Wife Convinces Husband to Suck His Own Dick and Swallow

Leilani had been turning the words over in her mouth all evening, tasting them the way she tasted the wine they’d barely touched. The apartment was quiet the way it only got after ten, traffic thinned on the street below, the lamp on the dresser throwing a warm pool across the bed. She sat cross-legged in one of Gideon’s old college T-shirts and nothing else, thirty-four and still a little shy about the thing she wanted most. Gideon lay on his side facing her, thirty-six, bare-chested, the gray threads at his temples catching the light. His reading glasses were folded on the nightstand. He watched her the way he always did when he could tell she was working up to something—patient, curious, already a little interested.

“I’ve had this fantasy for years,” she said. Her voice came out smaller than she meant. She cleared her throat and tried again. “About you. About watching you.”

He propped himself on an elbow. “Watching me what?”

Heat climbed her neck. She kept her eyes on the seam of the sheet between them. “Masturbating. Not just stroking. I mean the whole thing. You getting yourself off and then… eating it. Swallowing your own cum.” The words landed between them, filthy and plain. She felt her face burn and forced herself to look at him. “I picture it when I touch myself. Your hand on your cock, the way it gets so hard it curves up, and then you bend, and you put your mouth on yourself, and when you come you don’t pull away. You take it. All of it. Down your throat.”

Gideon went very still. She watched the pulse jump at the base of his throat. Between his legs, under the thin cotton of his shorts, his cock stirred and thickened, a slow unmistakable rise. He didn’t cover it. His mouth opened, closed. A flush spread across his chest.

“Jesus, Leilani.”

“I know.” She twisted the hem of the shirt in her fingers. “It’s embarrassing. I’ve never said it out loud. But I think about it constantly. The sound you’d make. How thick it would be on your tongue. Whether you’d gag or just… take it like you were starving for it.”

He exhaled, a shaky sound. His cock was fully hard now, tenting the shorts, the head already darkening the fabric. He shifted his hips and the motion made him hiss. “It embarrasses me too,” he said. His voice had gone rough. “Thinking about folding myself up like that. Putting my own dick in my mouth. Swallowing. It feels ridiculous. And it also—” He stopped, swallowed, and the motion of his throat made her clit throb. “It also makes me so hard I can barely think. I’ve never tried. I didn’t know you wanted it.”

“I want it,” she said. The confession loosened something in her chest. She crawled closer until her knee brushed his thigh. “I want to see your lips stretched around it. I want to watch you suck yourself until you come in your own mouth and then watch you swallow every drop while I come just from looking at you.”

His hand drifted down without quite touching himself. The outline of his cock jumped. “Keep talking,” he said, almost a plea. “Don’t stop.”

She didn’t.

Leilani sat back on her heels and pulled the T-shirt over her head. Her breasts swayed free, nipples already tight. She was wet enough that the air felt cool between her thighs when she spread her knees. Gideon’s eyes tracked every inch. She slid one hand down her stomach, slow, and parted herself with two fingers so he could see how slick she was. The sound was soft and obscene in the quiet room.

“I want you on your back,” she said, circling her clit with the pad of her middle finger. Her voice had steadied into something lower, hungrier. “Hips up. Legs over your head the way you stretch after a run, only further. Until that thick cock of yours is right at your mouth. I want to watch you open up and take the head in. I want to see your tongue working the underside while you stroke the rest. And when you get close I want you to push deeper, as deep as you can, and come straight onto your tongue. Thick ropes. I want to hear you swallow. I want to see your throat move. I want you messy with it and still licking your lips like you need more.”

Gideon groaned. He shoved his shorts down and his cock sprang free, heavy and flushed, a bead of precum already shining at the slit. He wrapped his fist around the shaft and stroked once, slow, from base to tip, smearing the wetness. “Fuck. Leilani. You really want to watch me do that.”

“I want to watch you do it and I want you to want it while I watch.” She pushed two fingers inside herself and rocked, the heel of her hand grinding her clit. The wet sound filled the space between them. “I get so close just picturing your mouth full of your own cum. The way your eyes would go hazy. How you’d taste yourself and still keep sucking until there was nothing left. God, Gideon. Look at you. You’re dripping already.”

He was. Another clear strand welled and slid down over his knuckles. He stroked again, tighter, and his hips lifted off the mattress. Embarrassment and arousal warred on his face and arousal was winning. “I’ve thought about whether I could,” he admitted. “Late at night. Whether I’m flexible enough. What it would feel like to have my own cock on my tongue. I always stopped before I tried. Felt stupid. But hearing you say it like that—” He stroked harder, breath hitching. “I want to try. Right now. I want you to see it.”

“Yes.” The word came out broken. She fucked herself on her fingers and watched his hand work. “Do it. Please. I need to see you put it in your mouth.”

He kicked the shorts off and lay back. For a moment he just breathed, cock standing rigid against his stomach, shining. Then he drew his knees up, planted his feet, and began to lift. His abs tightened. His hips rose. He was strong from years of climbing and the occasional yoga class she’d dragged him to; the flexibility surprised even him. He folded, shoulders pressing into the mattress, thighs drawing toward his chest, until the flushed head of his cock hovered an inch from his lips.

Leilani crawled between his spread legs so she was inches from the sight. Her fingers never stopped moving. “Oh my god. Look at you. It’s right there. Open your mouth, baby. Take it.”

Gideon’s face was flushed deep red, half embarrassment, half raw need. He looked at her once—checking, still—and she nodded, panting, three fingers buried in her cunt. He opened his mouth. His tongue came out, pink and wet, and he licked the underside of his own cockhead. The taste made him shudder. A broken sound left his throat. Then he tilted his hips that last fraction and the head slipped between his lips.

Leilani moaned out loud. “Yes. Fuck. Suck it. Suck your own cock for me.”

He did. Awkward at first, the angle strange, jaw stretched around his own thickness. He bobbed in small careful motions, cheeks hollowing, tongue swirling the sensitive ridge the way he liked when she did it. His hand stayed wrapped around the base, stroking what he couldn’t reach. Precum leaked steadily onto his tongue and he swallowed around it, eyes fluttering. The embarrassment was still there—she could see it in the tight line of his brow—but it was drowning under the filthy pleasure of it. He took a little more. His lips slid down another inch. A wet, sucking sound filled the room.

“That’s it,” she whispered, fucking herself harder. Her thumb mashed her clit. “God, you look so good with your mouth full of your own dick. Deeper. I know you can. I want to see you choke on it a little. I want you drooling.”

He pushed. His cock curved perfectly into his mouth at this angle, thick and hot against his tongue. He gagged once, softly, eyes watering, and didn’t pull off. Saliva slicked his shaft and ran down over his fist. He found a rhythm—suck, stroke, swallow—and his hips began to rock, feeding himself his own cock in short greedy thrusts. The head bumped the back of his throat. He moaned around it, the vibration traveling straight through his shaft, and the sound made Leilani’s cunt clench hard around her fingers.

“You’re going to come like that,” she said. Her voice shook. “You’re going to flood your own mouth and swallow it while I watch. Don’t you dare pull off. I want every drop on your tongue. I want to see it spill if there’s too much and then I want you to lick it back up. Fuck, Gideon, I’m so close just from this. From watching you eat your own cock.”

He sucked harder. His free hand gripped his thigh, holding the fold. Sweat shone on his stomach. His balls had drawn up tight. She could see the tension coiling through him, the way his abs jumped, the desperate little noises he made every time the head pressed into his throat. He was past hesitation now. He wanted it. He was chasing it, mouth working, hand flying, feeding himself deeper with each bob.

“Come,” she begged. “Come in your mouth. Come for me. Swallow it. Please—please—”

He broke. A raw, muffled groan vibrated around his cock as the first thick spurt hit his tongue. His eyes rolled. He kept his lips sealed and sucked through it, stroking himself through the pulses, and rope after rope of hot cum flooded his mouth. It was a lot—more than she had imagined, heavy and bitter-salt she could almost taste from the way his throat worked. He swallowed once, convulsively, and more surged out, spilling from the corner of his mouth in a white trickle that ran toward his cheek. He didn’t stop sucking. He milked himself dry, tongue lapping, throat bobbing, taking every drop he could and licking after the rest.

Leilani came so hard her vision whited out. She cried out, loud and broken, cunt spasming around her fingers, slick gushing over her hand and onto the sheet. She kept her eyes open through it. She watched him swallow the last weak pulses, watched his tongue swipe the mess from his lips, watched him shudder and gently ease his softening cock from his mouth with a wet pop. Cum glistened on his chin. His chest heaved.

She was still trembling when he lowered his legs, slow and careful, muscles shaking. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and then, looking straight at her, licked the smear from his skin. The sight punched another aftershock through her.

“Come here,” he said, voice wrecked.

She went. He pulled her down against his chest and kissed her, deep and open, and she tasted him—salt, bitter, unmistakably his cum—thick on his tongue. She moaned into it and licked into his mouth, chasing the flavor, and he let her, holding her hips while she ground against his thigh, oversensitive and still greedy. When they finally broke for air she stayed close, foreheads touching, both of them breathing hard in the lamplight.

“Thank you,” she whispered. Her fingers traced the wet shine still clinging to his lower lip. “You made it real. You were perfect. I came so hard I couldn’t see.”

He smiled, dazed and a little proud, a little shy again now that it was over. His hand stroked her back. “I didn’t think I could do it. Didn’t think I’d want to swallow. But with you watching… I wanted all of it. I still taste myself.”

She kissed the corner of his mouth, soft. They lay tangled, skin cooling, the room smelling of sex and sweat and the faint clean scent of his soap. Her heart was finally slowing. She felt wrung out and incandescent, the fantasy no longer something she had to hide in the dark with her hand between her legs.

Gideon turned his head so his lips brushed her ear. His voice was low, already roughening again at the edges, curious and filthy and entirely hers.

“Next time,” he said, “will you sit on my face while I do it, so I can taste you and myself at the same time?”