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I have a fetish for pleasure domming my wife and it’s especially satisfying because she herself is a giver. When we first met and started dating it became clear to me that she was the inverse of a narcissist; spending all of her time being thoughtful of other people, celebrating them, being kind and loving to them. Never once thinking about herself. Feeling uncomfortable with being the one to be doted upon.

According to her, before we met, she was rarely hit on by guys out in public, which I simply refuse to believe due to how brazenly attractive she is – 5’5 with a petit, athletic create and lush long brown hair, hazel-blue eyes, and a beautiful, offensively contagious smile. But the point is, she clearly wasn’t in the habit of seeking, or receiving, attention or pleasure of any kind.

So this is where I stepped in. Early into our sex life she would insist on giving to me. Sucking my cock at every opportunity, swallowing my cum, letting me cum on her face, letting me fuck her in the ass, etc. All the fantasies she assumed all men have. And I did all of these things with her and they were great. But eventually I worked up the courage to confess to her that, in reality, I would get off more by focusing on her every step of the way. She was hesitant at first, and confessed back to me that she never wondered of sex that way and had never orgasmed from a man before. I realized she needed to be gently coaxed into a place of comfort and safe space to let her guard down. Thankfully, wanting to provide that for her is part of my kink. And, with every step she took, the raw, visceral excitement inside of me grew.

It started with letting me eat her out. I did so gently at first, but coached her to ask for more when she wanted more. We learned that she can quickly cum this way, and to her shock and surprise, that she is a squirter. That’s like Christmas Day for people like me. Nothing hotter than feeling her gush and flood my beard with warm pussy juice as she squirms underneath me. We then progressed to exploratory sex to learn which positions she enjoyed the most. Missionary and cowgirl were the clear favorites, one because of the face-to-face connection but also because I have an upward bending cock so the fit is perfect.

It was in cowgirl that we learned she could cum from penetrative sex. If she was wearing warm socks and I gently toyed with her nipples, she learned she could grind down on me over and over again, slowly at first, but then faster and faster and faster until she finally shuddered and clamped down on my cock and gasped that she was cumming. Then, by sheer accident, we discovered that if I immediately pull her down on top of me and begin bucking wildly up into her, she could chain-reaction fly into a second orgasm (this only works if she had just came the first way).

At this point, there was no stopping the train. I was too hooked, and began looking for new highs. It was here that I realized my fetish knows no bounds and that I get turned on by pleasing her even outside the bedroom. I decided to test my theory with action.

It was a Sunday when my wife came home from her work trip. She works as a flight attendant and so our marriage comes with the constant roller coaster of loving on each other for the 4-5 days that we’re home, then missing each other sick for the 4-5 days she’s away. The intense missing each other translates to my wife (and I) being extremely horny when she gets home. She usually can’t even wait to change out of her uniform and we fuck right there in the living room while roleplaying as pilot and naughty stewardess. Knowing how horny she’ll be, I pounce.

I wake up early and spend the entire day cleaning every inch of the apartment, tidying, vacuuming, swiffering, dusting, and windexing. I make the bed the exact way she wants it and set candles out in the areas she likes them. She gets home at around noon and predictably flings herself at me. She grabs and tugs at my crotch but I remind her that she usually feels stressed out if she isn’t able to unpack first from her trip. She agrees and I help her unpack all her things and run her work laundry in the machine. She looks around the apartment, sees how clean it is, and lunges back at me. I pull her to the couch and we lay there naked and canoodle and hug and kiss like we’re a pair of 30 year old teenagers. I tell her I want to give her a massage and she moans to grant me permission.

She lays face down on my lap and reaches under her belly and plays idly with my balls while I lay my hands slowly but deeply into her scalp, neck, shoulders, traps, and back muscles. Then I progress to her butt and palm and mash at her butt cheeks, gently but firmly, and then move to her thighs. She keeps asking for more, and more, and longer, and longer, and it goes on for almost half an hour before she finally spreads her legs and lets my fingers slowly run their way to her clit. I massage her clit slowly and she moans out, fidgeting slightly when I hit just the right spots. I lean down to her face while I do this and nibble on her earlobe because I know it drives her insane. The moans grow slightly more and more and she writhes more and more and then she gasps and arches her back and juices spit out of her and soak into the couch.

I flip her over and spread her legs nice and wide and lean my face down into her warmly radiant pussy. I work my tongue all over her exactly the way she’s shown me she likes it. I begin slowly so she can recover from the orgasm she just had, and create only as she cues me to. As I softly tongue her clit in the right spots, soon she’s back to escalating me and involuntarily grabbing my hair with her hands and grinding her hips into my face. I am obsessively turned on. You could cut diamonds with my dick. Finally she loses it and screams out and I feel warm juices gush through my beard and run down my neck and soak even more into the couch. When she finishes, she jumps up and stares at me and kneels down to the ground to suck my cock. I allow it because of how much she all the time begs to do it.

I let her bob and gag and spit and lick to her heart’s content, but then she says she needs to feel me inside of her. I grab her and lift her up in the air and carry her to the bedroom, slowly skewering her down onto my cock as we walk. We fall on the bed together and begin fucking a bit too intensely, because with all my teasing and edging of my painfully erect cock from the activities thus far I can’t stop myself from cumming almost instantly explode violently inside of her. She locks her legs around me and moans in approval, but then whispers in my ear that we both know that isn’t enough for her.

I pull out of her and we lay together on the bed, side by side, and we kiss softly while I play very gently with her clit. Together we kind of drift off into a trance where we forget about passing time, half asleep, half awake, while we just kiss slowly and gently and I slowly massage her. This goes on for maybe 15-20 minutes and she finally gets worked up again and asks for more, and I massage her more, and then finally she’s cumming again. Reawakened, my dick is rock hard once more and she climbs on top of me and lowers herself onto it.

“I need to cum now the real way.” She begs. Music to my ears.

She grinds down on my dick slowly and methodically with her eyes closed as she focuses on getting to the right place. I reach up and toy with her nipples to fuel her. Her grinds gradually get deeper and more forceful. Her breathing gets more labored. She almost gets there, but then sighs in frustration as it slips away from her. I pull her down and kiss her and remind her we are in no rush. She nods and sits back up and starts over again. As she gets back into it, I see her abs twitching and her pussy spasm clamping here and there around my dick and I know it’s going to happen this time. I keep toying with her nipples and staring at her. She gets closer, and closer, and closer, and then finally I widen my eyes in excitement as she’s sent over the edge and cries out that she’s cumming. Her cries are almost guttural grunts interrupted by gasps and squeaks as she clamps down so hard around my cock I feel like she’s going to rip it off.

When her gasps subside she falls down onto me and, knowing my next move, I start humping into her in a frenzy, while she lays there and slowly cries out yes over and over again until finally she’s cumming again riding the wave of the previous one. She’s squealing so loud it sounds like she’s gonna cry and I can’t handle it anymore and I’m pushed over the edge myself and I erupt into her like a firehose, emptying every last thing I have inside of her.

I pull out of her slowly and roll her over the side of the bed. She looks at me with pleading eyes. “You know what I need. The last one.”

I nod and cuddle up next to her. My wife’s favorite orgasm of all, even more than cumming on my cock, is feeling a gentle orgasm after being pumped full of my jizz. She needs to cum while feeling fully loaded up with mine. I lay next to her and peck her cheek with kisses as I slowly and gently massage her clit one last time. So softly I can barely even feel my finger on it and so slow I barely even feel my finger moving. But she clearly feels it. She lets out soft whimpers and gasps, as if she’s murmuring in her sleep. She then gets to her climax zone and barely cries out in a whisper as she orgasms her final orgasm.

I pull away from her and she just lays there, utterly defeated. She’s spent. She’s done. She’s filled to the brim with my jizz. She comes to and sits up and cups her hand under her vagina and waddles to the bathroom to pee. She pees while holding her vagina with her hand because she says she loves keeping my cum inside of her as long as feasible.

“I’m stuffed.” She smiles as she comes back to bed, sensing my thoughts. “Good job marking your territory, baby.”

She kisses me and rolls over. And with that, she’s passed out. I pull her blankets over her and turn on the AC and set a glass of water by her nightstand, then close the door behind me and walk away grinning at what a pleasure queen she’s has become.

NSFW: yes

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