My wife Vanessa is obsessed with sucking my dick in public.

There’s no other way to describe it. Over the years, she’s done it under the table at restaurants, in front of taxi drivers, in bathroom stalls, while I’m driving, in hotel pools, and even in elevators. I used to be surprised whenever it happened, but now I know when she gets that look in her eye that she’s about to be up to no good — or very good, as the case may be.

For her, I think the appeal is the thrill of being caught mixed with the excitement of exhibitionism. She definitely also loves the humiliation of it. She once told me she likes being made to feel a little dirty and degraded. I’m happy to oblige.

Vanessa didn’t try any of this on our early dates. She wasn’t exactly a prude, but she seemed more reserved, waiting four dates before sleeping with me. The sex between us was great, but there was nothing particularly wild or kinky about it, so I was stunned when she revealed her secret obsession.

The first time we went to a movie together, I was surprised when, soon after the opening credits, I felt Vanessa’s hand slide confidently over to my crotch. She continued to stare forward, but a tiny smirk played at the corner of her mouth as she rubbed her hand in circles. I was instantly hard.

We had been dating for about a month at that point, and I was already falling for her. The idea that this smart, sexy woman also had a wild streak seemed too good to be true.

When she unbuckled my belt and undid my pants, I thought she was about to give me a handjob. Her fingers were shockingly cold at first, as she wrapped them around my cock, but they quickly warmed as she rubbed me up and down.

She surprised me again when she slid out of her seat and onto her knees in front of me. There was one other guy at the far end of our row, but he didn’t seem to notice anything. Still, anyone could have caught us at any moment.

Vanessa wrapped my jacket around her shoulders and pulled it over her head before taking my dick out. At a glance, it looked like I had a jacket draped over my lap. I shivered in anticipation, but oddly felt a little bad she was on her knees on what had to be a dirty, sticky floor.

I leaned down and whispered, “You’re going to get filthy down there. Let’s go out to my truck.”

I felt her tongue slowly lick up and down my cock and it was all I could do not to groan out loud. Then she whispered back, “I belong on my knees on this dirty ground. I’m your filthy little whore.” Then she swirled her tongue around the head before taking the whole thing deep into her throat.

Gone was the polite, classy attorney I’d been dating. Vanessa was now on her knees in a dark theater, sucking my dick like a pro, and judging from her audible moans, she was enjoying it as much as me.

At first, I was too worried about getting caught to fully enjoy it, but soon I didn’t give a fuck who was looking. She had one hand wrapped around the base of my cock and was stroking with her fist as well as her mouth. When her free hand cupped my balls, I was in heaven.

It usually takes me a long time to come from getting head, but after a few minutes I knew I couldn’t last much longer. A couple more strokes and I came in her mouth. I tried not to make any noise, but I was panting quietly in total awe of what was happening. I remember fantasizing about things like this as a teenager, but I never expected it to come true as a grown man.

I flipped her skirt onto her back, revealing her smooth ass and pink thong.

Vanessa gulped and I thought she was finished, but she continued licking the length of me with her tongue as though she wanted to make sure she got every last drop. This was not a woman who was giving an obligatory blowjob, but a vixen who genuinely loved sucking dick.

She slid back into her seat, looking me in the eye and smirking slightly. She fixed her lipstick and sighed contentedly. It took me another year to propose, but that was the moment I knew I had to marry her.

She watched the movie for a few minutes before leaning over and whispering, “I’ve never been so turned-on in my life. I’ve soaked right through my panties. I need you to fuck me when we get back to my place later.”

I inched my hand up her skirt to find she wasn’t exaggerating. She was dripping wet and ready to be fucked.

I slid my fingers under the elastic of her panties and started to get hard again at the slick feel of her. I considered returning the favor and getting her off right there in the theater, but I wanted my dick to be deep inside her when she came.

“I can’t wait that long,” I whispered back, circling her clit with a wet fingertip.

Without another word, I took her hand, stood up, and led her out to my truck.

It was a good thing the back had a cover on it. We climbed into the bed, which gave us room and a little privacy — not that we really cared at this point.

She tried to lie on her back, but I guided her up onto all fours with my hands on her hips. I flipped her skirt onto her back, revealing her smooth ass and pink thong. Her panties were visibly soaked. I pulled them down to her knees, not bothering to take them off fully in the confined space. She arched her back in anticipation, rubbing her clit furiously.

I unbuckled my pants and pulled my dick out, amazed at how hard I was again so soon. I plunged into her in one hard stroke as we groaned together. She was unbelievably hot, tight, and soaking wet. Knowing that she was this aroused from sucking my dick had me close to coming again, but I knew I needed to hold out.

Thankfully, I didn’t need to wait long. As I felt the first tightening contractions of her pussy, I surrendered control and came with her, savoring the feel of her squeezing around me.

We both laughed as reality sunk in and we realized we’d just left a movie to fuck in the parking lot. I felt like a kid again, reckless and wild. Vanessa still makes me feel like that now, years later. That was the first of countless times she’s sucked me off in public. And I never know where she’s going to try it next.

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