I said before that I usually am not particularly interested in getting repeat performances. There are a couple reasons. First, I'm out to get as many women as I can to blow me, so getting more than one blow job from the same woman doesn't really further my cause. Second, I've found that a woman is most attentive to my cock the first time she gives me head. I guess the first time they suck a guy, they pull out all the stops to impress him. After that, they aren't going all out or the blow job becomes a prelude to intercourse.
Not that I see anything wrong with a good sucking before a good fucking. I love to start in a woman's mouth and finish between her legs, but that's not what this journal is about. I've gotten more than one blow job from and had sex with many of the women in this journal. But like I said, the point of this journal is to record my collection, so I'm not including that stuff.
Back to my point: The best blow job a woman is likely to give you is the first one she gives you. Or, maybe I should say, the best effort she will give you will be the first time. I realize that the better a woman gets to know your likes and dislikes, the better she'll be able to please you. But that first time out, she doesn't know exactly what you like, so she has to go all out and try everything she knows how to do.
It seems to me that what guys like doesn't vary too much, because, from what I've seen, a woman who has sucked a lot of different cocks tends to give a much better first blow job than a woman with less experience. I assume that's because the more experienced cock sucker has found something that works for most of the men she's blown. A woman with fewer notches on her belt is still experimenting and will try things that may or may not be pleasing to the average guy.
Where am I going with all of this? Well, I have an entry that includes a repeat performer. If that was all there was to it, I wouldn't have put her in here again. But I don't want to give too much away, especially since there may be a third entry that includes her, if I manage to pull off what I'm working on.
Way back in my third journal entry I wrote about a woman named Eileen. She was the married neighbor of one of my friends, in her mid-to-late forties and relatively inexperienced at giving head. She had come to me, in fact, not to give me head but for me to please her (which I did). Afterward, she returned the favor by going down on me. Looking back, I think giving her an eight was rather generous, as she really didn't give a very good blow job. It was more the heat of the moment than good cock sucking on her part that led me to score her that high.
At any rate, I wouldn't be mentioning her now if she hadn't sucked my cock again. It came about several months after the first encounter I had with her. It was probably the third or fourth time house sitting since that night. I had seen Eileen out in her garden during the other times I was house sitting and she always said hi. There was nothing in her words or actions that indicated that anything had been between us, which I thought was the best way for things to be handled.
Anyway, when I house sat that third or fourth time, I expected things to be pretty much the same. So I was a little surprised when Eileen actually came over to talk with me as I came by walking my buddy's dog, AJ. At first it was just "Hi, how are you?" type small talk. Then, out of nowhere, she asked if I would be alone tonight.
"I need to ask you something, but not here," Eileen explained. "Would it be possible for me to stop over later?" I had nothing lined up for that night, so I told her that would be fine.
I spent the rest of the day wondering what Eileen wanted to talk about. Part of me was thinking that she was looking for a repeat of our night together, which, I admit, was better than anything I had planned. But somehow I didn't think it would be quite like that. I assumed that it might have to do with our encounter, but I expected it would have more to do with making sure we agreed on an alibi.
When Eileen arrived, she was dressed casually, not in a skimpy sun dress as she had been that night. She did accept when I offered her a glass of wine though. Handing her the glass, I escorted her to the living room where we took seats facing each other. We didn't talk much and I could see she was nervous. Not nervous the way she had been the last time she had been here, but certainly not relaxed either.
"Listen," Eileen finally blurted out. "I need to ask something and I don't really know how to word it without making myself ridiculously self-conscious." She looked up at me briefly, then back at the glass of wine in her hand.
"You can ask me anything," I said, hoping that I wasn't going to regret it. I had no idea what she was going to ask.
"Well," she began, and then paused for a moment. I could see very clearly that she changed her mind as to what she was going to say at the last instant. "Let's just say I'm not the only woman in the neighborhood who's husband isn't paying attention to her needs." Eileen settled back into a more comfortable position on the couch, crossed her legs and took a sip of wine. Apparently, she had figured out an easier, if less direct, way to say what was on her mind.
"I was talking with this other wife the other day," Eileen continued slowly, not looking at me. "And she told me that she cheats on her husband and doesn't feel the slightest bit guilty. She said why should she, when he's the one who drove her to it." Another small sip of wine. "I know that's not right, but I don't know that I care what's right anymore." She paused and looked up at me briefly. I wasn't sure if she expected me to say anything, not that I knew what I should say.
"Anyway, there's a guy who's shown some interest in me over the several months or so and I've always been nice but told him I wasn't interested." She paused again, searching for the right words. "Well, it isn't that I'm not interested. It's just that..." Eileen held up her hand to show her wedding band. "You know?" I nodded. "So anyway, this other wife and I are having a little confession session over a couple glasses of wine one night. And she's telling me about how much fun she's having and how alive it makes her feel and basically how it fills in all the pieces that are missing from her marriage. And I got to thinking that my life isn't that different. I don't want to leave my husband or start over or anything. But I'm missing something that he's supposed to be giving me. I guess," Eileen said after a brief pause, "I'm starting to think what she's doing makes a lot of sense." She stopped and looked up at me, perhaps waiting for me to acknowledge she was right.
"You're only human," I said to her. "You can't expect to deny yourself what you need indefinitely." I wondered if she thought I was just telling her what she wanted to hear in hopes of getting with her again. Eileen nodded absently, not really paying attention to my words.
"So I start thinking that maybe I give this guy a chance." Eileen paused, thinking, then shrugged and continued. "We just met for drinks and we had a really nice time. And," she said, looking a little sheepish, "we made out in the car a little bit too." She smiled and shrugged again. "He asked me to go back to his place, and part of me wanted to. But I just wasn't ready, you know?" I nodded, curious as to why she was telling me all of this.
"So another night at Pa... uh, the other wife's house and a few more glasses of wine, and, well..." Eileen had a strange look on her face and I couldn't figure out where she was going with all of this. "Well," she took a deep breath. "I told her not only about the guy, but..." she hesitated. "About you and me as well," she blurted out.
I raised my eyebrows in surprise. I wasn't particularly concerned, but I thought it was a bit careless of Eileen to be telling people about her extramarital activities. She hurriedly explained.
"I don't mean I just came right and told her. There's more to it. But nothing bad," Eileen added quickly. That last bit was to reassure me, I suppose. Naturally, I don't want to get caught in a messy situation, nor would I want anyone else to get into one on my account (I know--so keep it in my pants, right?), so I'd be lying if I said I wasn't a little relieved.
"But I was telling her," Eileen continued, "about the guy and the offer to go back to his place. I told her that I didn't think I was ready to, you know, sleep with anyone other than my husband and all that. Well, that's when she starts about 'other things' I could do until I was ready." Eileen held up her wine glass. "Could you freshen this for me, please?"
I brought her another glass and she took a sip before continuing.
"Well, when she started talking about those other things," Eileen went on, "I guess she could tell I was getting kind of uncomfortable. So she asked me if I did that stuff." A little bit of color had come to Eileen's cheeks and she was no longer looking in my direction. "Well, I told her that I had done it before but..." Eileen trailed off, took another sip of her wine and gathered herself to continue.
She was clearly finding it difficult to talk about it, and I still couldn't figure out why she was putting herself through all this to tell me. I waited patiently, wishing there was some way I could make it easier for her.
"Anyway, once I said that, she started asking lots of questions and eventually I... well, I told her about, you know." Eileen glanced up at me and shrugged.
"And you're worried she'll say something?" I asked.
"Oh, no! Nothing like that," Eileen said quickly. "Not at all." She took a sip of wine and looked up at me. I guess the look on my face was one of confusion. "So, why am I telling you all this, right?" She smiled slightly, the nervousness she had shown earlier was creeping back into her words and gestures.
"Yeah," I said, nodding. "I was wondering that." I said it casually and with a smile, so she wouldn't think I was getting impatient. I wasn't. But I was getting very curious.
"Let's just say that I've been coming around to this other wife's way of thinking. Not all the way, but I'm thinking more and more about the things she says and I'm starting to think I agree with her." Eileen shifted on the sofa, trying unsuccessfully to make herself more comfortable. She sighed and settled back. "So I'm thinking I might want to do some of those other things with this guy and..." Again Eileen faltered.
"I just don't know if I'm any good at it," she finally managed to get out. Now I realized why she was here. My first reaction was to reassure her that she had done just fine and that her willingness to please was the most important part. Before I could say so, Eileen cut me off.
"This is all Paul... uh, the other wife's fault," she said, suddenly standing up. "I would never have thought about any of this on my own!"
"Don't worry," I said, standing up and putting a hand on her shoulder. "If this guy is a nice guy, then you don't have anything to worry about. And if he's not," I shrugged, "you probably shouldn't waste your time."
Eileen wasn't consoled with my words. She shook her head and sat down again.
