Couponed Pleasure: A Week Late

The little book felt absurdly light in my hand, a flimsy excuse for the primal urge bubbling up inside me. It was just a novelty store gag gift, a blowjob coupon book. Before my best friend’s anniversary, I’d bought it for her husband, a surprise designed to tickle his fancy. She’d confided in me about her preference for a quick oral encounter as an appetizer for intercourse, a rare indulgence she only allowed herself occasionally. “Just try it,” I’d insisted, “He’ll absolutely love it. But the rule is, you must readily and willingly render your services when he presents a coupon.”

A week later, she called, practically vibrating with delight, sharing her experience. The sheer excitement in her voice was infectious, igniting a strange heat within me. My husband, Mark, a man who typically enjoyed his time alone with his thoughts, was instantly captivated. He suggested I share her story with the MarriageHeat community, a forum dedicated to exploring the sensual side of marriage. And here I was, back in the digital trenches, ready to spill the beans. Let’s see if this brings the same level of arousal, the same primal satisfaction.

I slipped the little book into an anniversary card and left it for him to find in the morning. Mark typically headed out to work before I even made it into the kitchen for my coffee, but he was still sitting at the breakfast table when I came in that morning. He glanced down at the coupons with a quizzical grin, a playful glint in his eyes. "Could he redeem one right now?" he asked, a hint of anticipation in his voice.

My first thought was – Really? Already? I hadn’t even had my morning coffee yet, but instead, I simply smiled and got down on my knees on the kitchen floor. Why not? The rule was the rule. I placed my hand in his crotch, and to my surprise, he was already hard, a solid testament to his desire. I imagined him sitting there at the kitchen table, fantasizing about a morning blowjob, and a slow smile spread across my face. I leaned over and kissed the tip of his penis, savoring the anticipation before pulling him closer and beginning to suck in earnest. It wasn't just the novelty, it was the shared pleasure, the unspoken intimacy that made my pulse quicken. I felt a wet heat blossoming between my legs as I slurped sloppily on his knob. His breathing quickened, shallow and ragged, a clear sign of his mounting arousal. I could feel his hot pulse throbbing through the veins of his erection against my tongue, an electric current fueling my own growing excitement. He was so horny, so utterly consumed by his desire, that I knew he wouldn't last much longer. I devoured his cock ravenously, the taste of him, the feeling of his body against mine, intensifying my sensations. Something primal, almost animalistic, stirred within me as I knelt in front of my husband, dutifully and enthusiastically performing fellatio on him. It was a release, a surrender to the moment, a complete immersion in the pleasure.

I wanted to make him come, to give him the intense pleasure he so desperately craved. I wanted his cock to release in a pulsating climax deep within my mouth, a symphony of sensations that would leave him breathless. I realized I hadn't experienced this level of arousal in ages, a forgotten corner of my body suddenly awakened. Soon, he let out a guttural groan, a primal cry of pleasure that sent shivers down my spine. His engorged glans pressed against the roof of my mouth, a searing sensation that propelled me further into the depths of ecstasy. As he passed the point of no return, his salty load filled my mouth, and I hesitated only briefly before deciding to go ahead and swallow it with a single, desperate gulp. The taste of his seed, mingled with my own saliva, was both shocking and incredibly satisfying.

I held his sensitive cock in my mouth, continuing to gently suckle it as his boner subsided. When I finally let his wet, spent member slip from between my lips and peered up at him, the look on his face was a mixture of amazement and adoration. It wasn't just the physical pleasure, but the shared experience, the connection between us, that made me feel so utterly fulfilled. He told me how much he loved me, how much he appreciated the special anniversary gift, and I stood up, ceremoniously tearing one coupon out from the little book. I leaned over to give him another kiss, murmuring that I was genuinely looking forward to him redeeming the next one, but first, I had to get a little coffee to go with that cream he’d just delivered.

Well, I didn’t have to wait too long. We had an anniversary dinner date planned that night, so I was dressed up and ready to go out when he got home from work. He greeted me with an unusually passionate kiss and told me how sexy I looked. I joked that he was just smitten after our impromptu tryst that morning. He confessed that he hadn’t been able to concentrate all day because of my unexpected gift. Then, he sheepishly asked if he could use another coupon. “Right now?” I thought about my hair and makeup, then glanced down at his crotch and saw the big bulge his eager cock was presenting, and I willingly acquiesced. It was weird how much I actually wanted to suck him off again right then.

I took his hand and led him over to the couch. I sat down and pulled his waist toward me as I unbuckled his belt. In a blink of an eye, he stood before me with his trousers and boxers down around his ankles. His fully erect cock jutted up before my face, twitching with anticipation. As I cupped his balls in my hand, I glanced over at the clock and told him we still had plenty of time before our dinner reservations, so I was going to savor my favorite appetizer. Then, I went down on him. My fresh lipstick made a bright red ring around his thick shaft, a testament to the intimacy of the moment. I took my time making love to his cock with my lips, mouth, and tongue, exploring every inch of his sensitive flesh. He whimpered and moaned unintelligibly as I sucked, licked, and slurped salaciously on his cock. I brought him to the brink several times before he finally begged me to finish him off. He tossed his head back and thrust his hips forward when his orgasm exploded deep in my mouth, a volcanic eruption of pleasure. I swallowed the second load of his seed for the day with an inward grin, imagining that it probably wouldn’t be the last. The night was still young, and he still had coupons left. I stood up, gave him an appreciative kiss, and went to re-powder my nose.

Throughout dinner, he gazed at me with puppy dog eyes, a look I hadn’t seen from him since before we were married. It was certainly the most engaging anniversary dinner that we’d had in years. We wined and dined, laughed and reminisced, flirted and romanced late into the evening. When we returned home and pulled into the garage, I gave him a kiss and told him how much I had enjoyed our date. He took my hand in his and told me what a wonderful day I had blessed him with. Then, with a dreamy expression, he lowered my hand into his lap to feel his hard cock standing at full-mast again. He admitted that he had always fantasized about receiving “road head” but thought it might be safer in the privacy of our garage. Perchance, he queried, could he redeem yet another blowjob coupon?

As I reached across for the lever to recline his car seat, I merely quipped that I was hoping he would ask. I re-positioned myself sideways in my seat and rested my head on his abdomen as he reclined with his hands clasped behind his head. I still had a slight buzz from the wine, so I just closed my eyes and languidly nursed his swollen glans between my lips. I lazily rolled my tongue around the corona and flitted the loose frenulum as I gently sucked his cock. It was such a relaxing yet erotic feeling to indulge his fantasy in the car in the dark garage that I don’t know how much time passed before he placed his hand on my head to signal me of his impending release. It wasn’t a very powerful climax, but it was clearly intense. His whole body shuddered as his penis began to subtly throb and weakly pump his diminished ejaculate onto my waiting tongue. He just murmured some awe-struck expression in a hushed voice.

Once we were settled in bed, I figured he’d just pass out, but he surprised me by diving under the covers. He still had enough energy left to bring me to a mind-numbing orgasm with his loving mouth. It was an anniversary neither of us would long forget. After we kissed goodnight and professed our love for one another one last time for the day, he reached across me and set something on my nightstand. It’s another coupon, he whispered, so I could wake him up in a special way…

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