<p>“Tom, can I ask you something?” Ivy said.</p><p>Tom turned his attention from the TV and smiled at his beautiful wife. “Sure. What’s on your mind?”</p><p>“This might sound weird,” Ivy began, “but if I got naked right now, what would you want to do?”</p><p>“Uh, sorry, what?” Tom replied, mostly because he couldn’t quite wrap his mind around a question that seemed to come entirely out of the blue.</p><p>“I know, it’s weird,” Ivy said. “We’re watching TV and then I’m asking you what you’d want to do if I suddenly got naked, but it’s what’s on my mind. So, I want you to be honest with me. If I took my clothes off, laid on the couch, and spread my legs, what would you want to do?”</p><p>Ivy wasn’t a prude – two years into their marriage they still had an exceptionally active sex life – but she rarely leapt into a conversation about sex in such an abrupt manner. It left Tom confused more than anything, and his confused mind had trouble functioning.</p><p>“I’m…I’m not sure,” he answered.</p><p>“Would it help if I actually got naked?” she asked.</p><p>Ivy didn’t give him a chance to answer. Instead, she stood and stripped. Tom watched his wife expose her lean, naked body one article of clothing at a time and he felt desire spread from between his legs.</p><p>Ivy gently laid on the couch and spread her legs. She rested one hand on her thigh and the other across her stomach and smiled. “What do you want to do? Don’t think about it. Just answer. When you see me like this, what’s the first thing you want to do?”</p><p>“I want to go down on you,” Tom replied.</p><p>“Do you think that’s the way most men would answer?” Ivy asked.</p><p>“I’m not sure,” Tom said, though he couldn’t help but feel a little defensive. Did Ivy think he’d given the wrong answer? Was she disappointed?</p><p>“I dated a fair number of guys before I met you,” Ivy said, “and I’m quite certain that not a single one of them would have answered that question the way you did. I’m certain that they all would have said that fucking me is the first and only thing that would come to mind if I stripped, laid down, and spread my legs.”</p><p>“Oh,” Tom replied. He certainly enjoyed fucking his wife and they had sex quite often, but it hadn’t been the first thing to pop into his head. “Is it a bad thing that I thought of going down on you first?”</p><p>Ivy flashed the big, sweet smile that had made Tom ask her out in the first place. “Not at all. It’s different, but it’s not bad at all. Some of those guys I dated would only go down on me if it meant they got to fuck me, and they weren’t all that enthusiastic about it. It’s nice to be with a man that’s eager to go down on me. You’d say that’s the case, wouldn’t you? That you’re eager to go down on me?”</p><p>Tom nodded. He could feel the eagerness as he gazed between his wife’s legs and admired her pussy. It was the most beautiful he’d ever seen, with a thin landing strip of pubic hair above and always plump labia that he thoroughly enjoyed sucking on as a prelude to tending to her clit.</p><p>“Most of the time it feels like you’re more than eager to go down on me, though,” Ivy said. “It feels like you really enjoy it, in fact. It feels like it turns you on to go down on me, to make me feel good with your tongue. Would you say that’s true?”</p><p>Tom nodded again. He’d never given it a great deal of critical thought, but Ivy was right. He’d always found it arousing to use his tongue to make her feel good. He enjoyed being between her legs and licking her while she moaned. He enjoyed the way she’d close her eyes and arch her back as she got close to her climax and he always found it thoroughly rewarding to give her an orgasm.</p><p>“You often go down on me and make me cum without having an orgasm of your own,” Ivy said. “Did you know that?”</p><p>Tom nodded.</p><p>“Did you know that you’re the only guy I’ve ever been with that was like that? Most guys expect an orgasm of their own if they provide one. In fact, most expect an exchange. If they go down on me they expect that I’ll go down on them. You’ve never been that way, even when we were first dating,” Ivy explained.</p><p>Ivy was right. Tom had always found it thrilling to provide her with an orgasm and he’d never been particularly driven to push for his own. He hadn’t thought about it much, in part because he figured every guy was that way. Why wouldn’t a man find it thrilling to give his girlfriend or wife a great orgasm?</p><p>“I didn’t realize I was different in that way,” Tom said. “Does that make me weird?”</p><p>Ivy ran her fingers over the soft, pale flesh of her inner thigh and Tom watched as they moved slowly towards the object of his affection.</p><p>“It makes you wonderful,” Ivy said. “I like that I get to lie back and enjoy your tongue. I really like it, in fact.”</p><p>Ivy gently rubbed her clit and bit her lower lip. She closed her eyes and moaned quietly as Tom felt his cock stir to life.</p><p>“Do you want to go down on me right now, Tom?” Ivy asked.</p><p>“I do,” he replied.</p><p>“Even if you won’t get to cum?” she asked.</p><p>“Yes,” he said.</p><p>“Are you waiting for permission?” Ivy asked.</p><p>“I…I don’t know,” Tom replied. He wasn’t entirely sure why he hadn’t tried to move between his wife’s legs, but he hadn’t.</p><p>Ivy rubbed her clit a little faster and moaned a little louder. “Did you know that you almost always wait for permission?” she asked.</p><p>“Do I?” he replied.</p><p>Ivy smiled and nodded. “You do. I almost always tell you to go down on me. We’re usually fooling around so I’m not telling you out of the blue, but you almost always wait until I’ve given you permission.”</p><p>Tom wasn’t sure if it was a good or bad thing, but he knew Ivy was right. It was, yet again, not something he’d ever really thought about, but it was true. He typically waited, for whatever reason, to be told to go down on her.</p><p>“Do you know that you almost always moan when I grab your hair while you’re going down on me?” Ivy asked as her fingers continued to dance over her clit.</p><p>Tom nodded. He quite liked it when Ivy grabbed a handful of his hair. It felt strange to admit it, so he hadn’t done so, but he also quite liked it when she pulled hard enough for it to hurt just a little.</p><p>“Do you know that I like it when you moan after I grab your hair?” Ivy asked.</p><p>“Really?” he replied.</p><p>Ivy nodded and slipped a finger into her pussy. It emerged a moment later completely soaked with her juices and Tom couldn’t help but wish she’d invite him between her legs to suck her finger clean and use his tongue to make her cum.</p><p>“I also really like that you wait to be given permission before going down on me,” she continued. “I like that you seem to enjoy being told to use your tongue to pleasure me. I hadn’t thought about it much until recently, but I think I really like it.”</p><p>Ivy’s finger returned to her clit and she moaned once more. The sounds of pleasure pulled Tom deeper into the sense of lust she seemed keen on building.</p><p>Just as it seemed she might climax, Ivy pulled her hand away from her pussy and smiled. “Come closer,” she said to Tom. “I want to feel your lips on my thighs. Just my thighs, though. Do you understand?”</p><p>Tom nodded as he leaned closer and moved between his wife’s legs. He kissed the warm, soft skin of her thighs as she’d requested. Ivy let out a soft, sensual moan each time his lips lingered against her body. He moved a little closer to her pussy with every kiss in the hope that she would eventually invite him to use his tongue.</p><p>Ivy reached down and ran her fingers through his hair. Tom’s heart beat a little faster as he imagined Ivy entwining her fingers in his hair and pulling hard enough to cause just a little bit of pain. It had never really dawned on him just how much he enjoyed that small-but-sexy act until she’d mentioned it, but now it rested at the top of his mind.</p><p>“Make me cum, Tom,” Ivy said as she grabbed a handful of his hair and gently directed him to her pussy.</p><p>Tom moaned just like his wife said he would. He wasn’t performing, either. It just came out of him. He couldn’t help it. It was accompanied by a quick, wondrous rush of pleasure between his legs, as if the simple act of taking hold of his hair and directing him to her pussy was somehow connected to the arousal center of his brain.</p><p>Tom put his tongue to use as he knew his wife enjoyed. He’d gone down on her hundreds of times in their relatively short time together. He’d never thought of himself as unique in that way, though. He figured all men enjoyed going down on their girlfriends and wives as much as he did. He figured all men enjoyed giving pleasure in the same way he did. It was how Tom had always been and so he’d never considered that he might be different from most.</p><p>Ivy moaned and said, “That feels so good. Your tongue feels so good.”</p><p>She pulled his hair a little harder and Tom moaned. Now that Ivy had pointed out how much he enjoyed being between her legs as she held his hair, Tom couldn’t help but think about it. He felt the surge of desire every time she tightened her grip on his hair. He felt the genuine need he had to make his wife cum. He felt the complete lack of desire to pull his cock out and slide it into her or satisfy himself in some way. He enjoyed cumming – of course he did – but in the moment it wasn’t a necessity. Making her cum was a necessity.</p><p>“Fuck, Tom,” Ivy said as she closed her eyes and arched her back a little. “Eat my pussy! Eat my fucking pussy!”</p><p>Tom moaned into his wife’s pussy, this time by choice. She didn’t talk like that very often and he found it insanely sexy.</p><p>Soon enough, Tom’s efforts were rewarded. Ivy pulled hard on his hair and released it a moment later as she climaxed. She gently pushed him away from her clit and he looked up to see her eyes closed and her body writhing as the orgasm worked its way through her. Tom felt a genuine sense of joy at having been responsible for her pleasure.</p><p>“That was wonderful,” Ivy said when she finally opened her eyes and looked down at him. “Come here.”</p><p>Tom crawled closer and Ivy reached up to take his head in her hands. She guided Tom’s lips to hers and they shared a deeply sensual kiss where she seemed to be trying to suck the flavor of her pussy off his tongue. It felt spectacularly naughty.</p><p>“Thank you,” Ivy said.</p><p>“For eating your pussy?” Tom asked.</p><p>Ivy laughed. “Did you enjoy that?”</p><p>Tom smiled at his wife and glanced at her perky, lovely breasts as his cock continued to throb. “I did. You don’t talk like that very often.”</p><p>Ivy wrapped her arms around him and Tom let his body rest on hers. “What if I talked like that more often? Would you like that?”</p><p>“I would,” Tom replied before kissing her neck. “I’d like that very much.”</p><p>“And what if I wanted to try other things?” Ivy asked.</p><p>Tom lifted his head and looked into his wife’s big brown eyes. “Other things?”</p><p>Ivy ran her fingers through his hair and grabbed a handful of it. She maintained her grip for just a moment, like she was trying to remind him of the fun they’d just had and the things she’d talked about.</p><p>She relaxed her grip on his hair and said, “I think I like being in charge. In fact, I think I really like it. I’ve been thinking about it a lot lately and every time I consider it I come to the same conclusion. It’s hard to explain, but I like those moments where it feels like I’m the one in control, you know? It really turns me on that you wait until I tell you to go down on me. It turns me on that I’m almost always on top when we have sex. It turns me on that sometimes I get to cum and you don’t, especially when it feels like I’m the one making that decision. Does that make any sense?”</p><p>Tom wasn’t entirely sure it made sense – it was the first he’d heard from his wife that she was into that sort of thing – but he could see a renewed sense of arousal in her eyes. Given that he’d just made her cum, he was on board with anything that aroused her with such ease.</p><p>“What makes sense to me is trying just about anything that turns you on,” Tom replied.</p><p>Ivy smiled and asked, “What if you don’t like some of it?”</p><p>“Then I guess I’ll tell you and we’ll talk about it.”</p><p>She reached between Tom’s legs and massaged his still-hard cock. “What if I want you to do it anyway? What if what would really turn me on is you doing something you don’t really want to do?”</p><p>“Is that the sort of thing that turns you on?” he asked.</p><p>“I don’t know,” she said. “But I want to find out. Are you okay with going on a little journey with me?”</p><p>Tom’s cock was hard as a rock. Everything his wife had said, from his eagerness to make her cum to the way he enjoyed waiting until he was given permission to the way he enjoyed having his hair pulled on while he went down on her, was all true. Every bit of it was true and it seemed possible Ivy had noticed all sorts of things he hadn’t paid attention to. Maybe he really was the kind of man that liked a woman to take control.</p><p>“Yes, I’ll go on that journey with you,” Tom said. He was a little nervous about doing so, but he knew Ivy loved him and he trusted that their journey wouldn’t take them anywhere he truly didn’t want to go. “I’ll go wherever you want.”</p><p>Ivy released his cock and reached up to caress his face. “Good boy,” she whispered before pulling his lips to hers for a kiss.</p><p>Tom welcomed his wife’s tongue into his mouth as the words “good boy” rattled around in his head. He wasn’t sure if it was the particular word choice or the way in which Ivy delivered it, but there was something about it he found thrilling. Was that a taste of what was to come? Was he really the kind of man his wife seemed to think he was? Tom wasn’t sure, but he was certain he was about to find out.</p>