Lisa

Lisa

I am a 37 yr old married woman who is blessed or cursed with having a very unusual sexual condition. I can only have an out of this world orgasm if I am sucking on a cock. Oh, I can have little ones by masturbating or having my husband Bill lick my pussy or having him bang me for a long time or give me tender and loving anal sex. I'm talking about an orgasm that really rocks me. What the French women call "Le Petite Mort", The Little Death.

I was very sheltered growing up.I was a volleyball phenom. So from the fifth grade onward I was playing volleyball either with the school team or multiple club teams or practicing with a coach. When I wasn't playing volleyball I was studying. I had no social life. Anything I learned about sex was from articles or Cosmopolitan magazine. I never really had a boyfriend although many boys were after me. I simply had no time for them. Life was volleyball and studying.

I met Bill when I was a freshman at Purdue and he was a in his third year of law school at Notre Dame. I was a starter on the volleyball team and again had little time off. We were given a three day breather after months of training and a friend of mine, Christine, was dating another law student at Notre Dame. She asked me to come along with her to South Bend. Her boyfriend had a friend named Bill who joined us. We ended up going to a hockey game and I sat next to Bill. He was handsome and funny and had a good build. By the end of the game I was smitten with him. He walked me back to the car and he gave me a little kiss and then an open mouth kiss. When his tongue touched mine I melted. I talked about Bill with Christine all the way home.

Finally Christine smiled at me and said "Love at first sight"

"Yes!" I shouted.

Bill and I talked often on the phone and after the Big Ten tournament was over he drove down to pick me up and I went back to his apartment with him. In his bedroom, Bill ran his hands over my naked body and I began to feel his hands pushing my head down past his stomach. I began licking and sucking his cock. I had never done it before and I loved it. I gradually began to feel tingling in my legs and pussy. The tingling began to get very warm and the intensity increased rapidly. When I felt warm liquid spurt in my mouth it was like I was struck by lightning. My breath was knocked out of me. Everything turned black. I had no muscle strength. I collapsed on Bill's thigh. I couldn't move. " Le Petite Mort!" I could hear Bill calling to me but his voice was muffled and sounded far away.

"Lisa! Lisa! Are you alright?" Gradually, my body returned and I wallowed in the post orgasmic silkiness as we cuddled.

I left Purdue with a degree in microbiology and two All American awards as an outside hitter. I received a Doctorate in three years and was hired by a large pharmaceutical company. Bill and I had continued to date and married shortly after I was hired by the Pharma firm. Bill specialized in International law and was out of the country regularly. Because we were both ambitious and were frequently traveling,we decided not to have children.

I rose through the company rapidly. In a male dominated industry, I stood out. I am 6'1" weigh 155 lbs and have a nice ass and 34B breasts which are very firm and provide nice cleavage no matter what type of blouse I wear. I have shoulder length brown hair and bright blue eyes. I have been told by a few people that I am professionally beautiful, whatever that means. I've been mistaken a few times for Norah O 'Donnel, the CBS evening news host. I wear 3 inch heels to work and I'm not shy about wearing clothes that highlight my physical assets. When I walk into meetings, talking stops and people stare. I prefer to think that it was my brains rather than looks that helped me achieve my position as Senior Vice President Customer Relations. But I'm sure being easy on the eyes didn't hurt. I am solely responsible for handling our top three clients and report directly to the President of the company.

Bill and I have a fantastic and varied sexual relationship. We are very active and relish a variety of fantasy and sex toys. Because of the pressure packed jobs we have, sex is a necessary balm. Even though we are strict Catholics attending Mass every week, we like watching occasional porn and love talking dirty during sex.

Now here is why I think only being able to cum when sucking cock is a curse. Bill had prostate cancer surgery 4 weeks ago. He had the radical surgery where the doctor cuts just below the belly button down almost to the penis. The prostate is removed and the doctors try to peel off the nerves that control erections and leave them in the body. The nerves will grow back in time and at some point normal erectile function returns for most men.

I feel sorry for Bill but it has been 4 weeks since I've had an orgasm and my patience is waning. And it will probably be at least another 4 weeks before Bill might possibly get erect. I know you probably think I'm being a bitch of a wife. But I can't tell you how not having orgasms is affecting my emotional state. I'm short with fellow workers and getting push back from clients. I'm nasty to our our cleaning lady. I'm simply not the same person. I hate myself. I pray every night that my mind and body will calm but the prayers don't seem to help. I feel like I'm falling apart all because I can't suck a cock and have a LePetite Mort..

At week 6 I have become unbearable. I snap at Bill constantly and peck at people needlessly. I confess my actions each week but the priest's words don't provide much help. My prayers are going on deaf ears.

Week 7 and Bill has had it with me. He told me I was ruining our marriage and said he was on the edge of calling a lawyer about a divorce. I burst out crying and tried to apologize but he walked away. The next morning he said he had an idea. He told me about these xxx shops that have booths with holes in them and I could go in with him and suck a stranger's cock.

"You think I would be able to cum sucking some perverts dick? Someone who might not have showered in the last few days? Some homeless guy? Some 75 yr old creep? My God, you want want me to cheat on you?"

"You wouldn't be cheating. I want you to do it. To have an orgasm so you calm down"

"I'm not going to suck someone through a hole in a dirty bookstore."

"Then how about getting someone on line and meeting in a hotel?"

"Same answer. You can't trust anyone you see on line. You know that."

Bill turned and walked away frustrated. I so feared he was going to call a divorce lawyer. The next morning I threw out an idea to him.

"Remember that time when we were both so horny and you pulled the car onto a road that led to a pasture and I gave you a blowjob? Well, what if I went to a nice expensive bar and waited for someone who was relatively attractive and was likely in our same socio economic status to pick me up. I would go to his car and give him a blow job?"

"Hell no.I'm not going to let you be led off by some stranger to violate you. For Christ sake, the person might be a complete wacko. I don't care how attractive he is or how well dressed. He could be a Ted Bundy!"

"Aren't you being a little dramatic here? I'm a big girl. I deal with strong willed men every day."

" I won't let you do it. No way."

I looked down and played with my wedding ring, then I had a thought and looked up at Bill.

"Ok, what if you came with me and you went into the bar first and sat where you could watch from a distance. You would wait until someone who I thought might work joined me and talked to me for awhile and then you would join us. At that point, we could ask him if he could help with our situation. We would go in our car and I would suck him?"

Bill said it was something we could try and we decided Friday evening we would give it a shot.

I wanted to feel sexy on Friday and after I showered and did my hair and make up I slipped on a white thong. I put on a garter and nude stockings then a white lacy bra that accentuated my breasts. I wore a white silk blouse and left the top two buttons undone. I chose an light emerald skirt that was several inches above my knees and was slit in the middle. I had on toenail and finger nail polish that matched my skirt. I chose a pair of strappy light brown sandals. I wore a small diamond necklace down three inches below my neck and diamond earrings. A touch of perfume was the finishing touch. Bill was very impressed.

The bar was in a hotel on the largest lake in our small midwestern city. It seemed like everyone in there was looking to get laid. It was perfect. I ordered a drink and took in the crowd. In a matter of minutes two separate men approached me. One was a creep and the other was drunk.

I sent them both on their way with "I'm waiting for my husband. He will be here any minute."

Then a man wearing a nice looking linen sport coat and a black Italian looking golf shirt beneath it approached me. He had on dark slacks that also looked Italian. He had black hair and a five o'clock shadow. His eyes were also dark but kind. I guessed he was about ten years older than me. His name was Leo and he was very easy to talk to and I felt comfortable with him. I smiled at him and, at some point, gave him what Bill said always drove him wild...mouth slightly open with the tip of my tongue touching my upper lip. I could feel his eyes travel slowly over my body. I got up from the table and told him I was going to the ladies room but asked him to stay and that I wouldn't be long. My heart was racing with nervousness and anticipation. I checked my make up and hair in the washroom and then came out and signaled to Bill. He arrived at the table at the same time as me.

Our conversation with Leo was tense. I told him that I was not a prostitute or an under cover officer and that I really needed his help. Bill told him the full story and that he was fine with the whole thing. I watched Leo's shocked reaction and then I took his hand and pleaded with him.

"What Bill told you is true. I'm sex starved and Bill can't perform. Please come with us? It will probably only take half an hour. Leo, please!

I got up took his hand and we led him out of the bar to our car. Bill said Leo didn't need his sport coat and took it from him and opened the back door for Leo and me. Leo and I got in to the back seat and Bill put Leo's coat on the passenger front seat and started the car and drove away.

I turned to Leo and said "I guess I can kiss you since I'm going to suck your cock." I said. I put a hand on his cheek and kissed him. It was terrifying and thrilling. A feel of different lips. A different taste. An after shave I'd never smelled.A thick tongue that shot into my mouth. When our tongues touched I felt dampness between my legs. His hand brushed my breasts and I could feel my nipples harden and knew that they were visible through my bra and blouse.

We drove out of town and Bill pulled in to the entrance of a gravel pit. The gate to the pit was about 100 yards off the road and Bill pulled up to it and stopped the car and turned off the lights. Leo pushed me back against the door of the car and started to fumble with my blouse buttons.

"Let me help you" I said. When I had four buttons undone Leo pulled my bra down and began kissing my nipples. He pushed my legs apart and his hand moved up my legs past the tops of my stockings. He deftly moved my thong aside and inserted two fingers into my dripping pussy and massaged my clit with his thumb. I was on fire but I wanted to feel his cock in my mouth.

I pushed him back and said "It's your turn." He was now against his door and I awkwardly shifted my body so I was lying on the seat and had one knee on the floor. He undid his belt and removed his pants and I pulled his jockey underwear down below his balls when he lifted his hips up. I grasped his hard cock and put it in my mouth. It was about as long as Bill's but thicker with a big head. It felt wonderful in my mouth. I massaged his balls and then licked them while stroking them. Then back to sucking his thick cock. We were both moaning. I suddenly began to feel a welcomed tingling in my calves and pussy. Leo now had his hands on my head and was making a high pitched whining sound. The tingling was now a burning feeling and when I felt cum in my mouth I hovered on the edge and on the third spurt I lost it. Everything went black and I slumped on to Leo's belly. I felt cum hitting my cheek and lips. I couldn't move. I couldn't breathe. When he finished, Leo lifted me up and hefted me over to my door. I finally caught some air. I was gasping. I was lying against the door. My skirt was up around my waist. My thong was stuck between my labia. My blouse was wide open and my bra was below my boobs. My hair was a mess. I had one leg up on the seat with my knee up. The other leg was on the floor. I had cum on my cheeks and lips and some had run down to my neck. I was in a daze with the post orgasmic wave washing over me. I heard Leo and Bill talking but it sounded like a recording slowed down. I opened my eyes and Bill was gazing at me through the rear view mirror. Leo passed me his handkerchief. I wiped myself off and got my clothes back together. I went to straighten my hair and felt cum. We drove back to the bar in silence.

I cried almost all the way home telling Bill between sobs how sorry I was for cheating on him. Bill kept telling me that I didn't cheat on him and that he loved me dearly. I went to Confession in another city on Saturday because I didn't want our parish priest to recognize me. In the confessional the priest kept talking about rebuilding the relationship. Bill and I didn't need to rebuild anything. We were deeply in love. I just couldn't lose the feeling of remorse. But the orgasm did help me feel calmer and I patched up things with fellow workers and apologized to clients.

On Saturday several weeks later, Bill and I worked hard all morning outside doing yard chores. We took a nap after lunch and I woke up very horny.

I cuddled with Bill and I said "Do you think we could do the bar thing tonight" He agreed and I began to get ready for the night out. I showered and washed my hair and then took a long hot bath. When I got out of the bath I dried off and admired my body in the mirror. I had to admit I was hot. I had all the curves in the right places. I looked at my thick bush and thought about what Bill once said about my bush hiding a treasure to be discovered. But most of the women in porn had shaved pussies and I felt like doing something different. I first used a scissors to trim the longer hair off my bush then I put on Bill's shave cream and shaved. I felt the skin afterwords and felt some stubbles so I shaved it again making it totally smooth.

Bill's eyes went wide open when he saw me. I knew he wanted to ravish me but couldn't. It made me sad but I couldn't hide the fact that I was dying to get my mouth on a cock. I put on a nice loose white t-shirt and a short denim skirt with a slit in it. I didn't wear a bra or panties. I wore a buttonless lightweight vest over the t-shirt. It wasn't a sophisticated outfit but I didn't care. I loved the cool feeling on my bald pussy when I spread my legs to sit at the table. Bill and I went to a expensive hotel bar in the downtown area and I ordered a drink and sat at a table. The bar was filled with men who had just finished a rugby game and they were overweight and sweaty. I didn't want anyone approaching me.

We left and went to another bar but it was empty except for a few older men. I got stares but I had no interest. I was getting discouraged and was losing patience. Here I was sexy and very horny but things were not working out. Bill then drove to a bar near the campus. Bill went in first and sat where he could watch. I ordered a drink and sat on a high stool facing the bar. A group of students was at one end of the bar and there was a blond gentleman looking at me through the bar mirror. He would look away when I caught his eye but I could tell he was intrigued. He was probably five years younger than me and was thin and a had professorial look about him. He was very handsome in a Keith Urban kind of way.

Eventually he approached me and politely asked if he could join me. His name was Peter and indeed he was a professor. English Lit. He was sitting beside me at the table and had a full view of my body. I lifted one shoe up and placed it on the bar stool while slightly spreading my legs. The three drinks were working on me. I felt my nipples hardening and when ever I moved my vest would open giving Peter a peak at the bumps showing through my top. Bill suddenly joined us and we went through our story.

Peter was shocked and resistant but I leaned forward and placed my hand on his thigh. " Peter, please help me!"

"I want to suck your cock right now" and I grabbed his hand and began walking out the door with Bill following. In the car, I took off my vest and kissed him. He immediately went for my boobs and I began rubbing his cock. Bill drove out to the airport and into the parking garage. He drove to the top level where there were only two cars. He turned the car off and Peter and I went at it. I took off my t-shirt to give him total access to my breasts and he licked and sucked my nipples.He spread my legs and fingered my wet pussy. My clit was burning.

I worked at his belt and he raised his hips and I pulled his pants down. He was wearing boxers and his cock jumped out. Oh my!. His cock wasn't overly thick but it was long as a hammer handle. I grabbed it and licked it and sucked it and searched for his balls. I couldn't get enough of his cock. I was worshipping it. I was letting out little moans as I went up and down on it. I could only get a bit more than half in my mouth. He was fucking my mouth and I loved it. I could feel my wetness leaking down my inner thigh. I was feeling the tingling now and was rapidly heating up. He fucked my mouth faster and faster and I felt myself going to the edge and then the lightning bolt hit me. I was out. I fell on to his lap and he quickly pulled me up roughly and turned me over and shoved me in to the door on my side of the car. I was numb and my muscles weren't working but he lifted my hips up and jammed his cock into me. He banged me hard and fast and my head was hitting the door.

Bill shouted "Don't cum in her."

Peter's cock was hitting my cervix. He was growling now and then I heard " Ua Ua Ua "and I felt hot cum on my ass cheeks and butt hole. He moved to his side of the car when he was done and I struggled to roll over and get up. I sat with my skirt hiked up, legs apart, tits uncovered. My skirt was wet with cum. I just sat there dazed feeling the post orgasmic warmth all over my body. When Bill started the car, I found my shirt and vest and put them on. It was just like the last time driving home. I was whimpering and Bill was trying to console me. I had to wait an entire week to go to Confession and I was wallowing in guilt.

I managed to hang on a few more weeks trying to stay upbeat. Then one morning I woke up with Bill rubbing my shoulder. When I turned to him he rolled on to his back, pulled down the bottom of his sleep wear and his cock popped up.

"Surprise" he said. I hugged him and felt tears welling in my eyes and I reached down and gently squeezed his cock. It wasn't rock hard but I knew it would be in the coming weeks.It didn't matter. I moved down the bed and put it in my mouth. What a pleasant feeling! I was so happy! I was crying. It was just like old times.