Her Isses Sweeter Than Wine

My wife's lips are literally an erogenous zone. She has made kissing an erotic, sexual competitive sport, and has taken the act to levels men can't handle without psychological help. I have told her she gives the best kiss I have ever experienced, even better than you can see in porn. I have watched her leave a man weak in the knees and dizzy from just her tongue work alone. She is clearly the sexiest kisser ever.

The first time I saw her leave a man defenseless from her lip work was during a New Years Eve party when I suspect she made a man actually have an orgasm in his pants from the kiss she gave him under the mistletoe. He looked terribly uncomfortable, and I was sure he had ejaculated in his shorts as she kissed him. Probably it was the first, most likely the last, time he ever came from a kiss. I know the first time it happened to me I was astounded and I happened to be at a nude beach so I could not hide the fact in my underwear.

I was addicted to her kisses in high school. She fucks really well, I mean really, really well, especially if she kisses you while you fuck, which she always does, but it is her kisses that put her on the map. In college, after we were married, I suggested she share the wealth. Not that she fuck every man that she sees, although that would be all right with me, however, because I am a very tolerant husband when it comes to my wife fucking other guys, but what I meant was that she go through the alphabet and kiss as many men as she could find, let them see what a real kiss was like. I tell you, her tongue work is world class, and it thrills me to watch her turn men into jelly with each one of her world-class French kisses.

She started her venture when she left my buddy in a trance at our front door when she kissed him goodnight and left him breathless and spent from her caress and handiwork with her expert tongue. The fact that she gave him tongue as they kissed at the front door surprised him, I could tell. After he recovered somewhat, he stumbled deliriously to his car and I was afraid he would be a danger behind the wheel because of the way she left him wobbling from her licentious tongue-kiss at the door.

That was when I suggested she share her gift with the male world. "Even women could appreciate the power of your kisses," I said, suggesting she not limit herself to men. "Maybe you should share your gift even with the ladies." She smiled, and I could tell she liked the idea. Her second 'victim' was my roommate in college, when she kissed him hello at the dorm room door and he nearly collapsed from the power of it.

I swear, her lips are a lethal weapon, and she relishes the potency of her oral skills. When she surprised my roommate with the kiss of his lifetime, he muttered for half an hour before he could put together one cogent sentence.

Some women fuck really, really well, but--although she does fuck really well--it is those Herculean kisses that make my wife a very high-octane woman with a talent that puts her in the hierarchy of memorable females of the region. I know men would like to fuck her, but the word about her kisses has gotten around, and men talk in locker rooms about how sensuous and in demand "that woman's" kisses are. "I tell you," one man said to a group of his friends, "she kissed me in front of her husband and my dick got hard. I was afraid my wife would hear about it and an attorney would be contacting me. I tell you, it was the best goddamned kiss I have ever gotten from a woman I wasn't paying," he gushed.

She began going through the alphabet, as I had suggested, starting with my friend Alan and being determined to get to Z before the year was up. I was eager to watch her hypnotize all the men she could with her magical lips, giving them tongue they would never forget. I knew if she set her mind to it, she would easily find someone someday whose named started with Z and she would leave him gasping for air with just one lip lock he wouldn't soon forget.

We were visiting some friends and when we were leaving and saying goodbye, she put her arms around his neck, put her lips to his, and proceeded to send him to heaven for almost two minutes. Then she turned to the wife, as I had also suggested, and took her in her arms and gave her the most sensuous kiss a housewife has ever given another housewife who wasn't a practicing lesbian with a history of bussing other women. They kissed for nearly three minutes and I could tell her friend did not want to end the kiss. Her husband and I just stood there watching the two women go at it like lovers on a hot date.

When they finished, the man's wife just stared off into space like she was dazed and happy for the first time in her married life.

Then that woman began visiting Claire regularly and when she'd leave they would kiss repeatedly at the door, prolonging their parting as long as possible. We think my wife has turned a timid housewife into a raging nympho lesbian with just one kiss. That is the thing about her, you can't stop with just one. Kissing her is like eating potato chips. You can't eat just one.

I have a friend named Jake who she kissed and caused him to break up with his girlfriend and spend numerous days at our house. I knew he also wanted to fuck her, but what he really wanted to do was simply kiss her, over and over. He finally confessed to me that he was in love with my wife, and he proposed we share her, saying he could let me fuck her, but he really couldn't get enough of her kisses. He actually simply wanted to kiss her everyday, morning, noon, and night.

I told him he could kiss her, but it had to be on his own time. He hangs around a lot these days, and she will oblige him every so often just keep him from throwing himself off of a bridge. I don't mind her kissing him, but I draw the line at him keeping his clothes in our closet. I wouldn't even mind him fucking her on occasion, but I don't want to give up my side of the bed for a puppy in heat who can't live without my wife's kisses.

We were in Portugal when she left some men in that country wanting to immigrate to the US. We had been at a restaurant and she kissed the waiter as a thank you for the good service. One thing led to many others and she ended up kissing the whole staff. She left quite an impression.

Two of the men from the restaurant slept with her, although it was her kisses that led to that. One of the men at the restaurant asked me if we were a liberated American couple. I said, "Depending on what that meant, we are a couple who allow each other the freedom to explore our sexuality as each sees fit. Do you want to sleep with my wife? If so, you need to ask her." He smiled, turned to my wife and asked her straight out if she would sleep with him.

She turned to and smiled, said, "I will be a while." Then she was gone until nearly breakfast time. She had fucked both of them. I asked her how she was liking Portugal and she said they were very nice here. I did not ask her about her time with Julian and Mario from Portugal, because if she wants to tell me about it she will. I know it was the kiss that captivated them, and I know their opinions of Americans just came up a notch or two.

When we got back from Portugal, she brought up our trip to Europe and her night with Julian and Mario. "I hope you didn't mind my night with the Portuguese waiters," she said. I told her I certainly didn't mind. I said I hoped she enjoyed her night in Lisbon. "Very nice," she said with a grin.

"You have left men breathless in the US and in Europe," I said. "Your kisses are famous around the world. I am sure Julian and Mario are still talking about the American lady with the great kiss." She blushed and said she hoped they remembered more than the kiss.

"The pussy was pretty hot too that night," she said with a naughty grin. I kissed her and agreed. I took her hand and we walked to the bedroom. "You want some of those good kisses?" she asked with a sly smile.

"I married those kisses," I said. "I always want your kisses. They are the best in the west. They may be the best ever," I said holding her close to me. "Kisses sweeter than wine," I said. We got into bed and she snuggled against my body, wrapping her legs around me and taking hold of my penis, massaging it in her fingers, feeling it grow in her hand. I moved so my penis was at her cleft and the tip touched her labia and moved between them with the help of her lubrication that was flowing generously. She moved her hips to help it slid in and wiggled them, almost pulling me into her vagina with her movement. The sound system was playing Jimmie Rodger's 'Kisses Sweeter Than Wine' and I was fucking her to the sound of the music. It was clearly my favorite song about my favorite person, and she smiled at me as we made love.

I had been loving those hot kisses for a long time, and I thought back to all the years I had been enjoying them. She was beneath me, holding her legs wide and she wrapped them around my waist and pulled me against her, forcing my erection as deep as it would go. "I love you," she said between humps with her hips. I said I loved her also and picked up my pace to try to bring her to the edge.

For a minute after she came, we held one another tight, savoring the feel of our warm bodies together, "Goodnight, baby," I said as I rolled off of her and pulled her to me. We slipped into sleep and were out in less than a minute.