I love my husband, I do, but every orgasm he's ever given me was with the assistance of a very sexy and very secret memory. Her name was Amelia and she was my college roommate's sister. Jet black hair. Eyes the color of honey. And spectacular tits. Just remembering the way her nipples always poked from beneath her thin blouses makes me wet. Every time. It was eleven years ago. It was my roommate's birthday, and she got piss drunk, passed out cold in her bedroom. Amelia and I were on the couch watching info-mericals. Also rather drunk. We had made jokes earlier in the evening about hooking up, you know, the kind of loud ideas you spurt out right after you down a shot of tequila - the kind that seem interesting at the time because the burn in your throat is distracting you from rational thought. You would never follow through with such an idea while sober. We weren't sober quite yet. And while the voice over guy was spouting off low prices and great deals, I felt her warm hand creep up my skirt. I looked down and before I could understand what was happening, she planted her mouth on mine, and gave me the deepest kiss I've ever had, even compared to the one at my wedding ceremony years later. Her tongue danced with mine and I felt my nipples harden underneath my shirt. Not missing a beat, she brought her other hand up to my chest and caressed my breast, pinching the firm nipple. I yelped and realized what we were doing. I hoped to GOD that Jackie would remain unconscious in her room long enough for me to see where this was leading. I didn't know what to do with my hands. I just kept them at my side and paid attention to what her fingers were doing. Amelia was teasing my pussy with her finger tips, rubbing the fabric of my underwear right above my clit. It was just so daunting, I lifted my hips so she would just hurry up and go knuckle-deep. I wanted to feel her inside me already. I pulled her on to my lap and she straddled me, still kissing me, never removing her mouth from mine. I felt bold enough now. So I slid my hands up her t-shirt and cupped her breasts. Good lord her skin was so hot, so soft. I squeezed her C-cups and fingered her nipples. I didn't know what the fuck I was doing. So I went by what I saw in a porno once. I didn't know if I was brave enough to eat her cunt just yet, but I wanted to feel it on my hands. I tried to unbutton her jeans but she pushed my hands away. "I want to taste you first," she said. Well, not gonna lie, I could have cum right there, just hearing her say those words to me. But I felt it was polite to wait. If she wanted to taste me, who the hell was I to stop her? She slid down to the floor and planted herself in front of me and I thanked God and all that was holy that I had just waxed my special area the day before. She licked her lips and I heard her giggle and saw her flash a smile. She was giddy. She was actually giddy at the idea of eating my pussy! My ego has never been so massive than at this moment in my personal history. Amelia pushed up the fabric of my skirt and wasted no time in pulling down my panties. She threw them across the room and they landed somewhere in the dark (never to be seen again, actually) and I instinctively spread my knees further apart. She teased me again with her fingers, rubbing her thumb against my clit, caressing my cunt lips ever so gently. She was good at this. She certainly knew what she was doing. She knew very well that anticipation was half the orgasm. I listened for possible noise coming from Jackie's room as Amelia leaned her head between my legs, parted my pussy lips, and blew lightly on my clit. I could feel it pulse from the slight breeze. Good god! She really knew how to fucking tease. I'm realizing now that this confession kinda sorta became an erotic anecdote. Oh well. I never told anyone this story before, might as well go all out! She parted my lips again and stroked my clit with her tongue just once. Paused. And then did it again. My whole body was vibrating. I wanted her to mash her face into me but she was enjoying this. The art of teasing. She got off on it, clearly. I was writhing, she had her hands firmly gripping my hips so I couldn't go too far. I'm sure that if she hadn't held me so tight, I would have just shot off like a rocket and hit the ceiling. She circled my clit with her tongue, slowly at first, and then she quickened the pace. She then pressed her mouth into my cunt and sucked. I gasped so loudly that I was sure I woke up Jackie. I heard nothing, so I buried my face into a pillow and moaned as Amelia sucked on my clit like it was a piece of hard candy, all the while digging an eager finger deep into me. I was so wet already that it just slid right in. She slipped another finger into me and curled them upwards, searching for my G-Spot, as she stopped the sucking and then proceeded to french kiss my soaking pussy. She moved her head side to side and hummed, never removing her fingers from within me. I was losing my mind. Moaning so loudly into the pillow that my throat was getting sore. My knees were shaking and I was getting a really great ab work-out. My whole body was tensing up and she just kept going, switching between lapping at me with her tongue and sucking my swollen clit and nibbling on my lips, all the while finger fucking me into a frenzy. She kept at it for another couple of minutes, changing speeds and patterns. Fucking A, she was a pro. I was getting closer and closer with each second that blew past. At this point, I didn't give a fuck if Jackie woke up or not. Nothing was going to tear me away from Amelia's amazing mouth and the fantastic orgasm that was just around the corner. One hand keeping the pillow over my mouth and one hand on the back of her head, pushing her as far into me as I could, I moved my hips up and down and her mouth kept working. She kept humming. Licking. Sucking. Thrusting her fingers. My breath caught in my throat, my grip tightened around a clump of her black silky hair, and I came. A warmth fell over me. It was almost electric, and she just kept eating me all the way through it. I bit into the pillow and then my body just went limp. It was the longest, strongest, most intense orgasm I have ever had. And my husband has no idea. What's worse though is that I have been keeping this from him from day one. And I feel no guilt. None at all.