Uncomfortable Firsts

I looked across the table at her. I was thinking of the morning sex we had earlier. Flickering candles and soft Christmas music filled the air. I held up the dry, earthy red wine in our best crystal.

“To the only gift I’ve ever needed this season, one God gave to me and I will always cherish.” I smiled and held her gaze, waiting for the usual downplay of my affection. It’s okay if she does, I thought. It’s something I actually love about her.

She didn’t play it off this time. She held my gaze and her eyes were glossy. A single tear slipped down her cheek as a smile slowly developed.

It had been a year of uncomfortable firsts. My first marital screw up, emailing and sexting with a former girlfriend. Our first deep dive into what BOTH of us needed to work on moving forward. Reconnecting physically. A year of healing.

God played a big role in our healing, and we had been to church earlier in the day. I could relate just about every sermon to our healing. Each of my prayers involved asking God for help repairing our relationship. We had heard a very inspirational message on serving each other that morning.

“I want to ask you something,” she said putting her glass down on the table. “How can I serve you?”

We had talked about the sermon driving to lunch and running errands. Our high school daughter was in earshot, but with her headphones on. Our conversation stayed mostly around things we do for each other in the house or day to day. I did quip “sexually?” once, which got a glare. She self-admitted she didn’t need a lot of positions or kink in her sex, especially after kids.

I repeated my question, “Sexually?”

She nodded and walked around to me where I sat. She then moved the two place settings off the table. We had at least another half hour before the roast was done, and longer if it needed to wait.

On our last vacation we had listened to friends talk about their boundaries. That led to some discussion between my wife and me about taboo sexual acts. She agreed most of what they talked about we’d had done once or twice, or we could do sometime. She prefaced her comments with “under the right circumstances.” Translated, that meant “a little more wine than normal”. We were approaching that as we had opened the bottle earlier in the evening.

The music shifted to a more modern, Harry Connick, Jr. Christmas favorite. Uptempo and jazzy. She began a striptease, first lifting her sweater and shirt over her head, not missing a beat. She danced in her colored jeans and VS bra. Swaying, eyes closed, hands running over her cleavage as if I wasn’t there. She slipped under her left cup, her hand over her breast. Then she slipped the bra up and over her head, arm across covering her chest.

She opened her eyes and turned around, bending over to show me her lovely backside. She leaned over, looking at me between her spread legs. Her breasts were hanging down for me to see just a glimpse before she covered them again. The song changed to a slow, R&B carol as she stood up and undid her pants. Her hands moved in rhythm over her hips.

Her movements were perfect. My cock rose quickly and I could almost feel a desire to cum right there. She pushed her pants over and down to her ankles. She stepped out, wearing only panties and still holding her breasts behind one arm. Her gaze was fierce and strong. Our eyes joined and she moved towards me. She slid her ass back on the table, spreading her legs wide.

I moved forward to nuzzle into the rich aroma her hot wetness put into the air. But alas, she pivoted and slid back down the table, laying back so her face was at the edge. Her arm and hands finally left her chest. Her hard nipples caught the candlelight perfectly.

“Feed me,” she said softly, the words and her tongue wetting her lips. Her arms reached out to my hips and pulled me towards her. Her face was in perfect position, and her eyes were fixed on the button of my jeans. She helped me release the button and unzip. My cock sprang out. Her mouth and head moved to engulf it quickly.

She reached up, securing it with her right hand and feeding her lips. I reached back, got a chair cushion, and slid it behind her head and over the edge. Then I pulled her off a little more, the angle of her face in a even better position.

She swirled my cock head, picking off the clear fluid at its tip. At the same time she was milking it with her hand. She had her legs crossed, one raised up with the other over its knee. My hands found her breasts as she slipped the head and shaft over her tongue and to the back of her mouth. We had talked about the idea of deep throating. Now, she was ready to do it for me!

“Tilt back a little more and relax,” I said, pretending to know what to do.

Her eyes were a little wider, but she did exactly that. Her hands found my hips and began to squeeze my ass. I took control from her and held my cock in her mouth. I pushed against her tongue, then the roof of her mouth and slid further back. She was now pulling me to her a little more. I didn’t think she was struggling with me as I pushed my weight forward. She took another inch or so.

I looked down and I could see her throat, her hands pulling me deeper still. My cock was finding a little resistance. I pulled back a little and thrust in harder. I got twice as much as that last push. Her hands stopped pulling and came forward as if to stop my advance.

“It’s that first gag reflex you have to get through.” That’s what our friend Julie had said on the beach regarding deep throating.

I grabbed her hands and pulled back. Then I pushed way past the hurdle to the point her gag reflex kicked in. She was almost taking my entire length. She fought a little until I pulled back and paused a couple seconds. I didn’t pull far enough back where she could release me, though. She took a deep breath.

I thrust forward again and held it for a second. My entire length was inside her now and her gag began. Her eyes were submissive and fearful as I kept it there a second longer, and then another. I pulled back once more. She almost fought her way out of my grasp as she coughed.

The surprise came now when her hands moved backwards and grabbed my ass again. After the short break I thrust again. This time I made it as far in as I could. I could see my cock in her throat. She continued to pull me in and I held it there even longer.

Seeing this my climax raced forward without warning, I began to pull back as I shot warm cum down her throat. I pulled out and sprayed her face and chest with more cum. She coughed and wheezed but grabbed it, taking it to her mouth. The coughs subsided as she cleaned the head. She worked my fluid up and out before devouring every drop.

We held each other as our dinner finished. We talked about the two uncomfortable firsts she just experienced.

“After dinner, YOU get to serve ME,” she said. I smiled.

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3 replies
    • Fiftyfitfidelity says:

      This was an amazing first for her and I. We'd joked about it for years and to finally do it was amazing.

  1. Sweetpee says:

    What a wonderful present! Good thing your daughter didn’t decide to look in on you! Lol
    I absolutely adore being throatfucked. It really is super submissive. Sometimes hubby will video it so we can both watch after. Watching his gorgeous cock bulge out my throat makes me instantly dripping wet.
    I don’t worry to much about my gag reflex. Coughing up a lot of slobbery slippery mucus just makes it all more fun. And hubby loves the feeling of my hot slime on his lovely shaved balls.
    Thank you for sharing your experience with us. Blessings on your bodies.

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