My wife and I sing together; it’s part of how we met. She has such a sweet innocent voice and the ability to hang a harmony on anything I sing. It is one of the greatest joys in our marriage to worship together this way.
We had been invited to sing at a small country church by my former youth minister, who had become its pastor. They were having an anniversary celebration, and we were honored to be a part. It was several hours away from our home, so they offered to put us up in their home Saturday and Sunday nights. We appreciated their hospitality.
We had performed during the Sunday morning service and had plans to sing a couple more numbers for the Sunday evening service. They decided to take the afternoon to go visit their son who was in the hospital in the nearest big city—about an hour away. We knew they would be gone for at least three hours so we settled in for a Sunday afternoon nap together.
It happened to be my birthday. In my family, birthdays aren’t a big deal. Typically there are a cake and a few gifts, but a big party is out of the question. Because of that, I was not expecting much from my wife, and we had not let anyone else know it was a special day. My wife had other things in mind.
As we were snuggling, she began to caress. She was making it obvious that she had a birthday gift for me. I was ready to unwrap the gift! We shed our clothes in a hurry. My hands were all over her young smooth body. Her breasts have always been my favorite focal point. There was a lot of sighing, moaning, rocking, and grinding as we thoroughly enjoyed each other’s bodies.
My wife slid down the bed and began to kiss and lick my hardened manhood. Our marriage was young at that point. Blowjobs were a very new thing for us. I certainly enjoyed them, and she was learning to enjoy the pleasure it gave me. It excited me greatly to see (and feel) her giving that attention where I wanted it most.
Before I knew it, she had taken my head into her mouth. The sensation was overwhelming. It brought me not only intense physical pleasure, but it also brought an indescribable emotional sensation of acceptance. I was in heaven! She worked her perfect mouth up and down the end of my shaft stopping occasionally to run her tongue around the pronounced ridge of my head. It didn’t take long before I felt an orgasm building deep inside. I knew this meant the end of the blowjob since she never let me cum in her mouth. I tried my hardest to hold back the volcano.
I could tell I was losing control, so I told her she should stop because I was about to cum. The corners of her mouth tightened slightly into a smile as I heard a somewhat muffled “uh-huh.” Some part of me knew what that meant, but I couldn’t trust what I thought she was saying. I told her again that she’d better stop. She kept going. I was already extremely close, but the realization that she was going to keep going was the straw that broke the camel’s back. I exploded! It felt like a firehose had been turned on. I could feel it expanding me from the inside at the base, rushing up the length of me and into her hot soft mouth. She kept the motion going as I writhed and yelled in pleasure. I could see the pearl-colored cum leaking out between her lips and my shaft. The sight, the pleasure, the acceptance all combined together to intensify and extend my orgasm. I’m sure she got more of a mouthful than she bargained for.
By the time our hosts returned, we had composed ourselves. They were glad to see that we were so refreshed from our “nap.” That evening, as we worshipped together on that church stage, I couldn’t help thinking about her mouth. Such beautiful praise. Such beautiful pleasure.
My Lips Shall Praise Thee. Thus will I bless Thee.
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