Help-Meet

My cock pulses in the dim light, bouncing to the rhythm of my heart, pointed heavenward.

I close my eyes.

My wife’s hand runs up my leg, brushing gently past knee and thigh. I spread my legs for her. She takes my tight scrotum in hand and purrs.

“Oh, baby! You’re so swollen,” she says, massaging gently. “Do you want release?”

“Yes,” I whisper, hoarse with desire.

I wait.

She waits.

She teases me. It’s her favorite thing to do.

I keep my eyes closed, breathing heavy with anticipation.

“Show me,” she says.

I reach up and forward, taking the shaft of my cock in hand and begin to pump.

Her response is instant – I feel her hand on the tip, pressing and rubbing at my most sensitive spot, the orifice, the pee hole.

In seconds, all of my precum is gone and her thumb rubs rough over the soft skin.

It is the sweetest agony.

So intense, the line between pleasure and pain. She knows just how hard to press, how fast to rub, how far to stretch.

My back arches and twists, my cock both seeking more and trying to escape. I can’t breathe, my lungs caught between sharp inhale and explosive exhale. My legs tense, trying to draw up and protect me from the sharp, exquisite jabs of delight.

I stroke faster, pumping in time with the pressure on my tip. She massages my balls, matching my rhythm.

The intensity draws out the moment into an eternity.

The pressure on the tip of my cock releases. I breathe out, stretching up as the fire fades.

I feel her hair cascade down onto my naked chest, tickling me. A puff of cool air from between her lips stiffens my nipple. Then I shudder at the warm-wet of her mouth as she starts to suck. She flicks her tongue against its hardness, takes it between her teeth, and nips it.

I cry out.

She pauses, then nips again. And again.

I start to quiver, my senses overwhelmed.

“What is it, baby?”

Her words hum around my nipple, making me quake more.

I can’t answer; can’t speak; can’t even think to form words.

“Do you like this, sweetie? Do you like me helping you?”

“Uh huh,” I grunt.

It’s all I can manage.

Her lips slide up my chest to the base of my neck, leaving a trail of kisses. My free hand comes up to embrace her, but she slaps it away.

“No touching.”

On my other arm, I can feel her breasts swaying and bumping me as I stroke. She nuzzles into my neck again, kissing tenderly, punctuating each kiss with a gentle squeeze to my balls.

My stroking speeds up. Urgency starts to fill me.

I hear her take a shallow breath. She clamps down, sucking hard, bruising my skin, marking me. I can feel her tongue licking and stroking as she sucks, raising a hickie on my neck.

My loins begin to rise. She must feel it in her hand as my balls draw up, my sack tightening in her grasp.

She pulls away from me and I open my eyelids to sneak a quick glance at her beauty. Her piercing blue eyes are looking right into mine.

“Cheater,” she says, the delight of desire lighting her impish smile. “Now, show me.”

Her hand rests on my chest as I tighten my legs, pushing myself towards climax. Her fingers move lower on my sack, stroking the skin between my balls and ass. She rolls my testicles from side to side with her palm. Each stroke carries me closer.

She slips her hand down over my chest, catching my nipple with the edge of her wedding ring band. The metal bites and holds before popping free. Twice. Thrice.

“Ahhhhhh Stacey – I’M CUMMING!”

I feel the surge begin. I clamp down inside, holding back the tide, building the pressure. My eyes go wide as I stroke.

“Go, baby. Go!”

I point my shaft at her.

The dam bursts and I feel my cock spasm in my hand.

The first jet of cum spurts hard, catching her on the chin and neck. The second lands on her belly. The rest of my flow dribbles out onto my hand. I keep stroking, milking every drop. The excess drips down my hand and onto hers, coating us both in my white, hot seed.

For a brief moment, I can’t see straight. The whole rooms rocks. Sound is muted until the last of the climax fades away.

She laughs, reaching up with her clean hand to wipe my jism from her face. The other hand she pulls away from my organ. It hovers over my stomach, cum dropping from it in air-cooled glops onto my skin.

“There,” she says in satisfaction. “Now, hurry up – get cleaned and dressed before your parents arrive.”

She climbs off the bed, already fully-dressed.

I know she’ll leave the cum that landed on her shirt; the wet spot will be her naughty reminder to seek a return favor from me later that night.

“Stacey,” I say, still breathless, “thank you.”

She smiles at me, somehow mixing purity and sexpot in a single glance.

“That’s what help-meets are for.”