It Started in the Kitchen

I wrote previously about our “Front Porch Reunion,” and a couple readers mentioned that they were curious about what happened during the rest of that weekend. As I thought about it, I began to recall the events that transpired that weekend and started to laugh at the recollection.

This all happened a while ago when my wife was working overseas and we could only get together every three or four months for our special time together. So when we did get together, we would get pretty wild and crazy for each other.

The piece that you read was actually the culmination of a long day of just playing creative naked games with each other. I can honestly say that that was probably one of the wildest fun-filled days we’ve ever spent naked together.

At the time we were both in our late fifties, spending a lot of time apart, texting each other every morning, and every evening. We also tried to remain connected by having a weekly Friday night “Sex Night” over the phone. When we finally were really together in the flesh, we often got pretty creative.

On this particular weekend, my sweetie had found a cute little cabin on a small lake near where we lived, hidden not far from a small town in southeastern North Carolina. We hauled our bags into the cabin, and upon taking a quick tour of the place, we were very pleased with the selection. After the impromptu tour, we put away the few bags and things that we brought in from the truck, then each pulled a beverage out of the cooler as we stood against the island in the kitchen.

She pulled a deck of cards out of one those monster bags women always carry around and set it on the kitchen counter.

“Okay, this is how this weekend is going to work,” she announced. “We’re going to attempt to have some sort of sex act in every room of this house.”

That got my attention.

Unfortunately, it took me by surprise at just the wrong time. I hate it when Pepsi comes out your nose.

Once I’d recovered from that little mishap, she went on: “We’re going to draw a card from the deck every hour on the hour, and the owner of the high card chooses the room and the activities that take place in that room.”

Not having had sex with this lovely lady for several months, I was all in on this proposal. I didn’t even care if I won the draw or not, I was all in!

“To keep things interesting and to not expend all of our energies in one frantic coupling, you get 15 minutes for that activity, and you can pick whenever that time starts within that hour.”

Ever the eager beaver hunter, I said, “Sort of like not unwrapping all your Christmas gifts at once? When do we start?”

“Right now! You want to draw first?”

“No, ladies first.” It’s just a core principle with me, whether it’s opening a door or cumming, no matter what.

My Sweetie shuffled the cards a bit, split the deck and showed a three of diamonds.

“Oh yeah, right, look at that,” she grumbled.

“Things are looking good for yours truly here,” I teased her as I cut the deck and exposed a Jack.

“Oh, I know where this is going,” she said as she smiled at me.

“Mister Dave, in the kitchen, with the blow job!” I informed her.

“Yeah, that’s where I was headed anyways,” she grinned at me.

As much as I was looking forward to this, I couldn’t help but stop and daydream for a moment about the first time I received this kind of treatment from my wife.

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When we were first married, she was 20, and I turned 22 on our wedding day. At first, we sucked at sex. Disney could have filmed our wedding night, and it would have had a “PG” rating. We knew next to nothing about pleasuring each other, but we still managed to figure out how to have a couple kids.

Over time, we experimented and played with each other, but it was probably half a dozen years into our marriage before we really gave oral sex a good try. The first time was when we had the two kids up at her parent’s camp on a lake in the Adirondacks. We left the little ones with the grandparents and went out for a canoe ride, and on the way back, we stopped at a small island a hundred or so yards across the lake from their camp.

A vacant island beckoned two horny lovers as we pulled up and walked around. We stopped and sat by a large pine, and my lovely wife took her very slender fingers and rubbed the outside of my jeans that were already sporting my own wood. I was ecstatic thinking we were going to get naked in the pine needles.

“Are we going to get naked, honey?” I asked incredulously.

“No, I’m not comfortable because someone could come up from the other side. It’s just not that big of an island. Just take him out. I want to play with him,” she said as she looked up at me with a smile and those bedroom eyes.

In a flash, I fished my quickly rising cock from my jeans and settled back against the tree. I thought she was going to just stroke me, but as soon as I got it out, she took my hot erection in her hand, then slid down a bit so that she could take me in her mouth.

I wanted to ask what prompted this, but I didn’t want to jeopardize what was already in progress.

Very slowly, gently, she kissed my head and then circled it with her tongue. I was leaking profusely from the tip. She hesitated briefly, dabbing at it with the tip of her tongue. Tentatively, she took little bits of it at a time, until finally she had the whole head in her mouth and swirled her hot tongue around the crown.

I was stunned into silence as I watched, wondering where this new development came from. Eventually, she bent down further, taking me about halfway into her mouth, all the while swirling that delicious tongue around my rock-like hardness. I pulled her medium length blonde hair back so I could see her lips on my cock.

At one point, it popped out of her mouth, and she looked up at me with that beautiful smile of hers, so proud of her new accomplishment. Then she gently bent down to take me in again,  swirling and bobbing on my raging hard on.

I knew there was no way I’d last very long, so I warned her in a very shaky voice, “Honey, I’m about to explode. You might want to back up.”

She ignored me and tried to take me deeper, swirling her velvet tongue faster.

“Honey, I’m gonna cum! Oh God, I’m coming, honey!”

As the first shot hit her mouth, she hesitated for a second, and then redoubled her efforts, swallowing what I’m sure was a pretty heavy load.

After making sure she got it all, she wiped her mouth, looked up at me with the biggest smile, then kissed me ravenously. She was so proud that she had taken all I had to give her, and had blown my circuits in the process. I should have known then that she was the one who was really in charge.

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Back to our present day, my Sweetie rolled her eyes and said, “Okay, when do you want to start?”

“I was thinking . . . now is good time,” I said as I took one more sip of my Pepsi and set it on the counter.

Suffice it to say, my lovely Sweetie has perfected the art of making me putty in her hands—or her hands and mouth—and I knew I was in for a treat.

I dropped my shorts and leaned back on the counter as my wife lowered herself to her knees in front of me. She reached behind to undo her bra, and then she did that wiggling thing that women do when they’re pulling a bra out from under their shirts or dresses.

A very hard, full member greeted her gaze at eye level.

“Oh,” she paused and interjected, “did I forget to mention that there’s no cumming until after we’ve been in all the rooms? That’s why there’s the limit on 15 minutes within an hour.”

“I’m not sure, but I think you left that part out,” I said.

I had to make some mental adjustments to see if I could meet those demands. If my brain had had a little bit more blood in it, I may have been able to formulate a counter response, but at this point, I think I was down a pint and at a serious disadvantage, especially with the view she was giving me. She had a wicked grin on her face, especially after delivering that challenge. Her delicate fingers supported my quite eager mast just inches from her very accommodating lips, with clear cum already beading at my tip. Plus I got a great view of her tits down the front of her loose-fitting blouse.

“I don’t think that will be a problem for a stud such as myself,” I replied, trying desperately trying to salvage some sort of respectability in her eyes.

Her tongue made its way over to the clear cum that was about to drop off the end of my penis, circled the head, and took away the tasty morsel. Her eyes fixed me in place.

“A stud such as yourself, huh?” she said as she quickly came forward and took all of me into her mouth, swirling that magnificent tongue of hers around my member. All the while, she kept that steely gaze fixed on my eyes. Sweetie pulled back, and my now rock-hard member came out with a pop.

“Just remember, ‘stud’, no cumming,” she said just before she dove on my cock. She held it in one hand with those slender fingers I so love, and gently wrapped her other hand around my balls, which I’d shaved specifically for such an occasion as this.

For my part, all discussion was over as she swirled and sucked on me. Since that first time we had done this on the secluded island, many years and many oral encounters have honed her skills, and I feel fortunate to have been on the receiving end of them all.

Sweetie was really sucking on me with purpose, and I knew what she was after. She has a taste for clear cum, and purrs when she manages to pull some from my cock because then she knows she’s really got my attention.

I like to help her, and love to hear her compliments while she’s enjoying my engorged friend. I reached to hold my member in one hand and squeezed it hard at the base, which caused the head of my penis to swell measurably, as well as expel more clear nectar for her and more moans for me.

Coming off my cock for a brief interlude, she said, “Oh, he’s so big and leaking like crazy. I love it when you squeeze him and he fills my mouth! What a delicious cock!” Then, in an instant, my full length disappeared again, her nose touching my pubic bone and my dick was buried in the back of her throat.

I was struggling to stay vertical, leaning heavily on the counter while she made love to me in one of the most personal ways possible. She thoroughly enjoys making me happy, and with the way she attacked my manhood that day, there was little doubt that she loves this too. Frequently, we’ll start sex this way because it really seems to get her charged up and, without a doubt, really wet.

I was having what felt like a religious experience, my manhood enjoying pleasure beyond anything I’d known in quite some time. It was buried at the back of her throat when, from her phone next to the deck of cards, came this weird chirping noise.

My heretofore “Cock Maiden” rocked back, and my fully charged member popped out of her mouth, swayed several times, and came to full attention.

“Ahhh, the timer’s gone off,” said my Sweetie with a big smile.

“The timer’s gone off?!” I said incredulously. “The timer’s gone off?! During one of the best blow jobs of my life?” I stammered rhetorically.

“Yeah, the rules are 15 minutes within any hour, and your 15 minutes are up, remember?” She stood to face me, still with my raging hardon in one hand, giving me a squeeze while we discussed this.

“But, but . . .” I trailed off, slumped against the counter, searching my blood-starved brain to come up with something that would get me out of this predicament and back into my previous one, but nothing came to me. All I had were a raging hardon and a view of some lovely tits down the deep “V” neck of her blouse, hanging in a disheveled state.

“We should probably have a snack and something to drink to stay hydrated. We’ve got a lot of rooms to go.” She smiled and gave me a quick peck on the cheek. “Nice cock, by the way,” she said, drawing out the “nice.”

I had nothing, so I put away my toys. Without her noticing, I picked up the deck of cards, shuffling through the deck looking for the ace of spades.