My Wife S Crazy Oral Obsession

All the usual rules apply. Nobody under eighteen in sexual situations.

Any resemblance to anyone living, dead or undead is purely crazy because it's all total fiction. Try not to bring too much reality into a tall tail. Its a bit over the top. Read with tongue firmly in cheek. Please be nice in your comments, or at least be civil.

My Crazy Wife's Oral Obsession

I knew she had an oral fixation. I knew it when I married her two years ago. I met her in the hospital when I had to take my father to the doctor. He was just very seriously depressed, and he had been for several years by that time. My mom had passed away and it hit him pretty hard. He had been wandering around for some time in and out of the various stages of grief. Sometimes I joined him. We both missed my mother. It's always hard when you lose a loved one. For my dad, losing my mother meant losing a big chunk of his soul. He has never recovered. While awaiting more "less-than-effective" treatment at the hospital, I met a very beautiful woman: Margo.

Margo had been in a car accident. Her head had hit the steering wheel and then the windshield. However, the thing is, she wasn't driving. She always turned red as a beet whenever she told the story. How did she hit the steering wheel if she was a passenger? Roadhead, that's how. This was probably a contributing factor in the accident. I think the poor schmuck had no idea what she had in store for him as she bobbed her head up and down whilst he attempted to drive. Pretty unsafe, this high-speed automotive fellatio. I wonder what he told the insurance company. That must have been an interesting phone call. Margo had a fairly serious concussion as well as bumps and bruises.

The doctor has a theory that in the accident she banged something in her brain that turned off her "cocksucking safety switch" and instead, made felatio her favorite thing of all time. She now likes it more than fucking. By the way, she really loves fucking. I wonder if she has ALWAYS liked to suck cock, and her close brush with death just galvanized her resolve to suck more often, as the end of the line is always just around the corner. Well, potentially that is; no one knows when or how, but we all have an expiration date. She was determined to suck as many dicks before that date as humanly possible. I think she has made it her mission in life.

Margo has her little oral hobby. She loves to suck cock. Maybe love isn't the correct word. She NEEDS to suck cock! Since she hit her head her fixation has gradually been getting worse and worse. She hums when she sucks. Lately, I hear her softly humming in her sleep! She wakes up happy and she immediately gets my morning wood into her mouth. She cannot start her day without my sperm shooting into her smiling mouth. Sometimes she just keeps going to get me hard again and then she jumps up on my once again hard dick and she fucks me with gusto. She loves to make me orgasm. She somehow comes with me, or pretty darn close to it. When she comes hard, she shudders involuntarily, and I seriously doubt she can fake her orgasms because of this "physical tell" of hers. She is the most incredibly super-sexual woman I've ever been with. Nymphomaniac is a word out of fashion, and since she is singularly obsessed with fellatio, it is not totally accurate either. However, her sex drive with me is off the scale.

She has been working on my stamina. When we met I could come with her oral three times a day. Now I can come twice before going to work, and she has trained me to come five or six times between dinner and bedtime. I have to take vitamins and eat very healthy. I work out during my lunch hour. She has me eating tons and tons of pineapple lately. I think my balls have gotten a bit bigger and maybe my cock has gone up a size or two, but that's probably just wishful thinking on my part. Do I mind having a sex-crazed oral sex-loving wife? It has been wonderful for the most part. Although parts of it I could do without most assuredly.

So I don't know what is on TV anymore. I never watch it now. She loves sucking me again and again, just taking time to fuck me in between. She hears me about to come and she quickly takes my cock back into her mouth so she can eat my jism. She loves doing that. She enjoys eating sperm, straight from the cock. My orgasms shooting semen into her happy mouth seem to fulfill her inner need to be a "cocksucking-wonder-slut". She makes me very happy. I do my best to fulfill her need for giving fellatio.

We go dancing on Saturday nights. She loves to wind me up. She whispers in my ear and asks me if she can suck this guy or that man over there. "Oh please honey, can I take them into the men's room and suck them both off? Please?" I am not sure if she's fuckin with me or if she's really serious sometimes. She has that playful look on her gorgeous face.

"Margo. Remember we are married. No sucking strangers' cocks. That is if you want to still be married to me." I was not joking.

"Mike, you know what a dirty little cocksucker I am. I love you my Darling. I can still fantasize. You dirty, dirty boy. You are so damn hard. C'mon, we need to use the family bathroom. Don't you dare hold back. I want your cock juice in my mouth and quickly." We barely made it into the lavatory. She was bobbing up and down on my hard cock like crazy. I filled her mouth with my spunk and she savored my jism before she swallowed it all down very happily. She was smiling. She licked her fat delightful cocksucker lips so easily. She thanked me for my cum. She bent over the sink, and her panties hit the floor, as she flipped her skirt up to provide me with access to her hot, hot pussy. Next thing I was fucking the shit out of her tight, dripping-wet snatch and she was shuddering as I shot jet after jet of my sperm deep inside her love hole. I felt like it went straight into her womb. We just stayed like that until some asshole started pounding on the door. We cleaned up and got out of there. Wow. What a night!

Margo apparently was designed by the big man upstairs for one and only one purpose only: to suck cock. She has big fat supple cocksucker lips. She breathes well through her nose. She has beautiful legs and strong knees. She loves to eat cum. She loves ALL DICKS: big ones, little ones, white, black, Hispanic, it doesn't seem to matter to her. She loves men's cocks. She loves SUCKING men's cocks. I have been the luckiest man alive for two years, as I have been the sole recipient of her sexy hobby. Oh yeah. Well, I hope I am the only one anyway. She even comes down to my job and she locks my door so she can take my happy dick-tation. She loves her hot sloppy lunch. Sometimes I fuck her after she gets my seed. She walks funny going home, but she is smiling.

My secretary caught her once sucking on my cock, and they both giggled like teenagers. Margo even let my secretary Donna have a come load in her mouth. I am so lucky. Then Donna ate out my wife right on my desk and Margo came like dynamite; Margo had me fuck my dearest secretary from behind, and Donna loved it. I fucked her hard, pushing Donna's face into my wife's hot cunt until they both came again. I emptied out in Margo's mouth as usual. Wow. I am so in love with my wife. She was worried about herself enjoying Donna's tongue so much. I worry about getting caught fucking two hot women at my job.

Now Donna visits us at home at least once or twice a week, with Margo's blessing. She discovered that she loves to eat Donna out, especially when I come in her cunt (Donna's that is) first. She loves to suck out my jizz from my Donna. Donna has become my happy, sexy mistress. Those dirty girls really enjoy each other's cunts. Margo really likes eating out her sexy girlfriend. Donna loves making my wife come on her tongue, and she wants to fuck me all the time. Yeah, I am spoiled with lots of sweet, sweet pussy. I make sure BOTH women are satisfied 100%! Donna spends lots of time between my wife's sexy legs! Margo has been shuddering quite a lot lately.

Wow. I did not see that coming. Donna and I try to maintain some professional decorum on the job. I am the vice president in charge of production, so I have to act the part. I can't walk around with a huge smile on my face and a hard-on in my pants. Donna is frequently on her knees under my desk. Sometimes she's on top of my desk after quitting time. She loves to give me roadhead. Donna pretty much lives with us now, so we ride in together and drive home together as well.

Donna was at the house. She was begging Margo, "PLEASE! I really want Mike to give me a baby! You and I can raise him together, with Mike of course. You could get pregnant with me! Oh please my Darling Margo." She begged my wife. Margo gave me the side eye when Donna said, "Darling". I know these two women really enjoy each other. They also need and love me, so I don't get too jealous about it.

I said, "I would love to have a bunch of kids. I am fine with your decision Margo, but we aren't getting any younger. There's one more thing. If you both have children, you can take better care of yourselves and the babies, because you can take turns with childcare. You want Donna to move in with the pregnancy and maybe the first six months? You have seen what lack of sleep does to parents. What do you think, Margo?" I asked her what she wanted to do if anything.

"I want to give you a son, Mike!" Margo said breathlessly. She put my hand on her soaking wet pupu. I think I caught the drift.

"Actually I was thinking about having three children or even four, if Margo lets me. I want her to be happy too." Donna loves Margo, and I think she really likes me quite a bit. At least I hope so.

"I want a little girl too!" Margo spoke about it for the first time.

"I want them healthy no matter what sex they are. You sure you want my baby Donna?" I asked her point blank.

"Mike, you know Margo and I have gotten a lot closer. I love you and I love her just as much. I hope you are ok with it. I want your babies, not just one," Donna was weeping as we talked about it. I was on board with it. I made damn good money, I could take good care of both girls and be a damn good dad, at least I hoped I could.

"I love you both as well. But I swore an oath to my wife. What do you say, Margo?"

"Yes, I am in love with you both. Let's make some babies." She kissed Donna and held her, while I held them both. They kissed each other and then kissed me until I fucked them both several times.

I think that night is when both girls got pregnant. I inseminated them both as many times as I could manage. I slept well in between both sexy girls. I woke up with both women in a hot 69 position and I fucked each woman as they ate each other's cunts. I managed to fill each snatch again. They both seemed to enjoy it very much, as each woman came hard as we fucked and fucked.

Donna rode in with me to work. I don't remember what I accomplished that day, but it was not much I am sure. Margo showed up at noon, and we had sex on the desk as usual. In the afternoon I got a call from my dad's doctor. I went to see him in the afternoon. My father has unfortunately become an in-patient in the hospital psych ward, because of his desire to be with my deceased mother. He has never recovered from her passing. I am still distressed about her death as well, but not to the extent he is. Death is terribly hard on everyone. They say time heals all wounds, but I find that is not correct. We just learn how to cope with the loss better. It still hurts just as bad, but we learn to live with the hurt.

Doctor McDowell was downright worried about my father Stan. He was dreadfully depressed. "Mike, I have prescribed antidepressants for him, but they only do so much. I am trying to get him into group therapy. You need to back me up on this. He can be bull-headed. Will you please talk to him? I wish he would get out of the house. Maybe you can try to convince him to consider dating again? It doesn't have to include sex, just for the companionship. Talk to him Mike, please."

"I will Doc, I promise. Thanks for everything Doctor MacDowell," I replied. With my father, this conversation was going to be an uphill battle.

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"I don't want to share my feelings with a bunch of people I don't know. My feelings are not unreasonable, son. Everyone grieves at a different rate. I am taking a long time to come to grips with your mother's death." My Dad said adamantly. I did understand what the loss meant to him. My Mom was everything to him. Her passing had just about destroyed my Dad. He had become the proverbial "basket case".

"Dad, please think of it as a place to help you deal with this terrible tragedy. I am begging you to do this. At least try it? You might be able to help other folks deal with their loss as well. Hell, you might find a good-looking woman to help um... un-block you downstairs you know?" At that, my father laughed and laughed.

"Alright, already. I will try it for... let's say, six weeks. If it's not worth my time I will stop, but who knows? Maybe I can find a girl as good-looking as your pretty wife. Deal? Stop bugging me about it though, okay Mike?" My Dad was only trying to get me off his back, but it was a start. My father was very much like a big rock, slow to get moving, but once he was rolling he was almost impossible to stop. The hard part was to just get him into motion.

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"So it's been years now, and my Father's grief is exactly the same as the first month following my Mom's death. The doctor has tried all the available antidepressants to no avail, he has had grief therapy, psychotherapy, and group therapy. My Dad was able to help others in group therapy, but not himself." I explained to my wife. Margo nodded.

"His doctor has been upset because he spoke in group the other day about him planning his suicide. This of course set off alarm bells within the psychiatric staff. My Dad then assured them that he would make sure none of the doctors or nurses would be held accountable for his demise, and that he very much appreciated all their help on his behalf. They of course immediately contacted me. I don't know what to do anymore." In truth, I was at wits' end. I was speaking to my darling wife. "It's like he is determined to kill himself. I'm afraid he's just either waiting for the right time or perhaps he's just working up the courage to do it. However, I know my dad. He is not without courage. Maybe there's a part of him just hanging on, barely keeping him from offing himself? That's the part I have to reach out to." I told her.

"Mike, I want to have a little chat with your dad. He has no idea how many people have been affected by his selfish behavior. Yeah, I know why he is so very upset and depressed. I understand that. But his actions have repercussions with his loved ones that he either doesn't seem to know about or that he's beyond caring about. I love you my dearest husband, but his problem has become your problem now... so by default, it's also become MY problem." She said this with grim determination. She was not quite angry. Perhaps the right word was cross. Yes, Margo was cross.

"So just by chatting with him, you're going to bring him back into the light from the depths of despair?" I asked her, as she grabbed her keys.

"Yup" is all she said.

"How?" I asked.

"You know exactly how, Mike," she said to me. "I'll be back in an hour." She kissed me. She was gone. I did not pick up on what she said. I damn well should have. Why did my mind go blank at the crucial moment in time? What the hell is the matter with me? I "know exactly how"? What the hell did she mean by that? I had an epiphany. OHMYGOD, OHMYGOD! I knew exactly what she was planning to do!

OH SHIT, oh shit, oh fucking shit! It took me this long to get what it was that she just said to me. Fuck! I ran out to my truck and I got on the road and floored it. Red and blue flashing lights were behind me. SHIT! Not now, not now! The cop was the slowest piece of shit officer to ever wear a badge. The bastard took his sweet fuckin time giving me my damn ticket. He finally gave me my license and ticket. I cut over on Industry Avenue cause there is no traffic to speak of and the cop went the other way. I drove like a bat outa hell. I tear assed down to the hospital. I was just too damn late. She was just coming out of the front doors, licking her lips happily. She saw me. She did not look guilty at all in the least. She smiled at me. Fuck me, she fuckin did it!

"Why are you here Honey? I told you that I would be back in an hour." She smiled at me again. Her hair was messed up as was her top. Her blood-red lipstick was smudged badly. I was too damn late.

"What did you just do Margo?" She saw how upset I was. My tears were still wet on my cheeks. I was pretty upset.

"I took care of the problem, Mike." She giggled.

"Did you do what we discussed that you would NEVER DO if you wanted to stay married to me? Is that what you just did?" I asked her.

"Yes. I gave my father-in-law a nice blowjob. I also let him fondle my boobs for about thirty seconds or so to get him going. That was over the clothes. Your Dad is going to be ok now. I also made arrangements with the girls doing his treatment to give him a daily blowjob to keep him happy. There were ten volunteers, so your father might have to get two BJs every other day. He promised me that he would not even think about committing suicide. The girls seem to think his recovery is going to go well. I think they like giving him oral treatments, as it were. They all love your father. I think four or five of them are determined to not only suck his dick but fuck his balls off. Your Dad looked a tiny bit happy, or at least not quite as sad as he has been. I told him that I was done, that I could not do anything else because I love you, and that was that. He accepted that. He said thank you for caring about him. I think that was for both of us.

"I hope you are not mad at me, but this was a life-or-death situation. That's no joke. Your dad had saved up a bunch of his meds. He was going to take ten days' worth of meds all at once. He figured that would kill himself." She burst into tears, "I love you, Mike. Please... please forgive me for doing that. I just had to try, and I know how happy my sucking makes you my darling. I beg of you to forgive me for what I had to do," she was truly sorry. I could see it on her face. Margo had real remorse. She couldn't let my Dad die. She knew exactly what that would do to me. So she took matters into her own hands, err... mouth as it were. She made her father-in-law happy the only way she knew how for sure. Margo pulled him back from the brink, I have no doubt. I truthfully had never heard of blowjobs to treat severe depression. Would it work? Who the fuck knows? They have tried pretty much everything else. They really had nothing to lose.

"I forgive you Margo. You did what you thought was necessary. You probably saved his life. Thank you for your help." I said it to her. I felt bad that I was so upset by all this happening now. She had nothing but good intentions. I mean, it was only one blowjob against my Dad's life. Why did it hurt me? Why was my stomach tied up in knots?

"Come on home Darling. You need to spank your dirty wife. I was very bad, and I need to be punished severely. Hurry home, but don't get a ticket," she kissed me and I smelled mouthwash. Margo turned and she walked towards her car. Her fantastic hips were going this way and that. She looked over her shoulder at me and it was pure lust. At least she still lusted after me. She was shaking her ass for my benefit.

"Too late, I got a two hundred dollar ticket from trying so hard to stop you," I said quietly. "I was just too late," I turned around and walked to my truck, not sure if this was the end or was it just like she said it was, a mercy blowjob. I was a bit confused about the whole situation. I found myself sitting in a bar telling my story to a very sexy woman. I was almost in tears when I described my situation. Was I making a mountain out of a molehill?