I’m a married man of over 20 years, and it’s been a great marriage. We love each other and are a happily married couple, except for the recent the lack of sex.

My wife, Jesse, is at that menopausal stage of life, so she's not into sex like she used to be. She says she doesn’t really think about sex, doesn’t get horny and that she doesn’t need to have sex anymore.

When she does give in and we make love, it’s not like what it used to be. There's no fire, no passion and nothing dirty or fun happening. It's very vanilla. She seems to take part only for me and she rarely cums. (or she fakes it and I can't tell)

She's apologized for this many times and wishes she was still horny and interested, and that she loves me and doesn't want to leave me sexually frustrated.

To add to the whole situation, I am at the age that my doctor has prescribed me testosterone supplements. He said my levels are low and this will help keep me active and healthy.

I’m still very much into working out and playing sports. I run, lift weights, play in soccer leagues, etc. I’m still in good shape at six feet tall and 180 pounds, and the supplements have kept me feeling strong and competitive. 

The issue is, they also make me horny as hell! 

Couple that with the lack of sex with my wife, and you can see the obvious problem.

Jesse understands my dilemma and tries to help out with blowjobs anytime I want. She never had a problem giving me oral sex in the past, but it was usually just for a short while, then we would have sex.

Since she doesn’t want to have sex near as often anymore, she has been giving LOTS of blowjobs. Surprisingly, she’s kind of getting into it as well.

She didn’t use to swallow hardly at all, but now she does quite often. She even does the porn money shot sometimes, letting me shoot cum all over her mouth and tongue. She asks where I want to cum and does pretty much whatever I ask. It's great!

My favorite is when she makes me cum all over her mouth and face, but on her tits is great too. She will aim my cock right at her nipples and after I cum, she rubs my cockhead into her nipples and smears the cum around, while I'm just shaking and convulsing trying to watch the amazing sex show. It's crazy hot! She knows oral sex is pretty much my only outlet, and she’s trying to keep me satisfied.

I’ve asked for blowjobs in the car, in the backyard, sitting at the kitchen table, and she’s always ready to go.

She said she enjoys sucking my dick more than she used to, and she’s even researched online about how to give better blowjobs. I’m lucky to have a wife so willing and dutiful.

She read online that there is a secret most women don’t seem to know about blowjobs. That secret is to make sure you don't give the same exact blowjob every time. Just mixing it up and making it different from time to time makes it a lot better for the guy. The article says women don't seem to know that, and I believe it. She used to do the same thing every time she went down on me. I knew exactly what was gonna happen and when. It was very routine.

Not anymore, though. When Jesse starts sucking my dick now, I get even more excited because I don’t know what she is going to do. She changes it up a lot, and she's learned new techniques I have never seen before.

She does this one thing, where she puts my hard dick in her mouth and barely moves at all. Her mouth sort of massages my cock, but doesn't go up and down very much. She moans some for vibration, but basically just uses her mouth for suction, like my dick is a lollypop or something. It's amazing and I shoot my cum down her throat every time she does this.

She says she likes it too, because when I cum, she goes deeper, putting my head down her throat. Then the cum shoots straight down. No swallowing or tasting the cum. We both win! LOL!

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Now to the point of me writing this story. Jesse and I were shopping last week at a nice department store. I'm not usually one to go shopping with her, but I agreed this fateful time.

The sales ladies were extremely attractive and sexy. One of the woman's dress was cut so high up her long, sexy leg, I could see her thigh-high pantyhose attached to a French garter belt and her bare leg above it. I couldn't help but look over repeatedly to see how much leg I could see. I kept wondering if she was wearing panties or not. I didn't really care, because, in my mind, she was not!

Then another busty young woman that was helping us was wearing a top that showed amazing cleavage, all the way down to her bra. Some of these sales women look like they were about to walk the red carpet on TV or something.

None of them were sleazy-looking either. They were wearing the department stores clothes, I was guessing, very nice but super sexy.

I was getting super horny and thinking of how I could ask my wife for a blowjob here in the store. It was such a nice store though, I didn't want to put her in an awkward position or get us kicked out. Since she had been so accommodating to me lately, I decided to just go to the men's room and jerk off real quick. With the vision of the hot sales ladies, I figured it wouldn't take long!

Luckily, this upscale women's store had private, non-gender bathrooms.

I went in, dropped my pants, and sat down. I was already getting a chubber, knowing what I was there to do.

I closed my eyes and reached down to stroke my cock. I imagined the hot sales lady with the garter belt. I pictured her walking in the restroom, opening the slit in her skirt and showing me her shaved pussy, with a small, brunette runway stripe just above her clit.

Suddenly, the bathroom door sprang open! (I must have not locked it properly)

"Wait! Wait! Someone's in here," was all I could say, trying to cover up what I was doing. I knew I was just caught masturbating, though. I just hoped it was not one of the sexy sales ladies that was just helping my wife.

A young man was standing in the half-opened door, looking right at me. He was startled as I was for just a moment and smiled a little. But instead of leaving, he just stared at me and didn't move in or out of the doorway for just a few seconds. It felt like an eternity.

"Sorry man, this one's occupied." I said, trying to cover my dick with my shirt. We stared at each other. He still smiled and moved inside the bathroom and closed the door.

"Hey, wait..." I whispered, but he quickly put his finger up to his lips to shh me. I stopped mid-sentence.

The man, or more like a kid to me, was probably in his early twenties, average height and weight, wearing slacks and a dress shirt. I'm guessing he also worked at the store.

The door was only a few feet away from where I was sitting on the toilet.

"It's okay, I came in here to do the same thing. Just keep going!" he said in a loud whisper. And in the time to say that, he had the door closed and locked, with his pants unbuttoned and pulling his cock out.

I whispered back, "Dude, I'm not gay. Get out of here." But somehow, my voice didn't sound very convincing.

"It's okay, me neither," he replied and he started stroking his cock, which was already getting hard in less than a few seconds. Oh, the joys of youth.

"Dude, what are you doing?" I attempted again to protest, but again, the resolve in my voice wasn't genuine. We both knew exactly what he was doing.

I just stared at his hand, going up and down on his dick. I have a solid seven inches of thick cock when fully hard. His didn't look quite as big as mine. Not yet anyway.

My hand instinctively squeezed my cock through my shirt. I had gone down over the past few seconds. I didn't feel comfortable revealing my cock and stroking it out in the open. My heart was pounding with excitement. I lightly stroked up and down hidden behind my clothing and I was growing back to full strength quickly.

I'm not sure why I wasn't forcing him to get out or why I was now fondling myself with another man in the same room. But I remember I couldn't stop staring at his hand wrapped around his cock.

I have NO gay or bisexual experiences in my life. I have never wanted to either. I love women and everything about them. I love pussy. But I was still sitting there in silence, basically masturbating with a total stranger. And a much younger one at that.

He pulled his pants down a little more and played with his balls while he stroked his cock. His manhood looked at full strength now, at around six inches and not very thick. I guess as far cocks go, I would say it was a nice one, just not very big.

I leaned back, revealing my own erection from behind my shirt and let him see my hand slowing stroking my shaft. I followed his lead and started playing with my balls, too. Then I squeezed hard on the top of my dick with my hand, making my eyes close and moan a little.

"Yea...yea..." he whispered.

This was a whole new experience for me. It felt taboo and risky, and also surreal. I figured we would just watch each other jerk off. I've heard of guys doing this kind of thing before. If I could manage bringing myself to an orgasm with another guy watching me, anyway. 

Then something happened I did not expect. He walked toward me. The bathroom was small. He only took three small steps, and he was standing directly in front of me. His dick was right at my head level, of course, and only about a foot in front of me.

I was sitting and frozen except for my hand that was still maneuvering full strokes of my cock. It felt like I couldn't move, except my hand still stroking up and down. It felt like the world stopped. I think I stopped breathing for a while. 

I also didn't stop staring at his cock, though. I was mesmerized somehow. I had never been this close to another man's hard cock before.

I took a quick glance up at his face, then right back to his cock. I think I wanted to make sure he looked like someone I was okay with having this experience. He was a clean-cut, attractive young man, I suppose. I didn't want to look at his face, though. That made it too real. I wanted to just keep looking at his hard-on.  

His hand moved away from his cock and he wasn't stroking it anymore. He was just displaying it right in front of my face.

This made me think of something I do with my wife Jesse sometimes. She could be sitting at the kitchen table or on the sofa or bed. I would stand where she couldn't see me. I would pull my dick out and stroke it to full hardness, then approach her from behind and surprise her with it. She would usually be a little shocked (or pretend to be) when she turned her head to see my full erection right in front of her face. Then she would say something cute like "ooh, what do we have here?" or "yummy, is this for me?" and then give me some much-needed oral loving.

But this wasn't me and Jesse. This was a stranger, and I was the one in Jesse's position. At this moment, I was feeling almost dizzy with excitement and my heart beats were proving the same. I could feel each beat like it was in my throat.

My mind kept picturing what Jesse does when she's this close to my dick. Or what she might do if she was here with the young, attractive man's dick in front of her. I wasn't about to move. I didn't have to move.

He took one more step, putting the head of his dick only two inches from my face. My body instinctively leaned back away from it, having never even touched a man's cock before.

He slowly placed his hand on my shoulder and gently pulled me back toward him. I didn't resist. I don't know why I didn't resist, but I didn't.

He pulled me until the head of his cock was barely touching my mouth. I still didn't move. Then he put his hand at the base of his cock and rubbed the head slowly across my lips, back and forth. I still didn't move. I let him rub his cock head across my pursed lips.

The texture of it surprised me. Not like anything I'd ever felt before. It wasn't like the texture of any flesh I had ever felt with my lips. Maybe like a woman's nipple when it's cold or excited, but with a smooth surface. But it really wasn't a texture I had ever felt before, and I've licked and sucked every part of a woman's body there is: fingers, toes, ears, neck, ass... everything. This was different.

My lips were closed and pursed, but his cockhead's flesh was still inviting to my tightened lips. 

I wondered if mine felt the same to my wife. Her lips are always soft and welcoming, though, not pursed and tight. So, as he kept rubbing back and forth across my mouth, I let my lips softened. Then they parted slightly, allowing my mouth to open and really feel his firm head massaging my lips.

His helmet now rubbed past my lips and against the front of my closed teeth. I noticed it was very warm. Much warmer than my lips.

He whispered again, "Open and suck it". It was a request, not a demand.

He was still manipulating his cock back and forth across my whole mouth, applying slightly more pressure as he went. I was confused why I would let this happen. Again, my mind flashed to what Jesse would do.

If I was in there just using the restroom and not jerking off, I probably would have made him leave immediately. But I was crazy horny, now letting another man's cock rub all over my mouth.

"Come on, suck it for me. You'll like it," he encouraged. He was right, I liked this so far. This was more turned on than I had been in years.

I opened my mouth and stuck my tongue out a little bit. The tip of my tongue now felt the warm, taut flesh of his cockhead. I opened more and let him use my tongue as a softer, wetter place to rub his cock back and forth. I felt his slit rub across my tongue, which made this all suddenly real. My tongue felt where his pre-cum would ooze out, and where his cum would shoot from if I kept going. But I didn't stop him.

He sighed and moaned a little, which somehow made me happy that he was enjoying it. I thought of how my moans made Jesse happy when she gave me oral sex.

The young man adjusted his cock now, pushing the head up toward my nose. I realized exactly what he was doing, trying to get my tongue on the more sensitive part of his dick, under his head.

As soon as my tongue went from his head to underneath it, I experienced another new discovery. The texture was the opposite of his thick, firm head.

The underneath was soft and silky and was inviting to my tongue. It was even warmer than the head and almost felt like licking pussy lips. I knew exactly how my tongue on this part of his body made him feel and I instinctively started licking that area up and down. My mouth was now open even more and my tongue was actively licking his cock. Well, about two inches of his cock.

"Yea... right there. Do it!" he whispered more loudly now.

Without me even thinking about it, my hand reached up and replaced his around the base of his hard shaft. I was again shocked at how warm it felt in my hand and how odd it was to hold a man's cock for the first time. I held his six-inch shaft still while my tongue continued to lick the small area that was making him moan.

My thoughts again flashed to my wife. What would she do with his cock? I followed my instincts.

I licked further down than before, now taking long licks, halfway down his hard shaft and up to the head. Again and again, licking it from base to the head now. The skin on the lower shaft was smooth but not as silky as just below the head.

"Suck it man. Suck it for me," he begged. I realized I was doing to him what my wife does to me. Teasing his cock by not fully sucking him into my mouth. Driving him crazy and making him want more.

But why? Why was I licking a man's cock? Somehow, it felt good knowing that he wanted to be in my mouth. I have always been a pleaser in bed, but my wife doesn't want oral sex near as much as she used to. I missed giving that pleasure and I was enjoying getting to please a person sexually again.

It was either time to either get up and run out of there, or let this go all the way. I started rubbing his head against my lips again. It was bigger now, and rougher than before. He was getting more excited. I knew he what he was feeling and what he wanted. I wanted to give him, or give his cock, the sexual pleasure I hadn't given in so long. I was enjoying it. 

I opened my mouth and slid it around the swelling cock head. What an odd feeling it was to do this act for the first time. The head was hot, even in the warmth of my mouth. 

Looking back, I can see how it must feel amazing for a woman's pussy to be penetrated by the head of a hard cock. The firm head pushing open her walls and pressing against every bit of flesh inside of her, just like it was filling my mouth.

With his head now completely in my mouth, he pushed in further, and I let him. His penetrating head was moving down my tongue and the smooth shaft was passing by lips. My head was even more dizzy and confused, but my actions were not. I moved my tongue in a swirl around the shaft below his head, just like Jesse does to me.

He moaned in approval, which again was satisfying.

I worked up and down, taking him further each time, until his head was in the back of my throat. I was happy I could take it so far down. His cock had completely disappeared in my mouth and I know how good that looks and feels to a guy getting his dick sucked.

I suddenly realized I need to be careful of my teeth. I slid off his cock and started working his shaft back into my mouth inch by inch, but using my lips to cover my teeth. Luckily, his cock wasn't very large and this was easy to do. I think I was improving at my task, and again I was happy about it. When I made it all the way down again, his head was back in my throat like before, but for sure with no teeth. I was sucking cock and I think I was pretty good at it. 

My mind momentarily flashed to porn videos and images of women sometimes sucking huge cocks. I wasn't sure how they could do it without their teeth rubbing against the man's girth. I would have to ask Jesse about that later. I'm sure she has sucked some big cocks in her day.

I built a rhythm with my mouth moving up and down his shaft. My mouth was like a pussy, sliding all the way up, then all the way down his meat, until my nose was against his pelvis. Sometimes when I was all the way down, I just held it there. 

When I needed to breathe or take a break, I would just suck and lick all over the head while stroking his cock with hand.  

What had gotten into me? I was clearly trying to give the best blowjob I could. I must have looked like a cock hungry teenage girl!

At one point, I would deep throat him and use my hand to grab and squeeze his balls. This made his entire shaft thicken, especially the head which swelled up in my throat. It felt like I was controlling the situation, which was fun.

I felt his hands on my shoulders and he started moving back and forth. I knew he wanted to fuck my mouth. I stayed more still as he began to move back and forth. My mouth was full of saliva and I was having to wipe it off my chin. I never liked those blowjobs with tons of spit leaking from a girl's mouth.

I squeezed his balls more as he fucked in and out of my mouth. His moans got louder and louder. I suddenly realized I had no plan for when, or if, he cums! Heck, who was I kidding... WHEN he cums!

I couldn't have cum stains on my clothes when left the bathroom and we had no towels or even napkins ready to go.

As I was trying to think clearly about his impending orgasm, it was too late. I felt his shaft pulse and twitch. His cock was about halfway in my mouth when a huge shot of warm, thick cum filled the rest of my mouth. My mouth was half full of cock and half full of cum. There was no room left in my mouth. I knew I only had one option.

I pushed down and his head slid back down into my throat. I could still taste the first shot of cum swirling in my mouth. I couldn't swallow it even if I wanted to because his cock was now down my throat.

My hands grabbed his hips and pulled him toward my face, holding him there. I felt his meat pulse again in my mouth, and I felt another shot of cum, but this time it went straight down my throat. There was no taste, just the sensation of it shooting down inside me. Then another shot, and another. He was young, and blasted at least five or six times down my throat. I held still and took all of it.

At the end of his orgasm, his body untensed. I could feel him coming down. I gently eased him out of my throat but kept the head in my mouth. I was finally able to swallow the cum from the first explosion. Swallowing tightened my mouth around his head and shaft, pressuring out one last spurt from him, which I felt ooze onto my tongue. I was way past the point of having an issue with his cum. I tasted and swallowed the last bit, and actually enjoyed it.

The taste was not as bad as I had always imagined it would be. It was sort of like licking pussy... it was the taste of sex.

My hand found its way back to his shaft and stroked it, milking any last bits into my mouth. I can't believe I was doing this! I felt again like a cock hungry, cum loving, slutty girl.

I sucked the head lightly making sure no cum got on either of our clothes, then pulled away and leaned back.

I was afraid to look up at his face. That might have brought me back to reality. I just looked at his half hard cock. My heart had not stopped pounding the whole time. I was still in a sexual fog.

He reached down and wrapped his hand around my cock. I looked down and watched his hand stroking me and noticed my own cock was oozing a lot of pre-cum. It covered most of my swollen head was was dripping down my shaft. He used it as lube and started jerking me faster.

I quietly blurted out between heavy breaths, "I'm not gonna... last long." I was already about to cum and he could tell.

In one quick move, he dropped down and wrapped his mouth around just the tip of my cock while he stroked my shaft. He sucked only on the slit of my cockhead like he was sucking on a soda straw, while his hand milked my cum out. I unloaded one of the most powerful orgasms I have felt in years as he swallowed it all down.

He stood up, "That was good man, thanks." He walked out and that was it.

I sat for a second, gathering my thoughts and clearing my head, still a bit light-headed. I realized the door was still unlocked and fixed that problem first. I stood up, washed a little and went back out to find Jesse.

She hardly noticed I was gone and was just looking at clothes and shoes. I looked at her differently but tried to make sure she didn't notice anything odd with me.

I had just experienced a new sexual discovery and I did not want to keep it from her. I'm not sure if or how I could ever tell her though.

I often relive the incident when Jesse gives me head. Sometimes I only last a minute or two when she's sucking me, remembering how it felt to suck cock, how amazing it felt to have a cock cum in my mouth, and how much I actually enjoyed it.

I don't remember Jesse (or any other girl) ever swallowing exactly how he did, though, with his lips puckered over just the slit of my cock, sucking out all the rewards. I will ask her to try sometime this for on me. I've also fantasized about trying myself!