Giving Head

We returned from the party and went upstairs. Cheryl
slipped out of her black dress. Underneath she wore
nothing but thong panties.

Carla, my first wife, would have never been so casual
about her nudity. And though my sex life with my ex-
wife was exceptional in every way, she had an annoying
habit of wrapping herself up in granny pajamas before
she went to bed.

Her odd modesty annoyed the hell out of me. Even after
a vigorous blowjob, with her hand pumping my stiff
shaft, her warm, wet mouth sliding up and down until
it felt like she was swallowing me whole, even after
she coaxed a huge burst of semen and eagerly gulped it
down, she still bundled up against the cold before she
went to sleep.

I could do nothing to change her. My sleeping in the
nude resulted only in bemused smiles. Late-night
attempts to slip my hands under her nightclothes merely
aroused annoyed slaps.

The first thing to attract me to my second wife was
her ease at being looked at. Cheryl thought nothing of
parading around the community pool in a tiny bikini.
When I arrived for our second date after my divorce,
she led me to her bedroom and dropped her robe. Under-
neath, she was naked. I was stunned. She carried on a
casual (although mostly one-sided) conversation with
me as she slowly dressed for dinner.

The first time we had sex, Cheryl flung off her clothes
and fell back on the bed with her thighs spread wide
and urged me on top of her. The unencumbered view of
her open glistening sex had me on the verge of orgasm
even before I entered her.

Cheryl was amazing in almost every way. Except for one
thing: Cheryl would not give head.

I’d asked her for blowjobs on a couple occasions and
always received a shy refusal. And while she seemed to
enjoy the attention I paid between her legs, and she
showed no hesitation with masturbating while I
watched, there was always a nervous tension when I
took the first licks within her slick folds. And Cheryl
never came during oral sex.

That night, at the party thrown by our neighbors, with
Cheryl dressed in a sexy black dress, we were surprised
to meet my ex-wife Carla and her new husband. Chuck was
a large man with a loud laugh, the type of man you
expect to stumble through a conversation. But was
nimble enough to make the awkward situation palatable
for the four of us. On two occasions I caught Chuck
ogling my new wife. And though my ex-wife often laughed
nervously, she was in excellent spirits through most
of the evening.

Afterwards, Cheryl stood with her back to me, wearing
only those little black panties. “Chuck seemed like a
nice enough fellow,” Cheryl said.

She slid her panties down and dropped them in the
hamper. My heart ached at the sight of her naked ass.
And when she turned, the vision of her up-turned
breasts and manicured pubes put me instantly on an

I thought of Chuck eyeing her at the party. My prick
straightened under the sheets. “Yes he seemed OK. Why
don’t you come to bed?”

Her tits jiggled as she approached the bed. I threw
back the covers to invite her in, but instead of lying
down to face me, she lay down with her feet at the
headboard. Her head was at my hips and she gazed at
my expanding erection.

She licked her lips and looked at me. “I want to try
it,” she said.

My heart raced. She lifted my cock between her fingers
as if it were a Christmas tree ornament. “But I don’t
know how,” she said, her voice a little a-quiver.

“You’ll do fine,” I whispered.

She pursed her lips and lowered them to the tip of my
cock. Her moist lips parted as she slurped lightly on
the very tip of my prick.

“That’s good,” I urged, and she opened wider and sucked
me deeper. Her mouth was full of warm spit, and I slid
easily in.

At first, she explored my cock with her mouth. Little
licks and kisses and nibbles. She soon found a rhythm,
and she bobbed tentatively up and down, synchronized
with her fist on my shaft.

For a first attempt, Cheryl was marvelous. I quickly
climbed, completely out of control. My hips lifted,
and I felt the blood rush. “I’m coming,” I warned and
exquisite pressure rushed to my groin. A huge pulse
and she grunted in surprise, but she continued to
stroke and suck. I emptied into her mouth.

She pulled off and blinked rapidly. A tiny drop of cum
glistened on her lower lip. I would’ve kissed her, but
my heart raced uncontrolled.

Cheryl shivered. She slipped quickly out from under
the covers and skittered back to the walk-in closet.
When she returned, she wore black satin pajamas.

“Are those new?” I asked.

“No, I’ve had them for a while,” Cheryl said. “I’m
just a little cold.” She burrowed back under the covers
and rolled to face me. “Good night,” she yawned. I
reached out and touched the satin material, and I felt
my fatigue rise. I smiled, closed my eyes, and fell
into a deep, even sleep.