I was feeling incredibly at peace. It was as if the chaos of the past days had finally settled, like a storm that had passed and left behind a calm, familiar silence. For the first time in what felt like forever, I believed the saga was behind me. Life could return to what it once was—simple, stable. And above all else, I felt back in control. Whatever happened next… would be my choice.
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I drove home smiling, unbothered by what I might find. Or was gone, just like he said. And there, waiting for me as if nothing had happened, was my family. That ordinary moment struck me like lightning. Normal was beautiful.
As I settled into that realization, I also found myself acknowledging a truth I’d tried to bury: I had been aroused. Deeply. Watching them, hearing them—it stirred something visceral inside me. But instead of guilt, I felt clarity. I enjoyed it. It didn’t mean I’d ever allow it again—not a chance. But the awareness of my own arousal didn’t scare me anymore. I owned it. I was done being confused.
I got home. Sharon was in the kitchen, cooking dinner. She turned to greet me with a kiss and a warm hug.
“Come, let’s eat. I’ve been waiting for you,” she said with a soft smile.
We ate like we used to, side by side in front of the TV, a show playing in the background. It felt like a slice of our old life. The baby cried halfway through, and Sharon left to nurse him. When she returned, she curled into me and, true to form, fell asleep before the episode ended.
I didn’t mind. Not tonight. I felt nothing but warmth.
Later, I woke her gently, then went to shower, floating on a high I hadn’t felt in years. I crawled into bed, pulled her body against mine, and drifted off with a deep.
And then the morning happened.
No drama. Just… the unexpected.
Let me explain something first: I’ve always had this fantasy—one that never left my mind. To be woken up not by an alarm, or a baby’s cry, but by something far better. A warm, wet mouth wrapped around my morning erection. Sharon knew this. I’d hinted at it plenty of times. I’d even told her directly. It wasn’t outrageous, not for a married couple. But still… she’d never done it. Not once.
During vacations, I used to sleep naked—maybe she would surprise me, or on my birthdays. But no, she never did.
So imagine my shock, waking up that morning—groggy, confused, but quickly overtaken by sensation.
I felt three things at once:
The aching pressure of a full bladder.
The thick pulse of a rock-hard erection.
Something warm, and wet, slowly moving on it.
And WOW it was so good. I can't describe that feeling . But as incredible as it was, I had immense bladder pressure on one hand, but I didn't dare to say anything—just so it wouldn't stop. I struggled, trying to ignore the pressure and focus on the blowjob. I pushed the blanket down and exposed Sharon. She just looked up at me with that look in her eyes—wicked and satisfied. Like she knew exactly what she was doing to me. She had never gone down on me like this (was this what Or felt?!). She moved at a steady, slightly slow rhythm, took me in deep—so deep her lips touched my base every time. It was pure pleasure, and her tongue—God help me, I don't know what she was doing with it, so I can't even describe it, but it felt amazing. Chills ran through my body with every movement of her tongue on the head of my penis.
I was pinned to the bed, helpless under her. My body tensed. I didn’t dare interrupt—not even to warn her about the pressure in my bladder. All I could do was breathe… and feel.
And then—just before the edge—I managed to gasp:
“Sharon… I can’t hold it … oh God… stop… ohhhh… I’m gonna…”
But instead of stoping, she doubled down. Her mouth moved faster, tighter, deeper. And that was it—I exploded into her. It was raw, uncontrollable, like nothing I’d felt before. My whole body locked, and I came harder than I ever had. My vision blurred. I forgot how to breathe. All I could do was feel.
After the explosion, as I was catching my breath, and I opened my eyes, she was licking her lips, gazing at me like she’d just devoured dessert.
“Delicious,” she whispered.
I was speechless—floored. She stood up, smiling like a goddess who knew the power she held. I pulled her to me and kissed her deeply, tasting the faint trace of myself on her tongue. I didn’t care. I wanted her.
She left the room, and I lay there, catching my breath. Eventually, I pulled myself up, headed to the bathroom, and—yes—emptied what felt like half a gallon of pee.
I washed my face and went downstairs. The coffee machine was already hissing, the smell of roasted beans wrapping around me like comfort.
She was in the kitchen. I came up behind her, wrapped my arms around her waist, kissed the back of her neck, and whispered:
“I love you more than anyone in this world.”
She turned, eyes soft. “I love you too, my dear husband.”
I started making our coffee, and we hadn’t even taken a sip when the little one started crying again. Sharon sighed and looked up the stairs.
“I’ll wait for you,” I said, smiling.
She kissed me once more and went up.
I had the next half hour for myself alone, replaying the morning in my mind. I couldn’t stop smiling. Everything felt like it was falling into place—life was returning to something not just normal, but maybe even better than before. Maybe, just maybe, this whole ordeal had changed her in ways that were good for us. In one morning, she had fulfilled not one, but three of my fantasies.
She woke my up with a blowjob.
I came in her mouth.
And—unbelievably—she swallowed.
That last part… I had no words. It was something I never imagined she’d do, not for me. And it was clear: this never would have happened before the thing with Or. It was a direct result of that experience, that phase we went through.
And most importantly—though it might sound a bit childish—she gave me something she never gave Or. He might’ve broken barriers with her, pushed limits I couldn’t even dream of, but this morning… this was mine. My own small, quiet victory. A reminder that despite everything, she was still with me.
And in that moment, I was the happiest man alive.
About twenty minutes later, Sharon came back downstairs, cradling the baby, and placed him gently in the bouncer in the living room.
“Coffee?” I offered.
“I’d love some,” she said, making a face. “I have the weirdest taste in my mouth.”
I flushed, caught a little off guard, and headed into the kitchen, pretending to focus on the coffee.
We sat together on the couch, both with warm mugs in hand. There was something lighter about her, something brighter. It wasn’t just me—she seemed more relaxed, like the weight of the past few weeks had lifted. Maybe Or’s absence was a relief for her too?
I’m not sure what made me bring it up. Curiosity, maybe. Ego, definitely. A need to know if this morning was a one-time miracle or the beginning of something new.
“So… Sharon,” I started, keeping my tone casual. “What was that this morning? I mean, not complaining—far from it—but it caught me by surprise.”
She smirked. “Honestly? I didn’t plan it. I woke up earlier than you and… you were kind of poking me,” she laughed, “so I figured… why not?”
“But still,” I said, still half in disbelief. “That was the first time. I never expected it.”
She shot me a teasing look. “Are you complaining?”
“God, no! I’m just… shocked. Curious.”
She paused, then smiled softly. “I guess I was just really turned on. I haven’t felt that kind of desire in a while. And I remembered your little fantasy. Thinking about it actually got me more in the mood. How was it for you?” Her voice dipped, suddenly shy.
Her tone caught me off guard—not crude, not bold. Just… genuine. Her.
“You’re seriously asking?” I grinned. “Didn’t you feel it?”
“Hehe, I did,” she said, “but I want to hear it.”
“Honestly? I can’t even describe it. It was insane. Incredible. I’ve never experienced anything like that in my life.”
She raised an eyebrow. “Really? That good?”
“Yes! And maybe even better than that. Waking up like that… it was just wow.”
She leaned back, eyes gleaming. “Interesting…”
“And what about you?” I asked, unsure if I was overstepping.
She shifted slightly. “Well… like I said, I woke up with this crazy desire. Maybe hormones, maybe the nursing—who knows. But it made me want to… give. And honestly? It was nice. Not bad at all.”
I waited for more—something enthusiastic, a little extra—but that was all she said. Still, it was enough. I didn’t want to push.
Feeling bolder, I asked, “So… does this mean it could happen again?”
She laughed, eyes sparkling. “I don’t know. We’ll see. Oh—and tonight, you’re going to shave,” she added with a smirk.
“What?” I blinked. “Shave what?”
“Down there,” she said, mischievous. “Trust me. It’ll be worth it.”
“Everything? You know I’ve never done that. Isn’t it… risky?” I chuckled, a bit nervous.
“I heard it’s easy. Rona (her BFF) told me Tom (her husband) does it all the time, and he never gets hurt. She loves it. And trust me—it’ll be worth your while.”
I stared at her. “Wait… are you planning something?”
“Don’t ask questions,” she said, getting up. “Just do it. It’ll be more pleasant for both of us. by the way , I made plans with Rona for breakfast. I'm heading upstairs to get ready. You don't have to do it if it makes you uncomfortable—I was only making a suggestion." With that, she went upstairs.
She caught me completely off guard. My mind raced. Was she trying to turn me into something more like Or? He was smooth, powerful, that whole look. Did she want to relive that? Was she trying to mold me in his image?
The thought stung—but I shook it off. No. If anything, she was bringing the pleasure back to us. What we shared this morning? That was real. That was hers and mine.
I made my choice. If shaving gave me more mornings like that, I’d do it.
Just as I committed, she came back downstairs—already dressed, bag slung over her shoulder. In less than a minute, she was ready. Her “mom mode” efficiency never ceased to amaze me.
She gave me a quick kiss, flashed a smile, and said, “I’ll be back after lunch. Bye, Babe.”
And just like that, I had the rest of the day to myself.
Naturally, I turned to Google. Turns out, shaving down there is pretty common. Plenty of methods, tips, and yes—safe ways to do it.
But I wanted to do it right. If I was going in, I was going all in.
So I found a place in the city. A guy—yeah, he was gay, obviously—who specialized in intimate waxing. I won’t lie, it wasn’t cheap, and it definitely wasn’t painless. But he was professional, and I felt totally comfortable asking questions.
He cleaned everything—front, back, even places I didn’t know you could wax. We talked techniques, tools, trimming vs. shaving. He explained the ideal grooming for each area:
Balls: shave carefully.
Pubic: don’t go completely bald—trim it down so it’s neat.
Legs: blend them a bit if you’re removing everything else so it won't looks natural.
I walked out feeling lighter—literally and figuratively. Smooth as a baby, and honestly? It looked great. No hair around the base made everything look… bigger. Sharper. I felt confident. Sexy, even.
And most of all? Ready.
Sharon had booked us a table at a restaurant, and she planned to join me only in the evening—she wanted to leave the baby with her mom so we could have a full night to ourselves. Honestly, it felt like the happiest day of my life. I hadn’t lost Sharon. She was still here. She still loved me.
We went out—just the two of us. It had been so long since we’d had time alone like this. No baby, and most importantly, no Or. Sharon kept checking her phone, making sure the baby was okay, but even that didn’t ruin the mood. The food was amazing, we laughed, talked, shared glances full of warmth and tension, and had the most romantic evening we’d had in years. We even drank a bit—Sharon only a little, since she’s still breastfeeding.
And I knew exactly how this perfect night would end—with sex.
I felt it all day. After so long without actual penetration (ten months, not that I was counting—okay, I was), tonight was the night. Everything made sense now—her sudden boldness, her morning surprise, her request, this romantic dinner, her parents watching the baby. All signs pointed to one inevitable conclusion: we were finally going to fuck.
Sharon drove us back since she barely drank. I don’t know if it was the buzz, the joy, or what she did to me that morning still lingering in my mind, but I couldn't keep my hands to myself. I leaned over and started kissing her neck softly, letting my lips brush her skin as my hand slid along her thigh, slowly lifting the edge of her dress.
She didn’t stop me. She didn’t say a word. Instead, her own hand slid down her leg and subtly guided mine higher, invitingly. My fingers reached the warm, soft skin of her inner thigh. Every small touch made her open her legs a little more. I remembered the image of her straddling Or —God, it ignited something primal in me. I slipped my fingers under her panties, and she gasped—the thin fabric was soaked.
"I can’t wait until we get home," I whispered, my lips brushing her ear.
"Then don’t," she replied, her voice low and teasing.
She glanced at me, and there was something in her eyes—bold, open, hungry. Something had cracked wide open inside her, and I had no doubt: thank you, Or.
I slid my fingers over her folds, feeling how wet and ready she was. Her hips twitched slightly, and she moaned under her breath.
"Stop," she suddenly said.
I pulled back instantly, worried. "What’s wrong?"
"If you keep going, I will crash the car," she said, a little breathless. "I need to focus, we’ll finish this at home."
Relief washed over me, and then I felt her hand move—onto me. She rubbed me over my pants, slowly, with intent. I was already hard as a rock, and her touch only made it worse.
"Isn’t this dangerous too?" I asked, trying to sound composed.
"What you were doing could get us killed," she smirked. "This," she gave my cock a firm stroke through the fabric, "I can control."
I shifted in my seat, giving her better access. Her fingers explored me over my pants, teasing the head, squeezing gently, playing with the pressure. Every stroke sent a shiver through my whole body. I let myself relax into it, floating in that perfect mixture of buzzed, horny, and totally in love.
That car ride… was easily one of the most erotic, intoxicating experiences of my life.
We got home, and the second the door closed behind us, I was on her. I kissed her deeply, hungrily, like I hadn’t in years. Clothes started coming off in a frenzy, neither of us patient enough to make it to the bedroom—Sharon grabbed my hand and led me to the living room. By the time we collapsed onto the couch, we were both stripped down to our underwear.
I pulled her on top of me, legs spreading naturally to cradle me between them, and we kissed like we were teenagers again—desperate, messy, electric. I kissed down her neck, then sucked on the soft spot below her ear—the one I knew drove her wild. She gasped and tugged my head closer, grinding her hips against mine, rubbing herself on my hardness through the thin fabric separating us.
Her movements became more rhythmic, more deliberate. She rolled her hips up against me, creating friction that made me throb painfully. I slid my hands along her back, savoring every curve of her body until they found her breasts. I cupped them gently, one in each hand.
But suddenly, she flinched and pulled away.
“What’s wrong?” I asked, startled.
“You know my breasts are super sensitive,” she said, a little sharply.
“Yeah… I just thought maybe… with the mood and all…” I stammered. I thought it hadn’t seemed to bother you with Or.
“They’re still sore, especially since I haven’t nursed much today. They’re full and aching,” she said, and just like that, the moment dimmed a little.
I thought to myself that this was a good opportunity to catch up a bit with Or, so I asked, “Want me to help you empty them?”
“No, I’ll pump after. Let’s keep going,” she said, drying me off.
Disappointed? Yes. But I didn’t want to ruin the evening. I just nodded and pulled her close again, letting the moment reignite.
Then, out of nowhere, she asked, “Did you shave?”
I smirked. “You’ll have to take my underwear off to find out.”
“I’m sure you’ll be very cooperative if I ask,” she teased, eyes glinting mischievously.
She started kissing my neck, soft at first, then with more pressure, wet and slow, dragging her lips down to my chest, then my stomach—until she was kneeling between my legs. Her hands found my thighs, running firm, deliberate strokes from knee to hip, grazing my boxers. Her eyes never left mine, and her smile—God, that smile—was full of wicked confidence. She knew exactly what she was doing.
Was this how she looked at Or? The thought intruded, but I shoved it aside. This was my moment.
Her fingers slipped under the waistband of my boxers, her hands gliding over my bare skin, exploring. She squeezed my ass gently, eyes still locked on mine.
“I see you went beyond just the pubic area,” she said with a sly smile.
Her touch wandered further—cupping my balls, teasing the base of my shaft, tracing the sensitive skin between my sack and my taint. I could barely breathe.
“You really took my suggestion seriously. I’m impressed,” she whispered.
“Anything for you..” I grinned, barely managing speech.
“Really?” she murmured, wrapping one hand around both my balls and my now visibly soaked cock. “Well then…”
She noticed the pre-cum darkening the front of my boxers and smirked again. “But you’re still not fully shaved,” she teased, her fingers toying with the trimmed hairs above my shaft.
“I just thought trimming looked better,” I said sheepishly.
“Let’s see for myself,” she said—and finally pulled my boxers down.
My erection sprang free, rock-hard and pulsing. She didn’t flinch. Her hands caressed my thighs again, her fingers brushing my ass as she leaned in and kissed the swollen head of my cock.
“I must say, it looks very good. I approve.”
For a split second I didn’t even remember what she was referring to. Her touch erased everything else.
Then she grinned—and without warning, took me fully into her mouth. All of me. Her lips met the base, her tongue teasing my balls. My body shuddered. I nearly came right then.
I tried to hold back, tried to stay in control, but it was too much. The pressure, the heat, her mouth—everything. I couldn’t stop it. I groaned, hips jerking forward, and came harder than I’d expected. It was too fast, too intense, and I lost control.
She pulled off midway through the orgasm, clearly surprised. Some of it ended up in a messy stream down her hand, and she reached for a tissue, spitting into it, she didn't swallow this time :(.
“Next time, at least give me a little warning,” she said, wiping her mouth.
I wanted to snap, Does Or warn you before he comes in your mouth?!—but I bit it back.
“I’m sorry,” I said instead, catching my breath. “I didn’t expect it. I just couldn’t hold it back.”
“Yeah, no kidding. That was really quick,” she said, rolling her eyes, half teasing.
“I can keep going,” I offered, still panting, but already getting hard again. I was far from done. That orgasm hadn’t scratched the itch—it had only intensified it.
“You better,” she said, that sly grin back on her lips. “I’ve only just started. I had plans for tonight.”
I approached her, took her face in my hands, and kissed her deeply. Our tongues met in a dance that felt like a declaration—I was completely hers. In that moment, everything we’d been through seemed to melt away. All the doubts, the distance, even the complicated feelings about Or. They no longer held power over me. I had Sharon. She chose me. She still loved me.
Driven by that overwhelming feeling, I guided her back to the couch and sat atop her, kissing her again, unable to hold back my desire. I kissed her neck, slowly and deliberately, knowing the effect it had on her. As she responded with soft sounds and subtle movements, my hand slipped into her underwear, and I felt her warmth, her desire. There was no hesitation between us now.
As I kissed her body (being careful not to touch her breasts), I slowly made my way down and knelt between her legs. I caressed her thighs, looked up at her, and smiled. She looked down at me and smiled back.
“No,” I replied with a grin. “Still mine… to please you, and maybe a bit of recovery time for me.”
I pulled off her underwear, noticing she had shaved. “Wow,” I said.
"Practice what you preach." she laughed, "and besides, I thought it would look better this way."
"Mmmmm, it does look good, I approve," I couldn't help but laugh, reenacting what had happened moments ago but with roles reversed.
And another huge boost to my ego—she shaved for me!! No just for Him! ? I couldn't wait and pounced on her pussy, maybe a bit too eagerly.
"Wow, wow, slow down, start gently!" she jumped.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, it's hard for me to control myself," I snapped at myself, knowing she needed gentleness. I took a deep breath and went back to her thighs, kissing around her lips softly, barely touching, She opened to me, her body responding instantly, her moans growing louder with each careful swirl of my tongue slowly moving closer to her clit.
I reached her lips, felt her wetness, and tasted her. She moaned, and we started kissing with our lips, slowly adding tongue, but only occasionally, waiting for her clit to appear, slowly I felt it swelling, throbbing.
I moved with focus—intent on giving, not taking. Her hips bucked against me, thighs clenching around my head, holding me there. She was close. Her voice broke, repeating my name, over and over, her whole body trembling as waves of pleasure overtook her.
"Oh yes…… this is good…… yes yes yes yes yes……. oh my god, yes yes yes yes yes," she screamed.
When her climax came, it was powerful, almost overwhelming. She held onto me, grounding herself in the sensation. I stayed with her through it, supporting her, helping her ride it out.
Even after she came, I didn’t stop. Her breath was ragged, her limbs relaxed but her eyes wild. “That was… wow,” she whispered. I smiled, tasting her one last time before pulling back.
"I enjoyed it too," I smiled.
She looked at my penis, which was already standing rock, solid "I can see…. bring a condom, I think we're ready here," she laughed.
I jumped up happily—finally, penetration!! After almost a year!!! I didn't want to seem too excited, but I was eager.
"Didn't you say breastfeeding works as 98% effective birth control?? And you're fully breastfeeding, so we can…." I remembered one of the facts from her pro-breastfeeding lectures.
"Right, especially in the first six months, and we're in the fifth month, but I don't want to take any chances," she said.
I didn't want to push my luck, so I rushed to get a condom.
I’ll spare you the details, but I returned with high hopes, a condom in hand, and my dick ready. Despite her being wet from her earlier climax, we couldn’t manage penetration. We tried several times, but she was tense, wincing with pain. She took deep breaths, shifted positions, tried relaxing, added lubrication—nothing seemed to help. After such a long time without penetration, she was nervous, and her body resisted. The more we tried, the more it hurt her, and the more she dried out.
I didn’t want to give up—this was supposed to be the moment we’d been waiting for, nearly a year! I could see she was determined too, pushing through the discomfort again and again, wanting it as much as I did. But her body wasn’t ready, and we had no choice but to pause. I appreciated that she hadn’t given up easily, and that told me a lot—but I couldn’t hide my disappointment. I had hoped for so much more.
She looked at me with a mix of disappointment and tenderness, noticing my ongoing arousal. Her eyes softened, and a sly smile tugged at the corner of her lips.
"Don't worry," she whispered, her voice low and inviting. "Let me take care of you. You're going to enjoy this."
She settled between my legs with a confidence that made my breath hitch. Her hands moved with a slow, teasing grace — one holding me firmly, the other caressing gently. t. there's nothing a blowjob can't fix, I thought to myself.
Sharon took the base of my penis in one hand while her other hand cupped my balls. She stroked my penis slowly a few times before leaning forward and kissing the tip once, then again. Then she kissed slowly down my penis until she reached the base, and at this point, she moved down and started kissing gently all over my balls—I've never had that before 🙂 I felt her tongue coming out of her mouth. She ran it gently along the underside of my balls, from behind to the front. Then she gave my sac a big lick before taking one of my balls into her mouth. Meanwhile, she was slowly stroking my penis with her hand, I was sure I was about to pass out – it felt so good!! "heavens.." I moaned. "Oh my god, Sharon!" Sharon started moving her tongue around my balls while gently sucking on them. It felt amazing. She took my balls out of her mouth but took my penis in —all of it, wetting it well and then pulled out, looked at me and smiled (probably because this time I didn't finish too soon).
Then she immediately went back and took my balls into her mouth again, sucking them a bit more aggressively now while jerking me off with her hand.
I could barely keep my eyes open and look at her kneeling between my legs with one hand on my penis, the other hand resting on my thigh. And of course, my balls in her mouth.—It was hypnotic and so fucking hot, if she hadn't been controlling the pace of the jerking, I would have cumm already, but she really felt me and made sure I stayed right on the edge.
She took my balls out of her mouth and moved down further, to the area between my balls and my taint, I moved forward so that basically I was lying on the couch, allowing her access to my taint as well—I was excited for the rimming I was going to get 🙂 I thought to myself that I was completing gaps with Or at a crazy pace, maybe in a little while I'd even top that and we'd do whole new things.
She kissed the area below my balls and slowly used more lips and tongue, it was so pleasurable, so fucking pleasurable!
I tried to guide her towards my taint
"Yes….. Sharon this feels so good….. a little lower….. just a bit….. more wet…." but she didn't go lower or get close to my taint and yet it was so heavenly. on one hand, she kept me right on the edge and I needed to cumm, on the other hand, I didn't want it to end ever.
She moved up, went back to my balls gave them another good, wet suck before taking them out of her mouth. She ran her tongue along the underside of my penis, causing me to moan again, even louder than before. The moment her tongue reached the head of my penis, she took me into her mouth. She ran her tongue gently around the head of my penis before taking more of me into her mouth. Then she grabbed my balls again and held them tightly while she started moving her head forward and backward – fast.
She continued to hold my balls tightly, maybe very tightly, a pleasurable kind of pain and then a millisecond before I came she stopped:
"I want to ask you something…" she said.
Thoughts raced through my mind, now?!?!?!? This is the time!?!??! What does she want now?!?! To give her another orgasm?!?! That I don't come in her mouth?!?! What the fuck!!?!?!?!?!?
But I answered calmly but impatiently
"Whatever you want….."
"I want to have another threesome," she said and immediately took my penis back into her mouth and started sucking fiercely.
I couldn't hold back
"Yyyyyyyyyyyyyes fuck!!! yes ….!!!….." I screamed and came like a madman into her throat, while swallowed it all.