She Used to Love Giving Head (Just Not to You)

A few weeks back, you were supposed to meet your friends at a bar. You got there early and grabbed a four top. You ordered a pitcher of beer. You poured yourself a glass and pulled out your phone to kill time before everyone else showed up.

Then the conversation happening behind you trickled into your consciousness.

"You know what I miss?"

A laugh. "What's that, man?"

"I miss being with a woman who actually likes giving head."

Glasses clinking together. "Here, here!"

"I mean, I know it's just a thing that some women don't really like doing or struggle with, but there's nothing quite like a woman that actually enjoys it. That gets off on it. That gets all fucking worked up when she's got you in her mouth."

You set your phone down as you considered if you'd ever been with a woman like that. The answer came quickly. No, you hadn't. You'd gotten blowjobs, of course, some as a form of foreplay and some as a gift of pleasure given to completion, but you were fairly certain you'd never gotten a blowjob from a woman who seemed to truly enjoy it.

"How long has it been?" someone asked. "Since you were with a girl like that?"

"Oh, man, shit, five years, I think? Cindy, man. She was the last one that truly loved to suck."

Your wife's name is Cindy and she popped into your head. You saw her sweet smile. You saw her blonde hair pulled back into a ponytail, which was how she almost always wore it.

You pictured her giving you a blowjob, too, though it almost never happened and she certainly didn't enjoy it to the point of getting wet doing it. You'd never have said she was a woman that loved giving blowjobs.

"Cindy?" one of the other guys asked.

"Yeah. We dated for like three months. Cindy Wells."

You froze. Cindy Wells was your wife's maiden name.

"Oh, shit, yeah. She was cute. Honestly, I would not have guessed she was the type that loved to suck dick, though."

"Oh, she was, brother. She absolutely was. Couldn't get enough of it. Did it all the time, and talked about how much she loved it, too. How wet it made her. How it got her all worked up to get fucked, though she liked to suck me off and swallow, too. I fucking miss that."

"Why not get in touch with her?"

"She's married, though I still tried, to be honest. I felt shitty about it afterwards, but I tried. She turned me down, of course."

You were still frozen. The man sitting right behind you was talking about your wife. Your beautiful wife. You sweet wife. Your wife that absolutely did not enjoy giving blowjobs. Was it possible there was another Cindy Wells in town? That had to be it, right? It couldn't be the woman you were married to.

He'd also, apparently, tried to reignite things with your wife. You were relieved that Cindy - if it was the same Cindy he was talking about - had turned him down, but you couldn't believe that someone had tried to ignite a sexual relationship with your wife.

"Derek, man, you must have been desperate to be trying for a married woman."

"I was. I said I felt shitty about it, though, and I did. I just...shit, man, I just miss being with that kind of woman. I just wanted a taste of it again, you know?"

More glasses clinking. They changed topics soon after. Your friends arrived. You pushed it all out of your mind, at least while you were at the bar.

That night, you dreamed of your wife giving someone else a blowjob. It was vivid and disturbing. She was on her knees between his legs. His hands were in her hair. She was sucking voraciously.

The dream occurred four more times over the next two weeks. Each time you woke up disturbed and each time you were sporting an erection that proved even more disturbing than the dream. Each time you ignored the erection, of course, and focused on falling back asleep as quickly as possible.

Then, one night while you and your wife were curled up on the couch, a question spilled from your lips. A question driven out of you by the remnants of the dream you'd had the night before, a dream that had evolved to include your wife masturbating as she sucked cock.

"Did you ever date a guy named Derek?" you asked.

Your wife - who'd been leaning against you and sipping her wine - leaned away and looked at you. "Yeah. Why do you ask?"

It seemed like there was no question your wife was the Cindy Wells the guy in the bar had been talking about. The Cindy Wells that loved to suck cock, that got off on it, that talked about how much she loved it. Except, the woman sitting next to you didn't love to suck cock.

"I...a few weeks ago when I went out for drinks with my friends...I'm pretty sure he was sitting at the next table over."

You caught a hint of nervousness and wondered if it was because Derek had gotten in touch with her and she felt guilty about it. She didn't need to, of course. She wasn't responsible for telling you about every guy that flirted with her.

"Why are you pretty sure he was sitting at the next table?" she asked.

You felt a strange sense of excitement as your wife stared and awaited your answer, though you weren't entirely sure why. Perhaps it was just that you were a little buzzed from the wine.

"Because he was talking about a woman named Cindy Wells."

She looked away for a moment and then found your gaze again. "What did he say?"

You weren't entirely sure how to broach the subject, so you just went for it.

"Well, at first he was talking about how he missed being with a woman...well, with a woman who likes giving head."

Cindy took a long sip of her wine. She looked into the glass as she swallowed. She swirled the dark liquid.

"Then he expounded on the subject and talked about how there's nothing like being with a woman that gets off on it, that gets all worked up when she has a man's cock in her mouth."

Cindy looked uncomfortable, but that didn't surprise you. You leaned closer and took her hand in yours. She looked up and searched your face like she was desperate to know what you were feeling in that moment.

"He said that you were the last woman he's been with that was like that, that you loved to suck his cock, that you often told him how much you loved it, that you would get all worked up doing it and it would lead to great sex and that sometimes you'd swallow for him because you got off on giving blowjobs to completion, too."

You lifted her hand to your lips and kissed the back of it.

"He also said that he got in touch and tried to start things up again but that you turned him down."

"I did," she said softly. "I told him I was married, that I wasn't interested."

Cindy looked just past you, seemingly unable to make eye contact. You smiled, mostly at how beautiful she looked, at how beautiful she always looked.

"I've had dreams," you said.

She finally looked at you. "Dreams about what?"

"About you. Giving blowjobs. To...well, I didn't see his face, but to a man that's not me."

Again she searched your face. You weren't sure how you felt, though, so it seemed unlikely that she was able to discern your reaction to those dreams.

"I wouldn't have brought it up," you continued. "But I just keep having the dreams. I see you on your knees. I see his hands in your hair. I see your lips around his cock. In this last one I saw you masturbating while you blew him."

She squeezed your hand. "I did that sometimes," she said softly.

"Did it...did it feel good?"

Your wife nodded.

"So did you...when you were with Derek, did you really enjoy giving him head as much as he seemed to think you did?"

She looked at you. She studied your face for what felt like ages. Then she nodded. "Yes."

You set your wine glass down and inched closer to her. She looked away but you reached up, caressed her face, and gently turned her head until she was looking at you. "Was it just Derek, or were there other guys too? Guys you dated before him?"

She seemed distressed so you leaned in and kissed her softly.

"Do you really want to know?" she whispered.

"Yes."

She kissed your cheek a few times and said, "Yes, there were other guys. Not all the guys I've been with, but there were some where I really...where it felt really good to go down on them. I don't know why. I can't explain it. I just...I've been with guys where I really loved going down on them."

You ran your fingers up her thigh, caressing her through her jeans. You kissed her neck and she moaned softly.

"I liked having them in my mouth. I liked stroking them. I liked playing with their balls. I liked making them moan. I liked the way they'd lean back and enjoy the way I was pleasuring them. I liked making them cum...making them cum in my mouth. I liked swallowing for them."

You took her hand and guided it between your legs. You kissed your wife. She stroked you through your pants as her mouth opened. Your tongue moved first and she moaned at the display of eagerness.

She unbuttoned your jeans and tugged at the zipper. She pulled your pants down enough to free your cock. She kissed your neck and then her head moved to your lap but you stopped her.

"What's wrong?" she asked.

Her fingers were around the base of your shaft. They felt warm and soft and your cock was hard as a rock. "I'm not one of those men. One of the guys that you love...that you love going down on."

Pain welled up in her eyes and worked its way across her face. She released your cock from her grasp. "I'm sorry," she said softly.

You tucked your cock back into your underwear and moved towards her as she leaned away. "Wait, wait."

She looked up at you, her blue eyes on the verge of tearing up.

"I've dreamed of you giving a blowjob four times in the past two weeks. Not once have I been the man in the dream. It's always you going down on someone else. It's always me...watching, I guess."

For just a moment it looked like she might burst into tears. Then the sadness faded and she smiled. She moved towards you. She pushed on your chest and you fell back. She straddled you. She took her top off and unhooked her bra. She leaned down and kissed you as your hands found her breasts.

"I always wake up with a boner," you said. "Hard as a rock, actually. I kept telling myself it was just morning wood, that I wasn't turned on by what I saw in the dream, by the idea of you going down on someone else. I think maybe...I don't know, I think maybe I was lying to myself."

She leaned forward and her nipple brushed against your lips. You parted them and she ran her fingers through your hair while you sucked and licked her flesh. She moaned and then pulled back, got off the couch, and stripped out of her pants. You did the same and soon enough your wife - now naked - was on top of you and grinding in your lap.

"I think I...I think it was the part about Derek getting in touch with you that wormed its way into my brain in a really weird way," you said.

She sat up and you placed your hands on her breasts. She moaned and asked, "Not in a bad way, though?"

You shook your head. "Unexpected, I guess you could say."

She leaned down and you kissed as your fingers moved between her legs and slipped inside her with ease. She moaned and you did too, mostly because she was far wetter than you expected.

"Cindy...did you...when he messaged you, did you think about him at all? Did you have any memories? Did you think about...about going down on him? About the sex you used to have after going down on him? Any of that?"

Her lips brushed against your cheek and neck. Her hand found your cock and she rubbed the head over her pussy. A moment later you were inside her.

"Yes," she finally whispered.

You moaned as you filled her. "You thought about...you thought about him?"

"I couldn't help it. All the memories came flooding back when I saw he'd messaged me on Instagram. He was really quite polite in his message, but I knew what he wanted and I...I couldn't help but think about it. It wasn't intentional. It really wasn't. It just happened. The thoughts just...they just filled my head for a little while."

She sat up, placed her hands on your chest, and began to ride you.

"Cindy...did you think about sucking his cock?"

"Yes."

You groaned.

"I thought about sucking Derek's cock."

You moaned louder.

"I thought about being on my knees in his apartment five years ago. About him sitting on his couch with his legs spread. About wrapping my fingers around his big cock and noting that he was thick enough that I couldn't get them all the way around. I thought about leaning forward and taking him in my mouth, about the way he would moan when I did that, about how he'd run his fingers through my hair and tell me that no one had ever sucked his dick the way I did."

You weren't sure you'd ever been so turned on. It felt weird, but you couldn't deny the pleasure of being inside your wife as she talked about giving head to another man.

"Baby...I masturbated," she said. "I shouldn't have. It felt wrong. I couldn't help it, though."

She masturbated while thinking about blowing another man. The thought turned you on. She could have blown you, but you don't inspire that same desire for some reason. That didn't disturb you in the moment, though. In fact, it had the opposite effect. You lost yourself in unexpected desire. Your dick felt as though it got harder inside her. 

"What did you think about while you masturbated?"

Your wife smiled and rode you a little faster. "I thought about sucking Derek's cock. About...fuck, baby, I'm sorry, but I thought about him right here on our couch. I thought about getting naked for him, about getting on my knees for him, about sucking his cock while you were at work or out with your friends. I thought about blowing him here on our couch, about telling him how much I'd missed his cock, about how badly I wanted to swallow his cum."

"Oh, fuck, Cindy...I'm cumming!"

You came inside your wife as she talked about blowing another man in your house. You came hard. You came so hard that your body trembled from head to toe, that you stopped breathing for a few seconds, that your entire being was focused - for a few moments - on the overwhelming intensity of the pleasure emanating from between your legs.

Cindy came too. It looked as though she was cumming damn near as hard as you were. She collapsed on top of you afterwards and her chest heaved as she sucked in deep breaths just like you were doing. You wrapped your arms around her and held her close for a few minutes before she sat up, smiled, and climbed off of you.

"That was unexpected," she said.

You laughed. "That might have been the most unexpected sexual encounter of my life. It was amazing, though."

"Yeah?"

You nodded.

You didn't say anything, but you found yourself hoping that at some point in the not too distant future your wife would live out her fantasy and give a blowjob to Derek, that she'd do so on your couch while you were out, that she'd tell you all about it afterwards.

"You're really not mad that I had that little fantasy while I masturbated?" she asked.

"Not at all," you said. Then, fueled by post-orgasmic bliss or perhaps the wine, you added, "I wouldn't be mad if you got in touch with Derek, either."

She stared, studying your face.

"I mean, you obviously don't have to. I'm just saying that I don't think I'd object if you...if you played out some version of the fantasy you'd described, if you wanted to...if you wanted to give a blowjob to the kind of man that, well, that you really get off on giving blowjobs to."

She put her panties on, crawled on top of you, and kissed you in the deepest manner you'd experienced in years. It felt very much like an appreciative kiss, like you'd just made her a very happy woman.

"How about we agree to talk a little more about it," she suggested.

"Like how we just talked about?" you asked with a smile.

Your wife nodded. "Yes. I think we should have several more conversations like the one we just had and I think most of them should include your dick being inside me, if that's alright with you."

"I think I can make that work."

She laughed and kissed you again, just as deeply as before. You wrapped your arms around her. You professed your love for her.

You were very much looking forward to your next conversation of that variety.