Winning the Blowjob Lottery

Author's note: This is a short standalone story, although it also serves as a continuation of the story line involving the characters from my series, titled

A Journey to Desire.

"I want to suck a dick."

She stated this in such a matter-of-fact manner that I couldn't help but laugh. It was just an average, ordinary Wednesday night. Michelle was drinking wine, which always tended to make her horny. The kids were sleeping upstairs, and she and I were watching television on the couch together. Given that she was such a talented and enthusiastic fellatrix, I was more than happy to help satisfy her craving. Without hesitation, I lowered my pajama pants and exposed my expanding member.

"No, not

your

dick," she stated in that same matter-of-fact tone. "I want to suck a

new

dick."

To most men, this would be a shocking statement to hear from your wife. But two months prior, Michelle and I had made the bold decision to become swingers. We plunged straight into "the lifestyle" without hesitation, and enjoyed an incredible week-long vacation together at a clothing-optional resort where we had sex with others for the first time in our seventeen year marriage.

"Where am I going to find a dick for you to suck at this hour on a Wednesday night?" I asked. She merely shrugged in response.

When we returned from our vacation, we were anxious to continue all the fun we had during our week in Cancun. We immediately joined a website that caters to swingers, and were pleasantly surprised to see how many "like-minded" people there were in our quiet, suburban area. Unfortunately, after searching for two months to find the right match, we had come up empty. Finding a compatible couple -- and one that would actually meet us in person -- proved much more difficult than we had imagined it would be.

The majority of the correspondence we received was from horny single guys. They were drawn to the sexy photos of Michelle that we had posted on our profile, and practically begged us to consider them for a threesome. We always sent a polite response, letting them know that we weren't looking for a single male at the time, but if we ever were, we would keep them in mind.

The notion of watching Michelle work her magic on a complete stranger was making my dick hard, and I decided to see what I could do to make that happen. How difficult could it be, I thought, to find a horny single guy who would be willing to allow this gorgeous redhead to suck his cock? I logged on to our website's chat room with the intention of giving some poor, horny guy the experience of his lifetime.

I immediately recognized one of the user names online. We had mentioned in our profile that Michelle likes "nerdy" guys, and this particular guy certainly qualified. In his photos, he appeared to be a little chubby and awkward, and his profile description actually mentioned the words "Star Wars." He wrote to us earlier that week, and we had sent him the usual polite response. But this was his lucky day.

"How's it going?" I typed, and within seconds he responded.

Great! How 'bout you?

"We're just sitting here watching TV, and my wife mentioned that she wants to suck a stranger's cock. Any interest in helping her out with that?"

I could only imagine his expression as he typed his enthusiastic agreement in response.

"Are you able to host?" I asked. With three kids at home, having a strange man come to our house to get his knob polished really wasn't an option.

His response immediately piqued my interest even further. He stated that he wasn't able to host at his home, but that he could meet us at his workplace. When I asked where he worked, he gave me the name of a high school down the road from our house -- the same high school from which Michelle happened to graduate.

I looked at Michelle and smiled wide.

"What?" she asked, still sipping her glass of wine.

"You're gonna love this," I said. I filled her in on the conversation I was having online with "Steve the Nerd," and her face lit up upon hearing the location for our meeting.

We agreed to meet with Steve at the high school in thirty minutes. As we pulled into the parking lot, I figured there was a very good chance that he would not show up. Most of the people we had encountered online seemed to talk a good game, but got cold feet when the time came to actually meet. But there was only one car in the lot, and when we settled next to it, there was a man sitting in the driver's seat.

He emerged from his car, and I immediately recognized him from his photos online. He appeared to be in his early-forties, wore black-framed glasses and a beard, and was dressed in the traditional teacher's uniform of a button-down shirt and khaki slacks. I greeted him with a handshake, and enjoyed the look on his face when Michelle emerged from our car. Although he had seen her photos online, we had blurred out her face to protect her identity. It was her face, however, that I felt was her best feature.

She was dressed casually in a tight green top that hugged her ample tits, and tight denim jeans that accentuated her firm, round ass. He shook her hand in a business-like manner, and it was clear that he was a bit nervous. He explained that he was a science teacher at the school, and assured us that he had notified the town police to let them know that there would be a couple of cars in the parking lot, so that we would not be disturbed.

His hands shook as he placed his key in the lock, and he led us into the darkened entryway. As we strolled down the hallway, Michelle reminisced with him about her time at the school, and pointed out the various features that had changed since then. This seemed to put him at ease, and by the time we arrived at his classroom door, he appeared much less nervous.

We entered the classroom and Steve switched on the light, revealing a typical high school science lab, complete with a whiteboard, desks, several workbenches, and lab equipment. There was a moment of awkwardness and small talk as we all seemed uncertain how to proceed. Michelle spent some time perusing the lab equipment, and I couldn't help but wonder if she was having second thoughts.

That question was erased when she walked up to Steve, wrapped her arms around him, and gave him a kiss. His hands fell immediately to her waist, and then to her ass. As they continued their make-out session, I pulled out my video camera.

"Would you mind if I recorded you?" I asked, interrupting their embrace. I had brought the camera for two reasons: to record this amazing event for my own repeated viewing pleasure, and so that I wouldn't be standing around awkwardly, watching my wife blow another guy.

"Okay," Steve responded hesitantly, most likely presuming that a "no" answer would have brought an end to his fun. "But just don't get my face. And don't get too much of the background. I could get in real trouble for this."

I assured him that I would not record his face, and that only I would ever see the video. Their make-out session resumed, and Steve's hands moved to the front of Michelle's shirt. He squeezed her breasts, and she lowered her hands to his crotch. I zoomed in with my camera to capture the moment as she rubbed his hard cock through his pants.

"Hmm," she said in a sexy tone, and dropped to her knees in front of him.

"Have you been a bad girl?" he asked in a playful manner.

"I think I need to negotiate for a better grade in science," she quipped, breaking the sexual tension a bit.

She unzipped his pants and reached in through the zipper, producing his rock-hard dick. It was average in size, but so fully engorged that it was dark red in color. She wrapped her lips around his cock head and swirled her tongue for a bit before plunging all the way down his shaft. He emitted a deep and low groan and grabbed a handful of her shirt.

She slowly bobbed her head along his shaft over and over, with her hands grabbing his thighs for support. He moaned in pleasure with each and every stroke of her soft and warm mouth.

"Oh my god," he whimpered. "Your mouth. It feels amazing."

It was clear that this poor guy hadn't had a decent blowjob in a long time, and I instantly felt very generous to have given him this incredible gift. His breathing was erratic, and I sensed that he had already reached a point of near-climax, and was doing everything he could to fight it off.

Michelle's expert mouth slowly bobbed up and down his shaft. She then paused at the bottom and held his cock completely inside her mouth, all the way to the back of her throat. She reached through his legs, grabbed his ass, and pulled him toward her in an attempt to get him even deeper into her throat.

"Uhhhhh!" he moaned. "I'm not going to last much longer."

She slowly slid her mouth back over his shaft and removed him from her mouth. She wore a dirty smile, and I could tell she was thoroughly enjoying this -- perhaps as much as he was. His dick was elevated at a 45-degree angle, and twitched uncontrollably in the air. She licked slowly up and down his shaft, and his swollen dick throbbed in response to her touch.

She took his cock head into her mouth once more and slid her tongue back and forth along the underside of his shaft. He responded with another moan, louder and more urgent than before. She removed him once again from her mouth and looked toward me with a smile.

"Do you have enough footage, honey?"

"Yeah," I responded. "I think the poor guy's going to pop a blood vessel if you don't finish soon."

"Are you ready to pop?" she asked, looking up at him from her knees. He was so frazzled, he couldn't speak. He simply nodded his head and grunted.

"Then I want you to cum for me," she said.

With that, she slid his wet cock back into her mouth. Once again she reached through his legs to grab his ass and pull him toward her, and she began to furiously fuck him with her mouth. He placed his hands on the back of her head and thrust himself into her mouth, over and over, filling the classroom with the sound of a wet and sloppy blowjob.

Michelle began moaning, and her muffled moans seemed to push him over the edge. With her mouth still filled with his cock, he stopped his thrusting and gave a loud groan. His body tensed and shook, and Michelle did everything she could to swallow his massive load, but it was too much. My camera captured a large stream of milky-white cum that leaked from the corner of her mouth and landed on the classroom floor in a pool. She continued to slurp and suck until his muscles finally relaxed.

Satisfied that she had completely drained him, she removed him from her mouth. She smiled at the camera and rose to her feet. Steve gave her a warm embrace and thanked her profusely. As we walked back through the darkened hallway to our cars, he begged us to get in touch with him again sometime. I didn't have the heart to tell him that this was a one-time deal.

In the end, Michelle satisfied her craving for a strange dick. Steve was left with an incredible story that no one will ever believe. And I have the most amazing and erotic video.