I stood before Bob, my heart pounding in my chest. We had been married for 20 plus years and yet, I had never truly known him. My religious upbringing had kept me from exploring the depths of our relationship, from experiencing the intimacy that I now craved.
"Bob," I began, my voice barely above a whisper, "I love sucking your cock but I’m afraid to say it.
He looked at me, his eyes filled with curiosity and a hint of excitement. "Anything for you, Kimmy."
I took a deep breath, my hands moving to your cock "I want to... I want to taste you."
His eyes widened, and I could see the surprise and desire warring within him. He had been with many women before me, had experienced pleasures I could only imagine. But now, it was my turn.
I love how he sucks , touches, bites and sucks my nipples making , my pussy growing wet with anticipation.
"Kimmy," he breathed, his voice hoarse with desire. "Are you sure?"
I nodded, my hands moving to his cock. "You bet I'm sure."
His cock was, hard and ready. I stared at it, my heart pounding in my chest. I had never had sucked a cock up before, never felt its heat, its hardness.
"It's beautiful," I whispered, my hand reaching out to touch it.
He let out a groan as I wrapped my hand around his shaft, my fingers wrapped around his shaft and felt his big balls . I stroked him gently, marveling at the feel of him in my hand.
"Kimmy," he moaned, his hands moving to my shoulders, pulling me closer.
I knelt before him, my eyes never leaving his cock. I licked my lips, my tongue darting out to taste the salty precum that had gathered at the tip. It was a taste I had never experienced before, a taste that I knew I would crave from now on.
I wrapped my lips around his cock, taking him into my mouth. He let out a groan of pleasure, his hands moving to my hair, guiding me as I sucked him. I bobbed my head up and down, my tongue swirling around his shaft, tasting every inch of him.
"Fuck, Kimmy," he moaned, his hips thrusting forward, pushing his cock deeper into my mouth. "You're so fucking good at this."
I moaned around his cock, my hand moving to my pussy, rubbing my clit as I sucked him. I was so wet, so turned on by the taste of him, the feel of him in my mouth.
"I'm going to cum," he moaned, his hips thrusting wildly.
I moaned around his cock, my fingers rubbing my clit faster, my orgasm building. I wanted to taste him, wanted to feel his cum in my mouth.
He let out a loud groan, his cock twitching in my mouth as he came. I moaned around him, swallowing his cum, tasting his pleasure.
I pulled away, panting, my body trembling with the force of my own orgasm. I looked up at him, my eyes filled with desire.
"I want more," I breathed, my hand moving to his cock, stroking him gently.
He let out a groan, his cock already hardening in my hand. "Anything for you, Kimmy."
And so, we began our journey of exploration, of pleasure, of love. And I discovered that I loved sucking cock, loved tasting his cum, loved the feel of him inside me. I was no longer the religious, naive woman I had once been. I was Kimmy, Bob's wife, and I loved every moment of it.
"I love you, Bob," I whispered, my hand stroking his cock gently.
He looked down at me, his eyes filled with love and desire. "I love you too, Kimmy."
And with that, we continued our exploration, our journey of pleasure and love. And I knew that this was just the beginning.