Cunnilingus. Now!

We were in bed the other, night, my husband and I. We had just finished watching the monologue on Dave Letterman and turning off the TV. david turned and gave me a nice little kiss on the cheek, as he often does. He went back to lie down on his side of the bed and turn out the light. Before he did, I reached over and gave his hair a little tussle as I looked him in the eye. As our eyes met, I decided I wanted something...

My tussle turned into a grab, and I started gently pulling him down. He smiled, turned out the light, and willingly went under the comforter and down between my legs. I guided him by his hair until his head was fully between my legs and his tongue had started working. I pulled him harder into me.

He lapped gently at my pussy. I put my hands around his head and pulled him into me harder. He increased his intensity. He took a finger and put it inside of me. I was so wet. The tip of his finger rubbed at my G-Spot as he licked my pussy lips, my slit, my clit. It was dark in the room and quiet. It felt like all my senses were concentrated on my one spot.

I turned over onto my side, into a fetal position, my back to him. He followed, turning his body around so that his feet were at the back of my head, reverse spooning so that his head was ideally placed to lick my pussy from behind. I put a pillow between my legs to keep them open for his duties. He put a pillow under his head to keep it elevated and at the right angle to continue his licking and fingering chores. He thoughtfully made made sure the covers were on me. His head was buried underneath. I am sure he was hot and suffocating. I didn't care.

His one hand wandered all over my breasts, tummy, and abdomen. His other hand all over the back of my head, my back, my ass, and my pussy. He played around at the opening. He put a finger in, then out again. He got my G-Spot good again, kept his finger pressing there, and licked and licked hard.

My husband is skilled at giving me oral sex. He knows exactly what I want and how I want it. I think this is an advantage of having a bedroom submissive: he is willing to be trained and he will do as he is told.

I felt the tell-tale heat in my mid-section. Hottter and hotter. I screamed loudly as I came. I rode the wave of a lovely orgasm, and then straightened out my legs pushing him away when I wanted no more of his tongue, and rode the last few juddering waves by myself.

He disentangled the pillows, restored the bed, and went back to his side of the bed as I lay there blissfully content on mine.

Sometimes that will be it. We will go to sleep, his wifely duties done.

Tonight I reached over to him. I felt him. His shaft was rigid as a steel rod. I like him like that.

Sometimes I leave him like that.

Once, when he was like that, I heard a noise, a faint rustling from his side of the bed, and felt some slight vibrations. He had licked his palm and was very quietly rubbing himself! I was annoyed. I wanted to sleep.

"Stop that!" I hissed at him. "I'm trying to sleep. You're getting a paddling tomorrow for that." Bad boy was hard to begin, and was now contemplating a paddling from me, the thought of which makes him harder still. But he didn't dare touch himself again that night. There are paddlings and then there are PADDLINGS!

And then there are STRAPPINGS too!

But we're not talking about those, and we're not talking about that day. He knows now better than to touch himself at bedtime without my permission.

I took his hand, and guided it to his own cock.

"May I?" he asked breathlessly.

"You may. But be quick." I did need to sleep.

He licked his palm and dove back down to rub himself. Staying to my side of the bed, I absentmindedly reached over and stroked his legs, side tummy, and every now and then his balls, and brushed his cock as his hand worked itself furiously up and down his naughty hard shaft.

I could feel and hear his fist pounding up and down and up and down his cock. Rythmically. Interrupted only briefly, then back at it. Hard. He was pounding his poor little penis. His wet palm squooshing up and down.

I reached over and grabbed his balls. I squeezed them. He moaned in pain but kept going.

I took my hand away and curled up on my side of the bed. "Hurry up and finish up now. If you're not done in 60 seconds you're not cumming at all tonight."

"Yes Ma'am!" he said as he re-doubled his efforts.

I thought I'd help him along with the kind of talk that excites him:

"And if you don't cum like a man tonight, I'll treat you like a woman tomorrow..."

"Oh... yes dear!... Ohhh"

"I'll make you wear your panties and bra, with your big boobs in. Maybe I'll invite Sue over to see you like that. Would you like that?"

"Noooo.... noooo please..."

"Oh yes. She can watch you bend over the couch while I strap you. I'll ask her to be the one to pull your panties down and stuff them in your mouth for your strapping."

"Ohhhhh! Ohhhh!"

"And then I'll really treat you like a woman. I'll put on my strap-on and you can get down on your knees and show Sue how good you suck cock..."

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

"Good Boy! That was quick!"

I gave him a couple of seconds.

"Are you cleaning yourself up?"

"yes ma'am..."

He knows to lick it all up into his mouth, and swallow it all down like the naughty little slut he is.

Household rule.

Night night!