt my father's pain but also remembered that after the storm there was a wonderful calm with smiles every morning and I once again heard their headboard slamming against the other side of my bedroom wall fairly often (followed by bigger smiles in the morning).
I tried a different approach with my wife. I refused to argue and pretty much just went along with whatever she said. I know that some would consider that 'wimping out' but I figured that after thirty six years of marriage just saying 'Yes Dear' was better than standing in front of a judge parceling out who owned what. I had always treated her like a fragile princess anyway so intensifying that for a while was not really super difficult. But after about four months I started to become unglued. I drank more, read and looked at porn, and found myself salivating when I saw some sexy babe in the store or on the street. I actually learned how to whack off with either hand in the shower. Yes; there had been no sex at all for five months.
One Saturday morning I woke well before her and went out to get my paper and my morning brew (beer replaced coffee a couple of months ago). When I returned I peeked in; she was still asleep and I fought off the temptation to taste her, I left her in bed and read my paper. A bit later she came out and announced," I want spaghetti and meat balls for lunch". It wasn't really my desired choice but I got up with a hidden sigh and checked the pantry. We had everything to make the sauce and I got it going on the back burner on a slow simmer. She didn't help or even offer a 'thanks'. I had a list for the other stuff I needed and told her I was going to the store. She said she'd take a shower while I was gone.
Memories of past showers with her ran through my mind. She never was a big one on giving me blowjobs unless she had personally seen to it that I was squeaky clean. With that in mind I went to the store, wondering if I'd see some hot body there that would inspire me when I got to take a shower. I have found that on a typical weekend morning there are women there who are wearing no bras and reek of sex from the night before or even maybe that morning.
On this particular Saturday I found myself behind two women in the produce isle. One was black and one pearly white. Both wore what appeared to be soft cotton flannel pajama bottoms and tank tops. Both were beautiful. I was looking for salad stuff and so were they. One or both of them was pumping out pheromones faster than my lungs could take them in. "Can you please help us pick out an avocado and an artichoke? The two of us are having a game watching party today and want to make some dips." I helped, of course, trying to fix the images of the two of them in my mind for later. They thanked me and walked off, leaving their delicious scent behind them.
I finished my shopping and checked out. I could still smell them and wondered how fast I could get home and take care of my need. My imagination was running wild and my cock was a little hard.
When I walked in she was sitting on a low stool in front of the cabinet where the pots are kept. I hazarded a joke that she was rearranging things so that I couldn't find them. She actually laughed. It was the first laughter I'd heard from her in a while. I put my purchases on the counter and she raised an arm. I thought she wanted a hand getting up but instead she pulled me toward her and taking her hand from mine, reaching for the waistband of my sweats. She pulled them and my briefs down at the same time, looked up at me and took just my cockhead into her mouth. She sucked hard and pulled out some precum that may have been left from my previous hard-on.
I thought about reminding her that I hadn't had a shower yet but it felt too good to interrupt. Neither of us said a word as she slowly began to stroke my cock with her lips. She didn't use much tongue which told me she was in this for the long haul. Each plunge of her mouth went a little deeper until I was up against the back of her throat. I knew that I had bruised her throat in the past and started to pull back a bit. She grabbed my butt cheeks with each hand and pulled me back as each plunge hammered her tonsils. She kept pulling me in harder and faster to match the pace of her head.
I grabbed her hair and head in my hands and helped her ram my cock into her mouth, meeting thrust with thrust. I was literally fucking her mouth with her ready compliance. Her moans demonstrated her approval. Her nails began to bite into my ass cheeks as she stopped sucking and let her throat relax. With each push I now began to enter her throat until finally she had me all in. Her nose was buried in my bush and tears were welling in her eyes but when I tried to pull back she held me there. I was literally ravaging her throat and she wanted it. I had been in her throat once before but she complained about it hurting for days and I never went there again.
She once again took control of the pace, length, and depth as each thrust pushed at least two inches of my cock down her throat. I continued to drive in to my full depth and told her I was going to cum. She didn't alter what she was doing one bit and I began to blow my load straight on to her tongue and then down her throat as she pulled me in. My cum lubricated her throat quite a bit and I continued to push until I was done. As I softened she slowly let me out of her mouth, milking me dry as she did so. I pulled back and just looked at her in wonder. "I'm certainly not complaining but where the fuck did that come from?" She didn't answer just yet but licked my cock and balls. I had waited years for her lick the residue from my cock but she always thought it 'yucky'. I stopped asking probably twenty years ago.
