Worries

"You're nervous," my wife said, touching my shoulder, "why?"

"I...I've never...I mean..."

"Shhhh," she said, "no girl's ever been with a man until she's been with a man so every girl's nervous the first time."

"But I...I don't..."

"I know what you're thinking, the same thing every girl worries about the first time. She worries she won't know what to do, won't know how to act, won't know when to do what...but you know what?"

"W...what?" I said softly.

"That's the amazing thing about men, they don't think like that. Meaning you don't have to worry about what to do when or how to do it. He's the man, he'll take the lead, he'll guide you, he'll direct you. All you have to do is follow. All you have to do is surrender and be the girl."

"But I..."

"If he wants us to suck his cock, he'll lead and we'll follow. If he wants you on our hands and knees, he'll lead and we'll follow. If he wants us bent over, he'll lead and we'll follow. Whatever it is, he'll lead and we'll follow."

"But hon, I...I mean..."

"It becomes second nature, it really will. You'll feel that gentle push on your head knowing he wants a blow job and you'll worry, how long do I do it for but don't. Don't worry. You just do what he guides you to until he guides you to something else. When I suck his cock, I don't worry about whether he wants me to stop, whether he wants to cum in my mouth; when he indicates he wants a blow job I give him the best blow job in the world until he does what he's going to do, cum or have me stop. The point is, don't worry. Just do."

"What...what if he doesn't stop?"

"Then you keep going until he cums and swallow every drop and be grateful."

"You...you're serious," I said, never having had her do anything like that to me.

"That's how we please a man," she said.