Hubby knows I enjoy giving head so he doesn't need to provide any incentive, but last night he gave me a little surprise.
He started off by playing with me first. No Spartacus this time - just me and Hubby. Well, it was just me, Hubby and the two men in my fantasy, but they don't really count, do they? Anyway, this time, I joined him and both of our hands (one of his, one of mine) worked my pussy together while he sucked on my breasts. Very, very nice.
I came quickly and drifted for a moment into that fog of pleasure while I rode out the reverberations of the orgasm. Hubby moved away and I didn't really know what he was doing. I assumed he was taking off his 12 layers of winter clothing so we could fuck, but I didn't really care. I was too busy enjoying the moment.
He climbed back into bed just as my orgasmic haze was lifting, and he knelt on the bed like he does when he wants a blow job, which is just about every night. I scooched over, lifted myself up and positioned myself to take his cock, which was very hard and throbbing, into my mouth.
No words were passed. One of the worst things about a long term marriage is also one of the best - predictability. There are times when it manifests as almost unbearable boredom, but there are other times when it grants a quiet and comfortable communication. One knows what the other wants without words. Sometimes there are visible signals, like putting his cock in my face or tapping my shoulder. Other times it's just a knowing of what the other person wants.
That reminds me of a joke I heard a long time ago. Hubby and I were watching comedian Elayne Boosler on T.V. when I first heard it. A man wanted to improve his sex life with his wife so he asked her what she wanted in bed. "Do you really want to know what I want?" she asked. "Yes, I do," he replied. "I really do. Please tell me. What do you want?" She paused for a moment, wondering if she should tell him the truth. Finally she said, "What I really want, more than anything, is to have just one night with someone besides you." It's funnier when it's told out loud, but you get the point. Sometimes the boredom can drive you crazy.
But I digress....again......
Hubby had turned the light on while he was up. He likes to watch as I suck his cock, which is fine with me, of course. But I noticed just before I took him into my mouth that his cock was all wet and shiny. I thought that was odd. Why would he lube up before a blow job? I figured that he must have originally wanted some anal and then changed his mind. I thought about asking him, but it really didn't matter, so I focused on the task at hand (cock at mouth?) and took his entire cock into my mouth in one long, deep stroke.
As the head hit the back of my throat, I squealed with delight. Hubby laughed and moaned with pleasure at the same time.
I love peppermint. Hubby knows it. Every now and then, just for fun, he gives me the special peppermint surprise. Sometimes he tells me about it earlier in the day to tease me or to give me a heads up that he's going to want sex that night - which is not really needed because I want it every night. Sometimes he just surprises me like he did last night.
So there I was with a big, hard peppermint stick in my mouth. On peppermint nights it's understood that I'm not going to focus on technique at all, I'm just going to suck the hell out of his cock in an attempt to enjoy every last drop and vapor of the peppermint. His enjoyment comes from the feel of it, of course, but also from watching my frenzied attempt to devour him.
Last night was a little more wild than normal. I've been dieting for a while, and I've all but cut sweets completely out of my diet, so peppermint cock was even more of a treat than usual. I sucked and licked him like I was starving for cock and didn't know when I'd get it again.
I could tell he was a bit overwhelmed by my...uh...enthusiasm this time because he put out his arm to steady himself against the wall and every now and then he'd say, "Easy...easy...." I thought, Silly man. If you wanted it easy you shouldn't have pulled out the peppermint surprise!
I was still going strong when I felt the tap on my shoulder. Nooooo!!!!!! He wanted me to stop now so he could fuck me, but I wasn't finished. I looked up at him and said, "Please? Just a couple more minutes?" He laughed and said, "I'm not going to make it a couple more minutes!"
I pretended to pout and rolled over onto my back, murmuring in my little girl whiny voice just loud enough so he could hear, "You shouldn't give me peppermint if you're just gonna take it away..."
He answered by driving his cock inside me. I looked up at him and saw him staring into my eyes. I wrapped my legs around him and held on tight while he fucked me hard and fast. He was right. He didn't have two more minutes left in him.
After, he kissed me and rolled off me, laying next to me again. We were both quiet for a while. The silence felt nice. Comfortable.
Then he said, "Do you wanna finish off the peppermint? I think there's still some on my balls."
I didn't answer. I just scurried between his legs and started licking his balls (very gently, of course) and cock, tasting peppermint blended with his juices and mine. I licked him completely clean and then crawled back up to the head of the bed to curl up against him.
I kissed him on the neck and said, "Thanks for the peppermint surprise. I loved it!"
"I could tell," he said. Then he kissed me on the forehead and we drifted off to sleep.