0 comments/ 92315 views/ 13 favorites My Discovery Ch. 1 By: Felicia Joanne Chapter 1: A New Lust For Life Note: I am writing this with fictitious names to protect the identities of the people who wish to remain anonymous. My friends, "Carol and Mike", urged me to write this, and I thank them for their support (and much more, as you will read). I do not consider myself a "hot wife" or swinger, but just someone who is an extremely late bloomer. I discovered an intense passion for sex (and one sex act in particular), although about 20 years later than most people (I am in my 40's). I am still exploring, and while my story is rather tame (especially compared to many stories I have recently read on the internet), it deals with my thoughts as well as my actions. I don't think it is nasty, crude, or dirty, and I am telling this from a personal point of view (and it is not just a bunch of raw sex). I guess this will disappointment many of you. To me, it was a beautiful discovery. For a visual description of myself, I am a fairly short brunette with straight shoulder length hair, hazel eyes, about 5'2, 120 lbs, and people say I look like the wife on the television series "Everybody Loves Raymond" (some people say I could be her double). I stay in shape by working out a few days a week (although I do have a slight paunch and my smallish boobs sag a little), and a constant diet (arrgghhh!). Actually, my diet HAS changed a little (giggle), but more on that later! I am also very conservative in many ways, and if any of my friends or family found out about my recent "blossoming", they would never believe it (many times, I don't believe it). I am a typical Midwestern soccer mom and suburban wife. I am an active parent in our daughters' parochial school, and even drive the proverbial mini van. * * * * * I love my husband intensely. I am in love with him, but unfortunately, not "in lust". I love 90% of my life of the last 20 years, but the new "10%"? Oh boy, what fun! What I discovered (albeit very late) is that sometimes sexual experiences and love don't always have to go hand in hand. I have had several new experiences to describe, which I may write about later. This, however, is how it all began. It all started last June when my best friend from college (we were roommates our last 2 years of college) invited me to spend a few weeks with her, and her husband, in their house in Malibu. Carol and I met in college in the Midwest, and sort of fell out of touch when she married Mike many years ago. He is in a television related business in Hollywood, and they have lived in California since they married. Carol is a successful real estate agent, but works only when she wants to. For me, I married my college sweetie, Bill, and we settled down outside Indianapolis. We have active 2 daughters in a parochial school, and I am a stay at home mom. Bill's business in insurance is going great, and we have a "Leave It to Beaver" life. I never complained about anything, although Carol's yearly call at Christmas certainly makes her life sound so exciting compared to mine. Since Carol and I attended a small Catholic college in Indiana (predominantly women), and we grew up in northern Indiana, we had very conservative values. This went for politics, fashion, and especially sex. Believe it or not, Bill is my first and only lover. Carol was much the same in college, but she sounds very different since living in LA the last 18 years. I guess you could say we are both upper class families, as our hubbies are financially successful. Anyway, I was excited to see Carol, and her house in Malibu was beautiful: a pool, a view, and while not as big as our Indiana two-story colonial, quite large. Carol and Mike were the typical California couple: tanned, fit, and much more liberal than me. They almost seemed amused by my midwestern views and attitudes. They chose not to have children, and I felt my life was quite a bit more fulfilling with my two angels at home, and bald, chubby, but loyal hubby. With the girls at my mothers, and Bill working his 12 hour days, I was set to concentrate on getting a tan, lots of rest, and seeing Hollywood. I did not realize that this trip would change me forever. It started one night when Carol and I were having too much wine to drink by the pool. She exclaimed that after 18 years of marriage, she and Mike were still so much in love. She said his sex drive never seemed to diminish, and in fact, they enjoyed it more than ever. They had sex a few times a week, if not more. I thought about my sex life, what there was of it, and how Bill never seemed interested. Actually, sex was never a big deal to us, and while I enjoyed it, I never understood what the big deal was. When the girls came along, it sort of killed any desire I has for sex. I assumed this was normal. As long as Bill had golf, his business, and the girls, he seemed happy as a clam. We had sex maybe once every couple of months. It was never very special- it had become a duty almost. I thought Carol was exaggerating, but said nothing. I could not understand what the big deal was. Carol went on to ask me how sex with Bill was, and I politely lied and said "fine" (as I blushed). I then stuttered without thinking "when we HAVE sex....". Carol immediately picked up on this, and asked what was wrong. I replied nothing, but that it just was not a big part of our life. Carol seemed interested, and started to ask many questions. Forever being the lady, I told her I did not want to discuss this. She laughed, and we then talked about old friends at college. We saw many of the sights in LA, and did LOTS of shopping. A couple of nights later, I was going to the bathroom when I heard Mike and Carol in their bedroom. As I passed their open door, I could not help notice Mike walking to the bed from their bathroom stark naked! Not only that, but between his legs was a penis that was almost twice as big as my Bill had. It was soft and swung back and forth as he walked. His body was wet from his recent shower, and Carol giggled as he approached her. I don't think he saw me, and I hurried back to my room. I heard some noise- obvious lovemaking- but tried to fall asleep. I could not get the image of Mike's huge penis out of my head as I dozed off. He must be abnormal. I wondered if Carol knew how freakish her husband was. I did not want to admit it, but I was turned on. In fact, as I scratched my pubic area, I felt quite a bit of moisture. I denied the urge I had to do more. After all, this was all wrong and I should put it out of my mind. The trouble was, I couldn't. The next morning, Mike left for work and Carol and I again went shopping. We made small talk, until she blurted out "Did you enjoy seeing Mike's body last night?". I died of embarrassment, and blurted out how sorry I was. Carol laughed and said don't be silly- she enjoyed his body and liked to show it off. She said that Mike rarely wore any clothes at home when they were alone. He was a free spirit, and she loved it. Carol talked as if she was describing a new car. She said Mike worked out constantly, often in the nude, and tanned naked by the pool. She then stunned me further and said "And then there is his gorgeous cock!". I wanted to die. After a few seconds of silence, she asked what I thought of his penis. I staggered a few words, but nothing that made any sense. Carol then said he knew how to use that thing, but it took her a year before she could deepthroat it. I was disgusted! We used to talk in college about sex all of the time, and agreed that oral sex was perverted, dirty, and something only sluts or gay men did. I shot back to Carol that she was sick, and I did not think this was appropriate to talk about. She laughed and said sarcastically, "Haven't you ever sucked Bill's cock?" She then added that I was so sheltered, and that I denied myself, and Bill, many ultimate pleasures. My blushing silence told her it was true: when it came to sex, intercourse was all we ever did- a few times a year in the dark. I found myself getting aroused again, but kept up the charade of being a proper lady. Carol apologized, and said she thought everyone enjoyed oral sex now days. I admitted that it just seemed too gross to put that thing in my mouth. Carol again replied that she too thought that way at first, but Mike was so erotic that it seemed so natural. She had been blowing him for years. I could not believe we were talking about this, but I was more aroused than I had been in ages. The thought of Mike's big penis was very sensual, and it was not as gross as Bill's hairy little wiener and balls seemed. Besides, Mike was much larger and circumcised and Bill, being born to immigrants (in the limestone quarry back country in southern Indiana), was not. They just looked so totally different. I thought all men looked like little Bill. I thought that his penis was unattractive, to be honest, and I never really wanted to touch it. To me, Mike was, well, different. His penis looked "pretty"- I envied Carol a little bit. No wonder she talked like she did; she had married a man with a model's body. I then broke out of my shell a bit, and asked if his big size hurt. Carol asked "So you thought he was big? I actually have seen bigger, but he is enough for me." She added that it did not hurt. Our conversation switched to clothes, being in front of her clothing store. I kept thinking and wondering about Mike's penis. My interest was peaked. With no one but Bill to compare too, I always thought that a penis was kind of gross looking, and Bill's little hairy balls? They turned me off. I was in love with Bill, but his body totally turned me off. But Carol's honest talk and infatuation made me start to think differently. Besides, Mike did have a beautiful body, and I was starting to admit to myself that maybe I was wrong all of these years. I married Bill for his personality and kindness, but felt a little cheated with his gangly arms and legs, bald head, double chin, and pot belly- not to mention rather unattractive penis and testicles. Oh well, we loved each other, and that was more important than anything. He just aged poorly. The next night, we went out to dinner in Beverly Hills, and Carol and I had way too much to drink. As Mike drove, Carol sat close to him in the front seat. I could not tell from the back seat, but I think her hand was in his lap. She then shocked me once again and said to Mike "Lynn has never seen a dick as big as "Monty"!" Mike laughed, and said she had too much to drink, but Carol then said "I think Monty needs some air.... what do you say Lynn?" I was in stunned. I wanted to see his penis again in the worst way, but the "lady" in me kept quiet. Carol said my silence was going to be taken as an approval, and she moved her shoulders so that she could use both hands. I heard a zipper opening, and she seemed to struggle with it. Mike yelled to be careful, as he cruised down the freeway. I could not see anything, but when Carol stopped fidgeting, she smiled and said "Much better! He looks much more comfortable." I looked out the window, trying to look uninterested, when Carol exclaimed "Oh honey, I want to suck your cock!". Carol pushed against his right arm, and Mike moved it off the steering wheel as Carol's head moved down and out of my sight. I was so shocked that I didn't know what to do. I sat frozen in the backseat, trying to act casual. The noises were so erotic, and my panties were now soaked. The slurping, sucking, kissing, and munching were driving me up the wall. Mike was turned on as well. He did a great job driving, but would buck his back every once in a while and moan. I could not believe the effect and control Carol had over him. Carol pulled her mouth off his penis with a pop, and looked at me over the seat and smiled: "I'm sorry- I'm so rude- would you like some?". I was again shocked, but by now my horniness starting to win out. I had to see this penis she seemed to relish so much, but sat frozen. Carol kept telling me to lean forward and take a look. I did not know what to do. Carol then asked Mike if he minded that I looked, and he said no- it was fine with him. I blamed it on the booze and leaned forward. Carol held his erect penis with her hand and waved it around saying "..isn't Monty a beauty? This is my favorite thing in life, and I just love to suck on it!". I was both in awe, and incredibly turned on. Before my eyes was the biggest penis I could ever imagine. It had a dark purple mushroom head, and the stem was a golden tan- the same color as Mike's entire body. Carol licked a few clear drops that were forming at his pee hole, and moaned "mmmmmm" as she sucked it in her mouth. What did that taste like? I imagined it was gross, but she seemed to love it. Carol then began to bob her head up and down on the huge penis, and I was impressed by her ability to not only suck on it, but take it all the way in. She must have had a few inches in her throat, and moaned like she was in ecstasy. I was so turned on that I touched my panties through my summer dress. I was drenched. In fact, I was so turned on and wet that I could smell myself in the car. At this point, I did not care. I only wanted to suck on the thing Carol was enjoying. I could not believe how I felt. I wanted to do what she was doing. I wanted to try to suck a cock like that! In just a few minutes, Mike was thrusting his hips as he drove, and Carol was getting her mouth fucked. She would slow up, lick his balls, and his cock, and start bobbing again. I then noticed Mike not only had no hair on his balls, and very little around his penis. This trim look was such a turn-on! He looked like a delicious piece of fruit. I envied Carol even more than ever. Finally, Carol looked up at me and said she wanted her "daily protein fix". She looked at me with glassy eyes and said "Do you mind if he blows his load in my mouth now?" I was turned on, but still quite shocked at the thought. Sucking on his beautiful cock was one thing, but shooting sperm in the mouth was just nasty. I certainly would never do it. Carol went back to her licking and sucking as I looked on in both disgust and intrigue. I couldn't believe she was going to do this. She held her face down as Mike began a rapid face fuck. He was saying her name over and over, and she was moaning in encouragement. Finally, he shot his hips up, and Carol held his balls as he shouted : "Here it comes, baby!". I could hear Carol swallowing as he grunted. Fortunately, there was no one on the highway as he pushed the gas pedal down in a spasmodic pattern. He then slumped back as Carol kept sucking on him. She seemed even more turned than Mike, and moaned like she was having an orgasm. She nursed his penis like a newborn suckling on his mother. It was not until Mike went soft that she stopped sucking. "Mmmmm, Mike honey, you were soooo delicious! I can tell you have drinking your pineapple juice again". I wondered what she was talking about. I had so many questions. As she licked a last few drops from his soft, but still impressive penis, I realized my fingers were buried in my vagina, and I was as close to the strongest climax I had ever had. I removed my fingers, and my strong aroma filled the car (my vagina has a very strong odor, Bill once said "fishy", especially when I am excited- which was normally never). I could not ever remember ever feeling this turned on- of ever being this horny. Although the idea of eating sperm seemed sick to me, Carol absolutely loved the stuff. How could this be? We all straightened out our clothes when we got back to their house. Carol apologized for what she did, and Mike seemed a little sheepish. I was somewhat embarrassed, but so horny that I would have even attacked my husband, if he was around. I went to bed and masturbated for the first time that I could remember. I thought of Mike's big cock, and had the biggest climax of my life. I was still frustrated, as I went to sleep with my fingers inside myself. The room was filled with my strong smell. The next morning, Mike had to fly to San Francisco for the day, and Carol and I just lounged by the pool. I wanted to ask so many questions, but did not want to start this conversation. Fortunately, Carol broke the ice by asking if I enjoyed watching her and Mike in the car. I told her I did. She then told me she could sense that I seemed uptight about sex, and she wanted me to loosen up and enjoy it. "You miss so much in life. Life is too short to deny yourselves such pleasure." she told me. I asked about oral sex- did she really suck him every day? "Not every day, but as often as I can. When he walks around naked, and with Monty swinging so sensually back and forth, I simple cannot resist making love to him with my mouth or pussy. I actually prefer to blow him most of the time. That way, I am in control. We both enjoy oral sex as much as fucking, and his sperm has kept me healthy and young looking." Now I had heard it all; this sounded like a line a college boy would give his girlfriend. I shook my head and laughed. Carol looked at me with a serious glare, and told me that there were many studies that supported her claim. She told me how semen contained age-defying antioxidants, and prostaglandins that bolstered the immune system. She even said it cleared her acne, which was a minor problem she had in college. Carol said if it wasn't so good for her health, she would still love eating it. "I love the taste, and if your man eliminates a few foods and adds others, it can be damn delicious!". She said Mike's diet of lots of fruit, no red meat, and no coffee made his sperm sweet and tasty. This was too much. I knew Carol believed what she was saying, but I was skeptical. Still, I was infatuated with the idea of sucking a cock; especially one like Mike's. We talked into the afternoon, and then Carol (sensing my new interest), popped a question that ended up changing my life. "Do you want to try sucking on Mike's cock?". I was in shock, but without thinking, nodded the affirmative. I then asked if she minded. She said not at all; in fact they had a few small affairs (with consent), and did some swinging in the late 80's and early 90's, but the AIDS thing just got too scary. She said she liked the variety of cocks, and still had a thing about black men, but Mike was her only lover the last few years. Still, she added, a blowjob isn't really sex. The former president made that an official proclamation. We laughed and agreed. It was funny, I cursed the president's affair; even a few weeks ago (I tend to be more of a conservative in politics). Now, it did not seem to be a big deal- I even felt a warm feeling for the guy. Anyway, with my guilt in check, I could go home with no regrets. We made our plans. Carol already asked Mike if it was ok, and he agreed. She would take care of everything. I again moistened up and got light-headed; I was going to give my first blowjob tonight! Boy, was I nervous (but stayed wet all afternoon). I took a long shower, and wore a short black cocktail dress I bought earlier in the week. I thought naughty thoughts looking in the mirror. I wondered what my pussy would look like shaved (I am very hairy down there). I wondered what a man size penis would feel like in me. I wondered if Mike performed oral sex on Carol very often. That was something else I wouldn't mind trying, but tonight, I had one thing on my mind: Mike's big cock in my mouth! Carol put an x-rated video in the entertainment center, and it featured nothing but blowjobs; dozens of them, by different women. Lots of long slurping licks, sucking, and to my amazement, taking some beautiful big penises all the way down. Carol said to study the techniques, and watch what they did. She gave me other videos, with funny names. On the covers were numerous women- all very good looking- with big penises in their mouths. A few featured one woman with several guys spurting in their mouth, and they seemed to be enjoying eating it. Did I miss out on something? My Discovery Ch. 1 She then left to go food shopping. I had three orgasms watching those things, and even ended up changing my panties. I was never as turned on as I was now. Each woman seemed to savor the sperm, and licked it up as if it was a precious nectar. I was starting to weaken. What would I do when Mike blew his load? I still wasn't sure. I was on my third blowjob video when Carol returned. She smiled and asked if I enjoyed myself. My grin said it all, and she laughed and said just wait until I had the real thing between my lips; I would never let it go. She then got serious, and asked if I had any questions. I had many, but first and foremost was did she mind- even the least little bit. She replied that she did not mind oral sex, but asked that we not have intercourse. She said it had been a while since Mike had fucked anyone else, and she was not sure she wanted him to try that again any time soon. I enthusiastically agreed, and we plotted our strategy for "surprising" Mike that evening. Carol thought I would be more at ease if she was not around at first, so she agreed to leave after Mike got home. He arrived, a bit tired, but eager to assist me with my education. Carol and I had the Jacuzzi going, and after a quick drink, she held Mike's hand and lead him to the Jacuzzi on the secluded deck. I watched as she slowly stripped him, until only his bright red briefs were left on. She called me over, and told me I had the honors of the final disrobing. My fingers shook as I pulled down the elastic, over his semi-hard cock. I was so turned on I almost fainted. His penis was a work of art: long, full, with a slight curve upward. My mouth began to water, but Mike instinctively stepped in the Jacuzzi. As he settled back, Carol took his clothes in and told us we were on our own. With that, she left. Mike asked me to join him in the water, but remembering Carol's request, I thought it best to stay dressed and to sit on the deck and talk. After I made us another round of drinks, Mike asked if I was ready. Boy, was I. I felt like I had been ready for this my entire life. Mike arose from the warm water, and his balls hung so low, I wondered how he could walk. His rose colored cock head was glistening as water dripped off it. I was ready- so was "Monty". Mike took me by the hand, and had me sit on a rigid back chair on the deck as he stood in front of me. He was wet all over, and his gorgeous cock was literally inches from my face. He looked down at me, and told me first to study him. Look at every bit, and hold him, squeeze him, and play as much as I liked. I did not have to be told twice; I studied his penis, and with a quivering hand, touched the object of my desire. It pulsed up and down with his heartbeat, but was not fully erect yet. His cock was warm from the water, and as I lifted it up with my right hand, my left hand cupped his hairless balls. They were so big, and I imagined so full. I hefted them, trying to guess their weight. "What a man!" I thought. All I ever saw before was Bill's hairy little equipment, and it was always more of a turn-off than something that aroused me like this man's big rig. The circumcised head of his penis looked like a sweet plum- one of my favorite pieces of fruit! This was another big difference: being uncircumcised, my husbands cock head hid under a wrinkled, ugly foreskin. He also had a foul cheesy odor that made me sick to my stomach. While I never went near his little cock with my face, I once gave him a handjob when we were first married, and my hand smelled awful from his cock. I could not wash the stench off, and it was one of the last times I ever touched his little wienie with my hand. It was good at making our two babies, but that was about it. How could the same organ be so different, I thought? Mike had a light, erotic scent- a mixture of soap, clean water, and a faint manly aroma that had me boiling inside. Mike's cock started to grow in my hand. It was so beautiful; I could not understand why I spent my life avoiding such a sensuous organ. I was getting so wet, that I fought the desire to finger myself. My mouth watered as I licked my lips. I breathed heavily as I stared lovingly at this gorgeous dick in front of my face. In seconds, it was as hard as a rock in my hand. I waved it around in my hand, and looked up and gave Mike a big smile. I was like a kid about to open my presents on Christmas morning. I asked Mike if I could kiss it. He smiled, and said I could do whatever I wanted. I gave it a few long strokes with my hand, and a clear drop formed at the eye of his penis. I licked it, and found it to be a slightly sweet, slightly salty taste. Not at all what I expected. It was definitely yummy, and I pursed my lips over the tip as my tongue lapped the eye for more of this delicious fluid. Something about this sent my brain into overload, and I shook with passion as I licked this pole of manflesh. I had found something that put me into such throws of eroticism, that I almost passed out from the rush going through my body. At that moment, all that existed in the world was this delicious cock and my mouth. I had to suck it, to worship it, to possess it in my mouth. I was on fire! I gobbled Mike's penis with total abandon. Although it was my first time, it came natural to me. I sucked it, bobbed my head on it, licked it, and held his heavy balls in one hand, while holding his cock base with the other. I don't know how long I was doing this, and tried to put as much into my throat as I could. I choked, and gagged, as Mike pulled back and told me to relax, and not worry about deepthroating. He told me it required practice. I knew I would want to practice this often! I never wanted to let go of this cock in my mouth. Mike pulled out, as I groaned in disappointment, and looked down at me. He told me how beautiful I looked with his cock in my mouth. He said he was so turned on, that he was almost ready to cum. He added that Carol mentioned I wasn't into that, so he would pull out at the right moment. I didn't have to think twice. I was wrong about everything else related to oral sex; maybe I was wrong about this too. I looked up and smiled. My voice sounded deep and throaty as I moaned, "Cum in my mouth Mike! I want to taste your sperm. I want to eat it!" I could not believe this was me talking, but I had to try it. Before Mike could respond, I grabbed his ass cheeks and pulled him into my mouth. I began to bob my head, as he groaned, "Oh baby... I am almost there... you are going to get one big protein cocktail....oh mannnnn!" I felt him buck into my mouth, and my lips became numb from the face fucking. He grabbed the back of my head, and I took his dick as far back as I could without choking. I was ready... I was on the edge of an orgasm myself! He made deep, primitive noises, but nothing happened right away. I then felt his penis spasm in my mouth, and then a first shot went to the back of my throat. I automatically swallowed, and the next 2 bursts were huge! I swallowed, but wanted to taste him. I pulled back as 3 more shots filled my mouth. I finally tasted his cum, and it was thick, slightly salty, and had a flavor I never tasted before. I savored it, and swallowed again. His spasms became smaller, and I washed his penis with a mixture of his sperm and my saliva. Not a drop escaped my lips, as I swallowed a few more times. My stomach felt full, and little did I realize until then that I had climaxed myself. His heavenly taste filled my mouth, my pussy dripped, and I suckled this life-giving organ of it's nectar until it started to go soft. I was amazed at the misconceptions I had all of my life about a man's penis, blowjobs, and sperm. I found the taste of Mike's sperm to be a unique flavor that was soooo erotic! It did not have the "bleachy" smell that my husband's semen had (we used withdrawal as our main form of contraception, and Bill's small ejaculate ended up on my belly- along with it was a funny bleach smell). The taste of Mike's love juice stayed in my mouth, and I wanted more. I craved it! My tongue rolled sensuously in my mouth as I still enjoyed the unique flavor and slick texture. Mike pulled out, but I licked up whatever I could find on his soft penis. I felt like a new creature- a new, real woman. I felt feminine, but lusty. I was alive for the first time in my life! I did not see Carol right away, but heard her say "You cocksucking slut! You are a natural! So tell me how you feel?" She laughed, and added that Mike had better saved some for her- she was so turned on by our little act. She said she had a deep itch that perhaps his love wand could scratch. We talked for hours with no inhibitions. I told Carol and Mike how turned on I was, and thanked them for sharing their marriage with me. They were so wonderful, and said we could try this again a few more times before I had to fly back to Indiana (it was Thursday night, and my flight was the Sunday night red eye to Indianapolis). Carol then started to kiss Mike, and I know she wanted to make love, so I told them good night and masturbated myself to sleep with the naughty thoughts and wonderful memory of my first meal of "male protein"; it would not be my last! The next morning, Carol and I both slept in late, and Mike went to his office to work for a few hours. After we awakened, we chatted and giggled like two little girls as we revisited the previous night's events. Carol told me Mike loved my "beginners zeal", and if I wanted an encore that evening, it was fine with Mike. She said that was fine with her as well, but asked that we still limit things to oral sex (I did sense some jealousy, but she seemed turned on by it). I happily agreed, although I wondered what his big penis would feel like in my tight pussy. I didn't really care, as I found that last night, having a penis in my mouth and eating a delicious load of sperm was the biggest sexual turn on I had ever had in my life. I had an orgasm like no other, and felt so feminine. I asked Carol if all sperm tasted as good as Mike's, then why did some women (like I used to) have an aversion to oral sex? Carol laughed, and said if she could bottle Mike's sperm, she could sell it to her friends. It all came down to diet: Mike ate lots of fruit, eliminated most red meat and processed foods, and drank tons of water. She added that if he drank coffee, she could taste it's bitterness in his semen. When they were active swingers, she said he was very popular with the ladies, and a few even asked why he had such a great flavor. Carol said cocksucking was an addictive activity; the more a woman did it, the more she will crave it. If it wasn't forced on a woman and she just enjoyed it, she would be hooked for life. "I love giving blowjobs and eating sperm more than anything now days. A fuck is awesome and special, especially with Mike, but a blowjob is so much more cerebral, and I love all of the things you can do to a dick. They were meant to be sucked, and sperm is so natural for women to eat- I really believe it is another reason women live longer than men." Carol said the wives would have morning coffees, when they would plan the next swingers party, and the topic of sperm came up every time. Some women wanted their husbands to taste as good as Mike. After sharing some of their ideas with the other wives, Carol said most began to start having similar good tasting sperm. She added that a couple of men always had a bitter or excessively salty taste, but she personally had acquired a taste for any sperm, the way one may acquire a taste for caviar. All of this talk had me wet with excitement. I was going to once again feast on a gorgeous cock that night! Thank goodness it was Friday, and Mike could stay up late. I couldn't believe that now I was like the other swinger wives- discussing the taste of sperm, for heaven's sake! My Discovery Ch. 2 Chapter 2: A New Lust for Life Carol even said there was a group called Daughters of Priapis that considered the penis the center of their desire. They were mostly older women (divorced or widowed), and wealthy. They would meet monthly in the LA area, and have sex with younger men (who usually remained naked for the evening, but were often models or strippers- and paid very well for a night of pleasure). Carol said she never attended a "meeting", but knew a couple of the ladies. To them, sperm was a nectar of the gods. We laughed, and said perhaps when we were old and gray, we would join. I thought to myself, wow, one blowjob and now I am thinking of myself as a cock hungry woman. Strangely, however, I felt no guilt about feeling this way. Perhaps if I got it out of my system, I could return to Indiana as the same woman I was. I asked Carol if she thought that it was sick to enjoy sucking a cock, and swallowing sperm- and loving it. Carol answered that it was no less sick to her than any sexual act between willing partners. She said in junior high that French kissing was gross to her, but then she loved it. In college, oral sex was gross, and now it is her favorite way to enjoy sex. She said she is a very oral person, as I probably am, and as a woman, she has always been fascinated by a man's penis. She believed sucking a cock was as natural for a woman as an infant suckling it's mother's breast. In her swinging years, she met a number of women who shared her love of cocksucking. Carol believes most women would develop the same passion, but society makes everyone think sucking a penis is nasty, depraved, and dirty. She told me that a few years back, she and 2 other married women would frequent bars in Westwood, where UCLA is located, and end up sucking off college boys in the car, or even in their dorm room once or twice. I will never forget her words: "Young men have much more sperm, and they can shoot a street light out from the force!" She added that most drank too much beer, however, and it made for a slightly bitter taste. Still, she had early stages of arthritis in her shoulder that disappeared after she started her "man protein" diet, and even stopped taking medication for it. "Those balls make a miracle drug!" I still wasn't so sure about that, but it made me feel less "perverted" for what had become a growing obsession for me. Carol and I then went shopping, as Saturday night we were going to a real Hollywood party. I bought a new dress that was very revealing. It was a short, white sleeveless cocktail dress that hugged my "womanly" curves (ok, I am not 21 anymore, and the "womanly" part was from the last 5 pounds that just won't come off), and had a turtle neck. I found that turtle necks always highlighted my best feature: my face and long neck. I also bought some sensual white high heels. There would be no way I could ever wear this back home, but it seemed perfect for Hollywood. It would probably be my first and last party in "Tinseltown", and I wanted it to be perfect. I hoped to see some celebrities! Carol always roared when I said this, and said I was such a redneck hick. I told her I was certainly less a hick than I was a week before. She then said she had an idea.... Carol's idea would "cure" me of another "taboo" that I had lived with all my life. I was both afraid and excited after she told me. Carol said she would like to "introduce" me to one of Mike's friends (Andrew), who would be at the party. He was tall, handsome, built, and single. He was also a former college running back at San Jose State, in his late twenties, and starting to make his way into the motion picture industry (mostly soaps). He was also black! I told her I would think about it, but felt like a nervous knock-kneed college girl again. I grew up in a blue collar Catholic family that was somewhat racist, but I found black men to be very attractive. I admit, I was a little scared by this idea. But what harm could just talking do? I still was not sure about this, but a couple of days before now, I never gave a blowjob, and now I was hooked. Could this be another new experience, or an opportunity lost? This was turning out to be a great vacation, in any case! Mike came home before we returned from shopping, and was lifting weights in their exercise room off the pool deck. He wore only tennis shorts, and his body glistened with sweat. He had an empty bottle of pineapple juice next to him, and I remembered Carol's comment the other night. Carol whispered to put our suits on, and swim in the pool. When we jumped in, he heard us, and yelled he would be out in a minute. My heart was racing! After a quick shower, Mike jumped in the water. Much to my disappointment, he has a swimsuit on. Seeing this, Carol told him that after last nights activities, he need not wear anything anymore for my sake. She emphasized this by diving under the water, and pulling his suit off. Laughing, she threw it in the bushes. I saw his glorious penis floating around in the water, and wondered what would happen next. We actually swam a while, and Carol dove underneath the water a few times and put his penis in her mouth for a few quick sucks. She told me it was my turn, and I dove down to have a few quick sucks of my own. It was weird, the cold water shrunk his penis, but it was still bigger than my hubby when he had a hard on. I admit, this is not the best way to enjoy a man, but it started to get me ready for what came next. Carol pushed Mike on the edge of the pool, and called me over. She started sucking on him, as I approached. She then removed his cock with a pop, and offered it to me. I moved in between his open legs, and greedily eyed the erect cock. Licking the head, I quickly engulfed his beautiful rod as far as I could. Carol then watched, and gave me pointers as I continued my oral assault. I must have been sucking him for about five minutes, when he asked if we could move to the deck because his butt hurt from the concrete. Carol said she had a better idea, and we all followed her into the house, as she pulled poor Mike by his erect dick. We made our way to their bedroom, and Carol had me partially recline on an antique loveseat that was barely wide enough for me to sit/recline on. It had a high raised arm to rest your head against, and was a deep red velvet. Carol then told me this was her "blowjob seat", and patted Mike's bare rump until he straddled me and the loveseat. His hard erection bobbed in front of me, and I lapped at the delicious clear drops coming from his penis tip. I rested my head against the raised arm of the loveseat as Mike began to fuck my mouth. Because he was straddled wide, his balls hung down and swayed with the fucking motion. I could not resist holding them, and he began a more vigorous face fuck. His balls were much larger than I remembered, and I guessed they were the size of two eggs. I again envied Carol- Bill's hairy "things" turned me off in the past, but now I loved holding these beauties. I held Mike's penis up, and gently licked his balls. I would have liked to try and suck on them, but guessed they were too big. After a few minutes of licking his balls, I sucked in his throbbing penis. He began to again fuck my face with abandon. Normally, I might have been a bit afraid of such rapid movements, but as turned on as I was, I loved the aggressive motion. Mike held my head (which could not move because of the raised arm), and started to moan as he fucked my mouth with a flurry. Carol told him to feed me my protein snack, and he asked me to jack his cock off with my hand. I did so, and held the dick head in my mouth, waiting for my reward. I felt his penis spasm, and he unloaded a couple of big spurts in my mouth. I savored the taste, and swallowed this delicacy- not wanting to lose a drop. He finished blowing the delicious sperm in my mouth, and I licked his pee hole until I was sure I had it all. It tasted so good, and I felt so warm inside. My tummy was full of his sweet gourmet sperm, and I relaxed as he withdrew from my mouth. I told them it was heavenly, and this loveseat was certainly an appropriate name, and his cum was awesome. I wondered how many times they used it- it was so perfect. I don't think I ever felt any more relaxed or satisfied than at that moment. Carol asked if I was hungry for regular food, and I laughed. We then went into their dining room, Carol and I in our swimming suits, and Mike totally naked. I thought to myself that I was going to enjoy my last 2 days here! We ate a light dinner, and Carol played with Mike's dick under the table, which was made of glass. I eyed his beautiful cock as she jacked him, while she chewed and sucked on a carrot. When he was hard, she asked if she could have the next load. Who was I to argue? She simply got on her knees, and adjusted Mike in front of her. She attacked his cock with a passion I had never seen before. In spite of what had to be a common act of lovemaking between husband and wife, Mike did not last long. I was amazed at her deepthroating, which I could not do, and Mike emptied his big balls in her throat. She sucked him until he was soft, and said "What a delicious desert!". My mouth watered, and I hoped I would get another chance to sample his dick. Carol had Mike drink 3 large glasses of pineapple juice, and gave me a wink. We then cleared the table, as Mike went back into the pool. Mike stayed naked the rest of the night, and we took a swim together. Carol and I changed into some casual clothes (it was unseasonably cool that night), but true to his wife's wishes, Mike did not get dressed. We all watched a new comedy video, while Carol and I drank some wonderful wine from Napa Valley. Mike continued to drink pineapple juice that Carol kept refilling for him. My eyes were rarely off Mike's penis. I wondered again what it would feel like in my pussy, but I would not go behind Carol's back. After all, this was the most fun I had ever had in my life, and she was sharing her husband's most intimate gifts with me. Although I had a happy marriage, I wished Bill had a body more like Mike. After watching the video, Carol put a tape in called "American Bukkake, Part 5". I did not know what this was, but quickly found out. A beautiful woman with light brown hair was dressed in a conservative business suit, when 8 or 9 men entered the room dressed in blue jeans and t-shirts. The story line was stupid, but one of the men was supposed to be her husband, and he was angry about her having an affair. The bottom line was that she would have to suck off all of the men, and eat their cum. A few days ago, I would have thought this was disgusting (and in reality, I doubt that I could ever do it), but it seemed to touch the "naughty new Lynn" that I was becoming. I was definitely interested. For the next hour, we watched as this woman sat on a small stool, pulled her hair back into a bun, and waited for the men to strip and get in line. She was fully dressed at first, when a nice cock was presented to her lips. She didn't take long to coax a nice load into her open mouth, and as she sucked of more cocks, began to strip. She had an awesome body, and I wondered why a woman this beautiful would do this. She must really like sperm the way Carol does and I now do. Although it was becoming somewhat routine, I marveled at the variety of dicks, amount of sperm, and the power some had when they shot. What amazed me the most was the dick of a tall black man, who had the biggest penis I had ever seen. I stared in awe as the actress sucked what she could. It really turned me on, and the contrast of the rich brown cock and the woman's beautiful white face was awesome. I looked at Mike, and he must have liked it too, because his penis was standing straight up without any help from Carol. I looked at Carol, and she gave me a knowing smile. We were both thinking the same thing: could this be me tomorrow night with Andrew? I looked again at Mike's cock before hearing the black stud starting to make a bunch of noise on the screen. What I saw next was incredible. The black guy shot sperm all over the woman, and as hard as she tried to eat it, it was in her hair, her face, on her breasts, and running down her chin. The stud shot for almost 45 seconds, and I could not believe the load. The actress scooped and ate all that she could, before the next stud began to fuck her mouth. The video ended with each man filling a wine glass with his sperm, and the actress drinking it. I wondered if it tasted as good as Mike. I was so turned on, and looked again at Mike's ripe cock, and Carol. She nodded her head towards Mike, and I instinctively slid over to the sofa he sat on. I was out of control, as I lathered his penis with my saliva. He had been leaking pre-cum, and I savored my appetizer before beginning a steady head bob. I was so turned on that I pushed his cock in my throat, and while I would gag every so often, I pushed on. When I felt his balls on my chin, I knew I had achieved my first deepthroat maneuver. I could not stay in that position long, but felt a rush of inner peace as I knew that I had 8 or 9 inches of beautiful cock in my mouth. I pulled back, and in the next 10 minutes, had began my training in deepthroat. Although I could not brag to mother about this, I was proud of my new cocksucking skills. Carol and Mike both encouraged me, and when Mike began to buck in my mouth, I knew he was near. I felt my pussy gush, and an uncontrollable wave swept over me. As Mike's first shot hit the back of my throat, I quickly pulled back so I could feel the next shots against my tongue. I stuck my tongue tip against his pee hole, and the explosive blasts flew all over my oral cavity. What a wonderful taste! It was not only even sweeter, it had a flavor and scent of pineapple! He didn't have a huge load, and it was a bit thinner in consistency, but it was a real treat. I lapped every single drop up, and wished he had more. I swished it around my mouth and swallowed the last of it. I then realized that I had an orgasm myself, without even touching myself. I was a sloppy mess, and my strong scent rose from my wet panties. The simple act of sucking a cock gave me one of the most intense feelings I ever had. I swallowed the last few drops. I could tell that Mike was getting sensitive, if not raw. As he pulled out, Carol leaned over and kissed his dick. She said Monty earned the rest of the night off, but she needed some attention. She said good night, and pulled Mike into their bedroom. I know she was getting her pussy eaten, and I was incredibly jealous. This was another fantasy I had, and as the anticipation of the next evening grew, I started to consider finding someone to share my horniness with; black or white. I savored the rich taste in my mouth, and fingered myself to another climax. I then smelled my fingers, and wondered if men found this sort of fishy smell a turn on (I have always had a strong smell down there and was very self-conscious when Bill and I first married). I hoped I would have a chance to find out and maybe someone would want to lick me there. I did not brush my teeth that night. I wanted to enjoy the sperm that still coated my teeth. Oh dear- I feel like a slut, but then again, a happy slut! The following morning was Saturday, and we must have worn Mike out; he slept in later than Carol and I did. It gave me a chance to have a heart to heart talk with Carol. I was feeling very guilty about the sex I was having with Mike. Carol told me to look at it a different way: Bill enjoyed golf more than anything. Any given time, he would play as much as he could, and although I never complained, he was addicted to it. It also was something I did not care for, and I accepted it without a problem. Besides, it was healthy for Bill, and kept him from being a total office potato. It is his passion. Carol said some women like sewing, some bridge, and some playing tennis or golf. For her, she loved sex, and at least for now, it looked like I did too. She again stressed that oral sex was not that big a deal, and many people had no problem giving or getting a little "head" on the side. She stressed that if I really felt bad about blowing Mike a few times, that I should stop now. She giggled and winked that if I do anything with Andrew at the party, I would probably be hooked for life. I felt a tingle in my breasts and vagina, and my guilt began to fade a bit. I decided I would try to not do anything sexual at the party; I would just "mingle". It was difficult, however, to ignore the growing itch in my pussy and throat. I had found my passion! I then asked Carol if men found "trimmed pussies" more erotic that a full crotch of hair. You see, a couple of my hang-ups have been the large amount of hair I have "down there", and the strong smell my vagina gives off. I never understood how men found a vagina attractive, between periods, yeast infections, and hemorrhoids from childbirth. I accepted that genital organs were ugly, smelly things good only for reproduction. Well, I used to believe that. Anyway, it was never an issue with non-sexual Bill, so I never thought about shaving very much. I was tempted to shave "down there" that morning, but decided not to (how would I explain that to Bill if he saw me in the shower when I got home?). Carol said all women had a smell, and as long as I was clean and had no infections, it was something most men found erotic. I still find this odd. I again started to feel some guilt. I really loved Bill, and did not want to lose him. However, sex with Bill was just not an exciting activity, and I doubted it ever would be. He simply did not turn me on in that way. I shared my sorrow with Carol (including the things that turned me off about my husband), and she said perhaps Bill could work out, diet, get a hair transplant, shave his balls, and get circumcised. In my heart, I knew this would probably not make a difference. I was torn inside, and thought perhaps this would be a last chance to "live". I changed my mind; I was going to let it happen tonight! When Mike woke up, he took a shower and walked in the kitchen stark naked. Carol and I whistled and made crude comments about his cock and balls, but we decided to let him "save up" for tonight. Mike drank some papaya juice and had a bagel, and smiled when he caught me staring at his wonderful penis. Damn, I thought, why couldn't my Bill have a cock like this? In some ways, it was better to have not known what I was missing. I now truly believed that if most penises looked, tasted, and performed like Mike's cock, they would be forever on my mind. It was literally the most beautiful thing I had ever seen in my life! Why had I spent so many years of wasted time? I was beginning to see myself in a new way. Carol put a couple of videos on while we and talked the rest of the morning (Mike worked out in the exercise room naked- what a sight I wish I could see!). In the video, I saw a man named Peter North shoot his sperm into a couple of women's mouths with such strength and quantity, that I almost climaxed on the spot (with no self-stimulation). A couple of videos later, and I went to the bathroom to finger myself to a huge climax. I had visions of cocks and sperm filling my mouth and pussy. I felt like a slut, but what a delicious feeling. We spent the rest of the day swimming and sunning (Mike never dressed, and was the object on constant attention and taunting by us cruel wenches, but gave no relief to the poor guy), and my pussy stayed moist all afternoon. I showered and dressed after a small dinner, and we left for the party at a producer's house in Hollywood Hills. I admit, I looked better than I had in years; a nice tan, a few pounds lighter, and the white turtle neck dress made me look 15 years younger. My hair was full, and I wore it down. My Discovery Ch. 2 On the way, I grilled Carol about Andrew: was this a "date", was I just meeting him, what did she tell him about me, etc. I wanted it understood that I could leave at any time, and did not want any expectations from anyone. Carol laughed and told me to relax- all Mike mentioned to Andrew was that a very close friend from Indiana was in town, and wanted to meet a few Hollywood people. Carol again called me a "Hick Hoosier", but then giggled that I was also a "Horny Hoosier". I did not know what to believe, but I was both excited and nervous. A few shots of tequila before we left helped soothe some anxieties away. When we arrived, I was sort of surprised the house wasn't bigger. I thought all Hollywood people had mansions, and while it was very nice, the house was half the size of my Indiana colonial. There were about 25 people walking around, both inside, and on the terrace in the large sloping back yard looking over Hollywood. Most of the women were beautiful, and ranged from college age to possibly late 50's. The men were not quite as attractive- I think they were "executives". I saw no one I recognized, but a few faces looked familiar. Mike introduced me to a few people (mostly producers, business managers, sound technicians, special effect producers, etc.), and a few young actors (mostly in soaps). Apparently Andrew had not arrived. Carol introduced me to a few wives, and I was stunned how some of them talked. They criticized their husbands for everything: no exotic vacations, no excitement, having affairs at the office, lousy sex, and even having small penises! One was very outspoken, and said without her pool boy's visit every Wednesday afternoon, she would be terminally horny. Although I was critical of my hubby, I could not bash him in public like this. Carol looked at the door, and three young men entered: two white and one black. She smiled at me, and I knew this handsome young black man was Andrew. My knees shook; he was gorgeous. He had short hair, a beautiful smile, and an incredible body. Andrew made his way to Mike and they looked my way and smiled. My heart almost melted as they walked towards us. Andrew kissed Carol, and as Mike introduced us, Andrew took my hand and looked into my eyes. It was like he could see my soul and all of my thoughts. He was the most masculine and sensuous man I think I ever met. His cologne was exquisite and he was incredibly polite. I wondered why he would have any interest in a 40 year old Indiana housewife. We made small talk and before I knew it, 4 powerful drinks and an hour had passed. We ate dinner with Mike and Carol, and quite a few of the Hollywood housewives shot me dirty looks as Andrew showed me attention I had never had before. The alcohol made me more giddy than I wished, but I truly enjoyed everything about this young man. Suddenly, our age difference and race did not matter. I was really having fun. After a wonderful dinner and two glasses of wine, Andrew asked if I wanted to see the city lights from the back yard. We took our glasses and another wine bottle, and walked outside and found a stone bench perched over a spectacular view. As we talked, the topic came to relationships between men and women. We had a lot in common, but Andrew seemed to have none of the hang-ups I was raised with. He said was single, and wanted to stay that way for a few more years. He asked about my life, and the thought of Bill and my two angels at home almost made me want to leave. It was then that Andrew reached over and kissed me in a sweet, short, innocent kiss. I melted into his arms, and we kissed a deeper soulful kiss. His tongue entered between my lips and I lost all inhibitions. My panties were getting wet, and I hugged his muscular arms and chest. When we broke of kiss, I asked him why he was interested in me. He said he found me very attractive, and loved married white women. This angered me a bit, and I asked why. He said they appreciated him, and seemed to truly enjoy the time they spent together. I was too horny to debate with him, and asked what he wanted to do. His reply made my heart race. "Everything, or nothing- it is up to you." I dreamed about this moment, and told him I don't know what "everything" meant, but I would love to be with him for the evening. I could blame the alcohol, but when Andrew said "follow me", I would have followed him anywhere. He took me into a bedroom, but it was occupied (actually by one of his friends and a woman that I knew was married). We tried another, but again, it was in use. He then led me by the hand down to a bathroom next to the laundry room on the lower level. "It isn't very romantic, but it is private" he said. He locked the door, and took me in his arms. We kissed again more passionately, and his hands were on my breasts, my butt, and he kissed my neck. I could feel a bulge in his crotch against my tummy, and it made me so hot. I was turned on, but unsure what to do. Andrew sensed this, and asked me what I wanted. I did not answer, so he asked me again, more forcefully. I felt a wave come over me- this is a real man, and I am a real woman. Before I could think, I uttered what was on my mind: "your cock- I want your cock!" I panted. I shocked myself for being so bold. Here I am a 40 something year old housewife with a young black man almost half my age, and I was acting like a wanton slut. Screw it, I thought, this night was perhaps the last chance I might ever have to really cut loose. I gave in to my horniness. Andrew backed off a little from me and smiled. He took his shirt off, and revealed a magnificent chiseled chest and rippled abs. His pants were bulged out by what looked to be a softball. He started to unbuckle his belt, but I put my hands on his, and said "Let me." I lowered myself to my knees, and looked at this magnificent man. My hands trembled as I opened his belt. I then opened his trousers, and slowly lowered his zipper. It seemed as if I was on autopilot- this seemed so natural. I opened his pants and he wore gray boxer shorts with a large tent in front. Had I not seen a couple of black cocks on the videos at Carol's house, I would not know what to expect. I let his pants drop, and removed his slip on shoes, socks, and then his pants. He stood in his boxers before me- a black Adonis. A wet spot was formed down the leg of his shorts, and I think I saw the tip of his penis poking out. My hands were shaking as I softly caressed the bulge through his shorts. Andrew asked if this is what I really wanted, and I replied "Oh yesss!" He laughed softly, and said he should warn me that once a white woman tries black, she will never go back. I grinned up at him, and hooked my fingers in the waistband. It was the moment of truth. I slowly pulled down the shorts, and was surprised by the sparseness of pubic hair on his flat, rock hard torso. When the root of his penis appeared, I giggled nervously as my mouth watered. Another three slow inches, and a gorgeous black stalk was visible. I swallowed as I continued to lower his shorts. Finally, the entire penis sort of sprung up as I lowered the shorts to the floor. He lifted each leg out as I took them off. He was now totally naked, and all mine! I looked at the work of art penis- it wasn't even fully erect yet. Like Mike and all of the actors in the videos I had seen, he was wonderfully circumcised. A cockhead is sooo sensual, and I again thought how much nicer this clean penis was compared to my husbands rather small and smelly wiener. I quickly got Bill out of my mind, as Andrew's penis pulsed slightly. The head was a deeper, almost purple shade of the chocolate colored shaft. It had a drop of pre-cum, and I just took in the beauty for a moment. I heard myself say "Damn, what a beautiful cock!" I wrapped my hand around it, and hefted it's weight. His balls were very large, and hung in a cocoa colored hairless sack. "Oh honey, your balls....." was all I could say. My left hand lifted them, and Andrew groaned. I stroked his dick a few times, and could feel it get stiffer. I was about the same length as Mike's but a bit thicker. The color contrast between my hand and his cock was sooo erotic! I leaned forward, and licked at the drops at the tip. His cock jerked in my hand, and I tasted his offering. It was similar to Mike's but a bit saltier, and had a freshness to it. I told him he was yummy, and continued to wash his cockhead with my tongue. He smelled of soap, and a wonderful clean scent I cannot describe. My pussy was dripping, and I adjusted myself on my knees to get more comfortable on the carpeted floor. This dick was mine for the next few minutes, and I was going to enjoy it! Andrew moaned "Suck me baby, enjoy it." As I moved my licking down the shaft to his big balls. I kissed and licked his scrotum, and moved my hands to his rock hard buttocks. I spread his legs a bit, so I could lick his balls better. Andrew was moaning, and told me they were full of his love potion, just for me. This really had me turned on, and I licked his black balls until they were sopping wet with my saliva. My stomach gurgled, and I knew I was going to have a rich feast of man protein this wonderful night. I licked back to his rock hard dick, which had a large dollop of pre-cum at the tip. I licked this off, and enjoyed it's unique taste. I could eat this forever, I thought. I then opened my mouth wide, and sucked his plum head in. I slowly bobbed up and down on his glorious shaft, and tickled his tip with my tongue on the uptake. He held my head and moaned "suck my black dick, suck it, love it-oh yeah, baby!". His talk turned me on even more, and after a few more head bobs, I actually climaxed, soaking my panties. I tried to take everything in, and gagged. Andrew pulled back and said, "easy baby, not many women can take it all." I felt this would be a challenge, and would try to deepthroat this black beauty. By now, my knees were hurting, and I got up from the floor. I could see the disappointment in Andrew's eyes as he probably thought my sucking was over. As I moved to the toilet seat, I grasped his hot rod and pulled him along. I lowered the lid, and sat on the toilet seat. This was much more comfortable, and Andrew's big dick was pointed directly at my wet lips. I held it, and gave him a few strokes. I was amazed at the upward angle his cock had- straight up- almost to his belly button. I licked his leaking pee hole, and enjoyed more pre-cum. I looked up at Andrew, and asked him to fuck my mouth. He groaned "oh yeahhhhh!" and inserted his penis in my mouth. As he began a slow face fuck, I held his swinging balls with one hand, and his ass cheek with the other. As he got more forceful, I tried to take his cock in my throat. It was so large in girth, that I just couldn't. I gagged again, and Andrew again told me no one has ever been able to do that. I accepted this, and thought perhaps I could try later. Right now, I had a specific thirst for a specific liquid. As Andrew and I worked together in an awesome face fuck, I again reached a climax as he began to move rapidly between my lips. He asked me if I wanted his juice, and I looked up with a mouth full of dick, and mumbled "ummm hummm!" He said he had been saving this for me, and told me to jerk it out of him. I held his plum head in my mouth, and jerked the cock as fast as I could. I looked to the mirror on the door, and saw my image: a tan 40ish white woman in a white sleeveless turtle neck dress, sucking the large cock of an incredible young, and totally naked, black man. His cock was so black against my white hand and face. He held my hair as I jerked his rod. Here I was, the prim and proper Mrs. William Harris, sucking black cock- if anyone at home saw this, they would never believe it! My Discovery Ch. 3 Chapter 3: A New Lust for Life Andrew started to move up on his tiptoes, and spread his legs wide apart so he could insert his penis as deeper. It gave me a better hold on his balls, and he moaned "here it comes...here it comes... eat my load, baby... all white women love black sperm, baby.. here it cooommmesss!" I felt a scalding blast hit my throat, and I automatically swallowed. Another shot coated my tongue, and I swallowed greedily. He tasted very different than Mike, but it was a rich salty, almond type taste. His blew a load that defied anything I could ever imagine. It literally shot with a force that was hitting my tonsils, and I swallowed as quickly as I could. I was in heaven, and felt another orgasmic wave come over me. As his blasts lessened, I had a better chance to savor his sperm and enjoy it's flavor before eating it. This was the hottest thing, and the hottest time I had ever experienced in my life. I licked his penis of any last drops, and he just held my face (which was still full of his black dick) and said "baby, you are an awesome cocksucker! I can tell, you love this, don't you?" I let his slick cock fall from my mouth and said "yeah lover- I love dicks- I love sperm- but I think I love yours the best!". His dick was my ultimate love toy. I hoped we could play some more. I would have sucked off a line of men at that instant. There was something about a big prick and a hot load of sperm that I just loved. I had to have more. As Andrew stood there in front of me, I again looked at the mirror. A gorgeous man, with a man sized cock stood in front of a happy middle-aged white woman with a belly full of his delicious sperm. I got horny again and started to lick his dick again, but Andrew pulled me up and set me on the wash basin countertop. "No- it's your turn, baby!" was all he said. Before I knew it, my skirt was at my waist, my panties torn aside, and Andrew's tongue was licking my soaked, hair covered vagina. He used his fingers to part my hair, and when his tongue tip touched my clit, I exploded. This was the first time anyone had ever done this, and I could not believe how good it felt. He licked me, used his fingers, and stuck his soft pink tongue in my hole the best he could. I was afraid I was going to suffocate him, as my thighs closed around his head. I could smell my scent, and he must have liked it- he ate me like a starving man. To this day, I don't understand how this turns a man on; must be pheromones. I climaxed twice, and his probing fingers had me in a trance. I lost all control and inhibitions. I could not think any longer as I blurted out "fuck me, please fuck me!" Andrew did not have to be asked again. He stood up and worked his huge cockhead around the opening of my hole. Even with all of the soaking wet moisture, it felt huge. It was by far the largest thing my little pussy ever had near it. He was twice the man as my hubby, and I wasn't sure it would fit at first. Andrew was gentle, however, and slowly worked the head in. I felt like I might split for a second, but once that beautiful manflesh past my cuntlips, I couldn't hold back. I pulled his buttocks in towards me, and as more and more of this awesome penis filled me, I was in ecstasy. He then began a subtle fucking motion, and I came again. Damn, in 30 minutes, I had more orgasms with this young man than I did in 15 years! As Andrew began to fuck me more, I became an animal. I had to have his dick in me. I thought to myself, I would do anything to have a cock like this fill me. I bucked back, and squeezed his rock hard ass cheeks. He moaned, and I could feel his dick pulse in me. I knew he was unloading another dose of sperm, and I again, had a huge orgasm around his big pole. I used my pc muscles to milk his dick, and he groaned, "oh baby, your cunt sucks almost as good as your mouth!" I felt so full, and for the first time in my life, my vagina was stretched and filled to capacity. I wanted to stay this way a bit longer. We stayed attached for a few minutes, as we "came down" from our ultimate high. I could feel our mixed juices running down my ass. It did not dawn on me until then that he did not wear a condom (and I was not on the pill- Bill had a vasectomy after our second daughter was born). I was nervous- I did not think I would actually fuck anyone, and assumed if it did happen, he would wear a condom, but the pleasure I had received was worth it. I also gave a thought to AIDS, and all of the things I never thought about before. Andrew seemed to read my mind, and said to relax; he always wore condoms before tonight. I asked him why not tonight, and he chuckled and said Carol assured him I was a "one-man woman" and not very experienced. He also added that Mike told him I gave great head, and was an eager apprentice. I was a bit pissed off- they told me they said nothing much to Andrew, but he wiggled his still engorged cock in my hole and said I was an awesome lover. He said he wanted to give me an evening I would remember on cold Indiana nights. He pulled out, and my vagina made a funny noise- a pussy fart, as Carol would later tell me. We thought that we had better join the party upstairs, so we cleaned up and he got dressed (but not without me planting another kiss on his gorgeous dick). I asked if he had anything left for me, and he told me to give him a few minutes to recharge. Damn, I was a horny slut, and I loved it! When we joined the party, many people had left (there was word that a famous actor was having a late night get together, and most had headed there). We found Carol and Mike talking with a small group. Carol slyly asked where we had been. I must have blushed, and Andrew, as always the gentleman, said we were in the back yard looking at the lights below. I worried that there were some telltale clues on me: a drop of sperm on my chin, messed hair, a wet spot on my behind, etc. Carol said they were going to have a few people over to the house, and asked Andrew if he wanted to come along. I had an idea what might lie ahead of us, and felt a warm glow in my tummy and pussy. He eagerly agreed. Andrew spoke to the friends he arrived with, and Josh, a muscular blonde with long hair and a Chippendale face and body asked if he could come with us. Carol smiled, and said the more the merrier. We thanked our guests and departed. Andrew and Josh came with us, and we nervously sat in the back seat. The sexual tension was so thick as we drove. I wanted to give Andrew another blowjob in the car; I dreamed of his taught young body and beautiful cock. I wanted it again so bad! Andrew and Josh seemed to be overly polite around Mike. I think Mike's stature in Hollywood seemed to have helped (or harmed) many young actors in the past. Anyway, we held hands and smiled when our eyes met. Josh smiled too, and I wondered if he was on Carol's menu that night. Carol was less inhibited in the car. She then said, sort of casually, that the five of us were the only ones who were actually going to their house. We all had an idea what that meant, and we all quietly anticipated what was ahead. But a few too many drinks had Carol chattering and gossiping about everyone at the party (no names I recognized), and went on about how the young wife of a 6o year old game show executive was "banging" another one of the young actors while her husband was trying to hit on her all night. I started to get the feeling that this was a normal thing in Hollywood- all of the sexual games. Carol then looked in the back seat, and said I looked happy in between two hunks. She asked if I was going to share tonight. I blushed, and said "sure", but wondered what Mike thought. It obviously did not bother him, as he playfully chided Carol for being such a wanton slut. We all laughed- it was true- two 40 year old women from conservative Indiana, who never went beyond a French kiss in college were now looking forward to a late night of cocks, cum, and sex. When we got to the house, Carol suggested we swim while she made some drinks and snacks. Mike sensed some nervousness from Andrew and Josh (after all, he could not only make their careers hit or miss, he was 17 years older than they were). He told them there were some swimsuits in the bathroom next to the weight room next to the pool. They left together, and Mike went to help Carol in the kitchen. I hurried in the guest bathroom, and quickly changed into my two piece suit. I looked at my naked body in the mirror, and matted pubic hair. Not bad, I thought, for having two children and being in my 40's. Still, I did not have the kind of body these two young studs were probably used to. I was self-conscious, and relieved when I was the first one in the pool. Andrew and Josh joined me in a few minutes. Andrew wore baggy white boxer trunks, and Josh had on a red tight brief type suit that left little to the imagination. They had incredible bodies I could have only dreamed about before. I felt a now familiar itch in my vagina, and my mouth watered. What has become of me? Andrew and I swam and talked. I again asked him why he would want to be with a married 40 year old mother of two, when he could have the pick of any young beautiful woman in Los Angeles? He answered that first of all, he loved white women who were slightly older because they were sexually much more appreciative, and second, he found me very sensual. He thought I was like a 40 year-old virgin. In some ways, that was true. He said I was not like most women in that I was just now discovering my sexuality. He said this was a big turn-on for him to help with that discovery. He pulled me to him, and we kissed in the water. I could feel his cock enlarging, and my pussy tingled. He whispered that white women found black cock irresistible. I could not argue. Carol joined us, and she and Josh chatted and laughed at the other end of the pool. Carol was definitely the aggressor as she put her hands behind Josh's head and kissed him passionately. I looked for Mike, and he must have been "detained" in the kitchen. Carol then called us over, and told us Mike would join us later. She said we were to enjoy ourselves, and the night was ours. "That being said, how about we all get to know each other better?" Carol cheerfully said. She pulled me aside in the water and asked if she could have Andrew first- she had a thing for "dark meat". I didn't like the idea, but would not argue. After all, Josh was certainly not a consolation prize- I immediately wondered what his cock looked like, and how it would taste- I wasn't sure if I wanted to fuck another man I did not know, and decided to try and not let that happen. Carol then said Mike thought the guys would be inhibited with him around, and besides, she had a tasty meal of his sperm just a few minutes before in the kitchen. Mike went to bed, but would be available for "us" if necessary. Carol said he was saving his next load for me. I smiled- a bedtime snack of the finest order! With that being said, Carol announced that as hostess, she wanted to "share". She took Andrew by the hand, and when he looked at me, I winked my approval. Carol stood Andrew in front of her and they kissed. Her hands were busy, feeling his cock, and then positioning her hands in his waistband. She went to her knees, and lowered his trunks. His beautiful cock sprung up, and she laughed as it hit her forehead. She threw the trunks in the bushes, and rose to her feet, pulling Andrew by the penis to a wooden bench. She sat down, and positioned Andrew directly in front of her. She licked his cock as it waived in front of her face, and said she wanted to suck his cock all night. I felt some jealousy as Carol licked the chocolate cock and balls, but it made me incredibly horny. It also made me something I never felt before: sexually aggressive. I looked at Josh, and told him I wanted to go in the house. As we left the pool, Carol was deepthroating Andrew's big dick, and he was already in a stupor. Damn, I wish I could practice that more when I get home. I bet I could be even better than Carol. It was so erotic to see his dark cock buried to the balls in her light face. My Discovery Ch. 4 Chapter 4: A New Lust for Life I led Josh into the house by his hand. Josh had a very well developed physique, and had an extremely handsome face. He looked younger than Andrew, however, and was quite shy. He was also very polite (he called me "Ma'am" all the time). I took his hand, and we first stopped by the bar. I got him a beer, and poured myself a margarita from the pitcher Carol had made. We then went into the living room in our bathing suits. He seemed nervous, so I thought we would talk first. Josh was originally from Louisiana, and worked as an actor when he could find work, but made most of his money as a stripper. He said he was also taking classes at a community college. It did not take me long to figure out that he was not the brightest man in the world, and he was very young. He finally admitted that he was only 22, and I was ready to forget about doing anything but talk with someone this young. I could easily be old enough to be his mother. He seemed so attentive to me, however, that I think he enjoyed my company. I asked Josh what he wanted to do, and he said he wanted to make me happy. He said he liked to be with "older women" (that did not make me feel very desirable). He told me quite a few ladies wanted to go out with him after they saw him from the club he worked at, and a wife of one studio executive got him work in some movies. I worried a little that Josh had been around a lot, and was concerned about sexually transmitted diseases. He could sense I was losing interest, and asked me if I wanted him to dance. Sure, I said- this might be all he will do tonight, I thought. As he started to dance to a CD he played on the player, I understood why ladies sought him out. His ass was tiny, but had round hard buttocks. His abs were defined, but not overly so. His crotch looked stuffed with a python snake, and he smiled with perfect white teeth. I was more than turned on- I knew I wanted to at least see what was in those shorts. After his routine, I called him over. He stood in front of me, and I was at eye level with his bulging red swimsuit. I licked my lips, and looked up at him. Josh looked down, and asked if I wanted to "make love". He asked so sweetly, but I started to again feel like being the dominant one. I told him to stand still. I felt his cock and balls through the suit. They were very large (again, I felt cheated). I could wait no longer, and I slowly pulled his tight suit off. I think I hurt his balls a bit, since he grimaced a little, and I pulled the suit forward a bit more. His large pink penis popped up, and underneath, his balls were very large. The head of his cock was much larger than the rest, and it resembled a big mushroom. Another thing I noticed is that he was totally clean-shaven. He did not have a bit of hair, and it made his equipment look even larger. I was beyond myself as I took his suit off, and threw it behind the sofa. I wondered if all men in California trimmed or shaved their hair around their cocks. I loved it, in any case. I then took a hold of the young penis, and stroked it a couple of times. I felt his full balls, which were bigger than even Andrew's or Mike's. He moved forward, and tried to put his penis in my face. I smacked his butt playfully, and told him I was in charge. He replied with a "yes Ma'am" that sent shivers down my spine. I jerked him a few more times, and he said "Ma'am, if you do that much more, I might, ummm, you know....". He was so shy that he could not even say "cum". I was loving this new experience, and moved him by his hot, hard cock to the sofa I was sitting on. I had him recline on the sofa with one leg on the carpet, and the other over the back of the sofa. He was spread wide for me, and I enjoyed the view of his big balls, and straining cock. He looked like a Thanksgiving feast, and I was hungry for dick! I started to enjoy this delectable manflesh by licking his cock and balls with a passion that seemed to come from deep down in my being. His erect penis was as hard as an iron bar, and I lathed his dick with my saliva. I never thought much about a man's balls before, but considering the love nectar that they made, I gave them a thorough tongue bath as well. Josh had a manly scent mixed with the wetness of the water from the pool, and it amazed me that all 3 cocks that I had gotten to know "up close and personal" had a different scent. They all turned me on soooo much! Poor Josh was turned on too, and just as I got the big mushroom head in my mouth for a long suck, he exploded a torrent of thick sperm in my mouth. I swallowed as fast as he could deliver the load, and he went into a spasm, forcing his dick in my throat. I gagged a little, but a series of spurts hit my tonsils. I pulled back, and jerked his quivering dick with my hand. Goodness, this boy's balls made a huge meal of semen! Even after he quit shooting his sperm, it kept dribbling. I kept his softening penis in my mouth, and gently suckled on his dick. He laid back and groaned. I then savored the taste- again, quite different from my previous two men that I sucked off. Josh had a more bitter, but smooth taste. Not as sweet as Mike, or as salty as Andrew. Josh's sperm also had a bit of a faint scent to it- sort of like the chlorine bleach smell my husband had, but very faint. I found I enjoyed the variety, but he wasn't as delicious as the other two (I later found out that some men had sperm with a scent, others had no smell whatsoever- much is related to foods consumed). My my, I thought, now I am becoming a "sperm critic". I kept sucking on the wilted dick and thinking, when my thoughts were jolted by Carol's loud laughter. "Getting a shot of liquid protein, eh?" she exclaimed. I pulled my lips off the cock with a forced "pop", and smiled back. There stood Andrew, his big black dick hanging down, and Carol totally nude. I imagined what they had been doing. "Any left for me, Josh?" Carol said. Josh just sat up, and nodded his head "yes". His limp dick oozed a couple of drops that I greedily leaned over and lapped up. I smiled up at him, and told him it shouldn't go to waste. Carol excused herself to "tidy up", and put some clothes on, and I followed. As we left, she said they could shower in the bathroom next to the pool, but warned they were not to get dressed. We left them, and giggled like two school girls as we walked. She told me Andrew blew a load in her mouth, as well as her pussy, so he was probably fairly spent for a while. Actually, my jaw was a bit tight, and my pussy felt a bit sticky too. I told Carol Josh was hers, and she clapped her hands and said "goody!". After a shower, and change into a pair of jeans and sweatshirt, I joined the boys in the living room. They too had taken a shower, but remained totally naked, just as Carol ordered. I sat in a lounger across from them, and Andrew told us we were the horniest women he ever met. Carol then entered the room wearing slacks and a sweater, and laughed at Andrew's comment. We talked for a while, and Carol suggested they stay the night. Andrew agreed, but Josh said he had to leave by early morning. Carol offered to drive him home, whenever he needed to leave. She was looking at his cock as she spoke, and it started to rise. She asked Josh to come over to where she was sitting, and licked her lips. I boldly moved over to Andrew on the sofa, and asked him how he felt. He said he had a little left, but that this was my night. I told him that all I wanted was to suck on his lovely cocoa cock. He kissed me softly, and as we embraced, my hand searched for his chocolate stick. I gently stroked up and down on his penis, as my mouth began to water again. I heard noisy sucking noises, as Carol was sitting with a mouth full of young cockflesh, while Josh was standing in front of her, totally still. She bobbed back and forth, and moaned in ecstasy. I thought to myself that sucking on a cock was the most natural, beautiful, and erotic act I ever experienced. I pulled Andrew on top of me, as I reclined on the sofa. I spread Andrew's legs, as he straddled my chest. My hands pulled his buttocks forward, and his stiff dick found my mouth. The armrest of the sofa gave me a perfect brace for the back of my neck, as I pulled his ass forward to fuck my mouth. His spread legs gave me a perfect opportunity to hold his swaying balls, with one hand, as my other hand helped establish a nice fucking rhythm. I was lazily playing with his balls, as he slowly inserted and withdrew his beautiful erect penis. I was so relaxed, yet, so turned on. I wanted this to last forever. It was different from my previous blowjobs in that it was a slow, leisurely suck- like a baby with a pacifier. I learned to relax my jaw, and let Andrew do all of the work. Every so often he would pull back, and I would lick the head, while praising his work of art penis- damn, it was hot. Andrew would moan every once in a while, and say things like "suck my black cock, baby!", and "you love that big dick, don't you, mama!". I could only look up and smile with my eyes, and mouth full of cock. Carol and I sucked young cock for almost a half hour before the boys started to get more forceful. Mike woke up and made a comment on his way to the kitchen that we were such nasty cocksuckers (I took that as a compliment). He was, of course, naked as well, and I knew there was more sperm for me before I went to bed from the man of the house. My thoughts were interrupted, as I looked over and saw Josh rapidly fucking Carol's face. He stood on his toes, and blew a load in her throat. Her hands held his ass, as she drained his young cock of it's lifegiving liquid. Mike watched from the kitchen as his wife ate the boy's sperm. Mike's dick stood straight up at the sight. Andrew must have also found this erotic, because he began to increase his own face fucking on me. I found it so hot to have him gently pounding my lips. They became somewhat numb from the friction. I tickled his balls with my fingertips, and softly stroked his ass cheek when he started to moan. He held the sides of my head, and really pushed more of his big cock into my throat. I had been trying to take him deeper every once in a while, and without noticing it now, his big cockhead was now in my throat! I was not even gagging, and I looked over with pride to Carol, Mike, and Josh, who were watching us intently. I inhaled through my nose on the uptake, as the big penis blocked my breathing somewhat. I felt an orgasm building in my pussy from all this cocksucking, and I was ready for my reward. I took hold of Andrew's dick at the base and began to stroke him. He pulled back a bit, and I felt a small spasm on the bottom of his cock and along his head. He shot a watery load on my tongue, and while it was not a huge load (he was close to being sucked dry this night), it was very pleasant tasting. Damn, I love sperm! I found that I had also climaxed, and my panties were soaked with my juices. I softly suckled his penis, and coaxed a few more drops from his brown beauty. Exhausted, Andrew collapsed back on the sofa. Josh had already crashed on a recliner, and Carol was on her knees blowing Mike. She stopped for a second to stand up, and pull him by his erect cock into their bedroom. She wished me a goodnight, and closed the door. Andrew was already starting to fall asleep, so I covered his naked body with a blanket, and went to my bed. I lay in this bed- my last night in Los Angeles- with the delicious aftertaste of sperm in my mouth. The events of a perfect evening would soon be a distant memory as I was to return to the life of Mrs. William Harris- wife and mother. Inside, I would always have a hunger for cock. I knew my life had changed, and I was uneasy about it. Still, I drifted off to sleep with the warm memory and taste I savored. I never felt more like a woman- or more alive. I slept in the next morning, until I felt a warm hand brush back my hair. It was Andrew, and as he stood next to my bed, still naked, my first sight was his lovely penis. I was about to ask him if I could have a breakfast of "juice and sausage", when he told me to be quiet. He laid on the bed, and I could feel his warm tool begin to harden against me. He whispered in my ear he wanted to give me something to remember him by. He ended up giving me the best fuck I ever had, and rode me for almost a half hour. When he came, I could actually feel his penis spasm in my pussy- a first for me. When he was soft, he slipped out of my well-used vagina, and took a shower. I then went in the kitchen. Carol had taken Josh home already, and was staring out the window with a smile on her face. She told me Mike was jogging along the beach- I wondered if I was going to have one more chance to "play" with Mike before my flight home that night (darn, I didn't get the chance). My mind went back to the previous evening, and I started to get warm inside- I am sure it was Andrew's sperm as well- it was oozing out of my stretched hole into my hairy bush. Carol and I talked over coffee, and said she had fucked Josh in the kitchen when she woke up. She said she hadn't had a night like this for ten years. We compared notes on the men we enjoyed, and I learned that while Josh was somewhat used to "servicing" married women that went to the strip club, he thought the previous night was as erotic for him as anything he had ever done before. He seemed to notice my new found passion for sucking cock, and he found the experience a big turn on. He actually told Carol he would like to see me again, if I ever came back! Carol and I now had a closeness we will never lose. I think about all of the years I wasted, sexually speaking, and how much fun a good stiff penis can add. I don't regret marrying my Bill, but sure wished I had more experiences before I settled down. I was determined to perhaps try and help make him more sexually attractive: a hair trim "down there", perhaps circumcision (it makes a big difference for me), a "sperm taste diet" and maybe whipping him into a weight loss lifestyle. I think if his cock was more attractive, I might fulfill my desire for cocksucking with him (and I could at least practice). I know he cannot really enlarge his penis and testicles, but I think I could get some satisfaction sucking him off. Carol told me she would get some information on the Daughters of Priapis, and there could possibly be a chapter in the Midwest. I felt good that my taste for cock and sperm was not unique, and it would be nice to meet other women who have the same intense desire. I am not offended to think I might be a slut to some people, or have a "fetish", but I think I my passion is very normal. After all, some men love a woman's legs, breasts, ass, or pussy for goodness sake; why can't a woman love a man's penis and sperm? I spent the afternoon packing, and wondering these delicious deep thoughts. Everything seemed so natural now, and it all made sense. Just as breasts were made to not only nourish babies, but provide daddy (or other men) with an object they enjoyed sucking on, so is a penis made for us women. These ideas made me horny. Unfortunately, the afternoon did not offer many additional opportunities with Andrew, but he did come with us to the airport, and I enjoyed giving one last blowjob in the back seat of the car! His orgasm was quite large, and delicious. I tried to keep a little of the sperm in my mouth to enjoy the taste as long as I could. I thanked Carol and Mike for the time of my life, and told Andrew he was the most awesome stud I ever met. I cried- I knew I would miss them all, but especially the free supply of gorgeous cock, delicious sperm, and fulfilling an awakened fantasy and passion within me. My stretched pussy hurt a little, but it was a good hurt. I wondered if my Bill would notice, if he tried making love to me. His penis is about half the length and girth of Andrew, and it would seem that he could tell. It worried me a little. I did not want to hurt him. On the flight home, I looked at every man a little differently- actually, ever since this vacation, I always look at men differently! I now wonder what their cock looks like, how it tastes, and how big it is. I wondered if he is circumcised, or if he trims his pubic hair (both such a big turn on for me). I tried to remember the wonderful flavor of the men I sucked off- the sperm I enjoyed. I felt wonderful and healthier than I ever had before. I dozed off, my mind on what life in California would be like if we lived there. I now know what people mean by the "healthy California lifestyle"- adding sperm to a diet will keep any woman young and frisky. Although I felt guilty, I promised myself I would visit a priest when I got home to clear my conscience at confession. I would try to be a better wife to Billy, and a great mom to my babies. I tried to promise myself I would go back to my "former self", and be a "good Indiana wife and mother". Still, I knew I had a hunger that would soon build. I knew it would be a different side of me that did not exist before. I have given in a few times to that weakness (and will write about it if anyone cares). It will not go away. When I got home, Bill and the girls met me at the airport, and I was so happy to see them. Bill kissed my lips- the same lips that were sucking a beautiful chocolate cock just 7 hours before. The lips that were covered with another man's sperm. I would never forget that wonderful flavor and warm feeling in my tummy. I loved Bill, but he could not give me the sexual release I needed. Still, he was the man I wanted to be with most of the time. I hugged my girls. I wanted to be mommy and wifey for now. I knew my hunger would return and get worse if unfulfilled, but for now I was content. I had it all: a belly full of sperm to go with memories of a lifetime, a loving hubby, and two gorgeous little girls. I knew I would want more, but for now I couldn't be happier. I never felt more feminine, or more like a woman completely fulfilled. Bill's comment as we walked to the luggage area was that I never looked more beautiful, healthy, or radiant. He said whatever they fed me must have agreed with me (I loved thinking about that comment, and licked my lips as I smiled back- if he only knew....). He ended his compliments with the statement that I should visit Carol every year. I certainly would agree with that. This was my beginning. It was a start and I have a few more experiences (but it is much more difficult at home in conservative central Indiana). Still, I did find a way to take care of my needs. I also found "mom's mini van" is much more valuable for secret meetings than it is taking the girls to soccer games! And, by the way, I once had a back problem that would act up in cold weather..... it doesn't bother me at all now. Must be my healthy new diet. Next: My new life back in Indiana