Now that it had been a year since her first oral favor for her husband, Claire clearly was more comfortable giving, even somewhat enthusiastic at servicing with her lips and tongue some of his friends, and currently she acquiesced dutifully to fulfill each of his requests. However, she still denied she really liked doing it, but once she started it was hard for her to claim it was not a genuine pleasure to suck the cock of each of the men her husband asked her to. It was actually hard, with any credibility, to deny that she enjoyed sucking someone other than her husband. It almost became impossible for her to suggest she didn't get a great deal of pleasure from sucking an erect and and interested penis of any man willing to unzip for her.
She knew men had always liked what she did to them, knew she was most likely better than the average woman at sucking cock and pleasuring men with her mouth, either kissing or sucking, she knew she did it well. She had, even though she denied it, even to herself, been great at getting men to do what she wanted by using her oral skills to bring them to their knees, so to speak.
As she readied herself for a night with her husband, she combed out her hair and put it in a style she knew he loved. She knew he was proud of how she looked, and she now knew he was proud of her sexual skills as well. She was naked in front of mirror, and she smiled shyly at the image of herself without clothes standing in the bathroom. She looked good, and she felt good about that. At first it disturbed her a bit that her husband wanted her to pleasure other men with her mouth, but she eventually relaxed about it and accepted his explanation that it excited him to visualized her with someone else, explaining that quite a few men get pleasure from seeing their wives have sex with another man. She didn't understand it, but he said he wasn't sure about it either. He could not explain it to her, but with his willing confession she felt better.
By asking her to pleasure his friends, he had given her the chance to do something he suspected she privately wished for, because the reality was she secretly liked it, he had guessed right. She even fantasized about it before and after each time. She privately experienced orgasms dreaming about sucking the cocks of other men. She knew she did it well, even thinking she had a skill she could use. She thought about fucking men as well, but mostly it was oral sex she wanted.
Her husband had asked her to, he had thought she would actually like doing it, but for a long time she denied she would enjoy it, although the reality was she had thought about it before on her own. Claire liked sex, liked giving oral, but secretly what she dreamed about the most was giving it to other men. After she had done Jake, the third friend of his she had done, she found it hard to disguise her enthusiasm. She looked forward to each time she did someone he asked her to, and eventually became a very willing participant.
She then began inviting them over when David was not around. Although each of them told him about being with his wife, he didn't confront her about it. He just enjoyed musing about his wife sucking off his friends, picturing it in his head as he did other things.
Almost everyday there would be another car parked in front of his house while he was at work, usually during lunch time, when one of his friends, and a few times when it was with men he didn't know, we're getting their cocks serviced by the mouth of his lovely and orally fixated wife.
It was the way she lost herself in the act of oral sex that gave him the idea, that made him realize that she may be an orally obsessed woman, that she may secretly want to suck the cocks of other men, many other men. He began to fantasize about watching her do it, began thinking of it constantly, picturing it in his mind, imaging it while he was at work, wanting to get her to enjoy what he thought she secretly craved.
When she finally admitted to him that she "didn't hate it," as she said the night she acknowledged to him that sucking off his friends actually may be something she could "learn to like," she gave him a blow job that had to go down in oral sexual history. He collapsed onto the mattress like a man who had just run two marathons, completely drained by the talented mouth of the woman he loved and thanked God everyday for. She was clearly dedicated to giving the best head in the known world.
When he came home early for lunch one day unannounced and saw through the window in the front door his wife eagerly sucking his friend Jake's cock like a whore during shore leave for the seventh fleet, he stood at the door and watched with a pleasure he couldn't put into words. She was like an artist with a creative skill that people praised enthusiastically.
Jake fell back against the sofa when she had finished him off with a lapping tongue, cleaning his spent dick with loving care. David watched from the front door window, then turned and went to his car, not wanting to break the spell his wife had put on his friend.
Later he spoke on the phone with Jake, telling him he had watched. "She's pretty fucking special," Jake told his friend, delighted at the blow job he had gotten from his friend's wife.
The men started to share stories about the times they had spent with David's wife. Her blow jobs became celebrated among the friends like famous accomplishments in sports, or works of art, or literary achievements. They would knowingly exchange looks, as if each had been the recipient of a wonderful gift, an honor they shared as if in a secret society.
Jason told David his wife was a maestro with her mouth, an artist that should be revered. David laughed at his friend's hyperbole, but he also felt pride that his wife had such sexual talent, that he had recognized it and helped her share her virtuosity with others.
One day Claire asked David how much he thought a blow job cost on the "open" market. "I'm not sure," he said. "I have never bought one. Why do you asked?" he said, knowing full well why she wanted to know. "You thinking of selling them?"
She was quiet, thinking to herself, weighing her thoughts privately. "You think a hundred dollars?" she asked. "Maybe two?" She thought for a minute, then she smiled.
"Five six hundred a night. Maybe more. Three thousand a week. Three hundred thousand a year? Two years, a new house. I could suck my way to be a rich woman, er, couple."
