The smile you put on my face
Remember when I used to kneel for you honey? How I would smile into your eyes and open my mouth for you. You loved it so much, didn’t you honey? My eyes would twinkle at your dive into pleasure. Maybe I even knew then that I would make you give it up. Maybe that was part of the delight in my eyes… knowing how hard your sacrifice was going to be.
Remember when we did it? How we worked up to it by teasing you with, “What if this is the last time?” Remember how excited you’d get when I’d scold you saying you mustn’t cum in my mouth and if you did, I wouldn’t let you anymore? And you’d shoot off like a geyser.
And then we decided to really do it. We lit candles, had a little ceremony. It was so exciting. I smiled up into your face just like I’m doing now and I said, “OK honey, this is really it. If you say “Yes”, you agree to never go in my mouth again. Think about it,” I said, and I reminded you of how many years and years of blow jobs you will never have, and were you ready. The air felt electric. When you said, “Yes”, your last cum was like christening the Titanic.
And after all this time, after the novelty wore off, and eventually the confusion, the anger, and finally the deep loving acceptance of your surrender, I still thrill to keeping you… out… of… my… mouth. Oh God, I get wet thinking about it.
“Oh no, honey. I love blow jobs. It was never a chore. They should be called Blow Joys. And I loved giving them to you. Your cock in my mouth told a story that started like a gathering storm, waking the sleeping grizzly, sensing your fantasies as you floated off into the delicious dreamworld of selfish power. It’s just that I enjoy so so much more taking that power away from you. You must miss it so much.
And as for my own sacrifice, not giving you head turned to gold when Carl came into our lives and into my mouth. When I swallow his cum it’s like a long drink at an oasis, so nourishing just knowing it is his nectar in my belly and not yours.
So now, honey, as I kneel and inspect your cage, look at the smile that brightens my face and know that you put it there, my very special hubby.
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