The Birthday Handjob Ch. 02

The Birthday Handjob

by FirstTimeCaller75

Ada has a special celebration planned for her husband's birthday. But her new medication has awakened something unexpected in both of them.

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Chapter 2: The Surprise Present

Jordan and Ada carried on a lot of their marital conversation through text messages. Articles, memes, and lists flowed between them all day long, and for planning purposes she would often check with him via text so he had time to consider.

But months ago, when she had asked him what he wanted for his 50th birthday, Jordan's response was had been quick. He texted her back a lewd Japanese-style cartoon--a hentai, she now knew--of an absurdly busty blond nursing a guy who lay across her lap, one of her hands jerking his cock, the other cradling his head against her breast. Both the girl's breasts and the guy's cock were drawn as enormous, disproportionate caricatures.

(Ada) You want me to buy you a sexy anime?

(Jordan) No, I was hoping you'd do that to me.

(Ada) Ah. Do I have to be blond? You don't want a motorcycle or something?

Jordan hated motorcycles: too many tales from the ER. But he knew this was a difficult request for her.

(Jordan) No worries if you don't want to do it. But if you're willing, I'd love to try this position with you.....

The thing was, she was happy to give him a handjob and often did-that was usually when she tried out the different dominatrix lines she felt so inauthentic saying. But she really didn't want him sucking on her nipples. She was never comfortable having her breasts fondled and nipples sucked in a sexual way--it just hadn't ever felt... sexy. She'd nursed two babies and that had been fine: wonderful even. It was a major component of bonding with your newborn. But that was done now, and that was all she wanted to do with her mammary glands. Breasts were for feeding children--the nerves there just weren't erotic. Too bad men were so obsessed with them.

But it was his birthday. And another interesting side effect of the little green pills had been that suddenly her breasts were quite sensitive, and maybe they even needed something. She'd massaged them a bit the other day in the shower, checking for lumps as you're supposed to do, and the feelings had been pleasant rather than uncomfortably clinical for the first time she could remember. She'd quickly switched to massaging her clit and the orgasm that followed was fast and intense. Frankly, the whole morning had been a blur afterwards, but she was banking on the idea that the RU-9712 had finally unlocked whatever it was that made other women enjoy or at least tolerate men playing with their boobs.

When she decided that she was ready to give him this fantasy experience for his birthday, it had entailed a few other purchases as well. The stunning blue sundress she wore, for instance, was flirty and normally something she'd consider far too young and short for her. It felt a little like wearing lingerie in public: she was constantly tugging the hem down. It was the sort of thing she'd worn in college (for instance the night she'd seduced Jordan freshman year) but not since, and it hadn't been cheap. But combined with the new bra she'd purchased, which had an impressive amount of structure given how little of it there was, it made her cleavage look amazing, and Jordan was enjoying it. Hell, she enjoyed looking at it herself, in the mirror or just glancing down her own front. So why not splurge a bit? It's really part of the gift for him.

Jordan was now scarfing down the noodles, which was a waste. Ada was savoring hers. "You don't need to rush, we have all night," she chided, even though her own arousal had grown significantly after ten minutes of stares and a few gropes he'd directed her way since her return. She'd definitely slapped his hands away, but not before they found their mark. She felt the urgency of both her own desire and his, but she wanted to him to take his time enjoying it! And she was still a little anxious about the actual birthday gift.

Most of her arousal was collected in her now molten core, and while her nipples could definitely feel the silky padding of her bra under the lace, her breasts were also lashed into place and so the stimulation was minimal. She still wasn't entirely sure she'd be able to let him latch onto a nipple and suck the way he seemed to want to do--sometimes when he did that, it tickled so badly she just bucked him off of her. But she screwed up her determination. Just close your eyes and think of England! It'll be my turn soon. *** Jordan sat on the side of the bed and eyed her as she stood before him. Ada was still wearing the sundress, and she cast an appraising eye at him now: "Off, or on?" she challenged him, striking a dancer's pose. He always said he thought she was sexiest naked, but she knew at her age her heavy breasts looked best with a little support. She'd bought the dress hoping at some point to re-enact the classic "railed in a sundress" meme, but it was just too nice. At this point, she figured that when they started to get intimate she would have to find a way to get it off, to keep it from getting ripped, or stained with... fluids.

She also knew that his fantasy was not going to allow her to keep her bra on for long, but she still held out hope that he'd re-focus on fucking her needy, drooling cunt, which was clamoring for attention, and leave the nipple play for another time... or never. Never could work.

Jordan smiled ruefully, "You look exquisite in that, but I really think I'll need to unwrap my present before I enjoy it, don't you?"

She raised an eyebrow at him, then shimmied her hips a bit, grasping the straps of her underwear through her dress until they slipped over her butt. The lacy blue bikini-style bottoms fell down her legs, and she stepped out of them. "You're quite the panty dropper, young man. Wouldn't you like to bend me over on this bed and have your way with me?"

Jordan's eyes roamed over her curves, the way her dress hugged her ass and breasts, and seemed to waver. His cock was straining against his pants, and he was clearly tempted.

Ada felt a sense of triumph. It wasn't quite what he'd asked for, but she knew he'd be sated by some urgent, doggy-style fucking. Her ass had been a fixation of his since they'd first started dating, and rutting behind her was one of his favorite ways to cum. More to the point, she wanted that deep dick attention now: foreplay was definitely not necessary tonight, and she had been squirming through dinner thinking about this moment. She looked down at the crotch of the discarded underwear beneath her, and it was visibly wet, the lighter blue darkened to navy where they had been sopping up her arousal.

Jordan's gaze intensified, his eyes locking with Ada's as he took in the sight of her curvaceous body, accentuated by the form-fitting sundress. Her challenge hung in the air, the question lingering between them. Should he take her right there, bend her over the bed, and indulge in the sight of that tantalizing ass? Or hold out for his fantasy? The decision seemed to torment him, his eyes flicking between her face and the provocative dress. *** "Why not both?" she murmured after a long pause.

She broke the spell and reached for the button of his pants, slowly unfastening his belt, her fingers teasing the zipper as she slid her hands inside. Jordan's breath hitched as he felt her warm hands grasp his erect cock, freed from the confines of his pants. She pulled his pants and underwear down in one motion. His erection spend forward, proud and hard as stone.

Ada knelt before him, her eyes locking with his as she took the length of him into her mouth. Her tongue swirled and teased, her lips gliding up and down, savoring the taste and feel of him. Jordan's hands tangled in her hair, guiding her pace, surrendering to the pleasure she was offering.

As Ada continued her oral exploration, she made eyes at him, watching his face and winking when he opened his eyes again. Jordan groaned at the sight, his hips bucking involuntarily as he watched her breasts sway with each movement of her head.

"Fuck, Ada... You're driving me mad," Jordan panted, his hands reaching down to grasp her breasts, squeezing them gently, thumbs brushing over her erect nipples.

Ada moaned in response, the vibrations sending shivers down Jordan's spine. She stood, pulling the front of her dress down a bit, her breasts suspended by the demi-bra and on full display. "Now, it's time for your present."

As Ada's fingers wrapped around Jordan's erect cock, she sat down on the bed, inviting Jordan to join her. He lay in her lap, and she leaned forward, offering her breasts to him, just as he had fantasized. She took a moment to retrieve some lube, squirting a generous help in one hand, then spread it across his twitching tumescence. He is a good boy.

Her hand on his throbbing penis began to pump slowly. Jordan's mouth watered at the sight of her heavy breasts, his lips parting slightly as he turned his head towards her, his tongue darting out to taste her nipple.

Ada's breasts were full and heavy, the nipples just above the cup of her demi-bra already taut with anticipation. As Jordan's warm mouth closed around one nipple, suckling gently, Ada felt a sudden, unexpected sensation. It started as a tingling deep within her breasts, a warmth spreading outward. The sensation intensified, and she felt a release, the warmness flowing downward directly into Jordan's waiting mouth.

Ada, her chest heaving, noticed the strange heat on her skin, a sensation originating from her nipples instead of the tickle that sometimes accompanied this kind of nipple play and forced her to halt Jordan too soon. Confused, she brought her hand to her other breast, only to feel a sticky, wet substance coating her fingers. Jordan, his eyes widening with surprise, extended his tongue again, touching the liquid tentatively. The taste was familiar, and yet, he couldn't quite place it. "What is this?" Jordan asked, his voice laced with a mixture of intrigue and uncertainty. "I... I don't know," Ada replied, a hint of concern creeping into her voice. "It just suddenly started... flowing. But why? It's... sticky." Jordan and Ada exchanged a glance, a mixture of confusion and arousal flashing between them.

Ada felt a momentary discomfort. Should they continue? Was this safe? She touched her wet finger to her mouth and realized the obvious-she was lactating. Oh no! But she had committed to following through on this position for his birthday, hadn't she? Jordan latched on to her nipple again, taking another exploratory taste. She felt his cock twitch in her hand, and his body shuddered.

The taste of her warm, sweet milk hit Jordan's taste buds, and he moaned softly, the sensation overwhelming. It was as if her milk held a power, a drug that clouded his mind and heightened his pleasure. He suckled harder, greedily drinking from her, his tongue lapping at the milk that escaped the corners of his mouth.

"I don't know what this is, but I know it feels incredible," Jordan whispered, his eyes locking with Ada's, conveying a mixture of wonder and desire. "Please don't stop now. We can figure this out together."

Ada gasped at the feeling of her milk being drawn out, a sensation that was at once deeply intimate and-for the first time-incredibly arousing. She could feel Jordan's mouth working, his tongue and lips stimulating her in a way that sent sparks of pleasure through her body. Her clit seemed to be wired directly to her nipples, a cliche she'd heard about but never expected to experience.

"Oh, Jordan... I can feel it. Keep suckling, my love. Drink from me," Ada whispered, her voice thick with desire.

Jordan, under the spell of Ada's milk, her pumping fist, and his own fantasies, nodded eagerly. His eyes closed in concentration as he focused on the task at hand. His mouth worked feverishly, his hands reaching up to cup and massage her breasts, encouraging the flow of milk. ** Jordan's submissive nature was an integral part of his sexual identity that he'd never shared with anyone but Ada, a hidden side that he had kept locked away until he'd finally felt comfortable enough to confess it about fifteen years ago. Even before telling her, he had spent much of their relationship fantasizing about submitting to her. He had hoped that their new honesty on this subject would be a release, a freedom to embrace his true self without fear or judgment. But after she'd found out, they'd never really explored it much-or at least not as deeply as he had dreamed. Occasionally she'd use a few bossy phrases in bed, and it would usually get him off immediately* the first time. But they grew stale with repetition, and she was mostly quiet when they made love.

What he wanted was to go on a journey of sexual exploration and discovery with Ada. He wanted to surrender himself completely to the woman who held his heart and ignited his desires. He wished they could negotiate things so that Ada's dominance extended beyond the bedroom, permeating their everyday lives. He wanted to do the dishes because his gentle femdom wife commanded him to. He wanted her to plan their sexual encounters, to craft scenarios that pushed his boundaries, and to be surprised by new things she forced him to do. He wanted her dominance to be a constant presence, a comforting weight that grounded him, a beacon that guided him through the chaos of life.

His deepest fantasy was to be programmed to obey her, using classical conditioning to associate handjobs with submissive obedience. He liked to fantasize that she was training him when he masturbated, her hand replacing his to tease and dominate him until he was in a submissive trance, unable to disobey. But she didn't really feel comfortable with any of that.

Since he also quite liked her breasts, and she never really let him play with them, this birthday handjob and nipple play had been intended as a consolation prize, though frankly a pretty good one. ** The milk flowed freely now, coating Jordan's tongue and throat as he swallowed, his Adam's apple bobbing with each gulp. The sensation of being so intimately connected to Ada, of consuming her feminine essence*, sent waves of pleasure through his body, clouding his mind with a haze of lust... and something more. Devotion? He'd read about "subspace"-experienced some very mild forms of it during late-night gooning sessions. This was more intense. "Finally!" he thought.

Ada, meanwhile, felt a rush of power and connection unlike anything she had ever experienced. Oxytocin was flooding her brain because of the lactation, and combined with the intimate act of Jordan suckling at her breast and his cock in her hand, it was creating an intense emotional and physical bond. Gone was her fear and discomfort. She felt a deep understanding of Jordan's needs and an overwhelming desire to please and care for him. And, perhaps unusually, she also felt a need-or was it his need?-to dominate him.

He needs to be mastered by someone who loves him. And who loved him more than I do? She knew what he needed, she wanted what was best for him, and she could take care of him.

As Jordan continued to suckle, his cock twitched in Ada's hand, the combination of her skilled touch and the effects of her milk pushing him closer to the edge. His entire being craved the structure and guidance that her dominance could provide. It was as if he had spent his entire life searching for the missing piece of a puzzle, only to find it here, smothered under her boobs, mastered by her commanding aura.

Ada's fingers, slick with lube and pre-cum, tightened around Jordan's shaft as she established a steady, rhythmic stroke. Her breasts, feeling even fuller and more swollen than when they'd begun, offered a bounty of sweet milk, which Jordan eagerly devoured. The sensation of her milk flowing freely, coupled with the sight of Jordan's submission, awakened a lustful dominant side of Ada that she had never known existed in all attempts at exploration of Jordan's fantasies.

Ada quickened her pace, stroking him eagerly, her thumb rubbing over the sensitive head. "You like this, don't you, Jordan? Sucking on my nipples, tasting my milk, your cock at my fingertips and completely under my control. It makes you feel... submissive, doesn't it?" Ada whispered, her voice taking on a commanding tone. Where were these words coming from? This wasn't part of the plan!

Jordan, his eyes closed in concentration, nodded eagerly, his mouth never leaving her nipple. "Yes, Ada. Yes... mistress. It does. It's like... I want to please you. I want to obey. And you're making me feel so good!"

Mistress? Can I work with that? Ada smiled, a mix of warmth and power washing over her. "That's right, my love. Your pleasure and your obedience are connected now. When you submit to me, when you drink from my body, you're surrendering your own pleasure to my controlling voice and my commanding hands. Do you understand?" Ada was ecstatic that the words were flowing so smoothly. She wanted to please him, to give him the gift of submission he so desperately craved, and somehow she found that she could.

Jordan, under the haze of oxytocin and lust, grasped the connection Ada was forging in his mind. "I do, mistress. It's like... my pleasure is tied to following your commands, to being a good boy for you." This time, thinking of him as a "good boy" didn't feel strange, it felt... natural.

Ada's stroke grew firmer, her thumb pressing urgently against the frenulum with each upward motion. "That's it, Jordan. Understand your needs. Embrace them. I love you, and I will guide you. I'm here to dominate you, and to give you the pleasure you crave. Happy birthday, my love!"

Jordan tried to speak, but his mouth was still full of her breast and the milk. He grunted instead, growing close to an orgasm. She found herself savoring the power she held over him, the ability to control his pleasure and guide him to new heights. How do I make sure he has a truly explosive orgasm? Whatever this is, it seems to be working....

Sensing Jordan's proximity to the edge, Ada slowed her pace, gently squeezing the base of his shaft to delay his release. "Not yet, my love. I want you to stay on this precipice, feeling the tension build. Understand that your pleasure is in my hands now, and it will be released only when I allow it."

Jordan's breath hitched, his body tensing with the effort of holding back. His mouth popped off her nipple long enough for him to respond: "Yes, mistress. I understand. I await for your command."

Ada smiled, pleasure and power flitting across her features. "Good boy. Now, I want you to focus on your breathing. It's time to submit for me. You are such a good, obedient, slutty boy for me. Inhale deeply, feeling your lungs expand, and exhale slowly, letting go of any tension and resistance. Relax, and obey: submission is about patience. I say what, and I say when."

Jordan nodded, his eyes closing as he focused on his breath, his chest rising and falling with each measured inhalation and exhalation. Ada continued her slow, deliberate strokes, maintaining the tension, drawing out Jordan's anticipation.

"That's it, my love. Feel how your body craves release, but it's my command that will ultimately grant it. Your pleasure is tied to your obedience, and your obedience brings you pleasure."

Jordan's hips twitched slightly, his body yearning for release, but he remained obedient, his breath steady. "Yes, mistress. I feel it. My cock is yours to command. I belong to you. I'm yours to control. I'm yours.... I'm yours.... I'm yours...."

Ada leaned forward, her breasts brushing against Jordan's chest as she whispered, "Very good, my love. Now, I want you to count each stroke. Feel the sensation build with each one, but remember, you will only cum when I give you permission." She was finding these words of command arousing, and it was thrilling to watch the way he surrendered to her. New love language unlocked!

Jordan nodded eagerly, his eyes opening to meet Ada's loving gaze. "Yes, mistress."

Ada began to stroke again, her pace excruciatingly slow and deliberate. "One," Jordan whispered, his voice hoarse with desire. "Two," he continued, his body tensing each time she switched directions, his breath quickening as her hand moved up and down with tantalizing languor.

Ada maintained her steady pace, her thumb teasing the sensitive tip of his cock. "That's it, Jordan. You're my helpless thrall. Feel the pleasure building, but remember, your orgasm belongs to me. I'll only share it with you if you obey."

"Three... four..." Jordan counted, his voice growing more desperate with each stroke. "Please, Ada-mistress... I'm so close."

Ada smiled, her power over Jordan evident in her confident gaze. "Not yet, my love. I want you to hold back, and then, when I finally allow it, you're going to cum your brains out for me and your submission will be complete."

Jordan nodded, his body trembling with the effort of holding back. "Yes, mistress. I understand-you're in charge. Thank you for taking possession of me. I'm so grateful to be owned. Please, may I kiss your breasts again? I need to taste you."

Ada's heart fluttered at Jordan's plea, a mix of desire and dominance washing over her. "Yes, my love. Take my nipple into your mouth, but remember, your cock is still mine to control."

Jordan's mouth found Ada's nipple, his tongue swirling as he suckled gently, drawing out more of her sweet milk. Ada continued her slow, deliberate strokes, each one bringing Jordan closer to the edge, his body quivering with anticipation and obedience.

It was some time later that Ada spoke again. The counting had stopped and she's lost track of time, drifting in ecstasy. He switched breasts, and she remembered that she'd been teasing him all this time: "Come for me now, Jordan. Let go and surrender to my bossy, insistent hands. Show me how eager you are to obey." Ada commanded, her voice steady but filled with desire. Knowing that she was the source of his pleasure, that she held the power to bring him to these heights of ecstasy, was a potent aphrodisiac.

Jordan's body tensed, his mouth latching harder onto Ada's nipple as if to draw strength from her milk. She yelped. His hips bucked as his penis spurted, his warm seed coating her hand. It rocketed up nearly two feet before landing there, a feat that he hadn't been capable of in decades. Jordan's mouth worked feverishly, drawing on her milk as his body shuddered with pleasure. The taste of her milk, the touch of her fingers, and the sound of her voice pushed him over the cliff, his mind surrendering completely to the erotic trance her breasts and hands and confidence had woven around him.

Collapsing against Ada, Jordan breathed heavily, his eyes closed, a satisfied smile on his lips. Ada held him close, feeling the warmth of their connection and the power of her newfound ability. She gently rubbed his chest and stomach, whispering soft, loving words as Jordan floated in a haze of post-orgasmic bliss.

As their breathing slowed, Jordan nuzzled into Ada's chest, his lips brushing against her sensitive nipples, now wet with a combination of milk and Jordan's saliva. Ada held him close, but didn't let him latch on again, feeling the warmth of their connection and the power of her newfound dominance. She gently stroked his hair, whispering intimately as Jordan floated in a haze of post-orgasmic bliss. Neither of them quite realized the full import of what had happened, as his mind imprinted with the connection between obedience and pleasure.