This is a story based on a kink that my wife and I have developed in real life.
The situations and “props” are real, and while “The Blowjob Chair” could’ve been submitted under the “Fetish” category, it’s truly a personal love story.
******************************************************************************
It all started innocently enough with what my wife Amanda and I hilariously referred to as “The Blowjob Chair”.
We drove to Washington, D.C., one weekend to visit my cousin Breanne, who was visiting from Montana with her family. Brea and I were close when we were teenagers. Now in our early 40’s, we still kept in contact through text and social media, but it had been years since I had last seen her.
Unfortunately, what should’ve only been a 3-hour drive took over twice as long, and Amanda was not in a good mood when we finally reached our destination. The hotel was an older building located just outside downtown D.C. Our room was fairly small. It contained a Queen-sized bed adjacent to a large window with metal blinds that clearly had not been replaced in eons. On the other side of the bed was a radiator that was as noisy as the creaky floorboards.
Our room appeared almost dilapidated, but felt welcoming like a familiar friend. It was cozy and, overall, possessed the quaint vibe of a bed and breakfast than a hotel. For the price Amanda and I were paying, one may have expected more amenities, but we were more than satisfied.
What I immediately noticed, however, when I stepped into our hotel room for the first time was the leather armchair.
Like everything else in the room, the armchair was old and visibly worn, but that was part of its charm. The leather was peeling in various places and there was an indentation on the seat cushion from years of usage. However, the armchair just looked immensely comfortable.
But that wasn’t my first thought when I saw it.
Amanda noticed my silly grin. “What?” she demanded. She was tired and hungry, and very short on patience.
“That’s the perfect chair of a blowjob!”
Her eyes narrowed dangerously as she scrutinized the chair, then she looked back at me with disgust. “Let me get this straight: you expect me to give you a blowjob after we just sat in bumper-to-bump traffic for SIX hours?” She made a rude sound. “Yea, I don’t think so.”
“No, of course I’m not asking right now! But, um, maybe later?”
“Is that all you ever think about?” My wife shot back irritably.
“You are all I ever thinking about, Mandy.”
Amanda heard the catch in my voice and turned to see me regarding her adoringly.
My wife was stunningly beautiful, even if she was too modest to acknowledge the obvious. Standing at 5’6, she possessed long straight black silk hair that flowed to her hips and was as silky as it was fragrant. Yoga, regular workouts at the gym, and running 10+ miles every week may have bestowed onto Amanda a powerful and athletic physique, including a V-shaped upper torso, toned arms and legs, and killer abs, but it didn’t take away from her feminine curves. Any man—and many women— within eyesight couldn’t helped but be mesmerized by her perfect 34C breasts and incredible, sculpted ass. Her brown, slightly almond-shaped eyes gave her a decidedly exotic countenance, and always seemed to be twinkling with some sort of naughtiness or inside joke that only she was aware of. However, Amanda’s adorable freckles were perhaps her sexiest physical trait of all.
But all of that paled in comparison to her intelligence, generosity, & witty sense of humor.
Amanda wasn’t just a perfect woman; she was the perfect human being.
Her expression softened when she noticed my open worship. “Babe, you’re so silly.”
“It’s not my fault you’re so hot and sexy.” Before she could react, I swiftly pressed into my wife from behind so she could feel my burgeoning erection. My arms encircled her, pulling her close so I could savor the warmth and firmness of her body, and the fragrance of her hair.
Amanda tried to hide her amusement, then squealed and made a poor attempt at escaping as I nuzzled her neck. “Hey, that tickles!” Eventually, her shoulders slumped in defeat, and she sighed. “I gotta admit, that chair does look like the perfect height.”
“I know, right?” My response was loud and filled with excitement, and I looked at her hopefully. “I know you’re tired and that we’re already running late, but maybe… just maybe…” I left my question hanging.
Amanda slugged me in the shoulder. “We haven’t seen Brea and her family in over 6 years. The least we can do is try not to be too late for dinner.”
I had to concede the point. “You’re right, as usual,” I grumbled.
“Besides, I’m hungry. I need to eat, and soon.”
I was desperate. “Maybe after we get back to the hotel, then?”
My wife snorted. “You are so predictable.”
“So is that a ‘yes’?”
“Go get dressed!”
“I’ll even settle for a ‘maybe’.”
Amanda was still muttering as she stripped down to her underwear before my watchful eyes. Then she opened her suitcase and began rummaging for a dinner outfit. My wife paused as she saw that I was still staring; I was certain that she also noticed the tenting in my pants.
“What?”
“Just admiring the view, that’s all.”
“Tell you what, babe. If I feel better after dinner, maybe… just maybe… I’ll give you that blowjob you’re so desperately begging for.”
Amanda leveled me with her most devastating smile, and I suddenly wondered if she had been playing me this entire time.
******************************************************************************
It was like our wedding night all over again as Amanda and I stumbled through our hotel room door in a tangle of limbs and kisses. Our tongues wrestled with each other as our lips were smeared together, and my hands refamiliarized themselves with her body. Amanda and I tripped as we crossed the threshold, almost faceplanting on the floor. We paused our intimacy to laugh at ourselves, but were all over each other again in a minute.
There were no two people in the world more in love than we were.
I was still kissing my wife and touching her all over as I began herding her towards the bed. “I want you right now,” I murmured breathlessly. “I need you right now.”
Amanda smiled into my lips. “Go shower, babe. Then come back and have a seat on the chair.”
I laughed, but hesitated. “Are you sure, Mandy?” The truth of the matter was, I wanted a blowjob. Badly. I craved them from my wife constantly. But secretly, I felt guilty whenever I asked because I knew it was selfish. But Amanda had become so skilled at giving oral sex— had become such a goddess on her knees— that it hard not to think about it all the time.
“Yes, babe. I’m sure. Now hurry up and go shower before I change my mind!”
I tugged on her arm. “Join me.”
Our roles were suddenly reversed; now Amanda was leading me by the hand as I followed her to the bathroom. “I was hoping you’d ask.”
******************************************************************************
Some of the best sex Amanda and I ever experienced occurred in the shower. There was something pragmatic yet extremely liberating about fucking under running water. We could be sloppier and dirtier than usual, and immediately clean ourselves afterwards.
I could barely contain myself, literally and figurately, as Amanda and I held each other, wet, warm, and naked.
“You better be clean if you expect me to put my mouth here,” she told me pointedly while stroking my cock with her soapy fingers.
I moaned loudly. “I love it when you do that.”
Amanda cackled. “I know exactly what you like… what you want. I know precisely which buttons to push to drive you crazy.” She continued the pretense of “cleaning” my erection.
“Goddamn it, Mandy. I’m not going to be able to hold it in if you keep doing that.”
She sneered. “You never last long!”
“And whose fault is that? Fuck it. Forget the blowjob, let’s do it right here.”
I began reaching for my wife with the intent of picking her up and pinning her to the tiled wall as I made love to her, but she batted my hands away and shook her head.
“Uh-uh.” Her rejection was cruel, and this time I knew for certain that she was playing hard-to-get. “I’m having too much fun.”
She hadn’t let go of my erection and was still stroking me steadily.
“C’mon on! That’s not fair!”
Amanda laughed.
Next, I tried to bend my wife over so I could penetrate her from behind, but she continued to dance out of my reach. My cock was now the size of a baseball bat and was so hard that it could cut diamond. Amanda had aroused me to the point where I desperately required release, whether it was by her hand or my own.
She knew it, too.
My wife told me suddenly, “I’m going to go out first.”
“I’ll come with you!”
“No. There’s something I need to do first. Just give me 5 minutes.”
Amanda opened the shower door and was gone.
I was alone with my erection, and it took herculean effort not to masturbate. But I knew what was in store for me, and gladly waited. After roughly 5 minutes, I shut off the water and anxiously rejoined my wife.
******************************************************************************
Amanda as still naked but diligently wiping down the leather armchair with disinfect wipes as I stepped out of the bathroom. Her expression was business-like and, as I usually did whenever my beautiful wife performed mundane tasks, I simply stood back and observed.
Amanda looked at me when she was finished and, somewhat defensively, asked, “What?”
“Nothing. You just make the simplest things look sexy, that’s all.”
I was trying to be romantic, but she rolled her eyes. “You probably think I’m being OCD, but I can only imagine how many people have had sex on this chair before us.”
Her words and sense of decorum were endearing to me, and I sighed. “Can you possibly be any more perfect?”
Amanda blushed modestly. “We’re about to find out. Sit down.”
I immediately obeyed. My cock quivered in anticipation as my wife grabbed a pillow from the adjacent bed and threw it on the floor between my spread-out legs. Amanda’s smile was sly and knowing as she slowly sank to her knees.
But as she leaned forward and opened her lips to suck me into her mouth, I planted a kiss on top of her head. “I love you so much, Mandy.”
“I know. I love you, too. Now shut up and let me give you a blowjob.” She planted her hand on my chest and, with a force that was not surprising from my fit wife, pushed me into a slouched position.
Amanda always started things slowly, whether it was fucking or giving oral sex. She sealed her lips around my cockhead, and licked it all over. Occasionally, she would suck gently, drawing a moan and shiver from me each time.
“Fuck… goddamn, that feels incredible…”
Gradually… very slowly to drive me mad with lust… Amanda inched her head deeper, letting the walls of her throat glide against my rigid skin. She impaled her throat inexorably on my length until she had me in a complete deepthroat. I could feel her lips creating a tight seal around my girth.
Then my wife sucked hard.
Mandy did NOT like it when I came in her mouth; we comically referred to the area above her neck as the “No Fly Zone” because she did not appreciate semen in her mouth, on her face, or in her hair. But the sensation was so exquisite that I yowled and writhed beneath her oral onslaught, involuntarily attempting to wrench myself out of her mouth before I suffered a premature accident.
Amanda, however, paused while she was still deepthroating me, murmured “Uh-uh”, and then planted her palm on my chest again to hold me in place. We both froze, and the sound of our breathing was as loud as my thundering heart. When my wife finally continued, she slowly drew her head back until only the tip of my manhood remained in her mouth before taking me in completely again.
Over and over Amanda repeated the process.
With each pass, she picked up speed.
With each pass, a thicker coat of spit and precum glistened on my shaft.
With each pass, my wife began to suck and slurp more loudly.
Wetness began to splatter everywhere… onto the leather armchair and onto the wooden floor. Amanda suddenly popped me out of her mouth and pressed my erection against her cheek as she gazed up at me alluringly A mixture of our fluids glistened on her chin and steaked my wife’s beautiful face, strangely making her adorable freckles even sexier.
“You are so fucking hot,” I breathed.
Amanda teasingly rubbed and tapped my manhood lightly on her cheek, causing a long, sticky tendril to obscenely connect the two. It had something that she had never done before, and it elicited an appropriately loud response. My wife chuckled. “I know you like your blowjobs sloppy.”
I was too speechless to answer.
Amanda sucked me down her throat again, and this time there was no pretense of romance or foreplay. She simply blew me fast and furiously, as if she was trying to beat some deadline. Her luxurious hair tossed in the air and more saliva spilled from her mouth as her head was a blur.
I typically always let my wife dictate things, but now I was so insane with desire that I palmed the sides of her head and guided her movements. Amanda kept up the pace, and latched onto my hips for support. She bobbed on my cock a few more times before suddenly stopping. I immediately took her cue and began pumping into her mouth as I kept her head still in a gentle but solid grip.
There was an obscene squelching as I enthusiastically made love to my wife’s throat.
She was drooling uncontrollably now as her chin, neck, and chest were coated in a slimy film. Palming the back of her head while I continued to thrust, I reached down with my free hand to grope her breasts. They were slick, and very fun to play with.
Amanda murmured encouragingly; she loved it when I played rough with her breasts.
But she was right; I never lasted long with her.
Only a few minutes into the best blowjob of my life, I tapped her shoulder frantically. “Mandy, I’m about to cum.” But she didn’t stop; in fact, my warning seemed to double her efforts. Even though the wonderful sensations Amanda was bestowing between my legs was heavenly, I did not want to cum in her mouth. “Did you hear me?” I practically cried. “I said, I’m about to cum!”
My wife waited until the past possible moment before yanking me out of her mouth and stroking all over her chest and belly. Her sexual fury was relentless, and she didn’t cease until she had coaxed every last drop of sperm from me. And even then, I had to bed for mercy!
Amanda chuckled proudly as she studied the literal painting that I had created on her voluptuous body while I sank back in the chair in an exhausted heap. My heart was beating so fast that I actually feared that I might suffer a heart attack or stroke. Heat was radiating from my body, and the world was spinning. It took me a moment to recover.
When my sense finally returned, Amanda was staring at me with concern. “Babe, are you ok?”
“You’re actually asking if I’m ok after what you just did to me?”
“I’m serious! For a moment there, you looked like you were about to pass out.”
“That was so freakin’ incredible. Why are you so good to me?”
Amanda kissed my knee and smiled. “Because you’re so good to me.” She looked down at her soiled self and laughed again. “Omigod, you’ve never had this much cum before. I feel like I’m wearing a sweater!”
We laughed together.
My wife rose to her feet, moving gingerly so the semen plastered on her body wouldn’t drip everywhere. “Care to join me in the shower again?”
“In a minute.” Her offer was tempting, but I suddenly had a better idea. “Let’s trade places…your turn on the chair.”
“You don’t have to, silly.”
“I know. But I want to.”
I stood up and began ushering Amanda into the space that I had just vacated.
“Babe! I’m a complete mess. At least let me rinse off.”
“I gotta be honest, the idea of eating your pussy while my cum is drying on your tits is really hot!”
Amanda threw her head back and laughed uproariously. “Omigod, you’re insane… you’re absolutely insane.”
“Your fault.” I suddenly grabbed her ankles and pulled until she was slouched in the leather seat with her bottom just over the edge, similar to how I was sitting a moment ago. Then I yanked her legs apart like a wishbone.
Amanda’s pussy was smooth and bare, just like my cock. Her clit was erect and poking out of its sheath, and the skin around her vaginal opening was dark. I licked my lips as my mouth watered.
My wife’s pussy clearly needed attention, and I was happy to oblige.
My lips melted onto Amanda’s most intimate area.
“Sy,” Amanda breathed as she gave herself to me.
“Do you like that?”
“I love that.”
I sniffed her hole. “God, you smell so good.” I took a slow and long upward lick of her slit. My wife’s flavor was thick and metallic, a telltale sign that she was aroused. My heart soared; my only wish was to make her as happy as she made me. “You taste so good, too.”
I slathered her pussy with my tongue.
I sucked and slurped on her clit.
I slipped 2, then 3, digits into Amanda’s pussy.
I worked her over with my lips and tongue. Her longs legs were stretched out before me in a wide “V”. She suddenly draped one leg over my shoulder, and then the other, and drew me in closer.
As I continued to lick, suck, and finger my wife, I peeked up at her with one eye. I noticed that Amanda often liked to touch herself… specifically, she would often cradle or fondle her own breasts… whenever I gave her cunnilingus. This time, I watched in awe as she began spreading my thick and still-warm semen over her chest like baby oil.
I murmured lustfully; Amanda looked down, and winked as we made eye contact.
I still had 3 fingered buried in her. Having long discovered one of her erogenous zones, I rotated my wrists upward and scraped gently along her inner walls. I smirked into her flesh as I created my intended effect.
Amanda bolted upright and shrieked as she gushed.
Her legs fell from my shoulders as my face shined with her essence. I licked it off my lips and rolled it on my tongue, savoring the taste. I peered at my wife, who sagged in the leather armchair like a lifeless body. Her eyes were closed, the rise and fall of her breasts was mesmerizing as she breathed hard. The pungent smell of my semen crusting on her flesh mixed with her sweat, and the combination was oddly enticing.
Happy that I was able to reciprocate the pleasure that Amanda had given me, I smiled to myself and lay my head affectionately on her lap.
After a while, Amanda sighed contently.
“I seriously love this damn chair.”
“At least we got to christen it properly.”
“I’m tempted to ask the hotel if we can buy it and take it home. It’s an awesome chair. Perfect for oral sex.”
She nodded in agreement. “Perfect for oral sex.”
“We can call it ‘The Blowjob Chair’!”
“Omigod.” We shared another laugh. “Come on, babe. You made a mess on me, so it’s only fair that you clean it up.”
Soaping my wife’s sexy body down sounded very appealing.
“Go on, I’ll be there in a sec.” Amanda immediately stood up, retrieved some more disinfectant wipes, and began diligently wiping down the wetness that we had incurred on the chair and floor. “I just want to keep it clean for the next people who use it,” she commented solemnly.
“Mandy, I absolutely adore you.”
******************************************************************************
As strange as it may sound, “The Blowjob Chair” was a boon to our marriage.
I wouldn’t say that Amanda and I had become unsatisfied with our sex life, but we were aware, in unspoken terms, that it was nearing another plateau. It wasn’t a bad thing or indicative that we were falling out of love. But we had been married for almost a decade, and dated for years prior to that. It wasn’t an insult to either of us to admit that our familiarity had put us in a rut when it came to sex.
As I looked back on our relationship, I could pinpoint each time our sex life evolved. During the time we dated and in the early years of our marriage, Amanda and I were fairly vanilla. Traditional missionary was the only position we knew, and the most daring thing we did in the bedroom during that time was give each other oral sex.
Things changed one day, though, when my wife and I started watching porn together. Amanda was aware that I often streamed X-rated videos online after she went to bed, and gave me a long leash to do so. At some point, my wife’s curiosity got the better of her, and she asked to watch it together— with the caveat that it could not be anything too hardcore or degrading— much to my astonishment!
It was one of the best things to happen to our marriage.
Porn expanded Amanda’s horizons and views on sex, and we soon began experimenting. We were in utter shock when my wife realized that she enjoyed sex in doggystyle and piledriver positions! It was the antithesis of my discovery that I savored romantic spooning.
From there, porn opened the door to other things.
We began dabbling in anal sex which was an even bigger step for us.
After that, we experimented with sex toys. One Christmas, Amanda surprised me with a battery-operated masturbator. By then, I had purchased her a plethora of dildos as well as silicone anal beads that unintentionally but hilariously looked like a sword.
Our favorite sex position by then was giving each other oral sex as we lay on our sides in a 69. However, I quickly discovered that my wife loved… LOVED… it when I used a dildo on her pussy and the anal beads in her ass while I was in her mouth, to simulate triple penetration. It was perhaps one of the greatest pleasures, aside from fucking her in trusty missionary, that I could bestow on her.
I would often taunt Amanda by mentioning mutual male friends whom we both knew would gladly join me in ravishing her.
Thus, our use of dirty sex talk as a means of foreplay and stimulation was born.
At that point, the next progression of our sex life would’ve been to start inviting other people into bed with us!
But the physical side of our marriage, while still wonderful, was in one of those ruts again by the time we embarked on that Washington DC trip. And it took something as simple as messing around on a tattered piece of future and giving it a crude, silly name like “The Blowjob Chair” to reinvigorate our sex life. Amanda and I weren’t aware of it at the time, of course, but it was a fun new kink that we would continue to enjoy for a long time.
About a month after Washington DC, Amanda decided that we needed to replace our dining room table. She promptly found one to her liking that seated 6 people. I didn’t point that we didn’t need such a large table since it was just the two of us at home, and that we seldom entertained guests.
I was happy as long as my wife was happy, so I agreed without comment.
The table was delivered a few days later. It was a stylish and made of a heavy dark cherry wood with chairs that were comfortably padded. The set also came with a bench that could sit 2, possibly 3, people.
I had been home waiting when the dining set arrived, but Amanda was just getting home from the gym. Her long black silky hair was tied in a cute ponytail that highlighted the natural incomparable beauty of her face. However, equally as poignant was the way her snug sports bra flaunted her perfect breasts, and how the form-fitting yoga pants screamed attention to her hips and incredible ass.
Most men might choose sexy underwear or a little black dress, but my hot wife in her skimpy workout clothes did it for me every time.
Amanda’s shoulders slumped as she looked at me while I studied the dining room set. “You don’t like it.” It was a statement, not a question, and she was visibly crestfallen.
“Not at all, Mandy. Are you thinking what I’m thinking?”
She threw me a quizzical look. “Apparently not?”
My grin became broader. “We need to break in the new dining room table!”
Her jaw dropped. “You mean, like how we christened that beat-up old chair in D.C.?” she asked incredulously.
“Of course. What other way is there?”
“You can’t be serious.”
“Hell yea, I’m serious, Mandy. Look at this thing! It’s solid… we can fuck on it like crazy!”
The expression that appeared on my wife’s face was more helpless resignation than annoyance. “Babe, you really do need help.”
“Obviously. I need help from this table to have hot sex with you.” I quickly continued before Amanda could make another remark. “And look at that bench! If you get on it with your hands and knees, you’d be at the perfect height to for me take you doggystyle!” I looked at it more closely and got even more excited. “And if you sat on the bench while I stood in front of you, it’d also be the perfect height for a blowjob!”
“Is everything about sex and blowjobs to you, Sy?”
I spread my hands helplessly. “I mean, it’s kinda your fault.”
I darted out of the way as my wife took a swing at me. Her face was a thundercloud, but she could never maintain it for long. Amanda began to chuckle. “Why do I have such a hard time staying mad at you?”
“Because you’re powerless against my boyish good looks and overwhelming sexiness.”
She made a retching sound.
“So… can we christen the table?”
“I’ll think about it,” my wife hmphed.
I remained rooted in place as I ogled her fabulous body.
“Now?”
“No time like the present.”
“Never mind that I might not be in the mood. I just got back from the gym, and I’m hot and sweaty. Not to mention, I stink.”
“I love sweaty sex! You know that! Besides, Mandy. You can’t expect me NOT to get all hard for you when you walk in looking like that. Have I ever told you how amazing your tits looks in that sports bra?”
Amanda sighed. “All the time.”
“Well, then!”
“Will you ever go more than 5 seconds without propositioning me for sex?”
I gave her my best puppy-dog eyes.
“Fine! But first off, I am not in the mood to give you a blowjob, so don’t even ask.”
“No problem.”
“Whatever. Secondly, I’m tired and sore all over, so you’re going to have to do all the work.”
“No problem at all!” I practically shouted. Amanda was eying me with a poorly hidden grin as she began to peel off her sweaty workout clothes. But I immediately stopped her. “Leave it on,” I begged. “I love that outfit on you.”
My wife was amused. “Ok,” she began slowly. “What do you have in mind?”
I pointed to the padded bench. “On your hands and knees.”
I stood behind Amanda as she got into position. Then I admired her incomparable ass, which seemed to be staring back at me like 2 half-moons. I ran my palms over them and squeezed gently. “God, Mandy. There’s nothing about you that’s not perfect.” I reached for the waistband of her yoga pants, and asked quietly. “I’m going to take your bottom off now, ok?”
Her tone was just as soft. “Ok.”
I carefully pulled them down, and suddenly Amanda’s silky-smooth slit was revealed to me once more.
I shucked off my clothes in record time. Licking my fingertips, I used a copious amount of saliva to lubricate my erection. Then, gripping it at the base, I carefully inserted my cockhead into her vagina and gently thrusted.
The angle was perfect, and I slid in effortlessly.
Amanda trembled and cooed as I entered her. “Mmm… that feels good.”
“I’m glad to hear that.”
She chuckled as I began to thrust rhythmically. “This bench is the perfect height.”
“See? I told you! And you didn’t believe me.”
“Yes, because not everything I think about revolves around sex!”
I took hold of Amanda’s hips to steady her as I began to pump harder. We weren’t doing anything too extreme or exotic, but I was developing a kink for having sex with my beautiful wife on new furniture. It was an odd but comical realization!
“Christening” and “breaking in”, indeed!
I was soon sweating and panting. “I think I’m going to really like this dining room set!”
I was ramming into Amanda so hard from behind now that there was a dull thud of skin on skin with each impact. However, she suddenly pointed and gasped, “Table!”
I was on the verge of cumming and was justly preoccupied. “Huh? What?”
“The table!” Her voice was urgent. “I want to do it on the table!”
It seemed like I wasn’t the only one developing a new kink!
I didn’t pull out; instead, hooked one arm around Amanda’s waist and gently guided her off the bench. Keeping her bent while I remained rooted in her pussy, I ushered my wife over to our new location. She planted her feet firmly on the ground, but rested her upper half on the tabletop.
Then I grabbed her hips again and commenced fucking her doggystyle once more.
After a few thrusts, Amanda hiked her right leg onto the table to enable me a deeper penetration and, in the process, enhance her own pleasure. “That’s it, babe. Right there! Right there! Do it harder… faster!”
I was pounded as hard as I could.
The table wasn’t giving way… and neither was my wife.
I slithered my hands upwards as I continued to make love to Amanda, boldly slipping my hands beneath her sports bra to cup and squeeze her breasts.
I couldn’t contain myself any longer, and erupted in her pussy about 3 seconds later.
I gently lay atop my wife, needing to feel her warmth and firmness beneath me. We interlocked fingers as I placed my hand atop of hers, and I kissed her hair softly. She reeked of sweat, but it acted like a pheromone. “Thank you, Mandy. That was amazing.”
Amanda’s leg weakly slid off the table so that both feet were on the floor again. Her upper body remained resting on the table, but she turned her head to face me. Her smile made her impossibly more beautiful, and it made my heart ache. “Yea, I guess that was ok,” she commented drolly.
“Ouch!”
“That bench isn’t nearly as comfortable as the ‘blowjob chair’, but I like it. The table’s a good height for us, too.”
There were no words to describe how meaningful my wife’s enthusiasm was to me.
Amanda suddenly threw me a peculiar look and it was my turn to regard her curiously.
“What?”
She feigned nonchalance. “We got the bench and table out of the way. But we still have the 6 chairs left to break in…”
******************************************************************************
I decided to take a random Tuesday off from work.
Amanda, as usual, left home early in the morning, so I was able to sleep in. I lounged in bed for some time, and then took my taking making and eating breakfast. It was already mid-morning by the time I decided to do something productive and clean the fishpond. I was very attached to my goldfish and koi, and to the pond itself since I had dug the hole and constructed it myself with concrete.
Cleaning the pond and pond equipment would undoubtedly sound tedious to most people, but it was extremely relaxing and therapeutic for me.
I caught and transferred all the fish to a temporary container, shut off the pumps and UV cleaner, and completely drained the water. I thoroughly cleaned all the equipment first before climbing into the empty pond to scrub it down. I had barely gotten started when my cell phone rang.
“Hey, Mandy. What’s up?”
“Guess what I just got!” She sounded very excited.
My wife was at work, so I figured it was something work-related. “Another promotion?”
“No, silly.” I could sense Amanda grinning on the other side of the phone. “A brand-new office chair!”
I was kneeling in the empty pond, and staring at the unsightly algae and grime caked on its walls. I was intent on getting my precious fish back into their regular habitat as soon as possible, so I totally missed what she was trying to tell me. “Oh, ok.”
“I’m feeling exceptionally frisky right now, and if you hurry and get over here, we can christen it properly before my 1 o’clock meeting.”
It took a moment for the implication to sink in.
“Hello?”
“I’m here, Mandy. Let me get this straight: you’re asking for a booty call at work on a Tuesday afternoon?”
“Yes. Why? Are you complaining?”
“No, no! Not at all!” I was pleasantly stunned. My wife could be as sexually voracious as me, but this was a surprise.
“If you’re too busy on your day off, maybe I can find someone else to scratch my itch,” Amanda taunted. “There’s a new intern who started yesterday. He’s gorgeous and just turned 21. I bet he can last longer than you, old man.”
Considering that I was over 10 years older than my wife, it was the perfect jab. But I thought to myself: Two can play at this game. “What about Glenn? He’s wanted to fuck you since the moment he hired you.”
Glenn was, of course, my wife’s boss who was old enough to be her father, and whose name came up more than anyone else’s during dirty sex talk.
She wisely let that pass. “Whatever. Do you have time?”
“Of course. I’ll clean up and be right over.”
“Love you, Babe. But hurry. I have to be at that meeting on time.”
I left all of my cleaning supplies where they were, leapt out of the pond, and rushed into the house to shower. Before I went inside, however, I glanced at my beloved goldfish and koi that were swimming idly in their temporary habitat.
“Sorry, guys. I’ll be back soon.”
******************************************************************************
The elevator door opened.
I stepped out, rounded a corner, and came to a receptionist’s station. There was an older woman sitting behind a large semi-circular desk who looked up and smiled. Her name was Eleanor, and my wife referred to her as the “mother hen” of their department. She was kind and caring, maternal to everyone. Amanda had taken an immediate liking to her.
Eleanor was also the “gossip queen” at work.
“Hello, Mr. Rappaport,” she greeted me warmly. Behind her stood an imposing security guard who appeared to take his job very seriously.
“Hello, Eleanor.” After we exchanged pleasantries, I stated, “I’m here to see my wife.”
“I know. Mrs. Rappaport mentioned that she’s expecting you. She already issued your clearance, so you can head to her office without an escort.” The woman glanced at the security guard, who nodded curtly.
“Thanks, Eleanor. Good to see you again.”
“Good to see you, too, Mr. Rapport.” I strolled past the receptionist’s station, down a long hallway, and up a spiral staircase that led directly to Amanda’s office. It was the most coveted workspace in the building— at least, that’s how my wife proudly described it— because not only did her office have a fantastic panoramic view of the city, but also contained its own private bathroom.
Feeling excited though I wasn’t entirely sure what to expect, I knocked. The door immediately swung opened, and Amanda poked her head out. She was dressed formally, as usually, with a tight knee-length skirt that outlined her wonderful ass and a matching gray blazer over a white silk blouse. Amanda’s hair was wound into a chic bun and black-rimmed glasses sat on her nose. High black heels completed the outfit.
She looked professional… and very, very sexy.
Before I could greet her, Amanda grabbed my shirt, yanked me into her office, and kicked the door shut behind us.
We were making out before I even realized what was going on!
When she finally gave me respite, I commented impudently, “Wow, what’s gotten into you today?”
“I’m ovulating, and I’m really, really horny.”
“Yea, I can tell. Sounds like you need to invest in a vibrator or something.”
My wife slugged me in the shoulder. “Isn’t that what I have you for?”
“Yes, ma’am. But, um, aren’t you afraid that someone might walk in on us?”
Amanda made a dismissive sound. “I told my staff that I’d be busy over lunch, and politely asked them not to bother me.”
My mischievous expression matched hers. But then I happened to glance behind her and noticed the new office chair. The seat and back were composed of black leather that appeared very cushiony. I could immediately tell that it was an expensive piece of furniture. “So that’s the chair you’re so excited about, huh?”
“I told Glenn that I needed a new one, and he put it in requisition right away. It’s so comfortable!” She suddenly gave me a hard look, and the atmosphere abruptly changed. “Wanna have sex on it?”
“Why else am I here?”
We were kissing and hugging again as we shambled as one over to the aforementioned chair. Amanda and I were still tongue-tied and holding each other when she pushed the seat away from her desk with looking. It rolled to the wall with a bang.
“We gotta make this quick, babe. I HAVE to be at that meeting in 10 minutes.”
I generally preferred prolonged foreplay, but there was something sexy about quickies, too. “We can be done in five minutes.” I smirked and started to undress.
“No time for that. Just unzip your pants and sit down.”
“Wow, talk about desperate!” But I obeyed without hesitation. My penis was already hard in anticipation, so I fished it out easily and settled into the chair. I had to admit, it was very comfortable.
“Make sure you brace it against the wall. I don’t want to be rolling all over the place!” I chuckled at the hilarious mental picture. But Amanda was all business as she approached, pulled down her panties, and hiked up her skirt.
I barely had time to admire her bottom for the countless time before she brought her vagina to the tip of my manhood, and carefully impaled herself.
A strange but funny thought occurred to me: this was the first time that we ever had sex with our clothes on!
A loud sigh escaped Amanda’s lips as she sunk herself onto my lap. “Ohhh… that feels so good… I’ve been waiting for this all morning.”
“I’m happy to be of service.”
“I love you. Thanks for coming to see me on your day off… and on such short notice.”
“There are worse things in life that I can think of than banging you at your place of employment… which I think is really kinky, by the way.”
Amanda snorted. “I knew you’d say that!” However, she began to slowly rubbed her bottom on my lap. “Just sit there. I’ll do the work this time.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
Amanda placed her hands on the armrest for support and leaned forward akin to a skier’s position as she alternately bounced and grinded on my lap. I placed my hands lightly on her hips for safety and support. I did NOT attempt to guide her movements as I often did when we made love in a reverse cowgirl position. My wife clearly knew what she wanted and had a plan, and I was more than happy to let her dictate.
If fact, I loved it when she took charge.
Amanda was rolling her hips in a forward-and-back motion, and I could feel the depth of my penetration as she toyed with my manhood like a joystick. She lolled her head back, rested it on the front of my shoulder, and turned towards me. I leaned in and slipped my tongue into her mouth, tasting her as we murmured and moaned into each other’s lips.
My wife was still driving the moment but I reached around her body to unbutton the front of her blazer, and then her silk blouse. Reaching in, my hands predictably sought her breasts and slithered beneath her bra. Amanda’s breasts were warm and firm, and were my sexual inspiration, as always.
“Your tits are incredible,” I murmured in her ear. “I could play with them all day.”
“Yea? You like them?”
“I fucking love them.”
Amanda suddenly pushed harder into me. It was a good thing that the chair was braced again the wall, or we would’ve been rolling across her office! “I like it when you’re rough with them.” It was more of a needy request than a statement.
I immediately squeezed her breasts hard and mashed them together.
In response, Amanda began to bounce on my lap more urgently. “My nipples, too. Don’t forget my nipples… pull on them while I’m riding you.”
My wife’s nipples were as erect as my cock, and I had no trouble tugging and tweaking them with my thumb and forefingers.”
“Omigod,” she moaned.
I kissed her neck and licked her behind the ear. “Shhh… careful, Mandy. Or else your staff is going to discover that their hot boss likes afternoon quickies in her office.” I made the pretense of clamping my hand over her mouth. It was purely to add to the eroticism of the moment, and Amanda sucked on my finger suggestively.
Her gesture definitely added to the eroticism of the moment!
Amanda was pounding my lap furiously now, causing me to grunt with each impact. I kept my hands attached to her breasts, however, cupping and squeezing them as I continued to rolled her nipples between my fingers. My wife was gasping and swearing, and I happily realized that she was about to climax just as I was.
And when we both achieved that moment of bliss, we stopped and pushed hard into each other… Mandy down into me while I thrusted upward into her… like 2 unstoppable objects smashed together. We orgasmed as one, sweating and trembling as neither of us would give any ground. Finally, I let out an explosive breath and collapsed into Amanda’s chair. A split second later, she went limp and settled beautifully into my embrace.
We didn’t speak for a moment.
“That was amazing.”
“I think we need to have quickies in your office more often. This chair is perfect.”
“More perfect than your ‘blowjob chair’?” Amanda asked sarcastically.
“Ah, yes. The ‘blowjob chair’. I really wish we could’ve brought that damn thing home.”
“That chair was disgusting. Comfortable, but disgusting.”
“But that was part of its charm!” I protested. I then grinned impudently. “You know, Mandy, this chair is the perfect height, too. Maybe one of these days…”
Her eyes narrowed. “You expect me to give you a blowjob in my office while you’re sitting in my chair?”
I suddenly imagined my beautiful wife on her knees beneath her desk and giving me oral sex while I sat in her throne. “Well, the idea did sort of cross my mind,” I replied sheepishly. “Or, maybe next time, I can just bend you over the desk and nail you from behind.”
“That has a better chance of happening. I need to freshen up before my meeting. You can leave now.”
“You’re just going to kick me out now that we’re done?”
Amanda chuckled evilly. “That’s exactly what I’m going to do!” But she kissed me sweetly on the cheek. “I love you, babe. Thank you again. I really needed that.”
“I love you, too, Mandy. And trust me, I’m willing to have quickies in your office any time you want!”
My wife laughed gaily and punched me again before giving me yet another kiss, this time a passionate one on my lips. I instinctively attempted to pull her to me, hoping for another round of hot sex, but twisted away and flashed me a cruel smile. “I’m sure you’re competent enough to see yourself out.”
Then, with her panties clutched in her grip, Amanda scampered into the bathroom and shut the door behind her.
I rose to my feet, zipped my pants, and quietly left my wife’s office, pausing long enough to glance at her new leather office chair one final time and chuckle.
And as I passed the receptionist’s station on my way to the elevator, Eleanor was grinning as if she was privy to something that she wasn’t supposed to know.
******************************************************************************
Since the wonderful quickie in Amanda’s office, we’ve indulged in our kink a few more times.
We had sex in the back seat of our brand-new SUV, and my wife was kind enough to give me a blowjob a few days later as I sat in the driver’s seat (the vehicle obviously wasn’t a piece of furniture, but we reasoned that the seats could be defined as such!).
Amanda and I recently purchased an electric bed, and we used it to go down on each other in a 69 almost immediately after it was delivered. For good measure, we made love in it that same night before falling asleep in it for the first time. If there was any furniture that my wife and I were going to christen properly, it was definitely a new bed!
Currently, as of this writing, Amanda and I recently ordered new outdoor lounge chairs, and while she merely laughs and swears that it’ll never happen, I’m profusely hoping that we’ll have sex on them someday soon.
Along with sharing my hot wife in a threesome, outdoor sex is near the top of my sexual bucket list.
The events in this story might seem bizarre to most readers, but the love my wife and I possess for each other is even stronger because of them.
And to think, it all started with “The Blowjob Chair”!