Pickles and Ice Cream
We were going to have a baby! I thought excitedly as I gripped the hard shaft of my husband’s penis in one hand, sucking eagerly, while I still firmly clutched the positive home pregnancy test in my other hand. Just moments before, I had run out of the bathroom and tackled him on the bed with hugs and kisses as I shared the happy results. Then I almost immediately pulled his boxers off and went down on him.
I know it may sound like an unusual way to celebrate the news of our first conception. Many other women I know tend to avoid fellatio during pregnancy because of frequent nausea. Just the thought of taking a cock in their mouths could make them queasy. Morning sickness and morning blowjobs just didn’t mix. I guess I’m not like those other women. Some have weird cravings for pickles and ice cream, but not me. When I was pregnant I actually craved my husband’s prick and cream.
As I have mentioned before, I was not completely chaste before marrying my husband. However, I was still a “vaginal virgin” when we married. We actually had intercourse for the first time on our wedding night. Although we had been avid oral lovers during our courtship, our sexual intimacy was intensified with the introduction of genital sex. Plus the idea that our bodies were coming together not just for recreational sex but with an openness to procreation was thrilling. I delighted in the thought that his seed would soon be planted in my fertile garden.
Months went by, however, and I had still not conceived. We were both a little concerned but not overly alarmed because we knew some couples took a while to get pregnant. I started tracking my ovulation and we “scheduled” our intercourse for when I would be most fertile. As a result of our common reproductive goal, the frequency of fellatio quickly tapered away. However, I missed sucking him off and he obviously missed getting blown, but we wanted every sperm possible swimming upstream not down (my throat). After a few more months of trying, we started discussing the possibility of visiting a fertility clinic.
So once I discovered that I was with child that morning, I simply couldn’t resist any longer. I just had to get his penis in my mouth again. He got hard almost instantly when I started sucking his penis with wanton urgency. I wanted to give my husband, my baby’s daddy, a blowjob to remember this very joyous occasion. He just laid back with his hands behind his head to watch me do what I do best.
I simply love the feeling of his velvety smooth bulbous glans gliding across my tongue. I savor the first delicate taste of his pre-seminal nectar on my taste buds. I enjoy the pleasant tickle of his pubic hair on my chin and nose. My lips tingle from the sensation of his blood throbbing through the engorged veins on his shaft. His scent, rich with masculine pheromones, emanating from his crotch, triggers a deep, inexplicable hunger which only fellatio can satiate.
I knew he would ejaculate quickly if I sucked him too voraciously, so I decided to pace myself. I wanted to prolong his pleasure and heighten his orgasm. I desperately desired to reward my husband with my oral expertise. I lifted my head and let his erection slip out of my mouth. It glistened with my saliva. I blew on it gently to watch its pulsating response. I licked his scrotum and took each ball into my mouth and rolled it around with my tongue. Then I shifted to one of my favorite fellatio positions with my head resting on his abdomen. I took his penis back into my mouth and sucked on it languidly. I flicked my tongue over the sensitive frenulum occasionally and his glans would flare with a throb.
My husband had waited patiently for months to be sucked off but I could tell he could not hold back the inevitable much longer. His breathing had hastened and his heart was racing. His erection was straining at full capacity and on the verge of erupting. No matter how many times I perform fellatio on my husband, this pivotal moment of primal release never loses its excitement for me. That I can bring my man to the brink of ecstasy with just my mouth, is truly a gift of selfless love. His abdomen tensed against my cheek and he raised his hips as the first spurt of his warm semen coated my upper palate. Another spurt coated my tongue. I received his salty offering willingly and swallowed without hesitation. Only afterward as I gently nursed on his spent member with the slightly bitter aftertaste lingering in the back of my throat did I wonder if I should even be swallowing while pregnant.
A few days later when I went in for my first ob/gyn appointment, my loving husband accompanied me. We were both excited about my pregnancy and had lots of questions for the doctor. After my exam, the topic of sex came up and she explained that our sex life could continue as normal. I gave my husband a conspiratorial glance and asked her what was “normal”. She laughed and assured me that the baby was well protected and would be fine. She told me that my hormones would be all over the place. Some days I might feel like a nymphomaniac and other days, not so much. So, how about fellatio, I asked hesitantly. She smiled at my husband and asked if he had made me ask about that. He just grinned sheepishly. She said if I was concerned about ingesting semen that there was no need to worry. It was completely harmless. In fact, she said with a wink as she made her way to the door, if we had any “unfinished business” that we needed to take care of, we could take a few moments longer in the exam room.
We both laughed nervously as she locked the door on her way out. She wasn’t kidding, was she? We looked at each other with surprise and said why the hell not? He stood up quickly, came over to the exam table and dropped his pants around his ankles. His limp yet thickening penis dangled before me tantalizingly. I leaned over and kissed the head as if greeting a good friend. Then I glanced up at his face once more with a quizzical am-I-really-about-to-do-this kind of look. The lustful expression on his face was all the encouragement I needed. His penis quickly rose to the occasion and was soon pressing urgently at my lips begging for admission. I eagerly parted my moist lips and took his stiffening erection into the wet warmth of my waiting mouth.
Honeysuckle,
I don't know what the fullest dictionary definition of "erotic" would include. But, after your story – I think somewhere down in the sub-definition examples – would be this story.
This story literally "wowed" me! Not just another in a long list of the world's blowjob stories – but having the uniquely inherent power to illicit strong passion in whoever reads it.
Thank you for this wonderful wake up call this morning. Wow! God bless you. LH
Honeysuckle, great story! Thanks, I needed that reminder today.
LovingHusband, great comment! I fully agree.
Wow! Thanks for this story! One of the best ones I have read.
Great story!! I love oral sex and when my wife was pregnant we did that too!
BLOWN AWAY (pun intended)! Seriously, your prose at describing the act of giving a blow job is almost Shakespearean! A+++!
Incredible story Honeysuckle, very hot, my sexy wife is unbelievable in the blow job department too, please write more, God bless you two !
Honeysuckle ..
Great story and a very sexy pregnancy craving – interesting twist. Sorry you guys had to deprive yourselves of this. Great that you now can enjoy!
Great too that BJs give both of you pleasure. He’s yours to enjoy
Great story. Stay horny.
Honeysuckle…..I love your enthusiasm in giving your husband sexy blowouts. My wife and I have always had a great sex life – which includes a lot of oral sex – but she would never swallow. Instead, she would always finish my orgasm using her hand, aiming for her body. That is until this past year I started cleaning her up afterward with my tongue. She told me, "If it's good enough for you then the least I could do is return the favor." Wow, what a sensation! Especially when we share a passionate kiss when she's done. My wife now loves enjoying my sweet taste.
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Yes! Pretty please, Lila?
Ha, ha! From your response to Honeysuckle, I'd say you need to write that story. I will if you will! We do, in fact, like to make our own 'video journal' of some of our escapades. And I have it on a mental list of things to write about soon. I just have a Part 2 of a pending story to finish first…
Making a 'video journal' is fun and much more interesting to watch than anything else you will see on TV, or your computer.