Sissy Cuckold Erotica / Cheating / Office sex
Blowing It! I Put My Marriage on the Line Every Day, and I didn’t need to.
I love the taste, the feel of it in my mouth. I can’t stop, I know this is cheating, but I tell myself it’s just a blowjob. Then my husband found out, now what?
Note: It's a cuckold story, a wife helping her husband become a cock-sucker
I gave my first blowjob about six years after I got married. But not to my husband. His name was Jerry. I worked with him. He was nice, well built, and we liked to take walks at lunch. We had a flirty friendship. I joked about his gorgeous eyes; he complimented me on my hair.
It was innocent fun until that day in the park. We sat on the grass eating lunch. I knew we were getting dangerously close. Then the kiss and the next thing his hand was wrapped in my ‘it looks gorgeous today’ hair that I did just for him. Next thing you know, I’m eating his cock down to the base. That would be the start of my addiction!
Jerry’s cock was thick, heavier than my husband’s. He unzipped and pulled it out. Clumsily, I reached across and stroked it in my palm. I looked up at him.
“Suck it, please?”
“I.. I want to, but..”
“You’re married, I know.” He was kind, and I wanted to please him.
“It’s not that. I haven’t ever…” I wet my lips. His eyes begged.
I looked down at his cock. I could see the end was wet for me with his sticky pre-cum, and I got curious. I stuck out my tongue as if I was licking ice-cream for the first time and licked the fluid. Salty, not unpleasant. His scent strong but disguised beneath lemon soap and aftershave. I’d never seen a man who shaved his privates before. His balls smooth, cock proudly demanding my attention. After that first lick, he moaned and gripped my hair. I lowered my mouth over his thick, pulsing cock. It throbbed and swelled in response to my every move.
I was soon bobbing up and down like a woman possessed. It stretched at the sides of my mouth as I took it deep in my mouth. My teeth scraped on him as he pushed it to the back of my throat. I almost gagged. He relaxed his grip slightly and let me do my best. I didn’t think about consequences. I made love to his shaft. It seemed to be over so quickly. The first shot in my mouth took me by surprise. I guzzled the delicious prize I had worked for, a little leaking at the corner of my mouth. I felt sexy, having done this for him. How he smiled.
He licked the cum that had leaked away as we kissed. I glanced around. The bushes in the park had given us privacy, but it was a public park. I felt like a slutty cheating wife. Which I guess was fairly accurate. I felt like people were watching from behind the trees. Little did I know.
We soon had hook ups in the washroom at work. Before long, we got caught. Now that I think back, I’m fairly sure I was overly loud, hoping the man in the next stall would hear us. I was a wanton slut now, and I didn’t care who knew. Reckless, but exciting. I have never felt so alive.
When I got back to my desk, I got an email. The man had heard. I expected the note to be a blackmail, but his words were complimentary, sexy, how turned on he had gotten. He confessed to looking at me, wishing. I sent a note back. My fingers flew over the keyboard as I answered his need.
An hour later I was on my knees, sucking the long slim cock of Anthony, the mailroom manager. Hidden behind the racks of mailboxes. I sat in a chair. He stood in front of me. He was nervous, stumbling over his words. But in a moment his pants were down and I had my tongue on his balls.
I played, as I liked to think, expertly, with his cock. He tried to reach down and grab my tits, but I quickly shifted my attention from his length to his end, teeth and tongue busy as Jerry had taught me as I squeezed his balls. I knew that would trigger him, “Fuck, Shit,” He swore as he lost his load. I didn’t lose one drop. I left him to tuck back in as I left, off to the washroom to fix my lipstick. As I looked in the mirror, I saw a glow I’d never noticed before. I looked amazing. I had intended to rinse my mouth, but I decided against it, letting the taste linger.
I had discovered a need. One that, over the next few days, I discovered that most of the men in our office were all too willing to satisfy.
Russell in finance, thin and slightly smelly, goes deep, always grateful. He’s a great kisser and oddly loves kissing me without any thought to where my mouth has just been.
George, an analyst I had worked with side-by-side for years, overweight, thick, hairy. But he tastes and smells gorgeous, and cries afterwards, every time.
Travis. He was young, just married. One of our most talented sales associates. He was thick, long, rhythmic and long-lasting. He was the first to return the favor and went down on me.
Mike, a divorced man that must have been desperately lonely. Short, stubby, attentive and always brings me a lemon muffin. I have no idea what job he does. He might actually work next door, but he knows Jerry. He says I make coming to work worthwhile.
I love the taste of cock. The feel of it in my mouth. Salty, stringy creaminess of cum on my tongue. Sweat and sex in my nostrils. I can tell if they’ve had sex. Travis’s wife leaves a thin film of delicate sweetness to compliment the taste of his strong urgent need. My creamy compulsion exploded day after day, belly full after belly full.
Some weeks after Jerry taught me to please him in the park, my husband arrived to take me to lunch. It was a surprise. He never came by, he was always too busy. Even at home, we barely talked. We usually fell to sleep in our enormous bed without even a peck on the cheek. I couldn’t say no. So, I quickly sent a text cancelling a meetup with Jerry.
To be honest, I’d got a bit bored with the same routine with Jerry. He was attractive, but all he talked about was numbers and debit balances when I wasn’t sucking him.
Not long after, I sat opposite my husband, and we ate pasta. It was odd. He didn’t speak much, so why was he at lunch with me? Then he got up and excused himself to go to the washroom. I sat alone, my mind playing out several dark scenarios. I knew when he had something on his mind, and he was struggling with it. Our relationship had never been truly passionate. The thought came to my mind that he might want to ask me for a divorce. It would be sad, but not unexpected.
My phone pinged that I had a text.
— “Can you come to the washroom?”
— “Are you OK? Do you need help.”
I got no reply, so I left the table and rushed to see him, worried he was ill. The stress of whatever he was dealing with, I imagined it had caused a heart attack. I opened the men’s bathroom and walked in. It was empty, one closed stall door. I went to it; it was locked. I peeked through the crack. He was in a stall with his hard cock in his hand.
“Can I come in?” I asked.
“Next stall,” he said. I was confused at first, but I went in and sat down, thinking he wanted to talk? But then, a cock came through the wall, through a hole I hadn’t noticed. “You love cock so much, suck it!”
“What?”
“You do it for Jerry. Now do it for me. Now!” His tone deep and demanding. I had never heard him like this. How did he know? Is this the end of my marriage?
I was mortified, but wet with excitement. I looked at the cock; I knew it so well, I thought. But disembodied as it was at this moment, it looked foreign, new. I took it in my hand and my tongue explored and tasted for the first time in all of our marriage. I worked his cock with all the skill I could muster, falling in love with its texture. I was glad when he shot his load and tasted strong. He filled my mouth with so much cum.
I stepped out of the stall after and heard the lock on his side slide open. I went in and he kissed me passionately. This would have surprised me but for my experiences with Russell. He seemed to love tasting himself. We broke the kiss.
“I watch you.”
“What? How long? I mean, how did you find out?”
“Jerry texted it to me. Told me what a sissy I was, that you had been with a real man. He’s right, I guess. I love watching you suck him, it makes me wish…” he had a pained look on his face.
“What baby?”
“Wish I could join you.”
“What do you mean, like watch?”
“I, I imagine, I’m you,” he said. The words hit my mind, but didn’t sink in. What did that mean? Was my husband Gay? Bi?
“Ok. Right, I don’t understand. I love you, it’s OK. Are you…”
“Gay. I don’t think so, I just. I guess. It’s so confusing. I watch porn, you know,” he said, seemingly ashamed.
“Gay porn?”
“No.”
“What then?”
He took out his phone and showed me. Wow. What I saw was unexpected. I was stunned. I looked at him. “This is what you want?” He nodded.
“Baby, it’s OK. It is. We can work this out. We can. OK?” I asked, and he nodded again. I texted Jerry. I told him I was very displeased with his texts to my husband. But the humiliation, I didn’t want that. I told him I was going home for the rest of the day and would text him later.
“Let’s go baby,” I said to my husband, and we left.
There was a lot of talking, crying, and soul searching. But if I can get on my knees for a dozen men, I could do this for the man I loved. And I did love him. I hadn’t really looked lately, but he was gorgeous. I was so lucky. I thought back to what a dead fish I must have been. I wanted to make that right.
The next day, Saturday, I set up the meet. Our usual spot. Jerry arrived, and quickly we were soon in our usual position. He laid back on the blanket. I guzzled his balls, stroked his cock as usual. My nose nuzzling against his length.
I saw a movement in the bushes. My husband was watching. I performed for him. Wanted to please them both. I stuck my ass up in the air, knew my hitched up skirt allowed my husband to see my wet crotch.
“Come on over baby,” I said. “It’s OK. Come closer.”
It took a moment. As I toyed with Jerry, my husband came over and knelt beside me. I licked Jerry’s cock. “Closer baby. Hold it for me while I suck him.”
My husband looked at Jerry, then took a hold of Jerry’s cock as I bobbed up and down on the head.
“You like that? The way it feels in your hand, how solid his cock is?” I asked.
“Yes,” he sighed. I got up and straddled Jerry, then laid down on him. Jerry let out a sigh as I kissed him.
“Is he doing it?” I asked Jerry.
“Yeah, he just… Fuck, he does that well.”
I looked back. My husband was working Jerry, lost in his first blowjob. I totally understood the feeling.
“Ready for some pussy?” I asked Jerry as I eased back, my husband lining Jerry’s cock up to me. His cock slid in easily as I rode him slowly, my husband licking my asshole, then Jerry’s shaft as it slid out, covered in my cream. We fucked, all three of us doing their part.
I never in a million years dreamed I could share this with my husband, that this would end up in anything but a divorce. And my heart ached that he had this secret within him the whole time, unable to tell anyone. Catching me cheating was the best thing that could have happened.
But he was right to keep it to himself. I would not have understood his desire to be a sissy for me, to suck my men, and watch them fuck me, clean me up after. But now. I was so in love with him again, sharing this moment. It changed everything.
I rode Jerry to a fantastic orgasm. My pussy pulsing on his huge dick, I knew Jerry would come soon. But this prize wasn’t for me as I let Jerry’s cock slide out and my husband take him again. I kissed him as he came. My husband never let go. His eyes closed as he swallowed his first load.
“Don’t be greedy babe, I want some too,” I said and came down to help.
I licked and my husband kissed me, letting Jerry’s wad slip from his mouth to mine. His tongue wrestled and wrapped with mine. He moaned as we both tasted this other man in our mouths.
“Thanks Jerry, you can go now. I want to fuck my husband for a bit if you don’t mind.”
Jerry left, no more than a sex toy now. I laid back as my husband’s cock slipped into my pussy. We kissed and made love. He came inside me and I let him eat me out, licking me clean as he brought me to a wonderful orgasm. “I think my boss wants to fuck me. Pretty sure he’s feeling left out. Next time baby, you want me to bring you home a treat?”
We’ll always be grateful to Jerry. That first one got me hooked. I love blowjobs. And so does my husband.
