From Whispers to Screams (L)

This post contains strong language (L).

If you haven’t read Turning Up the Heat, Part 2: Reading is Fundamental by ThePassionatePastor, please do so; it will help this story make more sense.

It is a rare weekday that my wife doesn’t have to be at work early in the morning, and that, combined with getting the last two kids off to school, makes us wake up pretty early. We could probably get by with sleeping a little longer than we do, but we have happily fallen into a sexually charged routine in our mornings and wake up earlier to be sure we don’t miss out on it. This day was different; with no place she needed to be, we could sleep in a little and save our fun time for after everyone left the house.

We got the kids up and had our usual breakfast and Bible time with them. Once the younger one was ready to go, we headed to the bus stop. My wife doesn’t usually get to go to the bus stop because of her departure time, so it was nice to have her with us this day. While waiting for the bus, I finished reading that day’s MH story (Turning Up the Heat, Part 2: Reading is Fundamental) that I had started at home. (Don’t worry, none of the kids could see my phone.)

I said to my wife, “Really good story today.” She responded by taking out her phone to look it up, but just before she could, our little one asked to play a game, so she closed her apps and gave her the phone. I drew close to my wife and quietly said, “I guess I’ll just have to read it to you, whispering in your ear.”

She giggled and tipped her head towards me as the shivers took her over from my whispering. Sometimes just getting that close to her ear will produce a shivering tingling response from her without me even saying words. 

When we got back to the house, she sat down at the table and began to look up the story. “I said I was going to read it to you,” I reminded her, sliding my chair alongside her. There was still one other person in the house, although in a different room, so I told her I would still have to whisper it to her. I pulled her close and drew my mouth right up to her ear, brushing her cheek with my beard. I held the phone behind her a bit so I could read and began the story in the most breathy whisper I could. A few lines in, I paused and in the slowest, most sensual whisper I could pull off, breathed the line “bacon-wrapped shrimp” into her ear. This produced a three-fold response: that same shivery response because of the breathy words (regardless of what they were), a slight giggle about making that line sound so sultry, and an “Mmmmm” because—well, bacon-wrapped shrimp.

I continued reading the story, whispering in her ear and emphasizing the steamier words and phrases. She was squirming in her chair and rubbing her cheek against mine as I read. She was getting seriously worked up. Not only was the story really hot, but it had to do with the couple reading MH stories to each other, which, of course, was what I was doing for her. But it is also something that we have had many great experiences doing from the very beginning of our time with MH (see We Found Our People). Frankly, I was surprised she was lasting this long with me in her ear. She loves it but usually can’t handle more than a little of it at a time. So I continued reading, and the story got hotter. When I finished, I pretty much had a puddle of melted wife in the chair. 

Shortly after finishing the story, the last person in the house came out of the other room to leave. My wife said, “Oh, I forgot he was still here.” So with the house now empty, we went to our room. Our usual early morning routine would’ve begun as soon as we woke up with a short prayer time for the day and then us showering together. But once in our room on this day, we stripped off our clothes, and she lay down on the bed. “I thought we were gonna shower,” I said. 

She responded with a naughty glint in her eye, “I thought we’d get dirty first.” 

That sounded great to me. I moved alongside the bed and began caressing her big beautiful boobs. “Do you have any requests?” I queried, hoping to discover just how “dirty” of a mood she was in. I was not disappointed.

“I thought after that story you might want to fuck me with one of the toys while licking my pussy the way you like to do so much.” Okay, game on!

I went to the other side of the bed to unlock the cabinet and retrieve her dildo (we named it Delta, Delta Dong) and some lube. When I came back around, she had repositioned herself but not so that I could lick her pussy while she took Delta into her. Instead, she was on her back with her head hanging off the edge facing me. It means only one thing when she does this: she wants her mouth fucked. So I stood over her face, her hands grabbed my ass, and she quickly engulfed my hard shaft into her mouth.

As I began thrusting lightly into her mouth, I lubed up the dildo and began working it between her pussy lips. Once she was adequately teased with it, I gently pushed it into her pussy. I worked it in slowly at first, all the while thrusting my hard cock in and out of her mouth. After a bit, I synchronized the movements of my cock and the dildo in long deep thrusts. The sight of my sexy wife laid out before me, taking my cock deep in her mouth, and this dildo fucking her pussy was extraordinary, but I knew that she couldn’t take too much of her head off the side of the bed that way. So I pulled out of her mouth and helped her up onto the bed all the way. Still holding the dildo in her, I helped her turn around so that her butt was at the edge of the bed while still on her back. 

Now I got to do what she initially requested. While still working the dildo in her pussy, I knelt and brought my tongue to her clit. I circled it, flicked it, sucked it, and licked it while fucking her with Delta. This brought her to a screaming orgasm. It is so much fun to do these things when the house is empty because she gets to scream like she always wants. I felt the increase in wetness flow out past the fake cock. I had to have more of it, so I removed the dildo and stood it up on her bedside table; then, I ground my open mouth over her pussy and lapped up her sweet nectar. 

After I had drunk deeply from her cistern, I rose to my feet, wrapped my arms around her thighs, and dragged her right to the edge of the bed. My hard pulsing cock lined up perfectly with her dripping wet opening, and I slid it deeply into her in one solid thrust while holding her legs straight up against my chest. She let out an audible reassurance that, while she obviously liked the toy play, she preferred the real thing. This is one of our favorite positions because it allows for so many different sensations depending on the position of her legs. We spent some time enjoying many of the possibilities, and her intense volume continued to testify to her pleasure. Finally, my breathing and heart told me it was time to take a break, so I slowed down and then withdrew from her, letting her legs down gently until her feet touched the floor.

After catching my breath, I went to get the shower started. Our shower progressed as it usually does, with us enjoying the soaping and rinsing of each other’s bodies. It also included a treat I get a few times a week: she dropped to her knees for me to rinse her hair while she hungrily took my cock into her mouth. Our showers always get us heated up, but combined with the “dirty” time we had before, it had us ravenous for each other. While drying off, I drew her close to me, slipped my fingers between her legs, and parted her warm pussy lips. I held her tight while the fingering continued until she reached what we call “a standing O.” Once I knew she wasn’t going to fall down, I released her, and we finished drying off.

Our typical morning routine continued with the post-shower application of essential oils (see Oil Fire) but with an increased intensity from all the additional play we’d had up to that point. I lay on the bed on my back with my legs off the edge, and she began applying the oil blend to my balls. (I’ve said before I don’t care if the oils work or not; it is worth it just to have her do this every morning.)  As she usually does, she lowered her mouth down onto my cock and began swirling her tongue along the underside of my shaft. The sight of her seductively soulful brown eyes looking up to meet mine through the damp curly locks hanging over them sent thrills up and down my spine.

As she worked her oral magic on my cock, I said, “I don’t usually like to brag, but I feel like yelling out the front door, ‘IT’S ONLY NINE O’CLOCK IN THE MORNING, AND MY WIFE HAS ALREADY GIVEN ME THREE AWESOME BLOWJOBS!’” 

(As a side note, one of the great benefits of MH is giving us the opportunity to anonymously “brag” on our spouses.)

With her oiling and cocksucking task finished, I began applying oils and lotions to her back and a thorough and deep application of frankincense to her pussy. For this, she bends over the edge of our bed, and I work the lotions into her back with one hand while my other goes to work on her pussy. This morning, two of my frankincense-coated fingers rubbed her lips and clit while I worked my oily thumb deep into her pussy. This had her screaming in orgasm in a few minutes. (Again, so nice when the house is empty.)

I had her turn over and positioned her at the edge of the bed again, then dropped to my knees to lick up all the delicious product of her pleasure. As I licked and tongue-fucked her, I realized that the dildo from earlier was still standing up on her bedside table, an easy reach for me without losing contact with her. I brought it over and rubbed it between her dripping lips a little to get it slippery while I tongued her clit. Then I worked it into her hole and slowly began its penetration. She let out an audible appreciation of the filling and began to buck her hips and grind against my tongue. Before long, she was cumming again. 

My cock was so hard from hearing her and watching her body convulse in orgasm that I just couldn’t wait any longer. I slid the dildo out and stood. Pushing her legs back towards her I slid my cock deep into her drenched pussy and pounded away. She loves this angle with her thighs pushed back and me driving deep into her. My cock greatly stimulates her G-spot and often makes her cum, but I slowed my pace a little before she got there. There was one oil application that I usually do earlier in our routine that I skipped this day. I reached over and grabbed the little bottle of her breast health blend. I opened it and dribbled it across her big glorious globes. After returning the bottle, I massaged the oils thoroughly into her boobs while picking up the pace of my fucking. Soon, her body was rocking from my thrusts while her boobs tried to bounce out of my hands. Since my hands were busy, she held her thighs close to her. Soon she was cumming again with great intensity and volume.

I slowed up my thrusts to allow her to come down from her orgasmic high and to enable me to catch my breath. After a few more slow strokes, I stopped, pulled out, and collapsed next to her. We reveled in what an intense and extraordinary time this morning had been. Once we felt our legs could support us, we got cleaned up and dressed to get on with our day.

Never underestimate the power of reading these MH stories with your spouse, and it doesn’t hurt to start with a whisper.