As she pushed me back onto the bed, Debbie sank to her knees between my legs. I felt her hands undoing my belt and tugging my pants down. I cooperated as best I knew how, hoping that the look of sexual hunger I had just seen in her eyes was leading where I thought it was.
In our entire married life, I think Debbie had given me six or seven full-fledged blowjobs. It wasn't that she hated sucking my cock. She just didn't seem all that enthusiastic about it, except when she was really aroused. When I somehow managed to get her really hot, I could count on a deep throating second to none. Even then, however, she had only let me cum in her mouth twice β and once was by accident.
As she pulled my khakis off, my erection was obvious. My cock was straining at the fabric of my boxer briefs, and there was a large, dark precum stain where the tip of my dick was oozing already. "Mmmmmmmmm," she moaned quietly. "I was hoping I might find something to eat."
I groaned unintelligibly, almost totally overwhelmed with the prospect of having my throbbing cock sucked by this incredibly sexy woman. Debbie ran both her hands gently up the inside of my thighs, giving me the shivers. Then one hand gave my cock a long, slow squeeze. I moaned again as she grasped my aching tool. "That feels sooooooo good," I managed to whisper.
Debbie used both hands, gently pulling the fly open and reaching in with her fingers to extract my cock from my underwear. When she had the entire length of my shaft exposed, her right hand closed around it and slowly pumped up and down. "What am I doing?" she whispered softly. "Talk dirty to me."
I winced, just a little uncomfortable at the idea of talking nasty to Debbie. That was a new request. Oh, I knew just what to say, but I was worried that I might come on too strong for her and ruin the moment. I gulped and thought, nothing ventured, nothing gained. "You're stroking my cock," I said quietly, awaiting her reaction.
Silence. But she continued her excruciatingly slow movements, working her fist up the shaft, letting her fingers dance around the crown, then re-gripping and slowly working her way down to the base. I could hear her breathing now, and I almost believed I could feel my own pulse in her grip as the blood engorged my cock, making it throb more than I even thought possible.
Finally, she broke the stillness. "Tell me what you want," she said, as she continued to work my meat in her delicate hand. I looked down at her. Debbie's sparkling eyes were staring at my cock. She watched intently as she moved her hand up and down, over and over. It was as if she were in a trance. I figured now was my chance.
"I want you to use your mouth," I said. Suddenly her hand stopped. "No, talk dirty to me," she said quietly. "Tell me what you want, but be nasssssssty about it." It was as if she was reading my mind.