Mrs p learnt to squirt when we first got together after I introduced her to an educational DVD on the subject. It took a few tries at first, really working on her g spot, after a little while I could make her squirt whenever I tried. A little while longer and Mrs p was able to make herself squirt by sitting o top of me and riding my cock, she grinds on top of me, back and forward, up and down, at the moment she squirts she lifts herself off me, and I feel the hot juices run down all over my hard cock and stomach.

Until recently though, she's been holding back, now she's happy to just let it go. A couple of nights ago we'd been going hard for a little while, then I moved her on her back, legs in the air, i locked my arms in behind her knees, pushing them forward forcing her soft mound slightly upwards into the air. I fucked her hard until she was moaning in orgasm.

Squirting was not my intention this particular time, pleasuring my wife was. Attempting to double down on her orgasm, I pulled out my cock, still pushing her knees down towards her face with one hand, I took my cock in the other, and started vigoursly rubbing the knob of my cock across her clit, i felt the heat of her, I knew what was coming, all of a sudden she exploded with the force of a hundred fire hydrants, she was nearly drowning me although my face was well in the air her shaven pussy. We were both covered in her hot juices as well as the bed.

With all this excitement I felt my own orgasm building, I kept vigoursly rubbing my cock on her clit, a few moments later she squirts again with the same level of power and volume as the last, this time though, I blow at the same time. The activities had me so excited, I also blew like never before. Mrs p laying there, my cum all over her face and through her hair, her cum all over the both of us, laying in a wet spot you would think could only have been made with a hose running for hours. And the biggest smile on her face.

That smile told me mission accomplished, I had pleasured her, we layed their cuddling, thinking of how much we'd been missing out on until Mrs p decided to just let it go.