During the last six years I've gone from soccer mom to sex machine.  I've pretty much been the "sex machine" ever since I put that first dick in my mouth way back when I was fifteen years old.  To make a long story short, I acted on my older sister's advice, to make sure this boy from school called me for a second date.  My sister said that no matter how bad his cum tasted, don't spit it out, swallow it.  I did what she said and discovered that it really didn't taste that bad.  In fact, I kind of liked it. 

I didn't date a whole lot before I met my hubby but whenever a guy kissed me goodnight at the door I would rub his pants.  As soon as he was hard, I'd take him to the side of my parent’s house, unzip him and get down on my knees.  The best part of the entire date was always, always, always the instant his dick went into my mouth.  The first time I sucked on my husband was actually on our second date.  Once we were alone in his room I suggested a shower.  His was by far the biggest dick I ever saw and when I put it into my mouth.  I knew in an instant this was the guy I wanted to marry.  I know that's the wrong reason to want to marry someone but hey I was only 20 years old and besides the marriage has lasted almost 28 years.

Going from AA cup to DD cup really hasn't changed my sexual appetite but certainly did wonders for creating opportunity.  Basically I can get just about any guy I want, anytime I want.  I just unbutton the first few buttons on my shirt and ask him to meet in in the back of the store I work and help me get some more bags for the registers.  Once back there I unbutton the rest of my buttons, put his hands on my breasts and go for his zipper. 

Some of these men cum so fast, I wait longer for them in the back of the store than I get to enjoy them. 

Hubby and I went to a fine dining restaurant a few months ago and while we were waiting for our food, he started drilling me about how many dicks do I suck , how often, etc.  I told him he was going to spoil the evening so he stopped.  He said he was just curious and I believed him but I didn't think that the restaurant was quite the right place to talk about it.  I also told him that I doubted I was quite the nymphomaniac he assumed I was. 

After dinner we were walking to our car and I got a text message "Madam, I was wondering if I could help you get bags in the morning."  I had to show it to hubby and told him that it's not the quantity but the quality that matters.  I told him that I still remember when that kid was on our oldest daughter's soccer team.  His mother regularly shops in the store and sometimes I take her groceries out to her car and we chat.  While chatting I always have this crazy urge to tell her "your teenage son's dick is HUGE, I can't get enough of it." 

Hubby grabbed the phone from me and started sending a response.  He was giggling so I couldn't imagine what it was.  After sending the message I got my phone back and read the message, "I'll be sure to bring my knee pads."  No harm but kind out of character for me so I worried Chris might think something was up.  His response to hubby's text message was classic - a happy face.

My new fantasy is to suck a customer off in the parking lot.  Lot's of men hold the door open while I move groceries on to the car seat.  I know they are looking down my shirt.  As I move from grocery cart to car (bent over), my face often passes fairly close to their crotch.  Before I leave the grocery business, I'd like to reach for one of those young military guy's zipper.  To suck a well hung stud in broad daylight in the parking lot, shielded only by the cars and the open door, you have to agree, would be quite an experience.