For as long as I can remember, I have liked to suck on things. Lollipops used to be my favorite, and I would spend hours choosing the biggest and sweetest lolly I could find and then deliriously sucking on it. My passion for pops of all kinds stayed with me through graduate school, and it was there that I came up with a bit of creative teasing that never failed to drive my then-boyfriend wild.

I would go to a local ice-cream shop and order a chocolate-covered ice Popsicle. My favorite flavor was cherry. They were very long and very hard, and if I closed my eyes and thought delicious thoughts, it was like sucking on my honey’s rock-hard dick. I’d sit across from him and slowly lick the outside of the pop from top to bottom and back with my tongue.

When I reached the top again, I would swirl the pop around in my mouth and eat all the chocolate bits off until he could see the cherry-flavored ice beneath. Then I would masterfully sculpt a penis out of the pop, all the while letting the sweet, cold juice dribble down my chin. It was sticky business, but before the treat was finished, my boyfriend would be shoving my face into his crotch, his cock hot and ready for my tongue.

Well, today I’m married (not to that lucky, long-lost boyfriend), and all that hard work and diligent practice has paid off. One of our best nights together happened a few months ago.

It was the middle of the winter, and cold, blustery winds howled outside. I was able to leave work early that day because of some overtime I had put in the week before. As I raced home to the warmth of my apartment, I thought it would be nice to cook my mate a hot, appetizing meal. I stopped at a local market and got the fixings for a hearty veal stew and bought two bottles of Beaujolais Nouveau to accompany the food. A few loaves of crusty French bread completed my shopping adventure.

After I made the stew and it was simmering in the pot, I decided to take a long hot bath and make myself pretty and perfumed for my man. As I drew the bath, I put some musk perfume in the water, and the sumptuous, heady aroma made me think erotic thoughts about the night to come. I slipped into the bubbly water, closed my eyes and fantasized about sucking my husband’s cock.

Clark has a long and thick cock. As I dreamed about placing his warm helmet between my pouty lips, my fingers slid downward, grazing my pubic hairs and feeling my inner folds. I massaged my clit and let myself go with my fantasy, thinking about my man’s hot juice bursting all over my face and neck after I had licked him in a frenzy of passion. As the image of him climaxing appeared in my mind, I felt a wave of exquisite pleasure wash over my whole body. This wonderful orgasm made me feel deliciously naughty, and I went on to finish my bath envisioning more pleasures with my husband.

Dressing sexily, I started with a black garter belt with a matching bra and panties. To that I added black seamed stockings and a red silk dress that clung in all the right places. My high-heeled red pumps matched my dress perfectly. I couldn’t wait for Clark to come home. I was so excited!

Finally I heard his footsteps, and I swung open the door and smiled. He did a double take and looked quite stunned. “Hello,” I purred. “I hope you’re hungry.” He floated past me and said, “You look wonderful tonight. Are we going out?”

“No,” I replied. “I just wanted to surprise you.” I told him to sit down and handed him a glass of wine. I asked him whether he wanted dinner right away, but he said he wanted to relax a bit before he ate. I started to rub his shoulders, feeling for his knotted muscles. As he sighed, I moved my hands lower onto his torso and massaged his broad chest.

Super-horny, I continued the massage, my hands moving down to his thighs. By now Clark knew what was coming, so he helped me remove his clothing and lay down on the couch. I straddled him and kissed him all over. My wet mouth blazed a trail toward his cock, and by the time I got there, he was ready for me, all warm and throbbing. I delicately kissed the underside of his dick, and when I blew my sweet breath on his balls, I heard my man moan with contentment. A fierce passion overtook me, and I plunked his swollen prick in my mouth. Up and down my head bobbed, and as I played with his balls, he caressed my breasts through my silky dress. Soon I was taking that dress off.

A flick of my wrist was all it took to unwrap the garment, and as it fell to the floor, I went back to concentrating on Clark’s dick. While I licked, sucked and nibbled at him, he massaged my tits and hardened nipples. My pussy was aching with desire, bobbing up and down for relief, and I made my own moaning sounds while sucking on his beautiful tool.

My man knew it was time to reciprocate, and he swung me around over him so that my pussy was on a line with his mouth. He moved aside the piece of silk covering my cunt, so that it lay bare and glistening.

The first few moments of the descent toward Clark’s mouth were the best. I felt his warm breath just inches from my outer folds. When his tongue reached my woman-flesh I cried out. While he licked and sucked my engorged clit, I used both my hands and my tongue to pleasure him. Time stood still and my husband and I were as one, both of us striving for more and more pleasure, working toward our thunderous moment.

Clark licked me hungrily, and I could feel my juices running out of my pussy. My tongue lapped its way up and down his cock, and as I bucked toward his mouth, he thrust his cock deeper into mine. Our bodies were covered with the sweat of lovers.

Suddenly my body went rigid, my muscles twitched like crazy and I reached my climax seconds later. As my body came down, I returned to my husband’s cock. He was thrusting up wildly, and I knew he was almost there too. Finally he cried out and I felt his balls pulsate with life as his come traveled toward the top of his cock. I continued to lap away and my reward burst forth. Thick, hot ropes of come slid down my eager throat, and I gulped and gulped.