Wife Plays With White Paint

My wife, Mabel, had asked me to refrain from helping myself for a week. She sometimes does this when she wants to see me shoot a big load all over myself. Last night, after the kids were put to bed, Mabel closed the bedroom door and said, I want to try something different tonight. Uh-oh. Statements like that usually end with me upside down and blowing a load on my own face for Mabels enjoyment. I didnt really want to be blowing a weeks worth of jizz on my face. I had no idea what she had in store, so I was understandably reluctant. Take off your clothes and lie on the bed, she commanded. I did as she said, and she took off all her clothes, as well. I want you to get yourself close, but no cumming. Not just yet. But build it right to the edge. As you may have read in my previous posts, Mabel isn't a big fan of sex, but she does like to help me. She will lick my nipples and tell me sexy fantasy stories while I stroke. A couple of weeks ago, for example, I stroked to the blindfolded fantasy of being forced to masturbate in the middle of a brightly-lit operating theater, with a full audience of young med students looking on. She has an imagination, for sure. Anyway, last night she got me worked up not with fantasy, but with reality. I want you to get close, she said again, and I want you to tell me when you get there. Then I will lie on the floor and I want you to stand over me and watch me masturbate. This was different, and it got me rock hard and super close in no time. I told her as much. Come here, she said, and proceeded to the middle of the bedroom and lay on her back on the floor. Stand over me, and keep stroking, but just to the edge - don't cum yet. I want your feet on either side of my hips. Once I was positioned above her, she spread her legs and began to rub her pussy with one hand while teasing her nipples with the other. The whole time her eyes were locked on my cock. When I get close, Ill tell you, she said. Then I want you to finish. On me. I want to feel your load spattering my body as I cum. With that, Mabel closed her eyes and continued rubbing her pussy. She looked so good, it was all I could do to not cum right then. I was leaking precum. Every so often, her eyes would open a bit and she would glance between my throbbing cock and my eyes, an almost pleading look on her face. After a few more minutes of this torture, her breathing got increasingly rapid. Okay, I'm close, she said. After a seconds hesitation, when I thought she might change her mind, she said Cum on me, now. She closed her eyes tight and opened her mouth a bit, a hint of tongue peeking out. I increased my pace and grip, checked my aim, and let fly. Three ropey jets arced out over her prone form in rapid succession. They splattered down and coated her belly, between her tits, and up one cheek. Her body spasmed with her orgasm, and she made so much noise I thought she might wake the kids. I had a few more ropey blobs leak out and drip onto her trembling torso as I watched her finish. Once the spasms abated, Mabel got up, wrapped her arms around me, and pressed our bodies together, smearing all that cum between us and giving me a long, shuddering kiss. She turned her face to the side and rubbed the cum from her cheek onto my lips, then gave me another long kiss. That was a good one, she said. Now lets hit the shower.