Unexpected Top(8)

Urgency guided his movements as he thrust shallowly in and out of her mouth, never going very deep before withdrawing most of the way again. Cissy gave herself over to him and felt a small surge of fluid as his pre-cum began to flow. With another groan, Len began to drive relentlessly inside, pushing farther and farther into her mouth until the head of his cock hit the soft palate. He knew from experience not to try to go farther. It didn’t matter. Len was still losing his mind and her panties were soaked with her juices. She couldn’t believe she got off this much from controlling him, but it was obvious she did.

His face was contorted and it was difficult to tell if it was in pleasure, pain or a mixture of both. “Fuck…”

She would’ve chuckled if her mouth wasn’t full. Men were so easy. Sure, all he’d done was the dishes, garbage and recycling, which some women might not think was worthy of a blowjob, but it was way more than he’d ever have done in one night. Already she was achieving her aim of getting him under her control, of taking him in hand. Granting a few sexual favors was well worth it to meet her ultimate goal.

Len clutched the headboard and a sharp creaking noise proved how tight his hold on the wood was. He was very close. Normally Cissy wasn’t much of a swallower, but she figured if she was going to do this she’d need to bite the bullet, as the case may be. He looked down at her, his face taut with tension.

“Close.” Cissy didn’t pull off and his eyes widened. A litany of swear words streamed from his mouth and a few seconds later he came in a roar. She had to concentrate to swallow as stream after stream of hot, salty cum landed on her tongue. Never one to enjoy swallowing, she found it ratcheted up her arousal even more to know she was doing this for Len, whereas before she would’ve pulled off. Surely he’d been expecting her to.



Len’s head blew off, almost literally, when he came in Cissy’s mouth. His brain was certainly nowhere to be found. She hadn’t let him do that in years. He’d venture to say they’d still been dating the last time she’d allowed it. What had come over his Cissy?

As he withdrew and collapsed on the bed next to her, an image of how she’d cuffed him to the bed the other night came rushing back. He’d gone lightheaded holding his breath, feeling helpless and waiting to see what she’d do next. Len had always been the aggressor in their sexual relationship, but that night Cissy had taken over, and fuck, was it sexy. He couldn’t wait until she pulled out the cuffs again.

If all he had to do was a few chores to get treatment like the cock sucking tonight and the sex before, he was in. After he’d caught his breath, he had a debate with himself. If he did the vacuuming and sweeping tonight, there was another blowjob to be had, but would it be worth it? Could he even come again? At thirty-five, he wasn’t able to snap his fingers and get a second erection. Of course, if it took a little longer to orgasm this time he’d have the prolonged pleasure of Cissy’s mouth wrapped around his cock.

Decision made, he climbed out of bed.

“Where are you going?”

He grinned at his wife. “To do some more chores.” One sculpted eyebrow rose, but she said nothing and he pulled on his boxers before leaving the room. Soon he returned, though. “Um, where’s the vacuum cleaner?” Len’s face went hot with embarrassment.

Cissy sighed. “In the hall closet.”

Len exited again and as he thumped down the stairs, he wondered how long it had resided in that location. He really should’ve known where the vacuum cleaner was, and he was chagrined it had been so long since he’d vacuumed he’d had no idea where the damn thing was.

After hauling it out, he looked around the bottom floor, trying to decide which room to do first. With a shrug he pushed the vacuum cleaner into the dining room and started there. By the time he’d finished the living and dining rooms, his neck was starting to ache and he felt even worse he hadn’t been helping Cissy do stuff like this. She had a long-standing, chronic neck problem and he couldn’t imagine vacuuming helped her condition. If her aim was making him feel like an asshole for not being more helpful, it was working.

He finished up with the downstairs and was about to go upstairs when he remembered the stairs were carpeted too. Stopping, he looked over the attachments and had to go ask Cissy which one would work best. By the time he got the proper attachment set up he felt like a complete idiot. Len did the stairs and then got the bedrooms done before tackling the sweeping. He ached all over by the time he was finished with both chores and he hoped Cissy did them in smaller increments.