The amount of cum I swallowed in those first few months with my husband…

Yeah fuck it, this story is about my husband.

I’m good at giving head. I know my strengths and, in the same way I know I’m good at chess, I KNOW I give great head. In a world with so many unknowns, this I am sure of.

Most men I’ve gone down on have said I’m the best they’ve had, and yes, they mean it.

Why am I good at giving head? Practice. I inexplicably thought oral didn’t count when I was younger so I sucked my first boyfriend off A LOT. After that, it just became my favorite thing to do in bed. It’s fun to do something you’re good at.

So when I met my husband he said this REALLY weird thing. When we were still in the heavy petting phase he said he didn’t like blowjobs. That’s cool, I get it. It’s not for everyone.

However, when I finally pushed him on it, he said it felt kind of degrading. I try to be a good person, but I laughed in his face.

“Dude, you don’t have to worry about that with me.”

“Why?” He asked, genuinely confused.

“First off, there is nothing degrading about giving head. Also, I LOVE being degraded.”

He laughed. “I kind of picked up on that when you asked me to call you a whore as you climaxed.”

“No like I REALLY love being degraded. It’s my thing. You’re welcome to get rough when we fuck.”

*Side note: we actually have great rough sex now about 20% of the times we fuck. It was not his natural state though. He fucked a lot before me, but very few people share my body count and love of experimentation. Someone once asked my husband if my sexual history bothers him and he burst out laughing and said, “Do you know how good Viola is at sex? Why would that bother me?”*

*He’s a secure man.*

Anyway, I sucked him off to completion that night and he was very, um, grateful. The moment my mouth was around his dick he groaned as he played with my hair and started shaking. He gasped above me when I went deep and basically lost his shit when I made eye contact. I built up slowly, methodically, and kept a steady rhythm as I carefully went harder and deeper. When he said he was close I told him to come in my mouth and watched his eyes light up. I gargled for a bit and smiled when I swallowed.

I’ve never seen anyone quite so happy to get head.

*Not to brag but I have a large sample size. I was HELLA slutty back in the day.*

The next time we were hooking up he went down on me. Fun fact about my husband is that he’s in the top 5 oral givers I’ve ever been with (*and I’m bisexual for Christ’s sake*). His tongue was made to swirl around my damn clit. I cried and orgasmed so hard I hit my headboard with my fist.

Damn it, he was good.

To show my gratitude, I returned the favor, but not before I looped my future husband’s belt around my neck and gave him the end to hold. I let him choke me slightly as I went down on him and watched his eyes light up again I pulled his boxers down with my teeth. I let him play with one of my breasts and groaned as I went deep.

“You seem like you like this,” he gasped.

I smiled and paused. “You have no idea what this is doing for me. I’m so wet right now. I want to touch myself.”

“Can you?”

I did. I got myself off with my fingers and deep throated him when I climaxed. I let him come in my mouth again and watched his face light up.

When we were lying in bed next to each other he played with my hair and smiled. “V, I don’t even know how to say this, but that’s the best pleasure I’ve ever felt in my life.”

What am I supposed to do with that? Am I supposed to NOT give him head at every opportunity? It was like watching someone win the lottery every time I pulled his pants down. As someone who gets pleasure from pleasuring others, we both got addicted.

I sucked this man off in any chance we got. I’d regularly wake him up with head and take showers often just so I had an excuse to let him come in my face. I couldn’t get enough.

I should note my husband is not the easiest person to suck off either. He has a large penis and lasts a long time, qualities you usually want in a sexual partner, but difficult in this specific scenario. I didn’t even care. I deep-throated TF out of that dick and went as long as he could take it. Once I sucked him off, kept going, and got him to come again.

Dear god, we got weird.

I let him face fuck me into oblivion. I incorporated whipped cream, peppermints (highly recommend the tingly feeling btw), and let him choke me quite often. I swallowed his cum, took it on my face, and would even lick it off of anywhere he came. If my jaw got too tired, I’d let him fuck my breasts, and then I’d take him in my mouth again.

We started getting kinky. That’s when I first let him handcuff me, spank me, and pull my hair as I went down. This sweet man who had been vanilla months before was suddenly bending me over counters and forcing me to my knees in the middle of dinner.

Dear god, we fucked a lot in those early days, but the amount of head I gave is a thing of legends.

One of our funniest fights was actually about sex. We were going on vacation and I told him I couldn’t want to fuck him during our romantic getaway. He got bummed and said he just wanted to spend time with me and he didn’t understand why I had to make everything sexual. I literally didn’t understand the concern.

At one point he yelled, “I need to know you like my mind as much as my dick!”

I replied, “Well I need to know you’re not just with me for my personality!”

We burst out laughing then and decided not to fuck that night. He laughed about it later and said, “If it’s not clear, I am very into your body and happy to objectify you.”

“Is it a dealbreaker I love having sex with you?” I laughed.

“We’ll make it work.”

The cutest thing was while we were on that vacation, we did indeed fuck and I sucked him off multiple times.

He told me he thought we were going to get married and I laughed in his face. I didn’t believe in marriage back then.

He told me he never thought he’d enjoy spanking and bondage. “Life is long, Viola. I wouldn’t rule anything out.”

He was right. While I know he put a ring on it because we’re partners in love and life, I like to think the head helped.