Cocksucking Competition Ch. 01

He hoped that she would simply forget about it and drop the subject. The truth of the matter was that he had been obsessing about his conversation with Anthony for days. He had even conducted some research online, and validated that what his friend had told him about the Las Vegas tournament was true. It seemed impossible to believe at first, and yet, not only did this tournament exist, but the prize money was exactly what Anthony said it was.

Aaron had spent many sleepless nights tossing and turning over the idea, and had vivid dreams of his wife entering this tournament and blowing a bunch of random strangers. He was surprised to discover that he was greatly aroused by the idea of it, but he struggled to understand exactly why it was.

After finishing their dinner, they enjoyed a lengthy time snuggling together on the couch and watching television. Afterward, they retired to bed. He initiated sex, and was pleased that she was receptive to his advances.

They spooned together for a while, and he kissed the back of her neck, and nibbled on her ear. Reflexively, his hard cock throbbed against her ample behind. She responded by gyrating her hips against him, which gave him a clear signal to continue.

As he continued to kiss her neck, his hands roamed to her breasts. Although she was well-endowed when he met her, her breasts had swelled immensely after she gave birth to Jamie. She gained quite a bit of weight during her pregnancy, but he didn't mind it a bit. He found it sexy that she had become so curvy and womanly. Rochelle, however, didn't embrace her new figure nearly as much. She hid her body behind clothing that was several sizes too large, and seemed embarrassed and ashamed of the weight she had gained. In Aaron's eyes, she never looked better. Yet, no matter how often he told her this, she didn't seem to believe him.

He moved on top of her, and kissed her passionately. His kisses moved down to her neck, and then to her breasts. He spent a great deal of time kissing, sucking, licking and squeezing her tits, and she moaned with pleasure, and ran her fingernails through his hair. He then moved even lower, and flicked his tongue over her warm, wet pussy. She writhed around the bed in response, and moaned in ecstasy.

He flipped her over onto all fours, and rubbed his hard cock along her wet slit before gently pushing it inside her. She groaned, and pushed herself back to get him deeper inside her. This time, he was in charge of the pace, and he firmly held her rear in his hands. Asher breasts had swelled over the years, so had her ass, and Aaron found it incredibly sexy.

As he slowly worked his way in and out, she responded with loud moaning. Since their daughter had moved away from home, he noticed that Rochelle had become much more vocal in bed. It was one of the many benefits of having an empty nest. He thrust himself into her more forcefully, enjoying the sound of his hips slapping against her ass, as well as the view of her butt cheeks rippling with each and every thrust.

"I'm really close," he warned her, and she responded by reaching underneath and rubbing her clit.

He continued to pound away, harder and harder. He was on the verge of ecstasy, and held back as long as he could. At last, she emitted a loud moan, and her muscles expanded and contracted around his cock. He recognized this signal, and pumped harder and faster until he exploded inside her. They collapsed together into a mass of exhaustion and satisfaction.

As he held her in his arms, he felt himself slowly drift away from consciousness.

"So what was this conversation that you had with Anthony?" she asked, yanking him back into reality.

"Honey...just drop it," he said, groggily.

"No, I want to know. Were you talking about me?"

She could be so stubborn sometimes. It was one of the traits that he found both alluring and annoying.

"We were just talking about how some people have special talents, and how they waste their talent by not making any money from it. I found it funny, because you said the same thing earlier. That's all."

"And you weren't talking about cooking?" she asked.

"No, it wasn't about me," he answered.

"So...whose talent is being wasted? Does Anthony have a talent I don't know about?"

"Why are you pushing this so hard?" Aaron implored.

"I just get a really weird feeling that you're holding something back from me," she responded. It was so annoying to him that she was right so often.

"Okay, fine. We were talking about you, okay? Your talent."

She laughed. "What talent? I have no talent."

"Oh, yes, you do," he said.

There was a long pause.

"You're not talking about...that. Are you?"

Although it was dark in their bedroom, she could clearly see him nod his head.

"Oh. My. God. I can't believe you told him about that!" she said.

"I'm sorry, honey," Aaron said, "but I love bragging about you. And you are really - really - good at that particular thing."

"You're ridiculous," she said. "I'm flattered that you think so, but I'm no better than any other woman, I'm sure."

"No," Aaron insisted, "you are exceptional. Trust me."

"Again, I'm flattered," she said, "but how would you know? You've only been with two other women in your entire life."

"Three," he corrected.

"Oh, yeah," she said. "I forgot about Kathy. But you said she only gave you a blowjob."

"Well, that's what I'm talking about," he responded. "I've had blowjobs from four different women, and you are - by far - the best. I mean, it's not even close."

Rochelle buried her head in her husband's chest in embarrassment.

"Well, I'm glad that you think so," she said. "But why the hell would you talk about that with Anthony?"

"Like I said, we were having the same exact conversation, and it just struck me as funny. That's all."

"Wait a minute. You were talking about making money off of our talents. Are you implying that I should become a hooker?"

"Jesus, no! No, no, no," he said, stroking her hair. "That's not it at all. Anthony told me about a tournament in Vegas. It's a high-stakes tournament. It has nothing to do with you. I just said you would win it, hands-down."

"What kind of tournament?"

Aaron hesitated. The logical half of his brain was screaming for him to run away from this conversation as fast as possible. But his "little brain" was telling him to press on.

"It's nothing, honey," he said. "Seriously. I don't know why you're interrogating me like this."

"I'm not interrogating you. I just want to know what you were saying about me. What tournament were you talking about?"

"It's a dick-sucking tournament. Okay?" After the words came out of his mouth, he realized that he practically shouted them. He lowered his voice. "We were talking about a dick-sucking tournament. In Vegas. It's a really high-stakes tournament. I said - jokingly - that you would win that tournament. And I believe that; I really do. But it wasn't a serious conversation."

There was a long silence. Rochelle rested her head once again, and her soft hair tickled his chest.

"A dick-sucking tournament?" she asked.

"Yeah."

"Like, that's a real thing? Women actually do that?"

"Yeah."

Another long pause.

"How can they demean themselves like that?" she asked.

"Well, how is it demeaning? No one is forcing them to do it. They're competitors. It's like a hotdog eating contest, only with dicks instead of hotdogs. No one thinks the people in those hotdog eating contests are demeaned in any way. Hell, they're considered athletes."

"So you think a woman that sucks dicks is an athlete?"

"Well...in a way, yeah," he responded. "I mean, what is an 'athlete', exactly? It's someone who performs a physical feat in a contest. Right? So, how is hotdog eating any different than dick-sucking?"

"Umm...because dick-sucking is sexual?" Rochelle snapped back.

"Says who?" Aaron retorted. "Because it involves a dick? So, would a pissing contest be sexual? If you ask me, the ones who are being demeaned are the guys who are having their dicks sucked. I mean, they're just used as props in a contest. They're like a bunch of cows standing in line to be milked. To me, that's demeaning. There's nothing demeaning about what the women are doing. They're the ones in charge. They're the stars of the show. And they're the ones who benefit in the end."

There was another long period of silence, as Rochelle seemed to collect her thoughts.

"I just...I've never heard of such a thing," she said, finally.

"Me, neither," Aaron responded. "Anthony and I were just talking. Just two guys at a bar, talking about guy stuff. Apparently, he's seen this tournament before. Live, in Vegas. I guess it's a big deal. There's a lot of money in it."

"How much money?"

"Grand prize is $200,000."

She gasped. There was another long period of silence, and Aaron thought for a moment that she had fallen asleep.

"$200,000?" she asked, suddenly.

"Yeah, $200K," he answered. "Second place is $50K, I think."

She stroked her fingernails through his chest hair.

"You wouldn't really want me to do that, right?"

"Do what? Enter that tournament? No, of course not." There was silence for a long while. "You wouldn't want to do that...right?" he asked.

"I guess not," she answered.

He sat up in bed, now fully awake.

"You guess not? What do you mean 'guess?' You mean you'd actually consider it?"

She propped herself up on her elbows and looked up at him.

"Okay, let's just step back a second. Would you really be okay with me sucking some guy's dick?"

Aaron had put a lot of thought into that question since his conversation with Anthony. He couldn't deny that every time the thought occurred to him, he got a massive hard-on. He couldn't explain why that happened, exactly, but it was undeniable that he found the idea of his wife sucking another man's cock to be arousing.

"It's not like you would fall in love with the guy or anything," he explained. "You'd just be sucking his dick, right? Like a farmer milking a cow."

Rochelle burst into laughter at the image he created.

"You've put a lot of thought into this, haven't you?" she giggled.

"I just don't see a big deal about you sucking a dick if there's no love or affection involved. You'd just be using some guy to get his cum. There's nothing really sexual about that, and no reason for me to be jealous."

Rochelle chuckled once more. "Wow," she said, "that is quite a justification you've built in your head."

"Am I wrong? Would you fall in love with some guy just because you sucked his dick? Would you love me any less if you did?"

"Of course not," she said.

"Well...there you go."

After another long pause, she spoke once more.

"Well, I'm flattered that you think I'm so good at sucking dick that I could win a national tournament. But like I said, you don't have much of a basis for comparison. I'm only the best that you've ever had. And I'm sorry to tell you, honey, but you haven't had that many."

"And I'm telling you," Aaron insisted, "you have a natural and unique talent. You just don't realize how good you are. You're always telling me that I have a talent for cooking. Well, I'm telling you that you have a talent, too. You may think it's a trivial talent, but the fact that someone is willing to pay $200,000 for that talent tells me that it isn't trivial at all. It's a gift. And someone told me that when you have a unique gift, it is a shame to waste it."

"I'm going to sleep," she said. "Something tells me we'll both regret this conversation in the morning."

***

Aaron normally awoke two hours earlier than Rochelle on Monday mornings, and so he was surprised to see her plod down the stairs in the wee hours of the morning and sit beside him as he sipped his coffee.

"What are you doing up at this ungodly hour?" he asked.

"I couldn't sleep," she explained, yawning and stretching.

"You're not still obsessing about that conversation from last night, are you?" he asked.

"Yes. Yes, I am," she stated flatly.

"Honey, I'm sorry I even mentioned it. That's why I didn't even want to mention it, but you kept pressing me. You're right, it would be beneath your dignity to enter that tournament. But then again, so is waiting tables. And mowing lawns at my age is beneath my dignity. We all sacrifice a little of our dignity to make our lives better. But I'll tell you one thing, if I busted my ass and mowed every lawn in town, I wouldn't make as much money as you would make in four days in Vegas. That's just a fact."

Rochelle rose from her chair, walked across the room, and filled her mug with coffee. She leaned against the counter as she spoke.

"How do you even know I'm that good?" she asked. "Maybe I just know you so well after being married for so long that I know what you like. Maybe I wouldn't be nearly as good with another guy."

"Maybe," Aaron said. "I guess there's only one way to know for sure."

She stared at him, attempting to discern whether he meant what she thought he meant.

"You mean suck someone else's dick?" Her expression revealed nothing about her emotion.

"Well, yeah," Aaron replied, cautiously, "I guess so."

"And whose dick would I suck?" she asked.

"I don't know," he said. "Anyone."

"I'm not just going to suck some stranger's dick," she said. "That doesn't sound safe."

Aaron thought for a moment. "How about Anthony?" he asked.

"Are you insane?" she asked with her jaw opened.

"I trust Anthony with my life. We've known each other forever, and he'd never, ever do either of us any harm. He's also been with a ton of women, so he'd be a good judge of talent."

"You are not seriously suggesting that I suck Anthony's dick," she said.

"I trust him more than anyone in the world - except you, of course. We've been together forever. I know he would give us an honest answer and settle this matter once and for all. I wouldn't trust anyone else."

"You're asking me to blow your friend. You don't think that would be a little weird?"

"I'm not asking you to do anything. I'm just saying that if you were to seriously consider this, then I would support you doing this with Anthony."

"This is crazy," she said, shaking her head. "You know that, right?"

Aaron nodded his head. She sat in silence and drank her coffee. He could see the wheels turning in her head.

"$200,000 would cover Jamie's tuition," she said, thinking out loud. "And there would be plenty left over for our other bills. If you sold your business, and combined that money with the rest of the winnings, you could even buy that restaurant you've always wanted."

"If you were to enter that tournament and win," he said, "I would sell my business and buy that restaurant."

Rochelle stared at him, and saw that he was serious. She recognized that this could be a life-changing decision in more ways than one.

"You can't keep mowing lawns and plowing driveways forever," she reasoned. "I know you hate the landscaping business. I spent fourteen years staying at home with Jamie while you were out doing something you hated doing, in order to support our lifestyle. And you have no idea how much I appreciate everything you've done for our family. I guess this would be an opportunity for me to contribute."

"Honey, you don't have to do this," he said.

"Oh, I know I don't have to," she responded. "But I think that...maybe...I might want to."

Aaron sat silently, and watched his wife as she struggled to justify her decision.

"You really think I'm that good?" she asked.

Aaron nodded with a smile.

"Okay, then. Let's find out for sure."

***

That evening, Aaron invited Anthony to dinner. The three of them sat around their kitchen table and enjoyed a plate of homemade pasta and sauce that Aaron had prepared over the weekend. They laughed and chatted as usual, and shared a bottle of wine that Anthony had brought with him. When dinner ended, Aaron finally revealed the reason why Anthony had been invited.

"So, tell me more about this tournament in Vegas," Aaron said.

Anthony shot him a look of confusion, and his eyes darted back and forth between Aaron and Rochelle.

"It's okay," Aaron assured him. "She knows about it. I told her about it."

"You fucking told her?" Anthony said with a chuckle. "What's the matter with you?"

"When is it?" Rochelle asked.

"Why?" Anthony asked with a laugh. "You want me to get you some tickets?"

"Actually," she said, "I was thinking of competing."

Anthony's mouth gaped open, and his wide eyes flicked back and forth between them.

"You're fucking with me, right?" he asked. Both Aaron and Rochelle shook their heads and smiled. They were thoroughly enjoying his reaction.

"Seriously, when is the tournament?" Rochelle repeated.

"It's in November," he responded. "You're not serious."

"She's serious, bro" Aaron answered with a look of glee. Anthony couldn't stop shaking his head.

"How does it work?" she asked. "How is the winner determined?"

"It's basically a race," Anthony explained, still visibly uncomfortable with the line of questioning. "The woman who gets their guys to finish first wins."

"But some guys cum quicker than others," Rochelle said. "So how is that fair?"

"They blow three guys per match," Anthony explained, although he appeared clearly uncomfortable with the conversation. "The odds eventually even out, and the most talented women generally win more often than the others. The people who put this together go a lot to make sure the matches are as fair as possible. The guys who participate are all screened for health, they're all required to jerk off three days before their appearance, so they all start from the same point. They're all blindfolded, and they wear noise-canceling headphones, to block out any distractions. Their turns are randomly generated. Their dicks all have to be the same size."

"How big?" she interrupted.

"About seven inches long, average thickness," he responded. "It gives the contestants a little bit of a challenge, but isn't so big that it's difficult to find enough cocks for the contest."

"Where do they find these guys?"

"It ain't exactly difficult finding guys who want their dicks sucked by championship-caliber cock-suckers, believe me. They get more applications than they can handle."

"You seem to know an awful lot about this!" she exclaimed.

"Well, I know things. I've been out there a few times, and know a few people."

"There's just one thing I need to know before I'd seriously consider it," Rochelle said. "Aaron seems to think I'm the best...you know...cocksucker. I think his opinion is extremely biased."

Her face turned a deep red.

"We were thinking," Aaron interrupted, "that maybe you could give us your unbiased and honest opinion."

Anthony's eyes grew even wider. He turned to Rochelle. "You want me to watch you suck his cock?"

She shook her head.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!" Anthony said, loudly, and held both hands out in front of him. "No, I don't think that's a good idea at all."

"Anthony...I trust you," Aaron said. "I'm giving you permission. We go back a long, long way, man. I'm asking you to do this as a favor for me. For us."

"A favor?" Anthony shouted, incredulously. "For you? If she's as good as you say she is, then that seems like a favor to me!"

"However you want to look at it is cool," Aaron responded.

Anthony turned to Rochelle. "And you're okay with this?"

She nodded her head and gave him a dirty grin.

"This is unbelievable," he said. He looked at both of them. "You both are fucking crazy, you know that. You're sure you want to do this?"

"How many times are you going to ask?" Aaron said. "We're sure. It's just a blowjob, man. Don't turn it into a big deal."

"Just a blowjob," Anthony responded with a laugh. "Okay, fine. I'll go along with you. What do you want me to do?"