Two maintenance guys were recently in the office breakroom to replace a lighting fixture. As they worked, one talked way too loud about the blowjob he’d received the night before. Apparently, it was the first he’d gotten from his current girlfriend. It also, apparently, was amazing.

I made a cup of coffee, trying not to listen to the bawdy exchange. Trying to focus on the 50 things I had to get done. But I heard every word.

“She did this thing where she pushed her mouth allllllll the way down, my friend. Like her lips were pressed against my pubes. I couldn’t believe it,” the guy said.

My Carrie could do that, my brain reminded me. My wife could give a mean blowjob.

I pulled out my phone and texted her: “Thinking of you.”

I was just sitting down at my desk when she texted me back.

“Oh yeah? What are you thinking?” she asked with a winking emoji.

Looking around, I realized I was on absolutely no one’s radar, so I fired off: “That thing you do with your mouth.”

Finally, her reply popped up: “Not entirely sure what you mean. Maybe I’ll try to re-create it later, and you can tell me if I get it right or need practice.”

My cock was instantly as hard as steel. I started texting about six different things and then deleted each of them before settling on: “I’d like that.”

“Come home early. Can you?”

I could. I’d make something up.

My boss was very willing to let me go home to tend to my sudden headache. I was very grateful for her easygoing ways as I drove home faster than I should have. My body was one giant ache due to my cravings. In my mind’s eye, I could see Carrie pushing her pillowy lips down the length of my cock. I could imagine, very easily, the way she’d stroke my balls as she sucked me off. The way it made her horny to give me a blowjob. The way I’d rally rather quickly, and she’d ride me until she came.

I was practically sweating when I pulled up to the house.

“Has it really been that long?” she asked with a laugh as I rushed her just inside the door.

“Not at all,” I mumbled against her smooth, warm her neck. I nibbled here; I nibbled there. Then my fingertips swept over her nipples, and I felt them harden beneath her dress. Twin pebbles of pink flesh. Neck nibbling always got her hot.

“So, why so horny?” she asked, as her cool hand slid into my pants and her fingers wrapped around my cock. She gave me a playful squeeze and laughed when I gasped.

“I was just thinking about you — and your mouth — today at work. A lot.”

Carrie licked my lips, then kissed me hard before taking my hand and leading me toward the bedroom. She said, “You should strip off your clothes, baby. So, I can see how much you want this.”

I whisked off my polo as we were entering the room. After toeing off my shoes and socks, I removed my pants and boxer shorts. I stood there completely naked with my cock sticking out like a divining rod.

“I can see you are very invested in this encounter,” she said with a smirk.

I grabbed my cock and stroked it as I told her, “So, so much.”

“How about you sit there on the edge of the bed, while I undress?”

I dropped to the mattress like a stone and watched her unbutton her shirt dress, peel it back and drop it to the floor. She kicked off her flats and struck a pretty pose in her lingerie, which she decided to leave on — at least for the moment.

Her bra was pale lavender, her panties black. She looked hot as fuck as she got on the floor and crawled toward me. My cock bobbed almost comically. The sight of her moving toward me with her blonde hair swinging around her lovely face had me practically panting.

She situated herself between my legs, put her hands on my thighs and pushed herself up. She kept her hands there as she bent to capture my cock with just her mouth. I moaned as she pushed her lips down my shaft. The wet streak of her spit and the velvet drag of her tongue shut down all but the most primitive part of my mind. I wanted her to suck my cock. I wanted to explode. I wanted her to get me hard again and then ride my cock like a madwoman.

Those thoughts flashed through my mind as I watched her withdraw slowly, pulling her lips back until only the tip of my cock remained in her mouth. I groaned and put my hand on the back of her head.

She quickly shook me off and sat back on her haunches as she said, “Uh-uh, baby. Hands to yourself.”

“Sorry. I’ll behave.”

“Good boy.”

Then she plunged her willing mouth down the length of my dick once again. Her full lips brushed my pubes, and I sighed. I was in her throat. I was filling her mouth. It was a supreme turn-on.

Her delicate hand cradled my balls, and she gave me a gentle but firm squeeze as she continued to suck my shaft. But for the moment, she kept her hands to herself, as well, and used only her mouth to travel from the tip to the base.

A shiver worked through me. The sensations of her mouth, lips and tongue were so good. After thinking about her oral skills all the way home, the pleasure was as refreshing as a drink of cool water on a hot day.

She pulled my dick from her mouth with a pop. Then her fist rode up and down my hard-on as she licked a hot line down the underside of my cock to my balls. She traced my nuts with the rigid tip of her tongue and gently sucked one into the warmth of her mouth.

I shut my eyes tight, desperately trying to hold on, trying not to be overwhelmed by how good it all felt — and failing completely.

Carrie managed, after gentle coaxing with her tongue, to take both of my balls into her mouth, where she drew on them to the point that my toes curled. Her tricky fingers slid along my taint, and she gave my ass a light tickle. My cock jerked, and she laughed around her mouthful of man-meat.

Carrie pulled free, stood and pushed my shoulder until I tipped back onto the bed.

“Scootch,” she said, waving a finger.

I backed up until I was in the center of the mattress and then laid down exactly where she’d indicated I should be.

My hard member gave another hearty twitch. My insides ached to come, my muscles heavy with arousal.

Carrie sensually slid off her panties before climbing onto the bed, straddling my waist and lowering her face to mine for a long, lingering kiss.

When my hips bucked upward involuntarily, she pulled away, turned her back to me and planted her hot, wet pussy on my face.

I shoved my arm beneath my head to prop myself up and started to eagerly eat her snatch. At the same time, her mouth was back on me, her hand holding my cock steady as she sucked and licked me feverishly. The whole thing was a runaway ride of horniness and want. Suddenly, she slowed her rhythm, and I groaned in dismay.

She pulled back to chastise me: “Patience.”

I groaned again and confessed, “But I have none.”

I licked Carrie’s clit teasingly, and it was her turn to groan. I pushed a finger inside her tight pussy and felt her whole body shiver with sensual delight.

Yanking my fingers free and placing my mouth against her vulva, I let her feel the rumbly vibration of my voice as I said, “Not so easy, is it?”

With a wild laugh, she plunged her mouth back down onto my cock. She moved fast, and my body jerked beneath her. Her fist wrapped around my rod again, stroking me. She slurped at the tip of my cock, pressing her tongue against its slit. Her rhythm was steady, and every stroke of her hand brought me closer to coming.

My fingers plunged back inside her, and then I removed them, so my tongue could resume tormenting her clit.

She sank down lower, grinding her fragrant pussy against my face. My cock ached as she sucked it. I wanted to let go. I wanted to come. Her fingertips trailed along my balls, and she picked up her pace. She sucked on me hard, and I groaned. “I’m gonna blow!”

That admission seemed to supercharge her. Up and down, up and down. Her fist and her mouth were driving me crazy.

My body arched, and my breath rolled out of me as I came. Spasms wracked me as jolts of cream shot from my dick. But her tongue never stopped lapping and licking.

After a moment, she fell to the side and I caught my breath. Then I rolled over on top of her and sucked her nipples slowly until she squirmed with renewed delight. Then I kissed a hot trail from her tits to her pussy.

Spreading her legs wide, I pushed my fingers back into her cunt and licked her slit eagerly. She wove her fingers in my hair, holding my head close and rocking her pussy toward my face. I sucked her clit, and she hissed. I pumped my digits in and out of her, feeling her cunt get wetter and wetter with each motion.

I pulled back to tease her, nibbling her thighs and making her swear.

“Stop fucking around, and eat my pussy,” she ordered.

A growl came out of me, and I went back to her cunt in earnest. Every sweep of my tongue made her tremble. Every plunge of my fingers made her thrash.

When she started to thrust up against me, I doubled down — finding the cadence she needed and maintaining it.

“There, right there! Fuck!”

So, I stayed right there, and she soon came. Her body went rigid, her pussy letting loose her juices as her orgasm hit. I dropped to the bed next to her and snuggled against her.

With her magical mouth and succulent pussy, my Carrie never fails to satisfy me.