"Come down my throat," she told him, and that is just what he did, shooting spurt after spurt of his semen down her her hungry gullet as she held him between her lips, drinking and swallowing every bit of what he had. He was just her most recent of my friends and the strangers she had invited to enjoy her world-class BJ's as I watched.
Since the first time she confessed to me she loved giving head, I had watched her give oral pleasure to numerous men who were lucky enough to be delighted by her oral talents. She is a normal housewife in every other way, except she loves sucking cock. She likes to fuck as well, but it is cock sucking she lives for. She belongs to the PTA, is a den mother for the Cub Scouts, and volunteers for Meals On Wheels, but her passion is for giving oral sex, and she wants to do it for as many men as possible.
When she revealed to me her passion for pleasuring other men with her lips and tongue, I told her I loved it, confessed I even fantasized about seeing her do it, imagining her letting me watch. She eagerly told me about her sexual history and about the men she'd been with.
She told me about her first, that would be Monte, and her second, that would be Will, her third, and so on. I told her it would be my pleasure to watch her do it, that I would not mind, and she said that was no problem for her either. She likes to show it off, so my watching would be just fine. "It could be like our private project," she said with a sly smile. "So you don't mind having a cock sucker for a wife?" she asked openly. I said I liked having one who liked sex, I was a voyeur, so it could be a good thing. She was eager to tell me about her experiences, and she began enthusiastically.
Even before I asked, she started telling me about her first time, how much she liked doing it, how well she seemed to be able to perform it "It is just natural talent," she announced with a fair amount of pride showing. "I guess I am a fairly oral person, so it just comes instinctively," she said with her characteristic smile and cheerfulness.
That is the thing about Claire, she is always in a good mood. Part of that, I am sure, is because she is so often thinking about sex. Whenever she smiles, I am fairly sure it is because of something sexual she is thinking about, remembering, or planning to do. Her grin is always just a little naughty, like she is thinking back to someone she has done or hopes to do in the near future and it pleases her to imagine.
This last episode occurred with a friend I went college with. His name is Jake and he lives in Boston and was visiting relatives in California. When he called, I invited him to stay with us for the weekend. Claire was especially happy when I told her I had invited him.
"Do you think he would like some Southern California hospitality?" she asked with a grin.
"If you mean would he like your particular brand of neighborliness, I am sure he would," I said. "I don't know a man alive who could resist my lovely wife's talents. He is male, he has a heartbeat, and he likes women," I said. "So what else is there?"
She shrugged and shot me one of her irresistible smiles. In that smile there was an anticipation that excited me and gave me a mental picture that made me grin myself. I understood more about her compulsion than my desire to see it fulfilled, but I knew she would make him and I both very happy.
When Jake arrived, from the look on his face, it seemed he had heard of Claire's reputation. It was clear he was pleased to meet her. "Have you been on the road long?" she asked him.
