Barely Breathing — Part 1: That Sensitive Spot

I’m not even sure how I ended up here. My chest feels like it’s about to explode. My cock, still hard, throbbing, it feels heavy as it leans to the left a little trying to relax itself. My arms are sprawled out to the side as I try not to move. I can feel it all, it’s warm, gooey, and some of it is sliding down my ribs. My orgasm was so intense that the first shot went all the way up and twisted itself in my armpit hair and rested on my shoulder. The second half of it splashed all over my chest, and the last little bit rested in her hands and on my pelvis bone. I was covered in my cum, and I didn’t have a problem with that at all.

In the dark, I watched her move to the side and grab the diaper wipes we always keep by the bed so we can clean up afterward. She knows I like it when she cleans me up, and, while she still put a wipe in my hand, she grabbed one herself to clean up my dick. Her hands are gentle and soft, and yet they just drained all the cum out of my balls. She took her time dragging the wipe up my shaft before reaching the tip. As she rubbed the tip, I felt it again. That major jolt of electricity that starts from the tip and shoots through the rest of my body. My toes curled, and another loud moan escaped my lips.

I was all cleaned up, but all that wasn’t enough for her. She leaned over and sucked my cock once again. Just one stroke with that beautiful soft mouth of hers before stopping at the tip, that sensitive spot and just flicking it rapidly with her tongue. I lose myself again to her will and my groan bounces off the wall. With a loud pop, she came off my dick and lay down next to me.

I didn’t think I’d be here. I didn’t believe that we would be here after such a long weekend. I honestly was just happy to have her home, and I was not expecting us to do anything anytime soon. But the moment we were in bed she grabbed me and just started to stroke…

But I’m getting ahead of myself.

If I don’t tell you what happened over the weekend, you won’t understand why this blowjob (mainly hand job) is being cataloged right at the top of the best of all time.

Why is it so special you ask? My wife had just gotten out of the hospital. She almost died this weekend, and it’s still a long road to recovery for her. A year in fact.

On Wednesday, she was having chest pains, barely able to breath. The weekend before we had all been sick, even our baby boy, with a cold my daughter had brought home. She was the only one that hadn’t gotten over it just yet. I wasn’t saying anything because she’s super stubborn when it comes to her health and I’ve learned that when she is ready she’ll tell me when it’s time to go to the emergency room or see a doctor.

After Wednesday Bible study, I finally heard the words I had been waiting to hear all day, “We need to go to the emergency room.” I’m not saying I like going to the ER, but I knew that we probably needed to, and I was just waiting for her to tell me.

We got there, and it was busy as all get out. I thought great, how long are we going to be here? But the moment she told them that she was having chest pains, they tested her heart rate—it was at 153 beats per minute, so they admitted her right away. Hours went by, and they were running all kinds of tests, but nothing stood out except the fact that they kept asking her if she was on birth control. The Spirit, as I sat there praying that everything would be okay, told me that her birth control was a contributor. She had her alarm set to go off at 9 pm every night to take it, and when it went off that night I realized she didn’t have it on her; but I felt like the Spirit was saying, “That’s a good thing.”

At two in the morning, they told her she was going to be admitted to the ICU, and they had her on oxygen. I finally decided to go home. I had to be up early enough to grab the kids from my parents house so that they could go to work. I always hate having to sleep alone. My imagination runs wild, and my dreams can take a turn for the worse, so when she’s not there, I sleep with the light on. I tossed and turned all night, and I finally got up when my alarm went off.

No text message from her yet. I went to my parents, and they were asking me all kind of questions I did not have the answers to. I grabbed the babies and headed home. Little man was still knocked out, but my little girl was wide awake; so we watched some Disney Jr. on Disney Channel to start our day. That was when I finally got an update.

She had two large blood clots in her lungs thanks to her birth control. She would be in the hospital for several days, and she would be taking blood thinners for the next year.

Thursday came and went, and my mom came and watched the kids for a bit so I could go see her for a few minutes, but that was about it. As I arrived home, I got another text—the doctors were wrong. The echogram came back; she had several large blood clots in her lungs, and one large blood clot in her heart…

Friday night before I went to bed, I fell to my knees. I prayed, nothing extravagant, nothing long, but I prayed for my wife that she would come home and that God would heal her.

The next day, I got a text. Her doctor said her breathing was getting better, she could probably go home on Sunday, but he would most likely keep her until Monday just to make sure.

On Sunday at church, the Spirit was moving. The choir was on point and when it came to the altar call my Pastor had me do it as usual. But I got down off the pulpit and stood among the rest of the congregation, and I prayed harder than I ever had before. Being surrounded by my church family was such a blessing, and I continued to give God the glory for what he was doing in my life.

The sigh of relief didn’t come until Monday afternoon when her doctor asked her if she was ready to go home. After all of that, I was not expecting that night. The whole time she was in the hospital we kept texting each other back and forth. Sometimes the messages were steamy, what I wanted to do to her, and what she wanted to do to me. We joke that she often ends up sick when I just get that twitching feeling, but I was trying to remind her that she had something to fight for. I was attempting to keep her mind focused on coming home to her family and not being away from her family. I would often joke that we should probably stop since she couldn’t breathe as it was already, and I knew I was raising her heart rate with each word I typed.

When we got home, sex was the furthest thing from my mind. Even though, as the babies watched TV with us, we kept sending steamy texts back and forth. Hours passed, the babies went to bed, and I eventually had my wife all to myself. We talked and talked about the past week. I told her I was praying for her every day. I’m not even sure when we went to bed but when we did her hands started to move down my chest as her head rested on my shoulder. In the dark, I could only feel her soft hands moving down closer and closer to my waistband and I thought to myself she can’t be serious?

I was so focused on where her hand was that when she attacked my nipple I almost jumped from the jolt of sexual electricity that coursed through my veins. Her tonged flicked right on the tip as it immediately got hard. I moaned, loudly, surprising myself and realizing for the first time just how horny I actually was. Her tongue swirled around my aureola, her saliva felt great and as our fan blew across us it chilled me down.

She kept working on my nipple as she pulled me out of my boxers. I was hard, and I mean really hard. The tip of my head ached because I could feel the blood she had pumping through me. She left my nipple and started kissing down my body. With each kiss my heart raced, my chest heaved and my legs shivered. When she got to my waist she took an extra moment to pause and kiss me along my appendectomy scar and then went back towards my awaiting cock. She grabbed him in her hand for the first time in week and I gasped. From the base she kept her kissing trail going and stopped at the tip giving it a nice kiss.

Her tongue came out and began licking around the head. I breathed hard and moaned because I knew she was going for it. I had recently told her the most sensitive part on my body was my own little slit and since then she enjoyed teasing the hell out of it and now she was just buying time until she did it. I was already on edge with every nerve in my body and I was super excited to find out how it would feel.

She pulled away for a moment, her own moan escaping her mouth as she left my head. She started stroking me and another loud moan escaped my mouth. She used her thumb to slide up my shaft on her saliva before attacking my slit. I almost screamed in ecstasy, I was so sensitive. The pre-cum she had already dragged out and the week of pre-cum leaking out while we texted had set me into over drive. I heard a small giggle escape her as I settled back down when she left my slit.

“You’re really hard, Daddy,” she cooed as she stroked me. The moment ‘Daddy’ reached my ears another jolt was sent to my tightly gripped cock and I involuntarily flexed.

“Oh yeah?” she giggled. Ever since we started getting more into our D/S role, whenever she called me Daddy it sent a jolt. Even when she said it in a non sexual way like, “Daddy, can you grab me a diaper for your son?” would still get the juices pumping.

“Y-you may not want to deep throat me tonight,” I said in whispers. “Since you can’t really breathe.” Even in the throws of passion, I was still worried about my Princess.

“I know,” she said sad about it.

“It’s okay, Princess, you’ll get there again eventually. Just give it time.”

She didn’t answer but I could tell she was smirking at me. She laid back down halfway draped across my lap and kept stroking me. She didn’t waste any time, she was hungry for me. I was back in her mouth in an instant and another moan escaped my mouth as I reached out for her. She wasn’t playing any games with me that night as she grabbed my hand and pushed it away pinning it to the bed when I tried to reach for her again. Her head bobbed slow but with purpose. Her soft fingers followed her mouth with one hand—she knows how much I like that, and then her other hand played with my balls. She gently rolled them in her hands and pulled just a little. She had lubed me up nicely and I just slid in and out of those tight lips I had missed all week.

She eventually came back up for air but did it in style with a pop off my head and then a quick but long lick up my shaft. She moaned as she kissed through her saliva and put one of my testicles in her mouth. I was so sensitive there too having shaved only the day before. I felt it slide back and forth in her mouth before she plopped it back out. She licked my balls in a eight pattern pulling back just a little to flick both sides every once in a while.

At this point I started to think about grabbing my pillow. She held me in her hand and she continued to happily play with my balls and I was now loud. Our apartment is older and we don’t have a lock on our door. Our daughter has already walked in on us once because she heard mommy screaming and thought I was hurting her, didn’t want that happening again with me. But Princess didn’t say anything and just like I tell her she would tell me. I honestly couldn’t believe I was this loud, I normally am not but she was just…just sooooo good and it had been so long. I knew I needed something but I didn’t know I needed it this badly and I most certainly wasn’t expecting it so soon.

My favorite thing when she’s on my balls is when she fits both of them in her mouth. For such a tiny mouth she sure can put a lot of me in it. She put all of me into her mouth and started stroking me. I slid one of my legs out trying to find some sort of movement but she just pulled me back. She was in control tonight and after sitting in a hospital bed all week and reading all the dirty teases from me, I couldn’t blame her for wanting me right where she could have me. No games, just her pleasing me after a very long stressful week. Before I knew it she was working her tongue around my balls even with both of them in her mouth. I couldn’t even describe what I was feeling. All I know is I was wet from her saliva, I was warm from being stuffed in her mouth, I had pre-cum oozing down my shaft and her hand took it and used it to continue to easily slide up and down my pulsing cock, and every single nerve on my ball sack was screaming in ecstasy.

I reached up and gripped the pillow above my head and a part of me seriously thought about placing it over my face but a part of me knew that Princess would just rip it off my face. I’m not even sure how long she stayed down there but she loves to torture me. I got close to cumming when she stopped stroking and came back up for air.

I was breathing hard. My legs were shaking and every part of me was on edge. She brought her hand up and I was about to tell her I was going to cum when she started to just use her thumb on the tip of my head. It was like fire was coursing in my veins because I almost yelled. More pre-cum oozed out onto her thumb and she spread it around every part of my head and then fan quickly dried it sending the nerves to places I lost track of. She took her finger and flicked back and forth between the slit, her nail gently grazing it each time she swiped by and it felt fantastic.

I was back in her mouth not too long after. My head lit up the moment she had herself wrapped around me. She slid up and down taking every inch she could of me. Licked up and down my shaft but paying good attention to my head, my slit, and my balls. I continued to lay there and squirm underneath her always getting close but she would stop just in time.

Eventually she couldn’t really breath and gave me a few more sloppy sucks before using only her hand to slide up and down. Every time I got dry she would squeeze up and let the pre-cum slide around my head before using it to keep her hand going. I was trembling hard and she was enjoying the fact she was pleasing her husband.

“Are you going to cum for me, Daddy?” she said in that sultry voice of hers.

“Oh yes, Princess. Don’t stop, I’m almost t-there!” I whispered back to her as she set more kindling on the fire as she continued to mess with my head. Stroke after stroke she went faster and gripped me just a little harder before she used her other hand to fondle my balls. I was almost there, I could feel the pressure building up again. I knew she knew because for good measure she stopped only stroking to briefly to play with the tip to make it as powerful as possible.

“Baby…baby, I’m going cum!” I practically shouted.

“I know, Daddy! Go ahead and cum for me!” she whispered stroking hard.

“Ah, GAAAH!” I cried as it all burst out of me. The first shot was strong, jumping from the tip of my cock all the way up as it splashed across my shoulder and my armpit. I was amazed at how even though it was warm it cooled me the moment it splashed. And I never thought I would think this, but man it felt good to feel my own cum splash on me. A couple more strokes from my beautiful Princess and it got on my chest and my stomach. The rest started to glide into her hands and all over my now spent cock.

I was breathing hard. My toes were unfurling, and my heart was racing a million miles an hour and I honestly sat there in disbelief. My wife had just been at death’s door and her first night home she takes care of me. Doesn’t ask to be taken care of, doesn’t take care of both of us, she takes care of me when she can hardly breathe on top of it. I’m truly blessed and I was utterly satisfied after stressing and praying during a very long week.

After she was done cleaning me up and giving me a few more sucks we lay down and I hold her. My cock is still pulsing and the second it’s against her back her legs start shaking and they start shaking hard.

“My, I’m horny,” she whispered.

“Then why didn’t you let me take care of you,” I asked reaching around and cupping one of her breast. I flicked the nipple and she gasped.

“Because I wanted to take care of you, Daddy,” she moaned as she leaned her head back, her long blonde hair smelled so good and was smooth against my chin.

“I promise,” I said as I kissed her shoulder, “I’m going to take care of you tomorrow, Princess.” Normally I would have taken care of her that night, but both of us were now exhausted, especially with it being after three in the morning. Our son would be waking up soon, and I was going to have to get him because she was sort-of on bed rest.

She didn’t say okay or anything to my promise. She just moaned in agreement as my hand went in between her legs and I got to feel what was mine for the first time in a week. She was soaking wet and I hated to let it go to waste but both of us fell asleep before we could do anything about it.

But take care of her the next day I would.