I'll admit that I was frustrated, and perhaps that clouded my judgement.

I'd posted a few times on doublelist, lamenting my wife's lack of interest in performing oral on me and her lack of talent when she did occasionally get around to doing it. Unfortunately, my inbox wasn't exactly flooded with responses from sympathetic women eager to take me into their own mouths.

In fact, the majority of responses I got were from men. Some responses were along the lines of "I feel for you, bro. My wife hasn't sucked my cock in years." Most of the emails from guys were pointed offers to suck me off. I deleted these with a sigh - after all, that's not what I was looking for.

Then my phone buzzed with another message. I popped open the email and saw a message labeled as being from a "Shannon." The text inside simply said, "Come visit me and I guarantee you the most memorable blow job you've ever experienced." Attached was a photo showing her in slight profile, wearing a tight shirt that showed the curve of her breasts and a mini-skirt beneath which I could see a hint of red panties.

"Well," I thought to myself. "She want to hide her face right now. Fair enough. I can live with that - especially with those knockout legs..." That was that - my decision was made. I hit the reply button and sealed my fate.

An hour later I was pulling up to the address she'd given me. As she'd told me in her follow-on email. The garage was open, so I drove inside. I knocked on her door and it silently opened.

I hesitated slightly at the dim light within. I saw her outline in the darkness and heard her throaty whisper, heavy with lust, as she said. "Come in, hon."

She quickly took my hand and led me to her bedroom. Within seconds, her hands were at my belt, and her fingers grasped my hardening cock. "I need a favor," she whispered as she lightly stroked my rising member.

"I don't like guys who grab my head and try to force it up and down on their cock while I suck them. We're going to do this at my pace."

I started to protest that I wouldn't do that to her, but she silenced me by putting a finger to my lips with one hand while wrapping the fingers of her other exquisitely around my rock-hard cock. "Shh..." she said. "Most guys want to take control at some point, so to keep you from doing it, we're going to have to tie you up first."

Maybe that should have been a red flag, but it sounded reasonable. And besides, the prospect that her lips would soon be wrapped around my length was just too enticing.

So within moments, I was stripped naked and tied spread-eagle to the bed. And that's when things took a twist.

She knelt down on the bed, and I could faintly see her smile up at me in the darkness as she slowly licked up the length of my cock. But as soon as she got to the head, she stopped and stood up.

"What's going on?" I asked.

She adjusted a dimmer switch on the wall, and smiled again. "I forgot to tell you something," she said, as she reached under her miniskirt and removed her panties. "This is going to be the most memorable blow job ever for you - only you're going to be the one giving it."

With that, she slipped out of the miniskirt to reveal an unmistakable - and hardening - cock.

As my eyes widened in surprise, she moved up and with a light girlish giggle straddled my chest.

"Let me be honest, lover," she said with a laugh. "You don't have a lot of choice here. You can cooperate, in which case I guarantee you'll end up cumming at least once tonight as a reward for sucking me. And you'll probably love it."

She moved a hand back as her hard cock dangled in front of my lips. "And if you don't want to cooperate and don't want to suck me...well, let's just say there are other ways I can get off other than in your mouth." With that, her finger circled my anus to highlight her point.

If this was you and I what would happen next? Maybe we should find out in person