Time for his reward

I had lost all track of time as I sat there and diligently worked away at the problems in front of me. Ben had messaged a few times, but they were simple questions and didn’t really pull me out of my flow. It felt amazing to really get back into coding as a serious job. There was a pride in my actions that I hadn’t been able to feel in a long time. Even at my last job, it has felt like I was just treading water and doing the easy work while everyone else took the challenging and fun assignments. Now, I was the lead on this project and it felt amazing for it all to rest on my shoulders like it did.

For the first time since earlier that morning, I felt a change in the music. It was hard to place what was different. That same double beat was there, the flowing and airy music still seemed too ethereal to grasp and easily slipped from my mind. Yet I could feel my brain catching on something. Deciding to go check on Melissa to see if something had changed, I turned just in time to see her stepping into the room.

I smiled as I looked her over. She looked amazing to me, her bright red hair all up in a messy bun. Even in just the yoga pants and t-shirt she had on, she made my breath catch. I went to stand up only for her to motion for me to stay where I was. “I think it is time for your reward Missy, don’t you?”

I grinned at the little joke. I felt too relaxed to care that she had just called me by the nickname of the fake woman I represented. My tongue slipped out from between my lips and the taste of the lipstick on my lips reminded me that I didn’t just represent her online any more. My eyes went wide as fear spiked in my mind at being seen like this again. Right then, the voice I had been listening to and copying all day began to speak.

“You have done so well. You have completed the first step in relaxation. Now, let us begin the second step. Repeat after me.” My attention was being pulled in too many ways. Melissa was swaying into the room and moving towards me, clearly on a mission of pleasure. The fear and unease at my current state of dress also nagged at me for the first time in hours. I started to think about the fact that we had not even managed to work through the problem of Missy needing to be in the office soon. All of these thoughts warred with the new words that came out of the ear pieces. It was too much for me to handle.

My brain made the executive decision to let go. It was easy to focus the majority of my attention on the woman I loved. It was obvious that she was happy with me and I sincerely wanted to keep that going. I trusted her, so if she was doing something it must have been in my best interest. Letting go of my fears and my anxiety was easy in that moment. With all of my attention on my wife, my body responded to the new words in my ear the way it had been conditioned to all day, it followed along.

“I am comfortable.” The words slipped from my lips as Melissa kneeled down in front of me. Her eyes looked up at mine through the veil of her long eyelashes as she reached over and undid the pants I had been wearing all day. It was only natural of me to stand up enough for her to be able to pull the tight slacks down enough for the bulge to be visible in the panties she had put me in that morning. With the tight pants around my knees, I felt more than a little trapped as my wife leaned in and placed a kiss directly on my pantie covered cock.

“I will please those I love.” Melissa’s giggle at that phrase didn’t surprise me. She had always loved how much I enjoyed pleasing her. Another kiss touched the bulge in the panties I had on, her hand slipping over the silky material and stroking it back and forth along my hardening shaft.

“I am relaxed.” I couldn’t imagine a more relaxing sensation than my wife kneeling before me and preparing to suck my dick. It was the ultimate feeling for a man to see a sexy woman in front of him working to please him. I loved pleasing her, but I also loved when she pleased me. Her hand continued to jack me off, the slickness of the panties providing a friction that was new to me.

“I will dress to please those I love.” This was a new line. It made sense of course. It was something I sometimes asked of my wife, to dress up for me. I had always loved her in stiletto heels and short dresses. Of course I would dress to please those I love, because I want to please those I love. A new sensation of warmth touched my hard cock as her tongue slipped out and licked along the ridge of my cock, the warm wet appendage left a trail of saliva along the panties as she licked me through the material.

“I trust those I love.” I was no longer looking at Melissa, the large breasts that had been stuffed into the blouse I had on made it impossible to see her as I sat there with a rigid posture and my wife buried her face in my crotch. Instead, my head lolled back and my eyes closed. I could picture her though. I saw her on our wedding day, the way she had looked when she spoke those vows to me. I trusted my wife with everything. I could feel the panties now too small to contain the hard dick in my lap. While not over-endowed, I was still blessed with a decently sized penis. The slightly thicker than normal seven inch shaft had worked its way free of the panty prison and had escaped out the top. I almost groaned out as I felt her mouth take in the head and her tongue slip into the slit along the tip.

“I want to feel sexy.” The words slipped from my lips before I realized what they meant. I was so busy focusing on the blowjob I was receiving that I simply followed along with the instructions I had been following all day. As my brain caught up with my voice I smiled. Of course I wanted to feel sexy and what could feel sexier than getting lucky with the woman I loved. I could feel her pulling the panties even farther down as she began to bob up and down on the shaft. Her warm wet mouth began to engulf more and more of my shaft.

There was a weird lull in the words this time. Almost like a phrase was missing. My mind tried to focus on it, but the next repetition of words came on before I could figure out what bothered me about it. With each phrase, I got closer and closer to orgasm. My mind drifted further and further from what I was saying, focusing more and more on the feelings coming from my cock. I pictured back to the few times Melissa had done this for me before. Each of them had been a special event.

On our wedding night she had looked amazing, the veil pushed back, her white corset pushing her bountiful breasts up and out, the tall white stiletto heels making her amazing ass stand out even more. She had been the picture of femininity. The ultimate sexy bride.

Our honeymoon had been another. After a long night of partying at the club, she had brought me home. Her tiny black dress had turned every man’s head that night. Her long smooth legs ended in the black heels so high that she never wore them again unless it was in the bedroom. All I could see was her crawling towards me as I laid on the bed, a perfect seductress. The ideal sexy feminine woman.

I could feel myself getting close. The orgasm built up in my body. My mind slipped back to the last time she had done this for me. A birthday during the pandemic. We had decided to celebrate our time together. I had convinced her that a little roleplay would be fun. I had always had a thing for the hot librarian look. Pulling out some of her tighter and sexier work outfits, she had played out being my secretary. I had even been in the exact chair I was in now as she did it.

I thought back to how I was today, dressed up in her feminine clothes. My stunningly happy wife giving me the reward for doing what she had asked. I had one last thought before I came. I felt sexy with my wife sucking my cock. I also felt sexy with her doing it while I wore her clothes. Something about that taboo act struck a chord deep within me that I had never seen. That was the last thought before my cock erupted in her mouth.