WITH JULIA CROWN HUNGRY FOR WIFE TO GIVE ME GOB JOB
DO YOU HAVE A SEX PROBLEM?
uk OR MAIL TO: Agony, Sunday Sport, City View House, 5 Union Street, Ardwick, Manchester,
M12 4JD MY MISSUS and I have been together for 12 years and have had a good marriage… up until now.
Her love is food and my love is rumpy pumpy – and I’ve put up with her piling on the pounds because she’s always given me a decent amount of sex.
We’ve always done it in the missionary position and we have never bothered with any kind of foreplay or deviations.
That’s been fine with me because I’ve been able to get my end away three times a week.
But last week, when I was babysitting my brother’s kids, I found his secret porn stash and borrowed a couple of videos.
I didn’t expect to be turned on and the doggy-style sex and woman on top did nothing to excite me.
But then I watched this gorgeous blonde suck off some bloke and I was transfixed.
I’ve never seen someone give a blow-job before and it never occurred to me that it would look so good.
She started off licking his purple helmet when his cock was floppy, slowly working her tongue down the shaft until his dick started to get hard.
I could tell even without looking at the bloke’s face that he was having the time of his life.
His cock went from three measly inches to a whopping seven inches of pork sword. It was enough to break a chair over!
Then the gorgeous blonde took almost all of his length inside her mouth while working the bottom of his cock with her hand.
She was thrusting her whole head up and down his shaft, bobbing in a way that hypnotised me.
I didn’t even realise I’d got my raging member out of my pants and was w*nking myself off until I came with a shudder and spurted my hot joy juice all over the front of my brand new Armani jeans.
I sat there, spent cock in hand, until she finished him off – pulling away as he came so that his stringy spunk went all over her face.
Suddenly, after 12 years, missionary wasn’t enough.
I knew I needed my wife to go down on me and give me a good gobbling or I wouldn’t be able to control myself.
I rushed into the kitchen to find my missus munching a huge piece of cake.
Watching her mouth engulf the moist sponge made me weak at the knees.
But I didn’t know how to say I wanted my cock to be that piece of cake. What should I do?
ASK her! She can only say yes or no. If she says no, you can always get it from a hooker. INSPIRED somewhat by the Olympics, I have recently joined my local rowing club.
And I can tell you one thing for sure – it is absolutely packed full of women!
I’ve only been going for two months but I have already had a threesome with two buxom beauties, plus blow-jobs off four other female members.
Rowing girls, it seems, like pulling on a plonker just as much as pulling on an oar.
They also have toned tums and bums, plus very muscular thighs. I can’t believe I didn’t join years ago and I’m determined to make up for lost time by rattling though the lot of ’em.
Is it all too good to be true?
EVERY week I look forward to Wednesday because that’s the day the binmen come to collect the rubbish.
One of them in particular is a mighty hunk with rippling muscles, glorious blond locks and the cutest smile you can imagine.
I love to watch him in his tiny vest, humping bags of rubbish in my back garden.
I’ve waved at him a couple of times but so far I haven’t plucked up the courage to chat to him.
I’ve let him glimpse my boobies and trimmed treasure in a bathrobe at the back door and I’m going to go for it this week.
Do you think I am being a little too forward?
TRY to organise a whip round.
MAYBE. But, after all, they are lesbians. IT sounds oar-some to me! NOT at all – you need to get hold of the hunk’s trunk.