It's still a subject which tortures me, which she kind of makes fun of. I can't promise the words are verbatim, but pretty close. The events are engrained in my mind.
Although sometimes my wife has sucked my cock, she categorically won't "finish the job". Specifically, with her mouth, in her mouth, so not as she prefers, me, with my hand, later. We discussed it only a few times (because the topic upsets her) She says she doesn't want to.
She knows I get off on watching porn where women do "finish the job", and says I'm a pervert, but watches with me. She knows I've experienced it a few times, with an ex. It's a double taboo.
However, on the last occasion the subject came up, watching a movie together, I asked why it's such a taboo, and why she won't try it even once. She had her period so I really felt frustrated.
She said "I didn't say I'd never tried it, I said I don't want to do it." So she meant "do it again"! My heart missed a few beats I think. I asked her with whom, and she immediately told me, her first boyfriend. (Ah, that lucky one.) My erection was bigger than ever. She seemed to withdraw, emotionally. I knew the pattern.
I said I thought one bad experience wasn't a reason to never try it again, and I wasn't like him. She said it wasn't a bad experience, but it was every time, and he was just like me, always asking. This took me a while to process, and I felt shaken-up until the end of the film; my erection gone.
As she got out of bed to go to the bathroom, and turn off the TV, I plucked up courage to ask. "How many times did you do that?"
"Do what?"
I replied "You know, Finish him off." or some such. I didn't want to spell it out, but I had to. My wife let out a loud and frustrated sigh. "Oh God. This again.". She stared at me, angrily.
Now or never I thought, but my heart was racing. She'd never told me this before, ever. "How many times did you do it? It's weird. It turns me on."
My erection had returned, at the thought of her and him. I threw back the covers to show her.
There was a long pause, and another sigh. "If I tell you, will you shut up about it?" I nodded, as I recall, but I can't remember. My heart was beating through my chest.
"It wasn't every time, and remember we couldn't have sex, so he used to get blue balls." She rolled her eyes. I realised I had my (once again) erect cock in my hand. I remember that well. The poor guy, I thought. Blue balls. If he's married now, I hope he knows what it is to suffer too.
"It was only if he couldn't cum on my boobs, or in his bedroom, because his parents were strict. It was just less messy and felt taboo, especially when his parents were downstairs, making food." Without thinking, something subconscious, an old memory, she licked round her lips and gulped.
I've imagined him cumming on my wife's boobs back then, but I never imagined she swallowed. Less messy, Of course. I should understand, not be jealous.
She stepped close to me. and took my balls in her right hand, as I jerked off. She was horny too! I could hardly talk, but managed "So how many times?"
A sigh. "Once or twice a week, maybe 3, and he pestered me to do it for weeks. You can work it out."
I imagined her on her knees. A million imagined images of her flashed through my mind. I wanted the details. Where outside his bedroom? Who else knew? Did she like the taste? The 5 Ws!
She squeezed my balls, and said "It used to upset my tummy sometimes, so that's another reason, but I just hated that he wanted that more than he wanted to wait to have sex. You'd be the same." I grabbed her bum, and moaned. I imagined my beloved wife showing me his cum in her mouth.
I couldn't hold on any longer, and my cock throbbed as my balls emptied over her wrist and panties." "You're such a pervert" she said. "Get a tissue and clean up. I'm going for a shower. I need one now!"
Stupidly I blurted out "You know, I'd love to watch you finish the job for him again, if you wanted." She stopped dead, and turned and stared at me, a rabbit in her headlights. I remember time froze. Eventually, she spoke. "That will never happen, but if I finish such a job for anybody, you can watch. You should find me a couple of men. Strangers, but clean, safe. Bigger. You might get your wish."
While she had her shower, I imagined somebody with her, and my erection returned, once again.
She once said they dated for about a year and a half. Believe me, I've done all sorts of maths, since.
Years later, here we are, and I still didn't get my wish, but my memories and imagination thrive.
