A Married Wifes Oral Urge

NOTE

Everyone in this story is over 18 and consenting adults.

This is a story about a young woman and her urge for sucking cock and her stuggle to reconcile that with becoming a wife. It's a journey about the character, Laura and her new husband James. She acts on her urge with multiple oral sex partners for stranger sex. There's a lot of oral, some regular sex between a man and wife and a couple of anal scenes. The story is told from the point of view of both characters and their path to acceptance of her needs.

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FIRST TASTES

I've been on quite a journey in my 27 years on this planet. In most respects, I'm quite ordinary. Married, for a few months and seven since I moved to the northeast US from the UK.

James, my husband was offered a lucrative international assignment with his company. We'd only been dating for a year, so many life changes and choices were made fast. Some choices were ours and some from the circumstances in which a couple in their mid-twenties found themselves.

We were settled in a spacious but quirky inner-city apartment. It had character.

But enough of the domestic scene. I was about to tell you about one aspect of my journey that started 9 years ago.

You see, I'm what can be described as a fellatrix. A cock sucking enthusiast. A cumslut, and a good one.

If you search out the word Fellatrix, the Urban Dictionary gives you "A woman skilled at fellatio; said to be good on her knees."

It's used in place of the more vulgar cocksucker.

But I don't think Cocksucker is vulgar at all. But it doesn't go nearly far enough if describing what a fellatrix is and does.

I've come to worship cock and cum.

My first fumblings at 18 with my first real boyfriend were, let's say, experimental. After a heavy petting session late in his car, we'd kissed our lips raw and swapped a lot of saliva. His name was Nick, and he had a talent with his fingers which invariably found their way into my panties either down my jean tops or up my mini skirt encasing my spectacular young legs.

This evening he'd freed my tits exposing my aching and super sensitive nipples to his sucking mouth. I'm lucky in that they're hard-wired to my clit; I swear he could make me come from lightly biting and sucking hard.

That pushed me over to a new place and I decided that I needed to return the favour.

Reaching for his cock I felt its rock-hard 19-year-old cock encased in his jeans.

He moaned thrusting into my hand.

I had to release it, but it became an urgent fumble to release it into the cool air causing it to twitch. My hot mouth and lips were ready to suck him in. He'd been leaking profusely I could see it glisten in the light of the nearly street lamp.

I gave him a longing glance before I went in kissing the purple wet head rolling my tongue along the length and tasting his precum, slick and musky.

I remember feeling a tingle like a low-level electric buzz as he entered my mouth or was it my mouth closing on his prick? Like the electric sizzle between my nipples and clit each suck evoked a similar reaction making my cunt pulse. I could feel the wetness flood me as I drew him in.

Nick didn't last long.

We'd been in a heightened state of arousal for over an hour. And he thrust up, "Laura, I'm going to..." was as far as he got into his half-hearted warning as he spunked hard and copiously into my mouth. The taste of the flood was incredibly erotic. His thrusting began to subside. Swallowing his cum felt like the most natural next step and I felt a rush of raw womanhood if that is a thing.

The next year we both went to college and, by choosing cities at the opposite ends of the country, I decided to break up. I was sad for a while but soon got into my new life as a student in a small city by the sea.

A FELLATRIX GRADUATES

It wasn't a tough course, and the workload was moderate. In other words, it gave me lots of time to explore my lifestyle as a person I discovered was called a fellatrix.

Fresher's week was all about partying and copious amounts of alcohol. The low-inhibition environment of the student accommodation meant I could have my pick of fresh man meat. And I was super cute, so it was easy.

In my first week, I preyed on around 10 guys with a couple of repeaters for the best ones. I'd only sucked off my boyfriend, Nick before which had made me proficient at a certain level but now, I could take in variety and extend my oral repertoire.

In this endeavour, I was able to with ease.

I'm not sure if I would describe a certain type of man or cock, just normal.

College was a target-rich environment, and I didn't have to try too hard.

The assets I had were my pert tits that without a bra would do a lot for me. My slim legs rose to a firm, but rounded arse and tight jeans accentuated it well. Occasionally I feel the hand of a stranger cop a feel when out in the pubs and clubs of the city.

But my best feature was my face which was I think I can say pretty with larger-than-normal blue eyes and lips that stood out as being plump without being ridiculous. I think my voice helped with a little gravel and depth meaning I could do Sexy at the flick of a switch.

And to that, I made my way through around half of the young male population of the student hall and a similar number of the local men.

I estimated possibly 300 cocks in 3 years.

It was quite a feat when I think back.

That's a lot of cock and cum.

I had mostly good experiences though I came close to trouble in group situations. I preferred the one to ones in my student room where I was able to control the events. When a guy knows he's going to get a blowjob he tends to behave well. And

I was able to seduce them through the ambience and my patter.

I did the quick 5-minute blowjob many times picking the guy up with a line as easy as "Would you like me to suck your cock?" followed by a killer smile.

Almost all couldn't say yes fast enough and in a few minutes with my door locked he was pinned to my wall, and I was on my knees swallowing another mouthful of stranger semen.

But sometimes I liked to go slow and build a sensual conversation. A slow blowjob and sometimes a face fuck if I was in the mood, ending in a copious load of cum.

Not many guys wanted to cumkiss, but I liked it when they did.

The hottest time I had was with three friends visiting my hall. I knew and indeed, had blown several times, Steve.

His friends Graham and Mike visited from his home town. After the annual dorm toga party, we'd had more than enough to drink, and kissing Steve led me to kiss Mike and then to kissing Graham with a significant under-toga feeling of my tits and their cocks.

Mike had managed to position his hand under my rather short dress and started to rub me. I didn't stop him; it was hard, and I was sitting on his lap with my back to him. Over half an hour he slowly fingered my clit and got a finger inside my pussy. I must have come 5 times. On the last orgasm, I pulled Steve close to me and snogged his face off as I climaxed.

I pulled them all up the stairs and into my room and fumbled to find their cocks. They gathered in a circle as I hungrily sucked one while wanking the others before switching.

I ordered them to cum in my mouth and they obliged me with three near-simultaneous loads. I treated them to a little show as I rubbed my sweat-shining breasts and fingered my clit to a big orgasm while showing them their spunk in my mouth.

Unusually for me, I didn't swallow but let the cum ooze down my lips and drip onto my exposed tits. That was the starting gun for an entire night of sucking and fucking my holes.

Is it called Air Tight when a girl has a cock in her cunt, her mouth and her arsehole?

Yep, that was me. I loved being a total slut for them, but mostly for me.

These years were fun for a cumslut.

I'd graduated not only with a degree but had graduated to a new level of becoming a fellatrix.

I had both passion and skill, a talent for cocksucking.

After college, I moved to London. I had a proper and responsible job which tired me a lot and I immersed myself in my early career.

The dating scene of the mid-90s was quite basic involving bars, clubs and random encounters. While I had more money, I had less time and energy. My college freedom and copious cocksucking took a back seat.

I met James not long after in a club where we bumped into each other. We hit it off and I liked his sense of fun plus he was also an amazing kisser. We must have spent a couple of hours in a dark booth in a side room snogging each other's faces off.

Fortunately, we exchanged numbers which led to nights out and places to visit. I remember our first kind of consummation when he asked me to stay over. He made me a wonderful meal, plied me with wine, and we got into heavy petting.

When he sucked my nipples, my god, it seriously flooded me. I treated him to my blowjob skills and quickly sucked him off taking his cum into my mouth. I was pleasantly surprised by how hard he came and the volume he gave me. I told him that was the first time I'd swallowed upon which he kissed me hard which made him stay hard before round two as I took him deep again.

Life moved fast.

He got offered a job in the US which led to us becoming engaged and moving our lives there within months.

It was an amazing time and experience. I'd travelled but never lived outside the UK and we enjoyed life.

SETTLING IN

It was a warm and carefree weekend.

No agenda, and no rushing around.

The fine weather made the air slightly uncomfortable in the 1890 red brick-built apartment. Laura was in a great mood that spilt over into mine.

She was up early that Saturday morning and putting her culinary skills to use.

I could hear her in the kitchen the aroma of bacon, egg and toast slowly diffusing through the apartment and making a beeline to my nose.

I could hear Oasis playing before I spotted the beautiful face of my fiancé grinning a wide and delicious grin.

"It's ready!" she beamed her blue eyes sparkled.

We enjoyed breakfast and drank copious tea before heading to the neighbourhood park to wander and lounge on a bench.

I felt so incredibly close to Laura such a beautiful and warm person. We held hands, curled in each other watching people as they passed through.

Just after noon, Laura decided we were heading home, and, frankly, who was I to argue? She was probably right.

"I need you," she said in her way pulling me to our bedroom.

She pulled me into her mouth, parting her full rose-coloured lips. Her tongue pushed and tussled mine and we fondled each other.

Laura was the first to break.

She moved over to the dresser, pulled open the drawer, and reached for my very favourite lipstick. The deep-red Elizabeth Arden that screamed Hot Blowjob!

She watched me as she applied it; top lip, bottom lip before blowing me a kiss.

Then, she reached back to the top drawer and pulled out the tube of lip gloss before carefully coating her lips and blowing me a slower and more languorous kiss.

Laura stood and slowly walked over to me. My breath was becoming ragged. She reached down to my cock and slowly felt its harness.

"Yes. Now that's what I want..." she almost whispered.

Dropping to her knees, her mouth levelling with its destination. I looked at her, enjoying her tiny white vest top straining to hold in her breasts, her cleavage in the plain site and inviting.

Laura looked up at me and rubbed her hand over my crotch before reaching to unbuckle me and unzip me.

My cock pulsed.

I ran my fingers through her soft blonde hair with a little pause on the back of her head enticing her in.

"Oh, sweetie I've been thinking about this all week. I need your hard cock in my mouth, and I can't wait for you to fill me with your spunk."

"Then you should take your prize, babe," before I finished exposing my rampant cock, bouncing in front of Laura's face.

Laura kneeled her feet bare and legs all the way up to her tight faded jean shorts. I could see her perfect arse reflected in the full-length mirror and showing just a little glimpse of her cheeks and thigh gap imagining her puffy pussy lips.

She paused musing at my hard length reaching to take it in her hand and slowly wanking it exposing the head of my uncut cock. It was already wet from the precum and making wet noises of a cock well jerked.

For several minutes she prolonged the foreplay smiling and watching before going in for a long lick while holding my gaze.

"Mmm..." she uttered while making an expression like tasting something truly delicious before savouring the slickness.

Then I watched as she licked my entire 7 inches from the heavy balls to the slit followed by open kisses from her perfect glossy lips.

Laura was a woman in her element clearly in control and loving it. Her lips had become the perfect blowjob lips, red, fuller and slick wet.

When ready she opened and took a couple of inches sucking gently but firmly. I could feel the underside of her tongue serving as a bed for the delicious ministrations. I watched her close her eyes and bob taking just a few inches at a steady rhythm and causing regular pulses of precum to leak into the building wetness in her mouth.

Then she shifted gear both in depth and speed and with no hands she took most of my length her lips forming a perfect O. The sound of sucking was intense; there was no holding back. I was the provider of cock and a sideline of this show. Laura was chasing cum and becoming more vocal. There were no words just the mouth noises of a delicious feasting.

I could feel that familiar experience of getting close and so could Laura. She stopped this phase of pistoning breaking for air.

"Oh, babe. This is amazing. You're so hard and wet!"

"Well, I think you made that happen, sweety," as I stroked the side of her face as tenderly as I could.

"Give me your spunk. I need your delicious load, Hun!"

She was my greedy girl, my cum-loving slut.

Laura grasped my prick and rapidly sucked the tip, wanking it with her hand to bring her prize.

I noticed how smeared her lips had become. The lips that said, I'm a blowjob, cum-loving slut.

Now so close, I told her.

Laura repositioned herself leaning her head back and opening her wide mouth, tongue as a target.

"Oh, baby. Give me your cum! I want it all in my mouth today."

Her wonton cum greed had the desired effect. I wanked my slick cock before -- as carefully as you can in these situations -- placing the bursting red head on her tongue.

I spunked hard.

I'm a fairly big cummer but today I'd gone into overload each of the first five pulses was strong they coated her tongue. The remaining eased off to substantially fill Laura's mouth with cum. I finished wiping the last bead on her wet lower lip leaving a thread of sperm that shone in the morning light streaming in the bedroom window.

She just sat there, mouth open letting her tongue swim in the pearly whiteness.

Next, she placed a couple of fingers in the pool coating them before using them as lipstick and smoothing them over her lips replacing the lip gloss with cum gloss. She held my gaze throughout.

The next item of cum play was to repeat coating her fingers and now to take them under her tight vest top to roll the cum over her nipples. She pulled up the top to expose her beautiful tits and erect nipples smoothing the semen on them and pinching them. I could see the pulse in her eyes which told me the effect it had on her clit.

Laura got up from the rug and faced me.

She closed her lips keeping in the large pool of spunk.

She locked eyes with me checking. I told her it was fine, and she leaned in to kiss me, first with soft kisses but then a hard, open and urgent kiss -- a cumkiss -- as she fed me back my spunk that cascaded over our lips and down our chins.

Naturally, Laura kept trying to catch the spills slurping it off my chin and starting the deep kiss all over again. After several minutes the semen had dissipated either from audible drips and spill spills onto the floor or had been swallowed.

I pulled her into me and held her.

JULY

Laura

Later that weekend we shopped in the city at the exclusive malls and side streets.

We needed some electrical gear so dipped into a specialist store which sold everything.

"Hey, let's get one of these," grinned James, "it'll be fun!" He pulled a stupid face which meant he had a sex idea.

It was a Sony camcorder which took compact tapes and came with a stand and microphone.

"We could, you know, record our fun times."

I could see that it made him happy, and I could imagine trying some home movie stuff so said yes.

On Sunday morning I woke to find James already up and out of our bed. I could hear him upstairs in the spare room so sleepily followed to find out what he was doing.

"Hi, Babe. Whatcha doin'?" I asked James.

"I was checking on the camcorder set-up. Don't you just love new electrical gear!" beamed James.

"I guess..." I rolled my eyes at boys with toys

"Here. You take one of these," James showed me a new cassette, "and, hey presto!" The recorder whirred closing and beeped as ready for action.

"Press the Record button, here, and that's it. Home porn in a flash."

"It'll take a bit more imagination than that, sweetie," I suggested. The last thing I want are bad videos of me doing unmentionable things.

We left the gear and went downstairs to make brunch.

I forgot about the recorder for a week after buying it. James was out getting provisions and I was tidying the closet. I noticed the box on the top shelf adorned with expensive lettering of the couture lingerie I bought before we moved to the US.

I pulled down the box and opened it, the tissue wrapping encasing the most beautiful electric blue set. A small half-cup bra together with panties and a suspender set with sheer stockings. The tingle it gave me as I thought about making my husband a personal video as a tease. I smiled and tucked back the box.

The next day James had gone for a hike in the state park so he would be gone for hours.

I returned to the box and retrieved it before deciding for a little pamper session shaving and moisturising my skin and doing my hair.

Standing naked in front of the full mirror I felt some admiration for my body slowly stroking down to my breasts and across my nipples with immediate effect.

I put on the bra.

It was like a second skin and felt sensuous against my nipples. The low-cut cups barely covered my aroused buttons.

Then I added the suspender and smoothed the stockings before clipping them. My trimmed pussy looked good enough to eat before I stepped into and pulled up the panties. To the dresser where I sat to apply full makeup with porn star eye shadow and mascara.

And then to my full lips coating them with James's favourite - and mine -- deep red lippy and top gloss. Lipstick fashions come and go but I just love the wet shine gloss because it's sexy as fuck.

I completed my look by stepping into my stilettos just 4" but which lifted my calves and arse beautifully and climbed the staircase to the spare room slash studio had to be done with extreme care.

I went over the controls and started the recorder. My heels clacked on the boards as I came central to the viewfinder. I stood and stared into the little red light as if it were James standing there.

A little movement as I swayed to some imaginary music letting my hands roam my body; my tits and my thighs.

I turned to let the voyeur take in my rear the stockings, the heels and up to my arse clad in the high panties.

My thumbs hooked into them as if I was going to pull them down, but not yet. I bent at the waist, so the camera only had my legs and arse in the frame before I looked back and laughed a little at how contrived I was being.