Best Blowjob Ever

I watched her expertly kiss the end of my erection that she held in her hand and swab the end with her tongue. No one has ever done that so well, so lustfully, and I closed my eyes and enjoyed the exhilaration. When I come she holds me in place and takes all I can give without missing a drop. When I fall back to earth I kiss her and ask where she learned to do that so well. "You practice a lot, my love?" I asked.

"That's not a fair question," she argues.

"Really. You must have made hundreds of men happy. There had to be an awful lot of satisfied men in your past life," I said. "You are a consummate pro at that. I can't imagine anyone improving on your technique. No woman has ever given a better blowjob than you, my sweet."

She dismissed me as a rattled husband and made a face. "Really, tell me about some of those happy guys from your past," I begged.

"No way," she said. "No girl should suck and tell. These lips will never speak of the past and how many cocks have enjoyed their softness."

"Ah come on. Whose cock did you really like to suck? Who had the biggest you've enjoyed. Honestly, I won't tell."

"Who says I've ever done this before?" she said with a wink.

"I do. No one could be that good without practice. Come on, tell me about all the men you've sucked before. You don't get that good by reading Cosmopolitan or the Kama Sutra. You have had to have had some on the job training, some service in the field. How many men have you left dizzy and spent, praising your ability with a penis? How many ejaculations have you guzzled? Just tell me about the biggest?"

She slugged me in the arm and shook her head sideways. "You'll never hear it from me," she said with a frown.

"Tony? Was there ever a Tony? A Jake? A Jason? Ever suck the cock of a Jason?"

"I'm not telling you the names of the hundreds of men whose cocks I've sucked," she said defiantly, pulling my chain with her mockery.

"So there's been hundreds?"

"Maybe thousands," she said laughing. "I may have given blowjobs to armies of men, maybe most men living today. I may have sucked off your father, your brother, maybe your uncle."

"You gave head to Uncle Joe? That old grump?" I said pulling her to me. "What was his cock like?"

"You aren't hearing about my past lovers," she said getting up from the bed. "Just stop before you get your feelings hurt."

"Just give me a number?" I said, pulling her back down on the bed.

"You are disgusting," she said pushing me away. "I know one thing," she said defiantly, "you may not get another one. Your cock may not ever pass between these lips again," she said shaking her head. I may have swallowed my last bit of your semen," she said in mock defiance, laughing as she got to her feet.

"Oh come on, you can't be serious. There is no sense in being too extreme, getting carried away here. I just thought you'd like to clear up history, make things right, make sure the correct information is put down for posterity. You know, clear things up."

She went out of the room laughing, putting on her clothes and leaving me alone on the bed, but even though she was laughing, I knew my teasing her had pissed her off, and I knew I needed to apologize later, maybe sooner. I waited, however, until later that night when I knew she had pretty much forgotten about the episode.

"I'm sorry," I said, "for teasing you this morning about giving head, about your past lovers. I shouldn't ask you to tell me about your sexual history." She turned and smiled, and I could see in her response that she was no longer angry, that she might actually be willing to tell me about her lovers from her past life.

"I shouldn't react that way. It's just a past," she said. "Those men are no longer important to me, so I don't need to hide them like that. I'm sorry too for the way I was, so stubborn and pretending I didn't have lovers before you. I'll tell you anything you want to know, sweetheart. It's no big deal," she said with a wink. "I was not a slut, but I did have numerous lovers over the years, many men, in fact."

I leaned in and kissed her and she returned the kiss and gave me a squeeze. "What do you want to know?" she said. "No limits. I'll tell you anything you want to know."

I waited for a minute, then I smiled and said, "Okay, who was the biggest?"

"Andre," she said. not hesitating, "without a doubt. He was huge. Maybe eight or nine inches. I couldn't even get it all in my mouth," she said with a shy grin. "What else?"

"Well," I said, "who did you enjoy most? Who's cock did you really like to suck?"

"That probably would be Charles," she said with a giggle. "I like the taste of his penis, and he could eat pussy like no body else. I liked swallowing his cum," she said with a smile. "Do you really like hearing about men I've had sex with?" she asked. I said I really did and it seemed to energize her, but at the same time I wanted to tell her the rest. I wanted to confide in her what was really happening when I asked about her having sex before me.

"I need to tell you the rest," I said, knowing what was coming would be hard to explain. "I do like hearing about men you've enjoyed fucking," I said, "but it also makes me terribly insecure and jealous. There is something else," I added. "I have an overwhelming desire to see you with someone else, to have you fucked by another man, to listen to your sounds of sexual pleasure. At the same time it scares the shit out of me to think about it happening. I think about it, fantasize about it, hope for it, but at the same time it tortures me that you could like it and not want me anymore.

"Like the stories of your past sex life. I want to hear about them, but they torture me that you were pleasured by other men and you liked their cocks in your pussy or your mouth, that they gave you as much pleasure as I do, or even more. I can't explain it," I said, trying to make myself clear, "but it turns me on and drives me nuts. I want to watch you get fucked and I don't want you to ever have sex with anyone but me. You understand?"

She shook her head, then shrugged, then kissed me. "Of course I don't understand you," she said. "So you're conflicted by it. It excites you and at the same time torments you. So you've thought about me having sex with other people?"

"All the time," I confessed. "I think about it constantly. I want it to happen, but I'd hate to have it happen at the same time. I want to see someone's cock push into your pussy, but it would kill me to see another cock pleasuring you, understand? As much as I would not like it, I want it to happen. I want to watch someone fuck you. I want you to like it, but at the same time I hope you don't. Know what I mean?"

"I'm not sure," she said, pensively.

"Have you ever thought about having sex with someone else?" I asked, knowing how hard it would be for her to answer.

"You really want to know? Would it hurt you if I said yes?" she asked.

"I do want to know. I'll be okay with it if you do. So, ever wish you could?"

"Occasionally," she said softly. "Sometimes I think about Charley, or Andre, or someone I see who I find attractive."

"What if I brought them here? Would you fuck them for me?"

"And it would hurt you?" she asked.

"It would turn me on something fierce. It would probably make me cum to watch. I think I'd like it more than I'd hate it," I said, confusing her even further.

"You'd like to fuck Charley wouldn't you? You said he was the best you'd had. What if I could get Charley here for you to fuck, would you do it for me?" I asked.

"I'd have to think about it," she said. "I don't just fuck people I'm attracted to. I'm not promiscuous. I'm not a slut that has affairs."

"It would not be an affair if I knew about it and approved," I argued. "When I said you gave the best blowjobs, I imagined you giving one to one of your past lovers. I pictured you with someone else's cock in your mouth, sucking him to an incredible orgasm, envisioning you swallowing his cum eagerly, wantonly, like a high priced whore. I often dream about it, see you fucking someone else and calling out his name as you cum. I'm obsessed with thoughts of you fucking other men."

I looked at her and smiled. "And there's more. I think monogamy is so silly. It's like the only pleasure you can't feel happy about your mate having is sexual. You wouldn't think anything about her enjoying anything else: the theater, a good meal, a massage, anything. I guess I feel a little guilty about stressing over you enjoying someone else sexually. It seems completely irrational," I said.

"I think I'd like it if you decided to fuck one of your old pals," I said.

"So if I said I would it would make you happy?" she asked, thoughtfully.

I tried to explain how much I loved her and how excited it made me to think of her having sex with someone else. "Okay," she said. "We'll think about it." Now if I can't take it, I only have myself to blame.