Occasionally an occurrence comes from so far out of left field that one has no choice but to just say, "What the fuck?"
It happened to me recently, Jim, for any of you that care, a benign act at a party that turned my world inside out and sideways. I had never questioned my wife's love or fidelity, not even once.
Gerry and I have been a couple since high school, I was her first lover, I know this to be true. I have since found after twelve years of marriage, that I wasn't her only, although she is still mine. We have never been too adventurous in the bedroom, not from lack of trying on my part, but from her unwillingness to try new experiences. I have always wanted more of a sexual relationship with her, but I loved her so much that I settled for what I had.
Let me expand on that last paragraph a little, the reason will become clear latter in the story. One evening, shortly after we were married, we had a nice dinner on the town. A little dancing and some romancing, a couple of bottles of wine, the night was perfect to continue our celebration back at home in the bedroom.
I took Gerry in my arms and kissed her with the passion felt only by a few select lovers in history. As our lips touched, the world stopped on it's axis for a moment. Time froze, and to me, our love was the only thing that mattered. As my tongue touched hers, the planets aligned and to this day, I have never felt like that.
I made all the right moves that night, she seemed to melt under my touch. I began to think that this might be the night that we might explore the boundaries of our sex life. I kissed and licked my way around her neck, I made love to her breasts with my tongue. Continuing down, I kissed her until my lips met musky quivering pussy. She exploded in a frenzy such as I'd never seen before, Gerry went wild as I ate her to orgasm after orgasm.
This was the first time she or I had attempted or received oral sex. I hoped that I had pleased her and she might return the favor. I positioned myself with my hard throbbing cock near her mouth, she was tentative, she didn't look pleased anymore but she understood what I wanted. Her tongue pensively tasted my hard flesh, she slowly took me into her mouth and began to suck slowly.
Gerry then backed off, "I can't do it Honey," she looked up at me with pleading eyes.
"Please baby, please, you can do it, I know you can," I groaned.
She again tried to take me into her mouth, but violently wretched and gagged. She ran to the bathroom and locked the door. I tried and tried to comfort her, I thought that I'd done something wrong. Christ, was it me? Did I taste that bad? Her answer to all my questions was no, she told me it was her, it was in her head, the idea was too much for her. Needless to say, I was left with a hard dick and a crying wife.
That night ended all thoughts of oral sex for me, at least on the receiving end. Gerry very much enjoyed it when I went down on her, but the favor was never to be returned. She felt too much like a whore and thought that I would never again respect her if she were to perform that vilest of all acts for me.
So our life went on, we lived a good life. The manufacturing business I'd started was booming, each year for us was better and better. The crazy little company that started in my garage was now a very large player with a Department of Defense contract. In fact, we were almost the sole customer of Gerry's family owned electronic supply company. Joe, Gerry's dad, was now finally seeing a return on the business he had put his whole life into. Although I was never Joe's favorite person, he seemed content to ride my shirt tail to prosperity.
Gerry's mom, now she's a real piece of work. I call her the Church lady, so, so self righteous, her word comes straight from god, at least according to her. Gerry listens to her mother's bullshit too much if you ask me, but somehow we seem to avoid each other.
Now that you've got a little piece of the picture, let's fast forward to the reason for my story.
It was a Friday evening, and we were having some friends over for diner. Three other couples that we saw frequently were coming over for an evening of food and drink. The food was great, Gerry had really out done herself with dinner. After eating, the guys as per usual gravitated to the pool table in the game room, and the girls were happy to sit around the kitchen table sipping wine and gossiping or what ever they do.
My beer was empty so I headed for the kitchen to get another. As I got to the door, I could hear the girls laughing like a bunch of hens, I hesitated before going in and stood back for a second to see what was so funny. Sandy, one of the other wives, was demonstrating for the other girls, the proper technique of a blow job using a banana. I stood there hidden from them, I was intrigued, and yes, I was getting hard and enjoying the hell out of it.
My attention was on Sandy and the way she instructed the girls. I could only dream that Gerry would use this new found information on me later, but I knew it would never happen. Sandy worked that fruit over taking almost half of it down her throat before gagging and coming up for air.
The other girls seemed to be enthralled in the display like I was, but not my darling Gerry. Gerry seemed amused but not particularly impressed by Sandy's abilities. Without a word, Gerry reached for a banana, tore it from the bunch and proceeded to deep throat the whole thing down to the stem. She didn't flinch, not a gag, she seemed to be massaging the thing with her throat muscles. She pulled it out slowly with an "mmmmmm" sound as it slid effortlessly from her mouth.
An amazed Sandy exclaimed, "Jesus girl, where in the hell did you learn that?"
You could have knocked me over with a feather when I heard Gerry reply, "Practice, practice, practice."
The hard dick in my pants was gone and maybe even showing signs of shrinkage. I just watched the most incredibly sexy thing that Gerry had ever done, and it signaled the end of everything to me.
