Pussy Worship

 

The other night my husband revealed to me that he fantasized about letting another man fuck me, and that he was kinda serious about wanting that to happen. It left me with more questions than answers. I’m open to the idea, and also not sure if I’m actually down for it. We talked about it for a long time and my understanding of my husband’s needs deepened by leaps and bounds.

Our conversation revealed some other details about his specific turn-ons that I hadn’t realized. He explained that his love of going down is rooted in a near worship of pussy. That his favorite thing is when I smother him with my pussy and buttocks while sucking his cock in sixty-nine. I’m always resistant to smother him, although he periodically begs for it. It just doesn’t seem very polite to smother him with my cunt, but I must admit that it turns me on a lot when I do.

During our marathon sex session last night he begged me to smother him, pulling my hips down on him, smashing my pussy over his mouth, his nose — scratchy beard and all. He couldn’t breathe, he had to part my ass-cheeks to get air, yet he kept pulling me down and finally I gave in. I had his cock in my mouth and I could simply tell how much he loved me smothering him. His cock seemed harder, more urgent, and juicier. (I don’t know if that’s a thing, there are lots of juices involved in a blowjob, but he seemed juicier to me). I knew he wanted to cum, just like that, right into my mouth, but this is something that I don’t allow for reasons that I perhaps will share someday. In any case, it was super clear how urgently my husband just wanted to have his face buried under my sloppy cunt, and I don’t usually do it but I did this time, and it was super hot for both of us. He had my clit and folds in his mouth, sucking gently but not really doing much to me. Not using his tongue much, just gentle suction. But that was enough to make me orgasm — it was such a fucking turn-on to grind my cunt on his face and hear him gasping for breath and moaning and getting so hard in my mouth. Even though I felt guilty for doing it to him the whole time.

Now his desire to be smothered makes more sense in the light of his fantasies about pussy worship. I’m not involved in any subcultures but I know that this is a kink and has its own rituals and observances. Now that I understand better, I can use this in our lovelife. I’ll happily smother him in the future. Hell, it’s a guilty pleasure of mine, too. It just seems so impolite of me to insist that my cunt deprive my loving husband of air that he needs to live.

I’m usually the more submissive partner. I like nice, loving sex and also being pinned down and fucked hard. I’m not usually the one to do the pinning. I almost never ride my husband, he’s always on top or behind. He seems to like being more dominant, too, but maybe that pendulum swings both ways for him. 

I’ve been thinking about this a lot. I’m kinda into the idea of having my husband worship my pussy. So I did some research because I’m relatively ignorant of this stuff. I found a kind of hippy/orgy pussy worship and a sort of femdom-pussy worship. Based on that fact that he loves to be smothered, I think my hubby is into the femdommy kind. Despite my natural inclination toward being more submissive in bed, I think I can get into this.

When the kiddo was playing outside, I asked him about his pussy kink. Kind of an awkward convo. How does one lead into that? I just dove right in while we were drying lunch dishes.

“So this whole sit-on-your-face smothering thing,” I said.

“Yeah,” he said.

“I’m cool with it,” I said. “I can totally be down with it now that I understand what you want a little better.”

“Awesome,” he said. He smiled. He glowed. I could tell he’d been stressing out over this, wanting me to accept him.

“But I want to sort of make sure I’m doing it right.”

“I doubt you could fuck that up,” he said.

I laughed. “I’m sure that I could.”

“Just press your pussy on my face,” he said. “I like it when I have to fight to breathe. Like you’re drowning me in your pussy.”

I blushed. “Well, I think I can manage that part. But is there more? I mean, do you want me to be bossy?”

“Sometimes I do,” he said.

“Like telling you what to do?”

“Sometimes. And sometimes I like telling you what to do.”

“I’m okay with that, you know,” I said, just making sure that he knew. I could be okay with being kinda submissive some days.

“How okay?” he said.

“I mean, pretty okay,” I said.

“So if I told you right now to take your shorts off, would you?”

“Right now?” I said.

“Yeah,” he said.

“The kiddo’s right outside,” I said, hesitating. “But after he’s asleep… You can boss away.”

“Take your shorts off,” he said, his eyes daring me to do it. And because I wanted to show him that I was okay with it, and because it turned me on a little, I unbuttoned and slipped out of my shorts. Right in the kitchen, in front of the window. I folded them and put them on the counter. I could see the glint in his eyes.

“Touch your pussy and let me suck that finger,” he said.

“Oh, god,” I moaned. But I did it. And he sucked that finger clean.

I felt like a magnificent game was about to start. “So…” I started, gathering my wits. I glanced out the front to make sure we could steal a couple of minutes. “Go upstairs,” I commanded.

In our bedroom, I pushed him back on the bed. “Close your eyes,” I said.

I shut and locked the door.

“Two minutes,” I said. I pulled off my panties. Now I was naked from the waist down. I straddled his face, took a deep breath, and just settled my pussy onto his face. His tongue snaked hungrily into my hole.

“No,” I said, even though it felt great. “No tongue.”

I gazed down at him. The top of his head peeked out beneath my coppery curls. I just rubbed my cunt all over him, scolding him if he tried to lick or kiss me. I rocked my hips, gasping. It would be easy for me to get enough friction this way. I felt like I was using his face. I liked that feeling. And I was sopping wet, dripping all over him I’m sure. But I didn’t want to come. I mean, I did but I was more interested in making him crazy than in coming. I was trying to be the bossy, face-sitting wife that he wanted. I made sure to cover his mouth and nose nice and good with my flesh, so he had to gasp for air when I rocked my hips. When I let him breathe.

And I gotta admit, damn it was hot. I felt such a rush smothering him. I controlled him with my cunt. It was the ultimate rush of girl power. I honestly think I could have had an orgasm just by thinking about it as I ground down on my husband’s face.

I noticed I had a fair amount of aggression bottled up toward him. It felt good to be on top, in control of his airflow. I grabbed his hair and bore down, watching his eyes widen with lust and oxygen deprivation. I let him gasp for air when I rocked my hips.

Two minutes were up. I didn’t want to stop. I could see from his eyes that he didn’t want me to stop either. But I climbed to my feet, standing over him on the bed with legs spread and pink pussy-flesh proudly bared above him. I felt powerful. I felt like a fucking goddess.

“You liked that?” I said.

“Jesus yes.”

I had this heady feeling. I suddenly wanted to dominate him like crazy. I wanted to strap him down and grind my pussy on him for hours. I wanted to piss on him. None of these were typical sensations for me. A little taste of power had gone right to my head.

I’ve never really understood why men liked to cum on women, except that porn has taught them to be turned on by it. I don’t find it offensive, just haven’t understood the drive to do it. Why waste cum on her face when it goes so well in the pussy? But standing over my man on the bed today, I think I understood this desire for the first time. I totally wanted to cum on his face. I bit my lip. Honestly bit it, hard. I had this urge to spray my funk all over him, if I had funk. I’m not sure what lady-funk would be, which is why I mentioned pissing on him. Like if I could just take my pussy juices and somehow spill them out, waves of my most intimate syrup, sticky and sweet, covering his face. To possess and humiliate him, to soak him in my essence. I think he would love it if I could do that to him. Unfortunately, I don’t think my vagina works like that. 🙂

Desperate for some way to cum on him, I touched my pussy and bent down and wiped the juice on his face. He groaned and thrust his hips in the air. He licked my fingers. It wasn’t satisfying enough, but it was a start.

I jumped off the bed, slipped into my panties and fled back downstairs to recover my shorts. The rest of the afternoon, M looked at me longingly and did exactly what I wanted. While I don’t know about the whole cuckold fantasy, this pussy worship/femdom might be right up my alley. And by alley, I obviously mean my aching cunt. 😉