Trading Favors

My wife and I lay on the bed naked, making out and teasing each other. When I leaned forward for a kiss, she met my lips with a quick peck before pulling back with a giggle. She did this a couple more times, refusing to let me get a good kiss, so I shifted down and took her nipple into my mouth. She gasped and squirmed as I sucked on one rapidly hardening nipple while teasing the other with my hand. Then I switched nipples, sucking on the other breast.

When I finished, my wife teasingly glared at me and took my dick in her hand. As she started stroking, I reached for her pussy, but she closed her legs and rotated her hips. I had to settle for groping her marvelous breasts.

“I think you need to get something, ” she said, referring to our lube. Dutifully, I got up and went to the headboard where we keep our lube and other sex things in a small drawer. My wife was laying on the bed with her head up by the headboard, as people do. This meant that when I went to retrieve the lube from the headboard, I could position myself with my dick suggestively close to her face.

She deliberately looked at my dick, inches from her face while I rummaged through the headboard drawer, then looked up at me.

“Is there something you want?” she asked, coyly raising an eyebrow.

“Oh, I think you know,” I said, waiting eagerly for what I knew was surely next.

“Oh do I?” she asked in mock innocence, batting her long eyelashes at me and still making no move.

“I think you do,” I said, almost bursting with anticipation.

“Well, if there is something you want,” she teased, “then maybe you should ask for it.”

“Please,” I said, nearly trembling with desire, “just suck my dick.”

I had barely gotten the words out of my mouth when she rolled onto her side and practically devoured my penis, taking nearly all of it into her mouth. I inhaled sharply and twitched, causing her to giggle and smile around her mouthful. She then proceeded to nibble gently on my shaft just behind the head.

“Hey,” I said, “no teeth.” She pulled me out of her mouth and smiled up at me.

“What?” she said. “Like this?” And with that, she went back to nibbling on my shaft.

“Ow!” I said when she bit a little too hard. “No teeth already!” The things I put up with for a blowjob.

“Okay,” she said, with a pout. She then opened her mouth wide, closed it around my shaft, and began bobbing her head up and down. The sensation was intoxicating—all of that teasing was worth it.

She slowed down, pulled back so only the tip remained in her mouth, and sucked on it. Then, she pulled off with a pop and smiled teasingly up at me.

“What’s the matter?” she asked. Before I could answer she went back down and started sucking on the tip again. Several more times she repeated the cycle: sucking on the tip, pulling off with a pop, and giggling at my squirming. She pulled off one last time, then ducked her head under me and took first one then the other testicle into her mouth, gently sucking each one in turn.

“Mmm, salty nuts,” she said. Then she closed her lips around my penis and began bobbing her head up and down again. It felt amazing. I reached down to touch the bare skin of her shoulder, unable to reach any other part of her without shifting position and disrupting her rhythm. And I was not about to do anything to disrupt this.

She pulled off and smacked her lips with an uncertain look.

“What?” I asked.

“Your precum,” she said, starting to stroke my dick with her hand. “It’s salty, mister.” (She is not a fan of the taste of cum.)

“I have no control over that,” I said. “You are just too good for me to hold anything back.”

“Oh?” She smiled and rolled onto her stomach, shifting slightly to get a better angle. I realized that I still had the bottle of lube in my hand. I promptly put it back into its drawer.

My wife continued to stroke my wet dick with her hand, then took it back into her mouth. Keeping one hand wrapped around the base of my shaft, she bobbed her head up and down, sliding my shaft in and out of her mouth. Every so often, she would pull off and stroke me vigorously before sticking me back into her mouth.

I was in ecstasy. Her oral skills are outstanding and far better than they were when she was a shy new bride. And she knew it too.

She was in the zone now. She had increased the pace, stroking me faster and faster and alternating between her mouth and her hand. The sensations increased, and I knew it would not be long now. She could tell too, and increased the intensity in time with my squirming and the throb of my member.

Before I  knew it, I felt myself begin to come. My wife does not like the taste and prefers not to take come in her mouth, so I pulled out. She ducked her head, and I grunted as I shot spurt after hot, ropy spurt onto her back.

“It’s hot!” she said, squirming on the bed as the last on my load dripped onto her back. That had been an amazing orgasm, and it took me a moment to catch the breath I hadn’t realized I was holding and collect my thoughts.

After recovering, I cleaned her up and she rolled over onto her back.

“It’s your turn,” I said. She just smiled, shifted slightly, placed a hand onto her crotch, and began ministering to her clit. I lay down next to her and started squeezing and kissing her breasts. She squirmed and moaned, and I could tell from the sound of her fingers between her lips that she was already dripping wet. Giving blowjobs turns her on more than she likes to admit.

Giving her breast one more squeeze, I shifted closer to her and kissed her deeply. She returned my kiss as I slid a finger into her very moist vagina. It was indeed drenched. Crooking my finger, I went after her G-spot. She squirmed as I found it, moving her hips to meet the sensations.

Our lips still locked together, I slid another finger into her, easily entering her well-lubricated pussy. She moaned into my mouth and arched her back as she attacked her clitoris with increasing intensity. Bucking her hips between my fingers on her g-spot and hers on her clit, she suddenly tensed, her body rigid as an orgasm washed over her.

When she finally relaxed, I slid my fingers out of her vagina, which was even wetter now, if that were possible. We kissed sweetly, then pulled apart. She was still breathing heavily, coming down from that peak of pleasure. I lay next to her, staring at her beautiful form and thanking God for this woman who loves to trade favors.