Going the Distance

My wife and I don't have much straight sex any more. However, she doesn't mind indulging my fantasies while I wank off. One of my favorites is where we pretend I'm stroking my cock in front of an audience, like a room full of strangers (or friends!), or a web cam. She will lick my nipples while I stroke, describe the scene for me, and generally encourage me to cum. I especially like it when she's extra forceful or descriptive, making me feel like she wants it just as bad as I do.

A few nights ago, she arranged several pillows on the bed so that they would be propping up my butt. There were no pillows under my head, only a towel. In this way, as I lay on my back, my cock was pointing downwards towards my face.

She began to lick my nipples. Between licks, she would describe how I'm tied down and the hand stroking my cock was not my own. She and her 'partner' were using me to test out a new style of porn movie-she said there were several cameras recording the scene. In this new genre, women humiliate men by forcing them to cum all over themselves, and if they have what it takes, they can 'go the distance'.

I asked her what she meant by that. 'If you go the distance,' she said, 'you will cum on your own face. That's what our women want to see.'

She then kissed me on the mouth and went back to licking and sucking my nipples. She had never seemed interested in seeing me give myself a facial before, even though, on occasion, a few drops have made it to my neck and chin. I asked her why the sudden interest, and she said 'Shut up and give us what we want.'

I was really excited by now, but also a little nervous. I had never cum 'down' on myself before, and I wondered how much gravity was going to play a part. Certainly it wouldn't hit my face. She continued encouraging me, telling me how women are sick and tired of seeing other women get all the facials. It's time for a straight guy to see what it's all about.

It was all too much. I told her I was going to cum and she backed up a bit. 'Open your mouth,' she said, 'and get the aim right. Lift up your head. That's good.' Caught up in the moment, I did exactly what I was told and let fly. Oddly, it didn't come out right away-it sort of built up at the base of my shaft for a second. It gave me a split second to refine my aim. Then it came, in a sort of hot stream, and nailed me on the mouth! The second spurt hit my mouth, too (unbelievable!), and the rest harmlessly coated my chest and stomach in a long, continuous line. As my lips were slightly parted, I began to taste the saltiness as the cum dribbled into my mouth. My wife squealed with delight and told me to lick my lips, which I did, tasting even more. It wasn't too terrible, I guess. And it was an incredibly hot wank job. Since all the spooge ended up on me, my wife grabbed the towel from under my head and handed it to me for cleanup. I saved my face for last.