To The Victor Goes the Spoils

“Okay, you got your beer. You got your meal. Now what do you want?”

It’s funny.  I had been thinking about it all night.  What sexual favor did I want from my husband?  This one was hard (yes, I know, Hubman, I said it was hard.)  What made this decision hard was that we always ask and give each other what we want sexually.  Like the blow job he was hoping to win – it’s not like it has been weeks since he’s had one.  More like maybe 24 hours.  That is what made this bet somewhat humorous – we never need an excuse for doing these things in bed.

“I want you to go down on me,” I decided.

Garbanzo was giddy.  He loves going down on me.  He always has.  While I would hear stories about women having to convince their lovers to go down on them, Garbanzo was the opposite.  He went down on me from like the first time we ever had sex. 

“I was hoping you’d say that.”

Despite his love for giving me oral pleasure, we don’t do it often. And, mainly it is because I am quite ticklish. While I love laughter in the bedroom, this usually results in the kind that is difficult to recover from.  I have destroyed the mood many times.  It is usually part of round two of foreplay, if I’m feeling patient for a round two….I’m less ticklish then.

He positioned himself between my legs. He spread my labia wide and started licking and sucking all around my clit.  Each time his tongue came close to it, I would hold my breath in anticipation of him touching it.  Each time he heard me, he would divert his attention elsewhere.  When I was starting to relax, he finally touched it lightly with the tip of his tongue.  By this time, I’m so turned on that the lightest touch was enough to send waves through me. 

But he continued to play. He continued to lick my clit then move away from it.  Just when I was about to be frustrated, he focused in on exactly what I wanted.  I was over the moon.  Soon, he had me walking that edge – I was about to fall over it and into orgasmic bliss.  Like always happen from this kind of orgasm, I know it will happen without warning.  He reached up and squeezed a nipple.  And it does. I ride the orgasm until I cannot take the stimulation anymore – and I push him away.

He looks up at me with a grin, then climbs up my body to kiss me.  I love being kissed after.

As we kiss, he slid into me with one stroke.  I reposition my legs to be on his shoulders so he can fuck me deep.  And fuck me he does – hard and deep just like I like it after an orgasm. 

It all felt so great until he started slowing down. 
“What are you doing?”
“I want you to cum again.”

I reach between us and start stroking my clit as he slowing fucks me.  I soon feel another orgasm building again.  He finally whispered, “Cum for me again!” And, I do.

He withdrew his cock and told me to get on my hands and knees.  Soon he is back inside of me fucking me hard again. With each stroke, I fuck him back.  The slap of our bodies and our moans fill the room.  I start encouraging him knowing the talk will send him over the edge, and it did.

As we lay there in a pile on the bed catching our breath, he asked, “Did that fulfill my debt?”
“I’ll let you know.”

5 Comments Add yours

  1. Hubman says:

    So this was your reward for the bet whether little old me was Osbasso’s mystery guest this week?

    Glad I could be of assistance 😉

  2. Just me... says:

    Oh, what a lovely way to spend an evening for you both!!

  3. Vixen says:

    Fun times…. 😉

    My husband begs me to let him go down on me too. It’s one of the many things I love about him.

  4. rage says:

    That was awesome and hot all at the same time. Temper is one to love to eat the P. I love it and in fact, that’s where we’re headed as soon as I finish this sentence. muahahaha!!

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