May 152006
 

I was in the tiny laundry closet. I was dumping an armful of white cottons into the washing machine. My wife was on her computer but her sixth sense kicked in. It told her my arms were full and I was unable to defend myself. Moments like these could not be ignored.

I was almost done when my wife walked into the laundry closet and slid her hands around my chest. Her fingers went straight for my nipples because that is where I am the most ticklish. I squirmed as she tickled, but I was also trying to stuff the rest of the clothes in so I can defend myself. She knew that once on a task, I couldn’t stop what I was doing even if I was being tickled. She knew my weaknesses that well.

Right as I was finished, she stopped tickling and slid her hands down to my boxers. Her hands slipped through my waistband and into my thick pubic hair. I went from squirming to stock still in an instant.

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“So, come here often?” she said. It was the oldest joke we had.

“Here?” I said. “Never.” My voice had matched her teasing tone.

“Would you like to?” she said. Her voice was still teasing. “Would you like to sit up on the washer while it runs and I blow you?”

“Yes,” I said. This time my voice was devoid of teasing, mockery or fun. I was dead serious and horny.

She laughed. A second of silence followed while she thought about it.

“All right, let’s do it.” Just like that, I’m in a sex scene from one of my stories. Sudden, spontaneous and I know I will never be able to reproduce this moment on purpose again.

She takes off her shirt because she knows I love a topless blowjob. I close the washer lid and turn the dial to Hot/Cold. Then I freeze. I’m thinking of my wife’s large tits, her mouth and her short curly blonde hair. She walks out of the closet for something and I’m staring at the washer machine when she returns.

“What are you waiting for?” she asks.

“I can’t remember how to start the washer machine.” She laughs but it’s true. I’m 33 and here I am blanking out like a teenager about to get laid. My wife reaches across and turns it on. I laugh with her and pull myself on top of the machine.

As soon as my ass was on top of the machine, a loud metallic POP rang out. We look at each other in horror. Did I just break the washer machine?

“It’s the lid, it flexed in,” I said.

She moves my cock out from my boxers. “We’ll look at it later.”

Oh yes.

My wife had pulled up a chair from the dining room. She must have done it when my brain had turned off trying to figure out the machine controls. It didn’t matter to me. I was just happy to be sitting there with my wife’s topless beauty before me. She was kneeling on the chair; just the right height for my cock and her mouth. The light from the kitchen came in and made her golden. Or maybe that was just my own slanted eyes. I don’t know. She just seemed like an angel at this moment. An Angel of Cock-sucking, but an Angel nonetheless.

The washer filled with water as my mouth sealed her mouth over my cock. I leaned back and hit my head on the shelf. The burst of pain on the back of my head didn’t even distract me. I tilted my head down and rested my back against the wall. I closed my eyes and gave myself to her tender sucking love.

Maybe a blowjob isn’t love, but this afternoon it was the most romantic thing I could imagine. Her fist pumped my cock while her mouth sealed over the tip. Her so wet mouth engulfed me while she moaned. I fell in love with her for the ten thousandth time as pumped my cock.

She stops and my heart breaks. I open my eyes to see her mouth open with an evil grin. She’s teasing me and I forgive her this terrible crime. Her tongue flickers out and pushes my cock left and right.

“I want the washer to be running,” she said.

I laugh. The washer is still filling with water. “No need to wait,” I say.

She laughs and takes my cock into her mouth. The oblivion of sensation is intoxicating. I forget about the bills, about the chores for today and about my family. Stress is literally sucked out of me by my lovely wife. She gives me the greatest gift and worships my cock with her mouth.

The washer is getting warm underneath my ass. Almost too hot but I don’t care. My wife is worshipping my cock, twisting her head as she goes up and down along my length. More and more she takes into her mouth until I feel like I am fucking her.

She pulls my hand to her hair and I groan. It’s her way of giving me permission and I take it. I grip her curly hair in my hand like I own her. Like she is mine to spank, cage, flog and fuck. Her curly hair fills my hand and I feel her breath flaring onto my crotch. I’m rolling my hips, sliding in and out of her mouth while she keeps sucking. It’s a brief illusion but when my hand is in her hair, I feel like a Dom again fucking the mouth of my slave.

I used her mouth till she rises for air. The illusion fades as I let go of her hair. She’s panting and that is so fucking hot. I don’t say anything. I just reach for a breast and bend down to take the nipple into my mouth. Instead of a short break for breathing, she’s moaning from my flickering tongue. I suck and nibble until I move to her other breast. A short desperate moan came from her lips and I know she wishes it was her on the washer and me in the chair. The greedy side of me says ‘too bad’. I move back and forth from breast to breast as I take my fill. I never get tired of taking her golden orbs into my mouth and I could have done it forever but I was interrupted by a new sound.

The washer had started.

My wife gets that grin. The one that says she has a new toy to play with and she can’t wait to try it. The washer is vibrating now and she wants to see its effect. She dives for my cock again and I release her hair. There are times for slaves and a time to be mauled by an eager woman.

I bang my head again on the washer shelf again. The pain is twice as intense but fades three times as fast. Being sucked is a great pain reliever.

I close my eyes while my wife blows me. She is sucking hard now, licking my tip furiously while her cheeks cave in. I can feel her glasses cold against my skin when she goes all the way down. Her mouth is so wet; I can feel spit dribbling down onto my balls. It makes me so hard to know she is literally drooling for my cock.

The washer is going full speed now. The agitator is pumping up and down very loudly. It sounds like sex; wet, mechanical powerful pistons of sex drilling away at some beautiful mechanical cunt. The sound fills the small laundry closet we are in. The pounding surrounds us and wraps us in the noise of penetration.

My hands gripped to the sides of the washer and I lift my hips. I’m not thinking, I’m just doing. I’m thrusting now. The plunging of the agitator is setting the tempo and I somehow manage to keep pace. My wife groans and keeps sucking as I pound her mouth. I don’t know if she knows what is driving me but she can tell when I am lost in the fury of sex. Her lips become looser so I can freely fuck them, which means that wet slurping sounds have added to the drumbeat of the machine’s thrusting. My own groans add to the mix and I felt like we were in the middle of a sonic orgy.

The bliss of orgasm struck me and I froze in mid thrust. My wife froze as well, staying still as she prepared for the shooting of my seed. Her fingers and lips were so tight, I could feel every spurt.

One spurt,

another,

another,

And then she relaxed her fingers. I continued to climax. My growl of pleasure now filled the laundry closet while the washer machine continued its ceaseless fucking.

My wife sat up, smiling at me in that proud arrogant way she always did when she makes me climax. I love her for it. She is like me in so many ways except she is a hot beautiful blonde.

“I love you,” I said.

“You better,” she said. It was another joke we had developed over the thirteen years. I don’t know why, but in that moment I realized how lucky I was to still be in love with my wife when our own parents had either already divorced and should have at this point. Maybe because it was Mother’s Day or maybe because it was just the right time, I got a glimpse of how fortunate we really were.

“No, I really love you,” I said. “And I hope we never change.”

She smiled. She knew what I meant but it was impossible for her not to crack a smile.

“You mean you hope you never stop getting blowjobs,” she said.

We laughed. I wondered if this would be a new joke we would be repeating over and over again for another thirteen years.

  13 Responses to “Ten Thousandth Blowjob”

  1. “Like she is mine to spank, cage, flog and fuck.”

    That is so fucking hot. God help the next man who wants me. You keep giving me new ideas.

  2. That has to be one of the hottest descriptions of a blowjob I have read.

    The similes within this piece made it so real for me and the humour only added to the moment.

    Wow, I’m more than a little excited now. ;)

  3. Wrygirl- I’m glad you liked it. You also gave me an idea for a story I need to put in the to-do list.

    Suze- Thank you very much. Strange how after writing so many fictional blowjobs that talkinbg about a real one is one of my better efforts. I think there is something to be said for inspiration :)

  4. I love this.

    You two are very lucky to have each other.

    Does she read your blog?

  5. Oh very hot indeed, and that it is real is even better. A blow job on the washer. *eyes her laundry area* I get hot just thinking about it.

    ~Vix

  6. AAG- Thanks. The short answer is no, she doesn’t read it because she wanted it to be a space that I could bitch about her if I so felt inclined. I’m the same way about her blog which I do not even know the name of. Now, she wants to overhaul my blog visually and she helps picks HNT pictures, but she really wants me to have my own space and vice versa.

    Vixxxen- Thanks :)I’d reccomend you wash whites so that the hot water will keep you hot :)

  7. I love reading marital pleasures Shon. I dig it when couples dig each other and strive for sexual evolution, it makes it all the more erotic, as well as being a source of inspiration.

  8. Anastacia- Thank you. I think sexual evolution is the perfect word to describe it :)

  9. Damn, that was hot! Usually the woman rides the washer as her man fucks her. I’ve never thought about the reverse! Hey, honey, don’t you have a load of laundry to do?

  10. Cherrie- I may have discovered a way to get men to do laundry everywhere.

  11. What is it with laundry and sex? I don’t know, but it is funny. Someone came over to my site from this post (I have no idea why).

  12. fucking awesome read.
    keep up the goodness.

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