The bed creaked again as Cassandra's hips ground her pelvis in my face. We were in a 69 position, and she moaned as she sank her pussy even deeper into my waiting tongue. I held her inner thigh to give me some control over her movement because if not, I might suffocate since her entire thigh covers my head.
She held on to my throbbing dick as she moaned even louder when I continue to lap up her juices. I knew she also wanted to give me some pleasure, but her own ecstasy keeps getting in her way, and she forgets what she is doing.
Instead, she reached out to the discarded device in our bed and clamped the automated masturbator into my dick. I turned and wanted to protest, but she just kept moving her pelvis again, and I was forced to continue my husbandly duties. The device is the next generation of Apple's highly popular smart masturbators series 9. It looks like a stainless steel water thermos design to accommodate a man with a sorry 3 inches manhood to up to the 15-incher behemoths.
Whoever made that masturbation device did not have much input from a man because it is not exactly enjoyable in the least. It massaged the entire length of your privates with powerful suction and with an added "mild" electric shock timed anywhere from every 10 seconds to every 100 seconds.
The damn thing was so powerful that the first time his wife Cassandra attached the thing into him, he almost blackout. After a while, the device still jolt him like hell, and sometimes he lost his bladder control to it, things the manufacturer swear is a surefire way to know that it gives the man great pleasure and orgasm.
The human body, however, is a marvelous engineering masterpiece, and as time goes by, about 3 months of married life to be exact in my case, my body is able to adjust from the electrical jolts and now, although I can still feel the sudden pain, my body is already well adapted to it.
So I endured the continuous electrical jolt from the masturbator wrapped around my dick as I continue to pleasure my beloved wife.
Exactly 4 minutes later, my wife's breathing started to get heavier and faster as she gasped even more. After months of sex, I kinda have an idea when my wife is reaching her orgasm. So I increase my slurping pace and dug my tongue even deeper into her mound. My hands held her steady in place as I lapped her juice and tasted her salty precum in my mouth.
50 seconds later a massive splash hit me in the face as my wife convulsed powerfully in the midst of her ejaculation. I was awash in her semen and yet did not mind it and try to lap up the white substance in my mouth.
Just the way she likes it.
Eventually, she gingerly unstraddled my face as I slowly sat up in bed and I reached blindly for the nearby towel. She positions herself until she is hugging me from behind. I kept awkwardly rubbing the cloth in my face to dry it out while she lazily kisses the back of my muscled shoulder and tweaking the hard nipples in my flat, smooth chest.
"That was great, as usual, darling, your blowjob is getting better and better."
I did not answer her. I mean what can I say, that I am proud of becoming a better whore?
Eventually, her hands went down between my legs, and she grasped me down there. I flinched, but I let her do whatever she wants. I am the husband, and my body belongs to her. She held me tight at the head of my dick, hurting me, but I said nothing to her.
"Don't forget about tomorrow's party," She mumbled. "I want you in your most elegant clothes, alright?"
That means she wants me in my most revealing, sluttiest clothes. I sighed. I tried the white dress outfit last week, and I can barely stand in the thing without it hitching up on my ass. And with Cassandra demanding that I only wear the skimpiest t-back briefs, I will probably be arrested for public exposure.
But that is life. Cassandra just gets promoted as senior VP in her tech company, and it is indeed the first time she showed me around. I have to support her as a loving husband. It is practically my job requirement for the title of husband.
"I won't, darling," I said. "I promised. You will be proud of me."
I finished toweling my face and readjusted my nighties. I used to feel so uncomfortable sleeping with dried cum in my face, but people get used to anything after a while.
I felt another jolt in that blasted masturbator, and it reminded me of another duty I have to do. I deliberately gave a soft and long moan and made myself rigid for a while then gasped out loud.
She chuckled as she watched me intently in the mirror in front of me. Cass continued to rub my nipples as she kissed the base of my neck.
"Did you just had an orgasm?" She said happily. I shyly smiled and nodded silently.
She laughed. "No need to be embarrassed, husband. It is perfectly natural."
Eventually, she deactivated the masturbator and unclamped it in my throbbing manhood. I stood up and went to the bathroom to clean that part of me. There is an old husbands tale about keeping the white juice in your sex, and it will keep getting bigger and bigger until it explodes and kills you from blood loss.
"Come here," she said.
She pulled me back to bed, and I have to force a laugh in her antics. She kissed me possessively, and I let her, matching her intensity as much as I could. I tried to place my hands tenderly on her hard face, but she forced them to hold her massive boobs instead, So I massage it as she continued to kiss me.
She positioned me on my back as she lay on top of me. She started dry humping me, but I knew she is satisfied for the night. It was just her natural reaction next to my body.
"A man's body always draws the evil thoughts of women, so it is your responsibility to cover yourself properly, and only your husband must enjoy the sight of your body. Only a slut enjoys exposing himself like a whore." I remembered the teaching of my mother when I was younger.
