Brewed Bliss & Bellyache Blues

The brewery was a good choice, really. The beer flight was excellent, a perfect blend of hoppy IPAs and smooth stouts, each sip washing away the remnants of a surprisingly passionate afternoon. My wife, Sarah, had scored us a phenomenal deal, and we were both feeling pleasantly buzzed, the warmth spreading through our bodies like a slow, luxurious fire. After the tasting, we decided on an Italian dinner at Bella Luna, hoping the pasta and garlic bread would help sober us up a bit before the long drive home. The red wine flowed freely, and the conversation, fueled by alcohol and shared memories, was easy and comfortable.

Around halfway through our meal, a familiar discomfort began to creep in. Sarah grimaced, pushing her plate away. "Oh, heavens, I think my stomach's staging a revolt," she mumbled, sipping her water with a grimace. I watched her, concerned, as she continued to sip, her face pale and drawn. Since she wasn't feeling well, we decided to cut the evening short and head back to our small town. The thought of navigating the dark, empty highways in our current state was less than appealing.

As we pulled out of the parking lot, the effects of the beer and wine hit me hard. The familiar ache in my lower abdomen grew stronger, and I knew I needed to use the restroom. I pulled over at a dusty gas station a few miles down the road, hoping to find a clean place to relieve myself. Returning to the car, I was met with a horrifying sight. Sarah had emptied her stomach all over the floor, a sticky, pungent mess that reeked of regret and nausea.

Panic seized me for a moment, but I quickly regained my composure. With a grimace, I grabbed a handful of napkins from the dispenser and started mopping up the mess, pulling a dirty rag from the dumpster for a more thorough clean. I returned to the car, my stomach churning, and started the drive home, the scent of vomit clinging to the air.

Sarah, pale and shaky, apologized profusely, her voice choked with embarrassment. "Oh my god, I'm so sorry! I don't know what came over me. It's just… the beer, I guess." Despite her discomfort, she seemed to be feeling better, the nausea subsiding with each passing mile. We continued on, the silence punctuated only by the hum of the engine and the occasional rumble of passing trucks.

As we neared the midpoint of our drive, something shifted in the atmosphere. Sarah reached across the center console, her hand instinctively reaching for me. Her fingers curled around my cock, pulling it gently through my pants. It wasn’t the first time she’d done this – a casual, playful highway handjob – but tonight felt different, charged with a strange intensity. I unzipped my pants, releasing my hardening cock, and let out a low groan as I prepared for the inevitable.

The sun beat down on us, a relentless reminder of the approaching evening. It was July, and the heat was oppressive, but I barely noticed. My focus was entirely on Sarah, on the way her fingers danced across my skin, teasing and tantalizing. I unbuttoned and slid down my shorts a bit, giving her easy access to my balls, feeling the warm sweat gather there.

Her touch intensified, her hand growing bolder as she began to stroke my cock from top to bottom, grazing and occasionally grabbing my balls on the downstrokes. The pleasure built quickly, a delicious wave of heat spreading through my body. My pre-cum flowed freely, a glistening stream of anticipation, and Sarah, with a knowing smile, used her fingers to spread it around and lubricate my entire shaft. The scent, sweet and intoxicating, filled the air.

As the heat built, I felt a surge of confidence. Sarah had always been hesitant about certain things, particularly requests for more adventurous sexual encounters. But tonight, emboldened by the alcohol and the undeniable connection between us, I decided to push her boundaries. Reaching down her shirt, I grabbed a handful of her tits, feeling the hardness of her nipples against my palm. It was a clear signal, a silent invitation to take things further.

"You know," I murmured, my voice low and husky, "I've always wanted you to give me road head." The words hung in the air, heavy with unspoken desire. Sarah's eyes widened slightly, a flicker of surprise crossing her features. But before she could deny it, she nodded slowly, a mischievous glint in her eyes. It was a yes, a resounding confirmation of my unspoken wish.

We were only a mile from the turnoff onto the country road, the perfect setting for our impromptu adventure. As the cars began to pass, I subtly signaled to them, encouraging them to pull over, creating a space for us to indulge in our desires. The anticipation was almost unbearable, the air thick with lust and unspoken excitement.

Finally, a beat-up pickup truck pulled alongside us, its driver clearly intrigued by our situation. Without hesitation, Sarah dove in, taking my well-oiled cock into her mouth. The pleasure was immediate and intense, a symphony of sensations that sent shivers down my spine. I continued to guide her, enjoying the feeling of her warm breath against my skin, her hands working rhythmically on my balls, both stimulating and teasing.

As we continued down the country road, another car appeared in our rearview mirror, following suit. I sighed contentedly, letting the moment wash over me. The combination of the heat, the alcohol, and the shared intimacy was driving me to the brink. Knowing that the people in that car likely saw Sarah's beautiful brown hair bobbing up and down in my lap, those thoughts, and the tremendous blow job she was giving me, pushed me right to the edge.

Suddenly, a car careened around the corner, heading directly toward us. Its low profile caught my attention, and a primal instinct took over. Ignoring my wife's bewildered expression, I gripped the steering wheel tighter, accelerating slightly to increase the distance between us. The driver, clearly oblivious to our predicament, continued on his way. The heat intensified, my body trembling with anticipation.

It was clear that my wife had never been a fan of me cumming in her mouth, especially not when it involved a public display. I would have to pull out and finish in her hand, on her breasts, or on my own stomach. I had recently been spending a lot of time praying for God to help my wife be more sexually adventurous and ease the anxiety she had with many of the things that I wanted to do sexually. God, as he always does, answered those prayers. She had finally let me cum in her mouth after a blow job a couple of times, but they were both while we were in the shower and she could spit my semen down the drain. Since we were not in the shower, I didn't know how this would end.

Knowing I was near the end, I asked her if it would be okay to cum in her mouth. Again, she surprised me by saying yes. So not only was I getting my first experience of road head, but she had also given me the go-ahead to cum in her mouth outside of the shower for the first time ever!

She took a moment to catch her breath and grab some tissues for clean up, then swallowed my cock again. She swirled her tongue around my cockhead, stroking my shaft and tickling my balls with her free hand, then took my cock as deep into her mouth as she could. I told her I was about to cum, so she drew back a bit, focusing her mouth on the head while stroking me with her hand.

A few seconds later, I filled her mouth with stream after stream of cum. She held it all in and even threw in an extra few sucks and strokes for good measure before sitting back up and spitting into the tissues. She’s still not ready for swallowing yet, but the fact she’s come out of her shell and moved past some of her apprehensions makes me so thankful.

We both finished cleaning up, I pulled my shorts back on, and we continued home to relieve the babysitter. We had a wonderful conversation about our rollercoaster of an evening. She even admitted that my semen is not as awful as she imagined, and she regrets not having made this leap years earlier. I smiled and told her “It’s okay. We have years to make up for it, and I love road trips.”

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