Punitive Reconciliation – A Gay Erotica Finalist Story
My man pushes me against the wall in front of our condo entry door. His left hand grabs my jaw as he French kisses me passionately. His right hand is already unfastening my belt. The fever has overwhelmed us from the moment we stepped inside that taxi. We’re not the makeup sex type of couple, but damn, it sure feels good knowing he still desires me after 12 years together. What did we argue about again? None of that matters anymore; he has my cock in his hand.
“I want to make you cum so bad,” he says to me bluntly.
“Let’s annoy the neighbours then,” I reply, then I ask our voice assistant “put on our sex playlist. Loud!”
He slams the door and we kick off our shoes. He barely touched me but I’m hard as a young stud for his first crush. So excited, I’m having a hard time taking off my jeans.
“Need a hand?” he asks as he throws his pants at me playfully.
“More like two, baby,” I respond. He lifts me up in the air and sits my half-naked ass on a stool by the door. I grab onto the stool as he kneels down to take off my jeans. I’m sitting naked with only my favourite t-shirt on my back. He unbuttons his shirt slowly and with a smirk he says to me, “I’m stripping and you ain’t jerking off? Shame…”
It doesn’t take more for me to start waxing it.
The quick show is over, and he approaches his naked Adonis frame to my quivering member. He leans in and takes out his tongue, tickling the tip of my dick as I continue with my motion. He slobbers on it and the warm beads of saliva drip along my penis, scrotum and hand. As I quicken my pace, he firmly grabs both my wrists and stops me from cumming.
“No,” he scolds.
I’m exhaling fast, my heart is pumping, but my arousal level stabilizes. He lets go of my wrists and takes my dick in his mouth. It makes no sense to me how amazing he is at sucking dick with so little practice. I’m really a bad husband. He knows me well and can keep my edging while pumping the fucking life out of my shaft.
“You’re too good to me,” I let out, “I don’t deserve it.”
I must have triggered some boss-level gay pornstar spark inside of him or something because he stood up with a devilish smile and kissed me again. He spits in his hand and wets his erection, then rubs it against mine. He starts jerking off both our sexes, sliding them together with his spit. They grind and glide and he tightens his grip. He picks up the pace.
I love his cock. I want his cock. I need his cock.
He plays with my balls then pulls on them to make me come down on the stool. He leads me by the balls to the sofa in our living room. I swiftly remove my t-shirt and throw in on the floor with the rest of our clothes and he pushes me down.
“Now you don’t fucking move until I say so are we clear?”
He French kisses me some more then returns to my cock. He gives me the sloppiest blowjob I’ve had in… way too long. He walks up onto the sofa with his hard dick in my face. I want to suck on them so bad in order to give back some of the pleasure he’s given me. But I’m an obedient bitch, and he has a huge smile on his face because of it.
He leans lower and spits in his hand, then starts wetting his ass.
“Yes. This is happening,” he whispers.
Sitting on my cock, he slowly inserts me inside him. The saliva comes in handy as it goes in au-naturel. He bites his lips when my glans is fully swallowed by his asshole. I bite mine when he starts moving up and down on my dick. I don’t even remember the last time he allowed me inside him. It’s been ages.
He starts to rotate his hips and I’m struggling to hold it together. I’m balls deep inside my husband and he’s grabbing me by the neck. He puts 2 fingers in my mouth and I suck them like a newborn. He takes them out and begins masturbating again.
I feel young again. I feel beautiful. I feel it coming. He knows it.
He slows down the fucking and accelerates the jerking. He curves himself on me, my shaft warm and wet inside him. His breath goes faster along with the motion of his hand and our tongues meet mid-kiss.
“I wanna fuck your mouth now.”
How can I say no? After his memorable performance, it’s the least I could do.
“Do it,” I say.
He stands back up on the sofa in the same position as earlier, although this time my mouth is wide open. I want his manhood up my goddamn throat. He puts one foot on top of the sofa back and his perfect pecker right in my face. I’m ready, and so is he.
With both hands on the wall, he’s mouth-fucking me slowly while looking down at me. I break the no-move rule and place one hand on his butt and the other on my penis. I want to stay hard for him.
I can feel my saliva trickling on my chin and dripping down my bare chest. His strong back is sweating as he continues to penetrate my lips. My tongue keeps his shaft wet and warm as he begins to watch me again. Without breaking a stare, he cums in my mouth. I take it all and suck his shaft for every last drop of it. He takes a step back and I admire his statuesque figure glistening with sweat and oozing of sex. He walks back slowly and I sit upright and keep jerking off.
I’m confused. What’s the next step of this sex-drenched evening? Is he going to take out the toys? Am I going to cover his picture-perfect face in cum?
“Remember how fucking amazing I am at fucking you the next time you want to argue with me for a dining set,” he lashes out.
Then he disappears in the bathroom.
“What, are you fucking kidding me? You’re still mad about that?”
Then his head pops out of the doorframe.
“Kidding!” he yells in turn. “Now get your ass in the shower and spray my face with jizz.”
I don’t deserve the man.
Mister Bone is a part time screenwriter who penned his first erotic short story for Volonté. With an inherent interest for erotic art in general, especialy photography, but writing is a growing passion. On a journey to share fantasies and experiences with whomever wishes to read.