I had been waiting for this, probably, all our family life. Six years of marriage, and Olya never agreed to take me in her mouth all the way. She always stopped at the very last moment, and I came on her chest or stomach. But that evening everything was different. We had just come from her friend's birthday party, we had had a few drinks, but not much, just a relaxed, warm mood. We made love slowly, almost lazily, and I already thought that everything was as usual. But when I turned her over on her back and knelt over her, guiding my penis to her vagina, she suddenly stopped my hand. “Wait,” she said quietly and looked at me with her big eyes, in which I could read some kind of determination mixed with embarrassment. Without saying a word, she moved over, laid me on my back, and positioned herself between my legs. My heart began to pound like a kid's. I just looked at her, at her lips, which she licked before hesitantly taking my cock in her hand. She started as usual - gentle kisses on the head, light movements of her tongue along the frenulum. I groaned, throwing my head back on the pillow. But then she did something she had never done before - she opened her mouth wider and slowly, very slowly, began to impale herself on me. The sensation was unreal. The warmth and wetness of her mouth, her tongue sliding along my shaft, the roof of her mouth touching the head. I stared at her, unable to tear my eyes away. She was trying, her cheeks hollowing, her eyes narrowed in concentration. She took him as deep as she could, deeper than she had ever taken him before, and she almost threw up. She pulled back, coughing, drool running down her chin. “I’m sorry,” she whispered, wiping her lips. "It's okay, honey, it's okay," I stroked her hair. But inside, everything was boiling. The sight of her confused, embarrassed face with lips wet with saliva drove me crazy. She leaned over again, more boldly. Now she worked her hand at the base, and licked the top with her lips and tongue. The sounds were the most explicit - smacking, slurping, her intermittent breathing. I felt the end approaching. I warned her: "Ol, I'm coming now..." She didn't pull away. Instead, she looked at me and took my entire cock into her mouth again, all the way to the base. Her nose buried itself in my pubic hair. And that was the last straw. I came hard, convulsing, deep into her throat. The pulsations were so strong that I felt sick with pleasure. I felt her throat tighten around me, trying to swallow. And then the most interesting part began. She jerked back, her eyes widened in horror. Her mouth was full of my sperm. She couldn't swallow. She squatted, covering her mouth with her hand, and moaned pitifully. Tears were streaming down her face, she was making such faces as if she was about to throw up. The view was incredibly erotic and dirty at the same time. "Swallow," I said hoarsely. I was still hormonal, and determined. I held the back of her head. "Go on, swallow. You have to do it." She tried, swallowed with obvious effort, and most of the sperm went inside. But some leaked out of the corner of her mouth. She shook again with the urge to vomit, she grimaced, but held it in. “Ugh, how disgusting,” she breathed out when she could finally speak, and began to wipe her mouth with the back of her hand. I pulled her toward me, pressed her to my chest. She was shaking all over. I kissed the top of her head, whispering how great she was. Everything inside me was jubilant. This wasn’t just a blowjob. This was her surrender. And knowing that she did it for me, overcoming herself, was sweeter than the release itself. That evening I felt like an absolute alpha male.