A tail of his first blow job after 30 years of marriage from wife  1 of 2

 A tail of his first blow job after 30 years of marriage from wife 1 of 2



I smiled the minute I'd saw her and kept smiling as I walked to the sliding glass doors. I peered through at her sitting there reading a book. Beside her on the round glass table was a tall glass of iced tea. As I took a sip of my water, I watched Ellen hold her book in one hand and absently run the fingers of the other up and down her thigh just below her shorts. She was wearing one of her 'sexy outfits' as I called it, a pink sleeveless top and a pair of white linen shorts, these shorter than most her others. It gave me a good look at her lovely long legs. It was then I noticed she'd gotten a good start on tanning them this early in the summer. They were so very sexy, brown and smooth, now crossed casually at the ankles. Her cute feet and toes wiggled in the sunshine, fresh from a pedicure a couple days ago. Yes, I loved her feet. I could massage, kiss and make love to them all on their own.

I stood there studying her, okay ogling her, for a minute or two more.

Her glasses lay low on her nose as if they'd slipped down with the warm summer moisture on her skin. She had this serious expression on her face and I watched her lightly bite her lower lip as she read on, still skimming her thighs with her fingernails. As she was totally absorbed in her novel, I realized there was something about a woman in glasses that had always turned me on. My wife wore glasses all the time, but right then it seemed like the sexiest thing I had ever seen. For some reason the scene gave me the appearance of a hot tie secretary or very naughty teacher was out on our deck, a depiction right out of one of the naughtiest erotic stories I'd read recently. Naughty 'Miss Ellen'...the sound of her name in my head accompanied by the sexy sight of her on the other side of the glass had me aroused in no time.

I smiled even wider, took a calming breath and finally opened the sliding door. I walked over to the patio chair on the other side of the little glass table from my lover.

Hello dear, I called before sitting down, needing to adjust myself in my shorts before I did so.

Ellen wasn't the least bit surprised by my intrusion into her peaceful world. In fact, she continued to read her book without once looking up at me. She said nothing for the next several seconds. When she finally did look over at me she only made it halfway up my body, her gaze stopping below my waist. Her eyes obviously focused on my distinct arousal for her.

Hello indeed. She replied with a grin.

Oh that, I looked down at my bulging crotch. "You know how I get around beautiful women.

Unfortunately I do. Ellen chuckled softly.

I grinned feeling proud of myself for being so hot for her still after all these years. I took another swig from my bottle of water and tried to get comfortable in the chair.

How's it going at work, dear? She spoke, looking back down at the page.

Uh, so far so good I shifted in my seat easing over toward her a little, feeling the ever-present swelling squeezed between my thighs. I have one project done that is due tomorrow. But thought I'd take a break before I got into the next one.

She raised the hand she had caressing her thigh and brushed back her bangs before she turned the page. That innocent gesture only heightened my 'naughty teacher' fantasy as I looked at her again, my lecherous gaze on her lovely face behind those sexy glasses, then on down that beautiful body. Her very full breasts rose and fell in that pink top, which was scoop necked, revealing her very generous cleavage, also very tanned already. It wasn't until then that I noticed her puffy nipples were showing themselves. She must have been wearing one of her thin bras, but even then it certainly wasn't cold out, so something was exciting those twin peaks.

The stirring in my shorts became more of an all-out growing at that thought.

I continued to watch her, not wanting to interrupt whatever pleasurable thoughts that latest novel of hers must have been giving her. At the same time I didn't want to leave her side. So I quietly sat and took in the moment with my girl.

I did look up once long enough to see the sun was low in the sky already. Only wisps of white fluffy clouds kept it from being a perfectly clear summer late afternoon. It was in the upper eighties, but with the light breeze it was very comfortable. The air even smelled like early summer, still fresh from spring rains and newly mown lawns.

It was a wonderful day in our neighborhood. It was a wonderful day on our deck as I looked at my sexy wife.

But as aroused as I still was I knew she wouldn't be interrupted from her book to take care of my wants, besides I was supposed to be working. So I figured I'd had a long enough break. I eased up out of the chair preparing to take a drink as I did, when...

So do you think the sex is still good between us? Ellen spoke up.

What I nearly spilled water on myself being taken back at the surprising question. I lowered the bottle without taking a drink. Yeah, sure, sex has always been good between as far as I'm concerned. But why do you ask.

Ellen closed her book and placed it on the table between us and turned to face me. I don't know. The couple in this book asks the question of one another. They are about our age, with grown kids. They found they could discover new things in their love life even at their age.

I wasn't sure where this conversation was going so I stayed pretty vanilla with my response, as I'd learned to do in similar situations over the years. I see and so you're asking the question now. Making it sound more like a statement than a question.

They discovered they had not made love in certain ways in a long time. Like, well, she realized she hadn't given him a blowjob in a few years.

What luckily for me I didn't have the water bottle near my lips this time or for sure I would have spilled the whole thing all over me. "What kind of book are you reading? They talk about blowjobs in there.

No, no, not really. I mean not that graphically, but the writer does a good job of inciting your imagination to knowing what the female character is talking about and then does for her husband.

Okay, wow that is some kind of writing for a non-erotic novel.

Yeah but you know it still got me thinking. I've, well, I've Ellen trailed off and pulled her tanned legs up a bit, putting her hands in her lap.

You've what I said sitting my water bottle on the table next to her glass and book.

Actually it's not what I've done but what I've not done.

And that would be? I turned her way a little more, very curious to hear now what she had to say.

I've never given you a blowjob.

I fell back hard in my chair staring right into my lovely wife's face, but really not seeing her. I had an immediate flashback to before we were married and when she had offered to give me my first oral sex ever. I had just gone down on her that night and she was all smiles and glowing.

You remember the one time I tried.

She was reading my mind. It didn't go well as I'm sure you remember. Her statement this time,

It hadn't, as she barely had me in her mouth when she fell back on the bed in tears.

Yeah that's true. I remember how nervous and reluctant you were when you first tried.

I told you then I had had a bad experience the one time before doing it. She defended herself. After he came without warning me and it all got in my eyes and stung like crazy, well, his was the first and last one I ever did.

I know, you told me and I've never brought it up again in all these years. Although I wasn't going to admit right then I had thought about it plenty enough, especially in my solo sex times. So why do you bring it up now?

Because I want to share with you something I know you've always wanted and I'm ready right now to give you.

What? There was that dumb man response again.

Don't be so surprised. Also, don't expect me to turn into a blowjob addict. But I'm willing to do it right now for you.

I suddenly was at a loss for even my one word response, unsure of how to reply or act. It had always been a fantasy of mine, the erotic act of a blowjob. I suppose it is a common male fantasy, if not a reality with most men. For me it had remained a fantasy all these years.

I really want to do it for you now.

Like right now? I shifted in my chair realizing my manhood had answered for me already as it tried to force itself out of my shorts. Shall we go inside then.

Let's do it right here.

What? Yep, man speaks.

If I hesitate I'm afraid I may chicken out. I'm ready to do it right now. Ellen reached over and caressed the still growing bulge in my shorts. She gazed at me through her glasses for a second as the proposal ran through my mind. The image of the naughty teacher also ran through my brain. The direct line to my groin was fully established.

I guess we could do that. The words came out much more calmly than they should have.