>A kiss is just a kiss, goes the song, but don't you believe it.

<I have been a lucky guy. I have been married to the same beautiful woman for ten years. We still have an active love life and she's no prude. Right now, she's giving me a fantastic blowjob.

My wife doesn't close her eyes when she's giving head. Instead, she maintains full eye contact with me through most of the act. It is hot to see those cat-like eyes staring back at me as I watch her blow me. Her mouth is fully engaged on my cock, but it's like her whole face is smiling.

Her technique is splendid. Her tongue swirls in patterns over the head of my dick while her suction on the shaft hollows her cheeks, and all the while she bobs up and down on my lap. She maintains just the right tempo to keep you getting closer, not so slow you're bored, not so fast you come right away.

All the same, it isn't long before I feel the semen charge through my cock into her waiting mouth. She hasn't made me come in a week and I'm not allowed to masturbate outside of her presence, so a lot of sperm has been saved up; it takes a while to ejaculate it all. I convulse with an extreme and undeniable pleasure as spurt after spurt of cum shoots out of the head of my cock. My eyes roll back in my head and I exhale a long groan of delight.

>She is careful not to let the contents of her mouth spill out of her mischievous smile. Every precious drop has another destination. Even as she continues jacking me with her right hand, she extends her left arm and beckons me forward with a curled finger. I rise to meet her but I'm too slow for her. She closes her hand in a fist on the front of my shirt and roughly pulls me up so that we're face to face. She studies me for a moment, looking for eagerness and hunger. Finding both, she is satisfied. She leans in and locks her lips on mine in a deep, open-mouthed kiss.

She twists her tongue in mine and quickly pushes my own semen into my mouth. She may as well be spoon-feeding me. She's like a mother bird who chews the food for her chicks in preparation for the day when they will be able to eat on their own. I am the young chick being adjusted to a new diet. My new sustenance is salty and sweet, it is still warm and its presence in my mouth and belly gives me pleasure. I enjoy it.

~~And I know this is all part of her plan. I have failed completely to counter it.~~