For The Love of Blowjobs and Vodka

I recently read an article that quoted a study that was done in 2018, The study found that in the US 28% of women enjoyed giving blowjobs, 55% somewhat enjoyed it and 17% did not enjoy it. For more than two decades my wife landed on the line between the 55% and the 17%. Blowjobs were a "special occasion" thing like for my birthday or our anniversary, Valentine's Day or Christmas. Don't get me wrong, my wife is in no way a prude but one of the two things she wasn't into was giving oral..the other was anal sex. Of course. 

This all changed about three years ago. 

Occasionally for my work I have to be away from home for a week at a time. It doesn't happen often but it's always a pain. At the time our second child had just moved out of the house and the wife and I were empty-nesters. It was a little weird not having any of our children around but we soon realized that we could sow some wild oats and do things that we hadn't been able to do since before kids.

Like walk around the house naked. Have spontaneous sex on the living-room floor, couch, kitchen... back yard patio?? Yep! 

Blowjobs? Yeah... NO. 

"Silly... you know that's for special occasions! I'll give you a hand-job." We've all heard that one, amma right?

It was also at this time that my wife discovered her love for vodka.

It's not that my wife had anything against drinking, but when we had children she just felt like she couldn't really let loose. She would go months or even years without drinking a drop. She even went three years once! 

So I left for my business trip and was gone for a week. Every night calling to check in on her and finding that she had been drinking and having the greatest "me time" she's had in far too many years. She remarked that she had been hitting the vodka bottle pretty hard and was also so horny that she had dug out the old vibrator I had gotten her many, many years prior. I wished I was there.

She said that she had plans for me when I got home.

I arrived home a few days later in the afternoon to my wife breaking out the drinks. It wasn't quite 5 o'clock but what the hell. We sat on the couch with the background noise of the TV. My wife was about halfway through her third drink when she set it on the end table and wrapped her arms around me and gave me the sloppiest drunk kiss ever! It was fun and I was glad she felt like she could let loose. She reached down and un-buttoned my pants, standing up, yanked on the side and slid them off my legs. Wobbling around she tossed them on the back of the couch.

Kneeling on the floor between my legs she grasped my penis and stroked me to an erection pausing every few seconds to tease the edges of my engorged head with her finger as she cupped my scrotum with her other hand. She drunkenly looked up at me...

"Close your eyes, relax. You're gonna like this."

She then opened her mouth and lowered her head onto my cock, fully consuming me. The head of my penis invading her throat as she forced herself to deep throat me. I was in pure heaven.

She pulled back and coughed, smiled and then bent her head around and took each testicle into her mouth, individually attempting to swallow them. Wow... in all our years together she had never done that!!

She resumed sucking on me. Running her head up and down while occasionally feverishly stroking me. I reveled in the glow of sensations. 

In the past, it was customary for me to alert my wife when I was on the verge of cumming. She didn't like me cumming in her mouth. It wasn't the necessarily the texture but the taste. She said there was almost a metallic taste to my semen. I have no idea why.

When I felt the verge of an orgasm welling up I told her that i was going to cum. She raised her head up and worked my cock with her hand.

"That's the point, silly."

As I started to orgasm my wife wrapped her mouth around the head of my penis and I unloaded myself into her. Out of sheer intensity I grabbed the ponytail on the back of her head and forced her down taking me further into her mouth. My hips bucked with every pulse of semen filling her cheeks.

I collapsed into the couch.

My wife raised her head holding her hand over her mouth and with an adjustment of her tongue opened her mouth to show me it's contents. Semen dripped from the corner and she climbed up to my lap, wrapped her arms around me and pressed her sloppy semen lips to my own. Her tongue forced cum from her mouth to mine and then she swallowed and giggled.

"That actually didn't taste as bad as I remembered. Maybe we'll do that more often." She smiled as she sucked on the straw of her mixed vodka drink.

My wife had just stolen my soul. Again.

It wouldn't be the last time.