Wifes Wet Orgasm Different View

What do you think this as close to opposite view of my first story "Wife's Wet Orgasm" with an alternate ending. My wife helped write it. Leave some comments she loves reading them. Thanks!

I lay on the bed wearing nothing but a blindfold, the smooth sheets slippery under my feet. My legs twitched restlessly. My fingers playing with the sheets in anticipation. I did not know what to expect, or when to expect it. He had asked me to wear headphones, and all I could hear was a playlist he had curated specifically for this encounter. The slow music helped me to relax but as a new song with a faster beat came on I smiled in anticipation.

Deprived of sight and sound, I jumped slightly when I first felt his lips against the pad of my foot, moving up my calf to my sensitive inner thigh. He lingered there a moment before continuing across my stomach and then to my breasts. He took one nipple in his mouth and tugged gently before circling his tongue around it and sucking. My nipples swelling as his mouth danced back and forth between the two. He found my mouth and kissed me slowly, his tongue massaging mine before withdrawing and finding my other nipple. Running a warm hand down my ribcage and across my stomach I felt a wave of heat where he touched me. I also felt myself getting wetter and wetter.

I felt him pull away from me and was suddenly cold. I felt his cheek against my inner thigh. He spread me open and I felt his tongue moving in long lazy circles, sucking at my wetness. He was relentless. His tongue probing each side of my pussy, licking every inch of my bush. Every time I neared the edge he slowed down and drew back only to build me up again. It was only when he put a finger inside me, massaging as he sucked, that I started to lose control. He put a restraining hand on my hip but I couldn't keep from arching my back and lifting my hips to get as close to him as possible. Trying to fuck his mouth so gently with my clit.

I startled when I realized he had shifted position, he was hovering over me, his hardness nudged my cheek. I knew what he wanted, and I took him into my mouth. I mimicked the long lazy strokes of his tongue, taking him deep into my mouth. I ran my tongue down his length as I sucked. I could feel him hardening even more and stopped when I could tell he was almost at his breaking point. The sweet salty taste of precum on my tongue.

I tugged his shoulders so he would know where I wanted him to go. I pulled him down to me and kissed him, tasting just a hint of my own wetness. Smelling the scent of my own arousal on his face. Feeling his weight above me, pinning me between his strong arms I moved closer. I could feel him hard against my thigh and I shifted my hips to give him access. I could feel my wetness sliding along his length and I parted my thighs in anticipation. He was inside of me with one hard, deep thrust. He stopped to collect himself, settling deeper inside of me, but then began to move. Slowly, rotating his hips, moving with me, he angled our bodies so that he was in control of the movement. He pulled out slightly and thrust back in hard and deep. Repeating rhythmically. I began to lose control again as he moved, and again he could tell when I was nearing the edge and slowed to bring me back down. Each time he did this, the feeling intensified. I wrapped my legs around his hips trying to bring him deeper, feeling his hard cock stroking my core. I tightened around him and felt him start to move more intently, focused now. I waited for him, wanting him, urging him to fuck me harder and deeper, not to be gentle. Wanting him to fuck me. He started to lose control and pounded himself into me. I came, and it seemed to last forever, with each pulse I felt him slamming into me, intensifying the feeling. I was still climaxing when I felt him harden and reach his own end. He slammed into me again and again, finding his release. I felt him explode inside me, almost making me come again. The hot warmth inside of me. Everywhere.

I held him there for a few moments, enjoying his weight and his warmth and the small aftershocks of him still inside me. His swollen cock slowly deflating inside of me. Our heavy breathing becoming normal again. When he withdrew, I felt him pouring out of me, drenching the sheets. I knew we would need to do the laundry after this. He kissed me on the shoulder and left the room. As I walked to the shower, he dripped down my legs.