At this point I pondered what would Alex want to be done to his dick.
I figured out that my mouth should work the way my pussy does, which is accommodating Alex’s dick. So, I took the head in my mouth and let my lips slid down onto the shaft as far as I could go until the head hit my throat. I stayed there for a while, then I tightening my lips grip around the shaft and pulled my head back.
Alex’s moaning grew louder.
A couple of lips strokes up and down the swollen shaft, and I heard the now familiar groan. Alex’s grip tightened on my back and hip. His stomach muscles became as hard and tough as cobblestones. He arched his back, thrusting his hips up, and I felt his head and torso rising up behind me. His breathing quickened, and he gave a loud whooping cry before his dick twitched vigorously in my mouth, and a geyser of hot liquid exploded in my mouth.
I kind of considered avoiding the previous mess by taking all the cum in my mouth, but it was more than what I expected and what my mouth can hold; so I had to let go his dick from my mouth, and it showered my face and sprayed cum in all directions.
After he calmed down, I turned my head to see Alex’s face. He grabbed my head by the hair, pulled it back toward his face, and plant a long kiss on my lips. Cum dripping from my mouth and on my face didn’t bother him. He actually licked some of it while giving me the same passionate kiss he gave me before.
“Did you like what I have done?” I asked.
“I loved it, and I love you!” he said.
For long time after that day, I kept wondering how I did that. What was this driving force that led me to go down on a man, although he was my husband. I tried, discretely, to inquire about blow job from my sisters and my friends. I found out that most of them know about it, and so many of them were doing it with their husbands or boyfriends. But for myself, I never knew about it before.
I was also curious to know what Alex thought about me for doing it. Could he think that I knew about blow job? Or could he think that I may have gone down on another man before marriage? He never asked.
After that day, blow job became the cream of our love-making; I would never miss the opportunity to go down on Alex, in bed, in the kitchen, in the car, at the beach, even on the train once. I would love to hold his dick, kiss it, hug it, and even talk to it; that one day, Alex joked about getting jealous of his dick.