Novelty is a drug with a short shelf life.

Despite the nearly two decades of sexual engagement with Meg - and the many advancements we have made in pushing our boundaries and learning how to please each other - there are memories from our early days together that still make my loins stir at the mere recollection of them.

The first kiss we shared, after weeks of teasing and testing the waters.

The first time she flashed her gorgeous tits at me, absolutely blowing my mind.

The first time I felt her body convulse as my finger worked clumsily over her clit - a mechanism I had only the vaguest understanding of in form, function and geography.

Discovering new sensations and experiences between the sheets with her was like an incomparable drug. But like all drugs, some of those experiences had a shelf life.

We were laying in Meg's bed, alone in the house on a rare occasion while her family was at work and school. As I lay on my back, casually chatting and cuddling, Meg slid her body up mine, throwing a leg over my thigh and propping herself up on her elbows before lowering her head to kiss me. Whatever sentence I had been articulating died in my throat as I returned her kiss eagerly. The flavor of her gum permeated my mouth, slightly citrus and completely intoxicating.

Her kisses were timid, but desirous. Her tongue flicked in my mouth as I tried to capture it, probing her mouth with my own tongue whenever she would withdraw. Her hand trailed lazily down the front of my shirt, across my stomach, and came to rest with her fingers dipped just beneath the hem of my boxers.

I flexed the erection now straining against my jeans, and the head made contact with her fingers. She smiled into my kiss as her hand delved deeper into my boxers and she pinched my cock head between her thumb and forefinger. I dug my fingers into her side and pulled her tighter into me as she rubbed the precum around the ridges of my dick.

She withdrew her hand and broke the kiss, bringing her finger to her mouth and sucking it clean. The sight of her lips wrapping around her finger elicited an involuntary moan from me as I imagined them wrapped around something substantially thicker. As if reading my mind, her eyes flashed mischievously as she began working my belt buckle. As she pulled down my fly, the outline of my cock pressed firm against my boxers, the tell-tale dark stain spreading with each passing second. She tugged at my boxers and jeans, and I lifted my rear until she had pulled them down my thighs, exposing me fully. Then she paused, looking pensive.

She locked her eyes on mine as her hand wrapped around the base of my dick, then said "I want to try something new". She leaned forward and flicked her tongue into my mouth, and with it, her chewed gum. As she kissed down my torso, I couldn't help but wonder what she was up to. She had sucked my cock before, albeit it only a handful of times, and each time it culminated the same way: she'd take me in her mouth, I'd hurtle towards climax with the speed borne of my inexperience, I'd alert her that I was going to cum, and she'd pull me out of her mouth and jerk me until I erupted all over her hand. It was a 60 second ordeal from start to finish, with little room for deviation or anything "new".

As she took me slowly into her mouth, my curiousity melted into raw lust, and I let her take complete control. I chanced a glance downwards, and the sight of her lips wrapped around my member, her hair falling around her face, nearly sent me over the edge. I layed back and tried to slow my breathing as she slid me slowly in and out of her mouth. My cock swelled and throbbed as her tongue flicked the underside of my head, every move an escalation of the pleasure coursing through me.

Even in our few oral sessions, I had recognized her ability to move from journey to destination at the flip of a switch. If this blow was a job, she set her own hours, and could wrap things up with little notice at her own whim. The exploratory licks and suction gave way to a steady bobbing rhythm as she locked her lips around me tighter and she determinedly drove me towards the finish line. My core tightened as I lifted my head and shoulders from the pillow and I waited until the last possible moment to tap her shoulder and say "Fuck babe, I'm gonna cum"

My pleasure turned to panic, as I passed the point of no return and her pace picked up.

"Babe! I'm -" I started, afraid she hadn't heard me, but it was too late. As the first spurt of cum hit the back of her throat, she paused her rhythm and buried me to the hilt in her mouth, gently sucking and swallowing as my seed spilled out of me in gushes. Her tongue pressed the entire underside of my dick, and the suction of her swallows seemed to extend my orgasm beyond what I knew was possible. Realizing it was intentional, I unleashed every drop and let my climax fully consume me. She sucked and swallowed, warming my cock in her mouth as it began to slowly limpen. Finally, the sensations completely overwhelmed me and I clenched my thighs as the pleasure turned teasing.

She withdrew my cock from her mouth slowly, kissing the underside before tucking it back into my boxers and climbing back up the bed. She leaned in and extracted her gum from my mouth, as my entire body tingled with the residual pleasure.

Four years, a wedding and a child later, I sat on the edge of our shared bed as she set about hanging up her laundry. I was still adapting to my new reality. Our situation had necessitated much change and growth from both of us. While I was now pursuing and finding career success, she was living out her dream of being a stay at home mom - a dream we had discussed even before dating, and that I was fully committed to facilitating. Unfortunately, the strain of adulthood was in full force, and our youthful indulgence in each other was beginning to fade to memory.

Our child lay sleeping in the other room, and I watched her from behind as she went about her work. As I eyed her, I felt the familiar need rising in my veins. The way her casual clothes hugged her, her effortless attractiveness, all seeped into me and without any preconceived intention, I found myself very horny.

"... don't you think?"

I caught the tail end of her question while the meat of it was lost to my fantasies.

"Huh?"

She turned to look at me, confused by my apparent stupor. From the flush of my cheeks to the bulge in my pants, she read my current state and rolled her eyes.

"I'm sorry, you look so good and it's, uh... It's been a while" I said, sheepishly. I had been rebuffed enough in recent months to be snakebit in making any sexual advances or initiations, but my sexual appetite and attraction to her had never been higher. It was a purgatory of pent up desire from which no amount of prayer could bring deliverance. I sat in shame once again, begging for my body to read the room and avoid another fight, while she finished hanging up the garment in her hands.

I closed my eyes and flexed my thighs - an old trick that supposedly alleviated unwanted boners - until I felt her hands on my knees and heard her lowering herself to her knees. My eyes flashed open, and she looked into my face with an expression of mingled sympathy and disgust. Then her hands reached for my belt once more.

"No babe, I'll be fine - I'm sorry, I wasn't trying to start anything. You just.. I can't shake my attraction to you."

A small smile curved her mouth as her eyes simultaneously filled with doubt at my words, but her hands continued to work their way through the labyrinth of fabric keeping her from my dick. As she began to draw my fly, I grabbed her hand and stopped her. "You don't have to do this. Let's just wait til the baby wakes up then go for a walk."

"I want to do this for you."

Now it was my turn to doubt. The internal struggle lasted only a few seconds before I released her wrist and leaned back, letting her finish her undressing of me. She fished my cock out of my boxer fly and lowered her mouth to it.

There was no on ramp to this highway of pleasure. She roared up the embankment, into the center lane and put the pedal to the metal, sucking me deep into her mouth and immediately employing every finisher she had ever tested as I became light headed. Every nerve ending in my body seemed to be concentrated in the roughly 7 inches of flesh that she seemed hellbent on fitting into her petite mouth in it's entirety. My fingers tingled and my mouth went dry as she sucked my soul out through my penis. I collapsed back on the bed for fear of passing out, and she rose higher on her knees, never breaking suction as she continued working my dick with feverish urgency. I couldn't tell if this was her way of getting it over with or if she was getting off on the power she held over me, but either way, I was having the ride of my life.

I had completely lost myself in the pleasure as I felt my impending climax slam into me like a head-on collision. It never crossed my mind to give her my usual courteous warning, but she got the point as my hands clasped the side of her head and I erupted into her mouth. She sucked harder than ever, doing her best to swallow as I pumped more and more into her mouth. At last, the waves of pleasure began to ebb, and she pulled her mouth away with a pop. I lay exposed in the afterglow as she unceremoniously rose to her feet and continued putting her laundry away without comment.

That was the last load she ever swallowed.