The other day in the supermarket, overheard one woman say to another, “I like to have something in my mouth all the time,” and I smiled inwardly. She had just given up cigarettes, she explained, and gum or hard candy helped quiet her nerves. I was tempted to sidle over to her and suggest something far more enjoyable to put in her mouth-like a big, fat, juicy cock.

It seems I’ve always had this great desire to take a cock in my mouth and suck on it to my heart’s content. In college, I developed something of a reputation, the word spreading quickly around campus that Diane not only gave great head, but you didn’t even have to talk her into it. And she swallowed it! Which was pretty much the case, for just the sight of a nice bulge in my date’s pants was enough to start me salivating.

Today, happily married to a great guy, I’m a one-cock woman. Stan treats me so fine, in bed and out of it, that not for a moment have I thought of an affair. He loves fucking me, of course, but what thrills him the most is when I give him one of my super-slutty blowjobs, bringing him to the edge of ejaculation and backing off again and again until, finally, I let all that delicious cream gush into my mouth. And as there’s nothing I like better than blowing him, you could say ours is a match made in heaven.

The only problem is that Stan is on the road so much. Traveling sales-men travel, I know, and I certainly appreciate the comfortable life his success has given us, but boy, for a woman like me it’s no fun not having a hot, throbbing cock to lick and suck for days, sometimes weeks, at a time.

Compensating, at least somewhat, is the dildo I use when I masturbate in Stan’s absence. A dildo is a poor substitute for a warm, blood-engorged cock, but I like to suck on it while I finger my clit and play with my nipples. I pretend it’s my husband’s cock I have in my mouth. He’s straddling my chest and slowly, teasingly, feeding me his wonderful meat, or running the plump head over my lips, or playfully swatting my chin with it. My head jerks up off the pillow as I lunge in desperation for what I need, what I crave, and I savor the moment that the slippery shaft glides over my tongue, the knobby head bumping the back of my throat.

Although I have a good imagination, especially when I’m seconds from coming, the pleasure I derive from my dildo falls short of that which I derive from the real thing. How I do love to suck on my man’s cock! Even after eight years of marriage, I can still surprise him with my appetite for fellatio. When the urge strikes, there’s just no stopping me.

For example, Stan took me out to dinner for my birthday last week, and while I was enjoying dessert, a scrumptious eclair, I got .this hunger for a treat of a different kind. Stan saw the wicked gleam in my eye and gave me a look that said, “Don’t you dare.” Naturally, I ignored him and, at the appropriate moment, slithered down under the table. All but concealed by the large tablecloth, I unzipped his pants, pulled out his cock and plunked it into my mouth. My husband let out a soft moan, and I knew he was looking all around as I started sucking him. This kind of public sex always makes him nervous, but he has yet to admonish me when it’s all over.

Anyway, I continued sucking on his cock, pausing occasionally to . swab his balls with my tongue, as he sat back in his chair and camouflaged moans of pleasure with coughing sounds. Soon enough I had my second dessert when Stan flooded my mouth with creamy semen. I gulped it all down, stuffed his dwindling member back in his pants, zipped him up and then slithered out from under the table to sit with a happy smile across from him. “Another dessert?” he asked. “I couldn’t eat another thing,” I said with a smile. “That’ll be the day,” my husband said.

It’s fun sucking my husband off when we’re out in the car, too. We like to go for long rides in the country on the weekends, and it’s not always easy to find a rest room when you need one. So Stan, telling me he has to take a leak, will pull off the road and scurry into the bushes. Naturally, I’m right behind him, and as soon as he’s answered nature’s call I’m on my knees and sucking him-answering, if you will, my own call of nature. I also get a kick out of blowing my husband while he’s driving, although we do this only when we’re on a stretch of road with little traffic.

Once I went down on him in a public phone booth late at night. Our car had broken down on a major thoroughfare, and as he phoned for help, I wriggled down to my knees and did what I do best. Cars were whizzing by, their high beams illuminating us for seconds at a time, and that made me feel all the more wanton. I drew it out, making the pleasure last until Stan informed me that he thought he saw a tow truck in the distance. At that I deep-throated him, and seconds later I was swallowing rapidly.

While quickie blowjobs in public are certainly fun and pleasurable, nothing beats fellating my man at home. I’ve blown Stan in every room in the house, as well as in the attic and the basement. But it’s in the bedroom that I have my most satisfying sessions.

I love to stretch out across the bed with my head hanging over one side and have Stan, who’s standing over me and straddling my head, feed me his delicious cock. In this upside-down position, I can easily take him clear down my throat, until my nose is pressing into his furry balls. With one hand I’ll caress my pussy or play with my nipples, while the other hand strokes his fine ass.

Sometimes Stan will straddle my chest and then tease me by running his cock all over my face but keeping it away from my hungry mouth. I’ll try swiping at it with my tongue, but he’ll pull it away. He’ll keep this up until I’m begging for his cock in my mouth. Then, telling me to open wide, he’ll give me what I crave and let me suck to my heart’s content.

We also do what I call a “walking sixty-nine,” in which Stan, who is a big, strong guy, carries me around the bedroom upside down with my legs scissoring his head while he munches on my pussy. Down below, I’ve got a mouthful of cock to keep me happy.

Actually, though, it really doesn’t matter what position I’m in when I’m fellating my husband, or where I’m doing it. The important thing is having his cock in my mouth, sucking on it and all the time savoring the thought that eventually I will be rewarded with the greatest gift a woman like me can receive — a great big mouthful of warm, creamy come. I only wish my husband worked at home.