My fanny-tastic hubby’s got oral pleasure licked
Dear Annie, I’VE got a serious problem — I’m obsessed with my husband going down on me.
We’ve been together for 15 years but it’s only in the last three months that he started licking me out.
I’m in my mid 40s with red hair, 38DD boobs that get me loads of attention and a nice, pert arse.
Sex was always something I could take or leave, if I’m completely honest. I thought it was more of a duty than a pleasure.
Twice-a-week for all my married life I would lie back and think of England while my old man climbed on and did his business.
Don’t get me wrong though, I was perfectly happy with this arrangement — he kept me in a very nice lifestyle with a lovely detached house, an Audi car, and I’ve never had to worry about money.
But three months ago, a friend of mine came over for lunch. She’d just got divorced and was living a single life — having a great time like one of the characters from Sex And The City.
Anyway, she started going on about her new young fella giving her loads of orgasms when he gave her oral sex.
The idea of it got me quite excited and I was getting really wet down below. And the minute she left, I switched on my laptop and started doing some research.
It’s amazing what you can find on the electrical internet and I got so horny watching film clips of other women having shuddering climaxes while blokes licked away at their fannies.
As I continued to watch, my hand crept under my skirt and I started touching myself — and within minutes I was having a huge orgasm of my own!
I virtually leapt on my hubby when he got in from work later that night and told him he was going to be licking me out there and then.
He was shocked at first, but when I showed him a couple of the net sex videos I’d been watching earlier, he got quite turned-on and said he’d give it a go.
So I sat on the edge of the sofa, with my skirt hiked up and my knickers round one of my ankles as he knelt in front of me and started kissing and licking my ankles before slowly moving up my legs.
He spent ages licking and nibbling the back of my knees until I was desperate for him to move up to my wet crotch.
But he’d learned his lessons from the film clips well and took his time, slowly moving up my inner thighs until, after what felt like an age, he reached my pussy.
Then he started gently licking all over my sopping wet c*nt for ages, building up a steady rhythm before touching my clit with the rough side of his tongue — applying a bit of pressure until I finally exploded in a mind-blowing orgasm!
Now I get licked out by my fella every day, but the problem is he’s grown a moustache and it tickles too much when he’s down there.
What should I do? Annie says: TELL him you’ll give him a blow-job every time he goes down on you but only if he shaves the tache off.
GD, Edinburgh jiggled walked.
At about 2am, a hunky guy dressed as Batman started chatting me up.
After a while, we moved to the pool room — which was empty — and had the lights switched off.
I was soon down on my knees with his cock in my mouth and my boobs out.
But I heard a noise behind me and stopped slobbering on his tool — it was his mate, dressed up as Robin.
He said: “Room for a little one?”
I was so turned on, I just nodded and he came over and started feeling my tits.
Then he peeled down my catsuit and discovered I wasn’t wearing any knickers.
By this time, I was so wet he just slipped inside me while I carried on sucking off Batman.
But just as Batman exploded all over my face and Robin unleashed his load all over my bum, the lights went on — and the rest of the bar had come to have a pool tournament!
I was so embarrassed and now I feel I just can't go back to the pub What should I do?
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