Book clubs can be completely fucking boring. Like boring, boring. Still, I do go to one because my friend Julia begged me to tag along with her. She was in the club with her boss, a ridiculously mundane but pleasant enough woman.

I’d agreed, and there I sat, talking about a thriller I’d found to be fair but not mind-blowing — except for one part.

“And the twist, where it’s the neighbor… well, I was blown away,” said Sandra, the boring boss.

I finished off my wine and said, “Speaking of blown away, I found a different part particularly entertaining.”

Cecile, the host, got a look in her eye, and I guessed she was thinking about the same thing I was. We exchanged knowing smiles.

“What part was that?” Julia asked with faux innocence. But she couldn’t stop herself from snickering after she posed her question because we’d already had that discussion.

“Overall, the book was OK. It was mildly intriguing. But let’s face it, ladies. The sex scenes stole the show. Most specifically, the part where the hero goes down on his girl.”

Two women covered their mouths as if I’d said the most shocking thing. I laughed and shrugged my shoulders as I unapologetically told them, “It was hot.”

“I found it quite… engaging, too,” Cecile admitted. “The author really seemed to shine there.”

“Maybe she was horny when she wrote it,” I suggested with a smirk.

The conversation took off at a gallop after that. I may have shocked most of the book club, but I’d also gotten myself pretty worked up as I recalled the juicy passage. I took out my phone and texted my husband, Thomas: “When I get home, you’re going to eat my pussy like it’s your job.”

It only took about a second for my phone to vibrate in my hand.

“Is that a fact?” his text read.

“It is. You’re going to eat my pussy until I come. And then you’re going to do it all over again,” I typed, keeping one ear on the conversation around me.

Julia leaned in and asked, “Who are you texting?”

“My husband.”

“Is it dirty?” she asked in a whisper.

“Have we met?” I quipped back.

She laughed, then refilled her wineglass and mine. We still had a bit to go before the club gathering was scheduled to end, but my brain and my pussy were humming with anticipation. That sensation continued to simmer within me until I got home to Thomas — and then all of my lust boiled over.

He was sitting in an easy chair in the living room when I entered.

“Fun night?”

“The funnest,” I said, laughing a little to myself.

I kicked off my shoes and then unbuttoned my jeans. I was naked before I got to where he was sitting. I straddled his lap and kissed him.

“Hey, sexy,” he said softly. He ran his hands up and over my ass and hips, finally landing on my breasts. “So, you’re horny, I take it?”

“I am. What gave me away?” I asked playfully.

I rubbed my body against him and felt his erection hard beneath me. He seemed pretty horny, too.

“Oh… I don’t know.” He pinched my nipple, and I hissed.

“I really think you should take that pretty mouth and put it on my pretty pussy,” I told him, tracing his lips with my finger.

“Ya think?”

“I do.”

I got up, and he stood. Then he gestured toward the chair as he said, “Have a seat, sexy lady.”

I settled into the chair, which was warm from his body heat. I wriggled gleefully against the cushion.

Thomas put his hands on my thighs to push them apart, keeping his palms there as he knelt before me. Without delay, he leaned in and licked my clit. But the faint swipe of his tongue only served to drive me crazier.

I put my hand on the back of his head and directed him where I wanted him. He laughed at my obvious impatience, which caused his hot breath to tickle my wet snatch.

He gave me another lick. And then another. And then he backed up a bit and stared at me.

“You’re going to drive me nuts,” I hissed at him.

“I know, baby. That’s the point.”

I grabbed him and once again pushed his face between my thighs. He pretended to resist me, but there was no fight in him.

“You’re very bossy,” he said, before finally giving in and eating me the way I craved. His tongue toured my pussy. He nipped at me softly, and I jumped. “You like that,” he murmured, doing it again.

“Yes! No! Maybe,” I rambled.

He gave me another little bite, and I sighed. My pussy felt full and plump and ready to come. Then he drove his fingers into me, and I gasped with ecstasy. He pushed his digits in deep, licking my clit with exaggerated strokes of his tongue.

“I’m going to come,” I said.

His fingers danced inside me. He curled them against the walls of my pussy and pushed them even deeper, and my wetness increased.

My climax hit me, sudden and intense. I tangled my fingers in his hair and tugged. I thrust my hips forward as I came, feeling my juices rush out of my quivering hole and soak his hand. Then I sagged back in the chair and tried to catch my breath.

I was just about to tell him that I’d suck his cock in a minute. I wanted him to get off, too. But before I said anything, he’d tugged my hips to the edge of the seat and spread my legs.

He inched forward and slid his cock along my slit, which was slippery with my honey and his saliva. His dick popped into me about an inch, which was a tease. I wanted and needed more. I wanted him to give me every bit of his cock. I was suddenly aching for a fast fuck. I was primed and ready.

Thomas finally slid into me, giving me all of his impressive erection. I hissed between my teeth, and he roughly grabbed my hips and yanked me toward him, even as he thrust himself forward.

It was the kind of fuck that made my brain go fuzzy and my nipples turn to stone. Thomas reached up and pinched one of those stiff nubs between his fingers. The sensation rocketed through me from tit to cunt, making me shiver. My stomach fluttered, and my head was dizzy.

I bumped my hips up, squeezed my pussy around him tight and reached up to pinch my other nipple. He moaned when he saw what I was doing, and the sound made me smile.

“I’m going to come,” he warned as his tempo increased. I nodded dumbly, focusing on all of the good feelings he was causing inside me. But he kept talking as his eyes glittered wickedly. “I’m going to come in you. But then I’m going to clean you up with my tongue. I’m going to take my time, lick you clean and get you off again.”

My hips shot upward, and my pussy squeezed his shaft as he climaxed. His body shuddered against mine as he exhaled, his breath hot against my skin. I felt the hot wet rush of his cream filling me to the brim.

He took a moment, catching his breath and letting his body calm down, and then he withdrew. Again, his fingers filled me. But this time, they were aided by the extra lubrication of his load. His digits slid in and out, making wet, dirty noises as he plundered my pussy.

Thomas tugged my hips forward a little more, and I let my legs sag open as I gave myself to him. I was practically molten and surrendered to the moment.

He licked me softly. My clit, tender and excited, buzzed from the gentle sensation. Then he brought on the suction, and I nearly jumped out of my skin. The drawing sensation was beyond good. I held his head and pushed my body up to meet his seeking mouth.

He spread my thighs even wider and licked lower. His tongue dragged around my pussy, sliding through the wetness there. The scent of semen and pussy filled my senses as he lapped at me. The thought of him gathering his own leavings to get me off was such a turn-on for me.

“Clean up your mess, you dirty boy,” I sighed. I rocked my hips, moving like an unrelenting wave.

He licked me harder, then dragged his rigid tongue up to my clit. He painted circles and patterns on that throbbing knot of flesh, then he drew on it again. He formed a tight seal between his lips and my clit, sucking hard.

I gripped the chair’s armrests, all of my muscles clenching as my body teetered on the verge of letting go.

“Not yet, not yet,” he muttered. “I’m not done cleaning you up.”

He backed off my clit and held down my hips. He dropped soft kisses, little nibbles and tiny licks all along my thighs, my pussy lips, my mound.

“I want to come so bad,” I blurted out. “I feel like I might cry.”

Thomas chuckled against my wet slit, sounding amused by my tortured and desperate utterances.

He dragged his tongue along the inside of my thigh, detoured over my mound, nudged my clit and moved down the other thigh.

I literally sobbed as I thrashed beneath him, betraying my frustration.

He drove his fingers in suddenly, quick and deep, and I arched my back. His mouth latched on to my clit. He gave me a long, hard suck, then a lick, and alternated between the two until I was teetering on the edge of coming.

He backed off then, delivering a gentle swipe of his tongue. A small spasm hit me. It wasn’t an orgasm, but more like an ecstatic tremor resonating in my pussy.

He worked my clit roughly again, before switching back to slow, easy, teasing.

My pussy was so juicy and slick from my moisture, his sloppy tongue and whatever might’ve been left of his come. But he was doing such a thorough job tonguing me, I doubted any of his cream remained.

Thomas lulled me with some gentle, rhythmic flicks. Pinning me down with his hands, he tongue-fucked me, and being at his mercy was arousing. Then his tongue took a slippery tour along my pussy lips and across my clit. His flicks were heavenly, but when he began another wave of sucking, I sensed my impending release.

I was panting, and my body was a mass of moving chaos.

He doubled the intensity of his actions, and pleasure hit me hard. I was pressed up against his talented mouth, unable to do anything but cry out.

I sagged in the chair as he sat back on his haunches and asked, “Was this a dirty story you read for the club?”

I shook my head and told him, “No. A thriller.”

He laughed and said, “I can’t wait to see what happens if you read an actual dirty book!”

“I’ll suggest one at the next meeting,” I promised, and I meant it.