Kinky wife wants to see husband suck cock
I was a happily married 25-year-old guy living in a Monterey loft apartment with my wife of two years.
Madison was a couple of years younger than I and we were enjoying all the pleasures that come with a young relationship.
I worked in finance and she was just starting out at a local hospital while part-time bartending a couple of times a week to supplement.
The sex was constant and passionate and kinky. We had discovered early on that we were both very sexual people, and for that matter, very sex positive people as well.
We spent long hours at home exploring each other's bodies and diving into the darkest corners of each other's brains and fantasies.
Our mid 20's were ushering us slowly into our sexual primes and we were loving every minute of it.
One particularly sexy element of our relationship was that we were both fairly deviant and enjoyed just the right amount of pornography together.
Sunday afternoons would start with an amazing brunch at one of our go-to spots within walking distance. Then we'd traipse back tipsy together and melt into a shared bong on the couch surrounded by movies and super-soft blankets and whatever physical fun we wanted to get up to that day.
#SundayFunday was a hashtag we constantly texted back and forth to each other when we were having particularly bad weeks and needed a pick-me-up reminder. It never failed to push us through our weekly stresses.
We marveled in all the ways there were to fuck each other on those Sundays. She'd get out her toys, our lube—we'd find all sorts of new places in the apartment to fuck.
We would stand in front of the open window and fuck sometimes, wondering if anyone from the apartment across the street could see us through the broken sunshine glare.
It was around three in the afternoon on a lazy August weekend when our most recent pot haze had firmly set in.
We were fuzzy and happy and, like opposing quarterbacks going up against Von Miller, completely blitzed. Soon of course, as always, we were horny as fuck.
I felt her hand drift over my sweat pants as I turned to take in her closeness.
My wife was the kind of sexy that made other men ridiculous jealous of my setup. She oozed comfort in her body. At no time did she ever believe she was the sexiest thing out there. But she was the type of woman that was way hotter because of it. She wasn't afraid of who she was. She owned her identity and her body more comfortably than any woman I'd ever dated.
She was 5'2, to my 5'9 and her body was a curvy perfection to my tastes. She was a dead ringer for the actress Hailee Steinfeld and if you want to understand just how her body looked, go and Google the picture of Hailee wearing a black one piece bathing suit staring back over her bubble butt at the camera or the one of her sitting on top of a kitchen appliance in sheer, lingerie-esque clubbing wear. That's the best way I can help you understand just how fucking hot my wife is—sure there are all sorts of fancy words I could use—but the easy (albeit lazy) way to describe her, is to make you very briefly Google those two photos. Great, got it? That's what my wife looks like. I'd have trouble picking out the real one in a police lineup. I'd also be too distracted probably.
The lips, the eyebrows, the longer, dark brown layered hair, the cute snow-fox nose—she's my absolutely fantasy come true—the dark featured girl in the library who you know secretly wants to sneak you into the stacks and suck your cock while other people browse nearby for steamy entrees from Kushner or Munro or, the hideously delicious truths of David Foster Wallace.
"Wanna watch some porn?" She asks me through a strand of hair that falls lazily over her face. She blows it up playfully as she looks at me with a sudden pep in her energy.
"Yes." I say to her without having to think twice, and soon she has the TV remote opening up our Internet browser HDMI input. And then we're scrolling through our favorite saved pornography websites—all of our various technological vices laid out for us in a half-crescent buffet of sexy, digital foreplay.
We end up on our favorite porn site and she's clicking through video options as her hand begins to rub the outline of my very hard cock through my sweatpants with a firmer intent. I start to look like ghost poking through a white sheet on an outdoor clothesline. She cocks an eyebrow at me like a slope I want to slide down, as she clicks on a video that she seems to like, her fingers gliding down my bulging tent.
In the video, a girl that looks quite similar to Maddy finds herself in the middle of two very fit, young men—a MFM threesome video it seems at first. It's got a 92 percent, which in the porn world is basically an Oscar contender.
But as the storyline of the video begins to play out, we find that it's actually more of a cuckolding situation. This becomes immediately evident when one the two guys is made to patiently sit beside the bed as he watches his friend fucking his young wife. She leans into the dialogue, telling her husband how good his friend's cock feels in her pussy, and even though this is not the video we had set out to watch, we both quickly become transfixed with the scene.
The girl is sexy as hell—she looks real, and both guys are fit but not steroids jocks for once. Both of their cocks are the types of cocks that any self-respecting porn should include— veiny, seven inch flagpoles that instantly draw the eye and require a solid pledge of allegiance.
I had always noticed when a guy in a porn had a nice cock or body, but that was never an avenue I had really considered seriously.
But now I found my hand slipped beneath my wife's comfy, Victoria Secret lilac cheeky thong underwear, which I knew she wore whenever she wanted to both sleep and fuck all day long, in no particular order.
She felt more wet than I was accustomed to when we were only onto our first porn video (of what I was already certain would be an edging-filled afternoon).
But she probably noticed that I was maybe a little harder than usual as well.
We pulled each other's sweats off and slipped our hands into each other's underwear as we lay side by side in the middle of our U-shaped couch room—the highlight of the entire apartment as we both discovered how much the other loved to luxuriate in a room full of soft surfaces.
My fingers drifted through her glazed pussy lips and trailed juice over her clit so I could rub her softly there as my fingers traced past her throbbing hood.
She made soft moaning coos with me as I too gasped on and off from the way her thumb would trail my pre-cum up over the summit of my slit and send cold shivers up my spine, like a crack spreading through a window.
We turned into each other and made out a softly as the scene changed on the screen just out of our peripheral. Our lips dragged seductively over each other, enjoying the ease with which we fell back into our favorite ways.
When we looked back to the screen, our hands still softly touching memorized spots, the husband or boyfriend character was now on his knees with the woman, and she was pulling the other man's cock that had just been inside of her pussy, over to her boy toy's mouth for him to start sucking.
This was a storyline we'd never talked about or cum to, but my wife's hand gripped my cock firmer as she slowly jacked as she watched the scene with a very renewed interest.
I shoved my middle finger all the way inside her absolutely drenched pussy and I kissed her neck as we continued watching. She was incredibly turned on by the porn, I could tell. She was rubbing my cock like a person that rubs a cock for the first time—with an almost nervous need.
The man opened his mouth reluctantly, and then slowly allowed the woman to push his lips halfway down the big cock. My wife gasped as she watched this and she also felt my own cock pulse from the sight of it. I couldn't tell if I was more turned on myself by the male fellatio, or by just how much it turned Maddy on. She squeezed me as she jacked in time with the man who was slowly bobbing on this dick, even as the sexy girl pushed his head down each time.
"Do you like this?" She whispered up to me. I felt her bangs tickle the stubble on my chin. I loved how she felt.
I thought about it as I continued watching.
I did like this. Which was crazy, because I'd never gotten any sort of buzz from watching two guys do anything.
But there was something about this whole scene— the woman in control of her man, pushing his head down onto a sexy cock, and the man doing as he was told, even as I had my own cock lovingly stroked by a young wife that definitely controlled most of my sexual appetites and most certainly controlled my cock.
I was in an absolute tractor beam of pleasure from all of this.
I nodded and giggled a little, "Yes. Mmmmm. Yeah." She gasped a little as I admitted my answer. I don't think she was expecting that.
We were both also quite stoned which certainly didn't hurt.
"Would you ever suck on another guy's cock?" She asked it so innocently, so without judgment. I guess that had to be her next question, right? I felt my cock vibrate a little from the question.
"I don't know. . .I had never thought about it before. . ." I writhed a little as my penis responded to her soft fingers as she continued tugging me. I was getting more and more turned on by out talk.
"I think it would be really sexy." She said now. "What if I wanted you to suck on a cock, baby? Would you do it for me? Would you put a cock in your mouth for me?" She asked, and I felt her roll her body against me in a teasing way, making sure her hard nipples pressed up against me through her thin, barely there tank-top. She was on to me.
My cock was getting stickier with more pre-cum and she knew what that meant. She could read all my sexual tells by now and I was always a goner by the time she reached for the river card. I knew what she wanted me to say, but that didn't make it a lie.
"Yeah, I think so." I moaned to her, saying what I know she wanted to hear. She grinded against me like a cat having a finger run down her spine.
"Would you grab a nice cock in your hand and jack it off if I asked you to?" She said to me in the cutest sort of pleading voice, and I slid another finger inside of her wet canal as her pussy had turned into a sloppy tunnel of arousal.
"Yeah, if you wanted me to I would. I would do if it turned you on." I pulled the blanket off of us as we kicked our boxers and panties to the floor for easier access. Now it was just her in a loose tank top and me in an old t-shirt, as we melted into the super comfy blankets in the corner of that couch.
"Mmmm, look at how good he's sucking that cock, babe." She said it right into my ear now as she watched the hot porn with me, jacking my cock off the whole time. The way she spoke was so fucking sexy. "Fuck, I can't believe I'm telling you this but I think it would be really, really, REALLY hot to actually watch you giving a guy a blowjob, sweetie." She was so stupidly wet. Her pussy gushed with each new second as we explored this un-mined well of dirty talk together.
"Maybe," I moaned as I said the word. Maybe? Was I actually thinking about sucking on a cock for the first time ever? That was a crazy idea. And I was thinking about it because Maddy was so clearly and wildly turned on by the idea. And she seemed even more revved up by the fact that this video was having such an equal effect on me. "I think I'd need you to, I dunno, help me do it, or like, I don't know get me really stoned and then seduce me or something. Like, maybe you would have to make me do it." I said all of this like I was in the principal's office admitting to cheating on a test.
"Yeah? You'd want me to seduce you like this girl in the porn? Take control of you and force you to suck on a real cock? Push your lips down on your first penis, baby? Is that what you'd want?" She was so fucking sexy as she licked my chin teasingly as she said all this. She knew from the soon-to-burst cock she was jacking in her hand how absolutely fucking electric I found everything she was saying. She knew exactly how into this I was. I was close.
And now the girl and guy in the porn were sucking on the cock together. It had blended from cuckold to a decidedly bisexual MMF category.
"You want me to find a nice cock and push your head down on it and encourage you the entire time, baby? You want me to jack off a sexy cock in your mouth and make it cum? You wanna swallow some cum for me, huh dirty boy?"
Maddy jacked me off harder now and, as I watched the creamy jizz explode from the man's cock on the video all over their desperate mouths, I found that I couldn't hold back any longer from my own messy conclusion. She was driving me crazy with every single new image she created.
"Imgonnacummmm!" I moaned to her, and she leaned in to jack me off fast and firm. She talked dirty like she always did. She really was a fairly amazing composer of my craziest fantasy-driven orgasms.
"Yeah baby, cum for me and imagine that you and me were sucking that guy's dick together and letting him cum all over us, baby. Imagine me smearing his cum all over your face with my tongue. Imagine me shoving his cock back down your throat to clean him up afterwards so that you could taste all of his sticky, sweaty dick and make him nice and hard again. I want you to be a good little cocksucker for me baby, fuck! That would turn me on so much you dirty little boy. You gonna suck on a nice cock for me babyyyyy??? Huh? Tell me. Tell me how badly you wanna suck on a big, juicy cock."
And when she said all of this in these sultry, back-to-back sentences of glorious scene-building seduction, I Sistined the fucking ceiling.
"Yessssssssssssssss!" I gave in to her and orgasmed all over myself.
I came so hard that even Maddy was surprised at the amount that came out. My cum exploded out and covered her hand, my belly, chest, neck, chin, and lips.
She turned to me with big eyes and her mouth gasped open in shock at the sight. I truly had seeded my entire front yard, and she made a naughty little giggle that betrayed how turned on she still was. Maddy scooted over on top of me now and immediately brought her lips down onto my splooge covered chin. I felt her dragging her tongue through a big puddle formed in the dimple.
She immediately brought her tongue up to my own and covered me in my sticky cream. I tasted my warm, salty liquid on her lips and mouth. As she began to kiss me, she straddled my thigh and grinded against me with her naked pussy. She absolutely loved sharing my cum like this. We'd never done this exactly before, but I had tasted my cum on her lips after blowjobs in the past and I think she always secretly kind of got off on that. But here she was fully allowing her kinky side out as we snowballed my jizz.
I gagged a little from the exotic flavor of my semen, but that didn't stop her.
She did this a few more times, feeding me my cum with the scooping drag of her cute tongue as she mopped up my spunk with her mouth and made me eat every drop. My heart beat so irregularly that I felt like I could've cum again just from the teasing vibrations of such syncopated after-shakes. The entire time, she moaned against my mouth as I felt her pelvis pressing against me hard.
When the explosion of my cock had finally settled and our lips dragged lazily apart, I panted a little from the exertion. That was a cum-shot I would not soon be forgetting, and it had been brought on by our unexpected encounter with bisexual porn.
She lifted her head to look at me and I saw the huge smile spread over her face like morning sunshine.
"I came." She said in the most satisfied way. "Fuck, when we were kissing with your cum and I was grinding on you, I came really hard." I looked down to where her pussy had been riding my thigh during our cum-kiss. Her own juices leaked out onto me and I could feel her still softly rubbing against me. We were both so worked up still.
"We BOTH just came, hard." I countered, catching my breath. We just grinned at each other through our sweaty mess. WOWZER.
"So, like, did we just discover a new kink together? Is that what just happened?!" She asked me in the cutest little helping of coy meets obvious. It was so clear that my wife was jazzed from all the jizz, but she was also concealing her primal sexual glee so as to keep me cool with the hugeness of these bisexual implications.
"I dunno. . ." I sheepishly smiled back at her. I was embarrassed all of a sudden at what this revelation might say about me. I'd never even considered any such fantasy play before.
My wife had only ever known me as her totally straight man, and now our Sunday Funday had put an interesting twist on preconceived notions.
"I guess the only way for us to find out for sure would be for me to lean in again," and I felt her lean over to my ear once more, and again that seductive voice she used on me came out, low and juicy as a cantaloupe, "and start talking to you about what kind of nice, juicy, COCK, you'd like to SUCK for your incredibly sexy wife, who wants to watch you take a dick in your mouth, baby." And the second she ended this delectable sentence my penis popped back up to full-on puberty boner mode. She grabbed her hand around my hard shaft and I felt as she breathed a satisfied grin against my neck, her teeth pressing against my neck.
"MMmmmm babe, that's so hot. Look at how hard this is making you! I fucking love it. I want you to suck on a cock for me."
This fantasy had taken hold of my wife, and I was clearly in her complete control when it came to her ideal scenario. I couldn't turn back now that we'd seen behind the curtain.
"I just don't know how that would ever happen. . .I dunno. . ." I deferred to logic, but she was still holding me around my cock and she knew I was simply saying all the blustery things that a straight guy says when he has a major part of who he thought he was, challenged in the district court of erection revelation.
I smiled down at her and we made out softly as the afternoon descended into further debauchery and intimacy.
Life was very good and it was about to get even better.
***
All that next week, Maddy and I blew up each other's phones with all sorts of crazy sexts and photos.
We were always horny with each other throughout the week, but this was definitely something different. We had opened up another door which featured some very scary and very new kinks, and yet, we were absolutely enthralled by it all. We had become like 18-year-old horn-dogs with each other all over again.
The topic stayed true to our porn discovery from a week prior. Conversations mostly revolved around us bringing another guy into our bedroom.
She was absolutely obsessed with the idea of me sucking on a cock, and she'd send me constant texts of GIF's or pictures of things that turned her on, particularly of scenes out of bi MMF threesomes where the guy and girl were sucking on a cock together, or where a girl was pushing a guy's head down onto a thick cock. I was constantly hard at work and there was even one particular day where I had to jack off in my office due to the naughty things she'd been sending me all morning.
Over the course of that week, we fucked every day, and without fail, the main attraction of our sex talk always ended up with her diverting the conversation over to me being blindfolded or maybe, tied up while she brought a hot cock into the room.
We'd get home every day and after dinner and a few beers, we knew where things were headed.
Maddy would bring the bong over to the bed and we'd begin a long, slow edging of each other where the main topic of conversation would inevitably end up centered around the type of cock we wanted to suck on together.
I think that was the thing that turned me on the most—not just the idea of doing something with another guy (which I definitely was curious about), but actually experimenting with something so unexpected—something I would've never possibly imagined myself doing. It was exciting, all the more so because she was the one who seemed to be leading us.
The general gist of our orgasms centered around this shared fellatio. I didn't think I'd be able to go any further with a guy and my wife was totally fine with that.
Next we had to figure out how on earth to bring a guy into our beds in the first place. We didn't really have any gay or bisexual friends who weren't in a current relationship setup that we could think of as possible candidates.
"What about we try the dating apps?" She said to me that next Friday night, as we washed each other's bodies in the shower.
Maddy and I had never really used any of the apps before we'd gotten together and the idea hadn't been the first one to come to our minds because of that. But now that she suggested it the idea sounded exciting and immediately sexy.
"Ohhh! Huh." I said to her. It was so crazy and yet, it was absolutely the best idea.
All I knew about these apps was what every hack comedian or mainstream TV viewer knew about them. There were various versions full of stupidly horny people having lots of crazy sex or one-night stands or something along those lines. I don't know why I had such an idea in my head of leather biker dudes and various other stupid preconceived notions regarding the app we ended up using, but well, ya know?
"Yeah, I know, it sounds crazy right?" She said to me, reaching for my cock with her soapy hand as we spoke just outside of the spray. "We could find an anonymous guy that you'll feel more comfortable playing with I think. . . if I'm reading you right, that would probably be your preference, yeah babe?" She ran her hand over my soapy cock as she soothed me with her sexy analysis of where my spinning thoughts were currently swirling. It was so loving and seductive.
I beamed at her and kissed her. "Yeah, I'd probably be more into someone completely anonymous for this, you're totally right. Well, we could certainly download it and play around with it and see what kinda results we get, yeah? Doesn't hurt to try."
"Wanna try it tonight?" She asked me, looking like she was contemplating sneaking out of the house after the parents were in bed.
I nodded at her as I tried to contain my growing excitement. She was impossible not to follow down whatever fun path she wanted. She was so stinking cute that it made her crazy-sexy-kinky all the more delicious.
I was nervous.
She knew.
"It's okay baby. . .we'll just play around with the Apps and see how we feel about things, okay?" She leaned in and kissed me again. "I just absolutely love how kinky you're being for me, it's such a big turn on. You seriously have no fucking clue how hot I think all of this is. I'm really digging how naughty you're being with me. I love it so much."
I felt my cock pulse as she accessed that same vein of dirty talk. Once again, she could tell that the invisible string she had discovered tied to the base of my cock was still firmly wrapped around her every syllable.
We were back in our apartment later that night after some barhopping in the downtown area where we lived.
She was tipsy. I was tipsy. We brought a couple of tall beers over to one of the corners of our very comfy couch sanctuary. Once we were settled in, she took out her phone and started the process of building us a profile on the main gay sex app. I flipped through channels and put a baseball game on mute and then turned some music on for us.
We decided to call ourselves 'Curious Couple' and she typed out a harmless and flirtatious bio explaining that we were married but interested in sucking on a cock together. I got hard as I watched her carefully select each word:
'My Husband wants to experience having a real cock in his mouth and I want to watch and probably join in.'
We were looking for a guy under the age of 45 although even I thought that might be kind of old. She also listed our profile preference as 'Bottom' and I got a little chill reading that.
"What would our ideal guy be like? What would he look like?" She asked me consecutively, and we talked about how it'd be good to find a guy in a similar age range as us—someone we could get drinks with beforehand to ease any fears we might have about having a random hookup.
Then Maddy really took control. She stood us up and took numerous pictures of our lower bodies as we posed together so that our faces were out of frame but that you could still see our general fitness level and body types.
We immediately got a ton of responses because you could tell that my wife and I were both fairly attractive, or if nothing else, fun. I didn't slouch when it came to keeping my lean muscle in check and she was an absolute sexpot to any guy that took a second look at her.
She laughed out loud at the amount of immediate messages and taps we got back on the app. The phone buzzed to life as all sorts of types with all sorts of cocks flooded our inbox with horny offers and boner feats of prowess.
"Wow, this is pretty great. We're a hit apparently." She smiled. I was amazed, but she was definitely right. I still couldn't believe we were doing this. It felt so wild.
Within an hour of browsing we had found four or five potential candidates, but none that seemed to dot all of our T's or cross all of our I's.
Then we got a random message from a guy with a similarly blurred face photo, but his muscular frame was still noticeable in his jeans and t-shirt. He looked like a fairly normal, in-shape dude, maybe a couple inches taller than me.
The only thing we were unsure of was the age. He was thirty-eight, a full thirteen years older than Maddy and I.
"Hmmm, should we ask him to send us a picture?" she asked simply, and that seemed reasonable.
He quickly agreed and immediately sent us a picture message but it was not the one we were expecting.
The photo that popped up was a penis that looked like it had been painted in real-time by Gustav Courbet.
It was perfect.
It was thick and juicy and perfect and it hung down onto a big pillow like the sausage that the butcher places at the very center of his weekend top-cuts window. I think Maddy saw my mouth drop open a little, but then, so did hers. She nudged me in the ribs as she giggled at the mouthwatering display.
"Wow! I was expecting a face pic! But this is good too!" She said dreamily.
"That is...that is a fucking cock," I uttered appreciatively, my words almost catching on the sudden lump in my throat.
"Yeah," she agreed, and I could hear the buzzing excitement in her voice. "Can you imagine putting that in your mouth, baby?" I felt my cock harden when she said that.
She grabbed the phone and messaged back: "Wow, that is a really nice fucking cock. Okay well, you've definitely checked off that box for us. Could we see what your face looks like too?" She included a little devil emoji at the end of her message, keeping the convo zesty and moving. We definitely were going to be very picky with what we were looking for, but the field had been primed by his gorgeous member. Now we just hoped that we both thought he was a good-looking guy to boot.
The phone buzzed again and another message came in.
My wife gasped.
"What?" I asked.
She held the phone up closer to her face, and I saw as her fingers dragged the photo into zoom. She thrust the phone into my hand.
"OH MY GOD! Isn't that?" She turned her head to look at the wall of our apartment, or more specifically, to the space beyond the wall.
"Oh, fuck. . .I think it is."
The man was immediately recognizable. He was a ruggedly attractive salt-and-pepper gent whom we'd seen plenty of times over the past year because, as it turned out, he was the neighbor who had moved in next door to us just twelve months prior.
The apartment building was arranged in a giant square featuring two stories—the type of mid 50's design that had been updated some time in the last 20 years to meet the times. Our upstairs corner unit had two neighboring apartments on either side of us. His had only been vacant for a week when he'd begun the move-in process.
We'd never actually spoken to him other than the occasional "hello" in the hallway when we passed by, or similarly down by the mailbox or on the flight of stairs, but he was a favorite source of Maddy's teasing with me due to her obvious attraction to him—that and the exasperated sighs it would always bring from me whenever she was feeling particularly appreciative of his body from our window.
We'd both noticed him the day he moved in because it was a scorching hot day in August and he'd elected to move most of his boxes and furniture sans t-shirt.
Maddy and I had been lounging around in our breakfast nook eating cereal when we'd seen him that first time. He looked like a slightly older fight club Brad Pitt, though perhaps not quite so attractive—just that body. She immediately interrupted me with a sound that could best be described as a curious cat meowing towards the scene.
She practically purred up against the window as she drank in this silver fox exiting the parked U-Haul down on the street, with a vintage record player under one arm.
I reluctantly agreed of course. The dude was like a bearded Michael Fassbender with darker features and the toned body to match. He was the type of guy that even a straight guy could admit was hot as fuck if they saw them in public.
His comings and goings were a running joke between us for the rest of that day, as he became sweatier and seemingly more muscular with each new box he lifted. From that day forward the attraction my wife carried for him was obvious any time she got an opportunity to mention she had bumped into him in the hallway or seen him in various states of undress when he worked out. It was one of her favorite things to torture me with. She'd walk inside our apartment and tell me she was wet because she'd just spoken with the neighbor in the hallway or he'd helped her bring in a couple grocery bags from the first floor and she'd ogled him the entire time.
He would often go on these long runs and do his stretches afterwards in the front courtyard of the apartment complex, which completely drove her crazy. Or he'd just generally catch my wife's eye if he was leaving particularly dressed up or particularly dressed down for that matter.
I never really minded it. We all had our fantasies and I was glad she was able to eye-fuck something on such a regular basis that always riled her up. Everyone deserved a hot neighbor at least once over the course of their lifetime—that would be one of my constitutional amendments if I had a crack at the thing.
It blew us both away to see him on this popular gay sex app. We knew he was single, but we had only ever seen him bringing home attractive girls for overnight stays at his place. We couldn't recall ever seeing any guys exiting from his door in the morning with that rumpled look of after-morning sex dishevelment. But we had seen plenty of girls leaving his place, and always they had the same kind of sleepy grins painted onto their lips when they left.
"I had no idea he was, like. . .ya know?" She said, studying the picture with careful breaths.
"Yeah, but then again, look at us! Who knows what his sexual preferences actually are." I smiled at her and she smiled back at me.
"I mean, you do think he's attractive, right? It's not just me?" She bit her lip now, like she was asking me to play with a fun new neighbor k** or something.
"I'mmmm uh. . ." I looked at that photo for a long moment, fully considering the option, "I'm. . .not sure I wanna do this with the neighbor. . .cuz if I don't end up liking it, it would be super awkward to live next door to someone who we had this failed sexual experiment with, right? Like, anytime we saw him in the hallway it would be so terrible, right?"
We both agreed that it was for the best that we didn't respond, although I could sense the tiny disappointment in Maddy. After a little more unsuccessful browsing, we gave up for the night.
But now we both knew something about our neighbor, and the fantasy of cock certainly hadn't gone away for either of us.
***
I could sense how antsy she was that following week. There was just something that felt very static—like little pops going off all the time—the interesting circuitry of unfinished business in the AM/EFF'UM radio waves.
And then fate decided to step in and give me a little bit of a push.
Fucking fate every time, ya know?
It was that very next week in fact; Maddy was heading out of town to visit her mom and sister a county over for a girl's weekend, and I'd have the apartment all to myself. I'd already planned on going on a nice, long run, before staying in to get high, drink some beer, watch some sports and movies, and then fall asleep wherever I wanted. And then I planned to sleep in and start the process all over again that next day. Oh, and, obviously, I planned to jack off to as much porn as I wanted. Maddy knew this of course, and she made fun of me that entire week for knowing me as well as she knew me.
"Should I pick you up a bigger bottle of tissues and lotion for your jack-off-a-thon?" She'd razzed me and I'd laughed...but then, well I mean of course she was absolutely right. I was going to watch a bunch of porn and get stoned and jack off a bunch.
I'd gotten into my running stuff that Friday and taken a nice hit from my bong before heading outside. I loved working out high just as much as I loved having sex high. I was just coming down the stairs when I saw Mr. Hot-Older-Neighbor doing some stretching out in front of our building.
He was wearing a pair of grey compression running shorts with drawstring and darker olive Nike running shoes and that was it. He really was a very attractive man—my young wife wasn't exaggerating in her constant fawning over him.
As I walked outside I immediately felt a lump in my throat as he saw me. He smiled the way he usually would whenever he saw Maddy or I around the complex—he oozed familiarity and sense of self.
"Hey, how's it going. . .Bobby right?" He asked cordially. He was stretching a muscled leg behind his back, and I couldn't help but notice how his lower body filled out the running shorts and accentuated just about everything.
"Yeah, and I'm sorry, what was your name again?" I asked, taking in his whole frame.
"Tom," he smiled at me like a friend.
And then there was his abs. He had fucking abs. I made sure my eyes were always zigging past him so as not to be caught lingering and playing xylophone with my apt pupils. I couldn't believe I was actually checking out a guy to begin with. What had come over me?
"It's going great, you about to head out on a run?" I asked, making small talk while I did my own stretching. I thought he sort of took me in with his eyes as I did this, but I couldn't quite tell. He was just a very focused person in general.
"Yep. . .hey, you maybe wanna run together?" He asked suddenly, as if he'd just had the thought. "I usually just put the headphones in and zone out but I wouldn't mind having a partner for a change."
I think I almost smiled a little. I was nervous for some reason. He had such a dominant and yet soft sort of way about him. I wouldn't usually just go running with a relative stranger, but all of a sudden it seemed like a fairly fun idea. He seemed like a pretty normal, likable guy, despite our age difference (which I knew from the sex app), though he of course didn't know that I knew that. It was worth saying yes for the subterfuge alone.
"Sure, yeah, why the hell not?"
And like that, we were off.
I found out pretty quickly that his last name Albright and that he worked for a national airline flying around and doing trainings for new staff. He had started as a pilot, but had actually risen up the ranks over the years to this far more desirable position that paid better, with far fewer health risks and much preferred working hours. He loved the job and it allowed him a fairly comfortable lifestyle. He was never married though there was a failed engagement from his early 30's.
He asked all about me and also about Maddy and soon we were thick as thieves. A couple of miles in and the pot had done wonders because I still couldn't feel a thing in my various trouble muscles. He also seemed to be having zero issues and his physique showed just how much he did this sort of thing.
"Ugh, I'm so glad I took a hit before I left the apartment." I said rather candidly near the end of mile three. He bust up laughing as we turned a corner and continued up a hill. I asked him what was so funny and he admitted that he had also taken a big drag off his weed pen like he always did right before any of his longer cardio days.
"So we're both high right now?" I laughed. We apparently had more in common than we even realized.
"Yep!" He looked at me as we kept a good pace trudging up the hill together. We laughed again.
The last two miles of the jaunt were filled with an even stronger camaraderie. We were pacing each other through a cute neighborhood with lots of overgrown trees that was nearby to our apartment. We talked about some of our sports and hobbies and various other male-driven interests. At one point we covered his single status and how he preferred this lifestyle for his own sexual proclivities. I blushed a little as he explained that he was the kind of guy who was just really horny all the time and it was just so much easier to be single and have all of his options open. We even talked about some of the attractive women I'd seen entering and exiting his apartment at various times of the day. He got a laugh out of that.
All of this was amazing because clearly he had no idea that I knew about his presence on the gay sex app. Was it just him fucking around, perhaps? Did he really meet guys, or was it mostly based on him looking for something like Maddy and I were doing. I wanted to ask so many things, but also didn't want him to know that I in any way knew he was on that app, because then I'd have to explain some things myself, obviously.
We sprinted the last two hundred yards after he dared me to do exactly that.
We both burst into the courtyard of the apartment one right after the other, both of us showing off our past athletic pedigrees in an unusual opportunity for male competition. It was sexy in the most unexpected way.
We huffed and puffed and gave each other an impressed high five.
We did some stretching in the setting sun outside and then both headed back into the apartment hallway towards are doors. Both of us were completely soaked through with sweat.
Just as he approached his door, which came first in the hallway, we turned as if to say goodbye, but then he seemed to get an idea.
"Hey, do you want to maybe have a beer and watch TV or something?" He asked innocently enough. I had already told him on our run that the girlfriend was away for the weekend and that I planned to do nothing but veg out and relax so he knew I was free. I said yes almost instantly.
We headed over to his place and he grabbed me a clean towel so that I could wash my face and wipe down some sweat. I came out from the bathroom, and he took his turn as well.
When we both a little less messy we reconvened.
He cracked open a couple of beers and we hung out in the kitchen/dining-space of his apartment. I noticed that his unit seemed to have a larger floorplan than Maddy's and mine. It also had far more of the trappings of a classic bachelor pad, though for a guy who had clearly grown up a little. I was a little jealous as I saw all the various modicums of comfort that a single guy could surround himself with. The TV area alone was something to be desired. There were more earth tones and less floral patterns, that was for sure.
We stood in the kitchen chugging down our first lager in that post-run, endorphin-sponsored bliss.
He had clicked on ESPN on the way in but we'd stayed in the kitchen with him leaning against the sink, and me sitting at a nearby table on a turned out chair as we talked just a few feet away from each other. There was such an instant ease about him. It was truly nice to interact with such a well-spoken and intelligent guy, and there was something that made it even more invigorating knowing that he was a little older than me. He wasn't quite a father figure, but there was something impressive about him in that sort of way. I couldn't put my finger on it yet.
"You wanna smoke?" he asked, as he pulled out his pen from a nearby drawer.
"Oh my God, YES. I thought you'd never ask." I said to him, immediately game. I loved taking a nice long toke (or seven) after going on a really satisfying run. The earlier high had already worn off in the nexus of comedown and muscle vibration. The new influx of heady dankification was more than welcomed into my stretched, sinewy strands.
I immediately relaxed again and after he and I had passed the pen back five or six times, I was way more stoned than I had meant to be—those fucking pens could sneak up on you. I was in an absolute happy cloud. We both laughed at our conjoined high and became boyishly exuberant about just about everything.
Everything was funny or interesting or engaging. We talked about everything—our various teams and jobs and shows and movies that we liked. I was so glad I had agreed to hang out with him. My earlier nervousness had completely dissipated as we discovered just how many different interests and passions we shared. We even talked about our sex life. I mentioned how kinky and horny Maddy and I liked to be and how awesome the sex was in our young marriage. He was immediately drawn in by this topic.
"So, what type of kinky stuff do you guys get up to? I love talking about this kind of stuff. Come on, let me live vicariously through the world of hot marital sex!" He joked excitedly, as he opened us both another beer and we clinked bottles, before he returned to lean back on the counter opposite me.
I felt suddenly sillier and for some reason, very excited to tell him about my sex life. "Well, we do role-play and toys and porn and lots of really nasty dirty talk." As I talked I absentmindedly stared at the abs just above Tom's crotch. I was too high to be subtle was the problem and he was just standing there in nothing but those small running shorts (we had shucked our socks and shoes at the door on the way in on his suggestion).
I saw Tom shift his boxers through his shorts a little as I spoke and I thought I could see the outline of his cock a little more than before. It was hard to miss.
"Does Maddy like girls at all?" He asked, and I realized that we were both getting turned on talking about my sexy wife now because my marijuana cock was getting hard in my shorts too. Thank god I had a t-shirt to do some hiding in my chair.
"Yes," I replied, "she is fucking amazing. . .she has all sorts of lesbian fantasies she wants to try. We talk about it all the time. She loves watching videos of girls sixty-nining or even just girls making out turns her on a lot , it's like one of her biggest fantasies."
"You are a lucky fucking bastard," he said, and he reached over to clink our glasses in the air. I took a big gulp and realized he was definitely hard in his shorts now.
We both paused for a moment and just drank a sip of our beer, one of those awkward pauses in conversation hanging between us.
"And what about you?" He asked me now.
"What about me?" My heart starting beating faster as I repeated his question with a perplexed look.
"What's your biggest fantasy?" He asked me, and he sipped his beer. I stared at him, almost startled at his sudden change in demeanor. Hunting season felt like it had started.
"Ummm. . .hmmm. . ." I looked at him as if I was trying to figure out how to play this. He wasn't going to wait for me to pull the eject lever.
"Do you ever play with guys?" He looked right at me and I saw his hand come over to the front of his tight running shorts to rub the outline of something coming out of hibernation.
I couldn't believe he had just asked me that and then grabbed his cock so blatantly. I couldn't believe that I didn't know what to say to him. My heart was thumping like hail on sheet roof.
"I. . .I've never. . .ummm," those were the mangled words that I managed to get out of my mouth. Was he trying something here or was he just making conversation? I was suddenly stricken dumb with the most exciting fear.
He set the beer down on the counter and I watched as he started to undo the drawstring on his shorts. He stared at me the whole time. He pulled them down, and then he pushed his boxers down with them to his mid-thigh. That gorgeous cock which I had already seen on Maddy's phone, flopped out at me, sweaty and hard and juicy as a fucking filet mignon. I couldn't breathe.
I looked at him and he subtly smiled at me. He saw me take a very shallow breath that came back out in pieces. He could tell how nervous I was. I was shaking. I watched as he picked his beer back up and walked the few steps that separated us, his hard cock flopping up and down a little as he walked.
He stood right in front of my chair so that his crotch was level with my face.
I need you to fully understand how paralyzed I was with every possible emotion.
This fucking dreamboat of an older fuck stud was standing next to my chair in his kitchen with this erect cock bulging upward with a beautiful banana curl. Veins bulged down both sides, and the smallest glisten of sudsy precum dripped down his slit and helmet and glazed his dick like a Thomas Kinkade. In his left hand he held his cold beer, and in his right hand he grabbed the base of his shaft and slowly began to jack himself in my direction.
My eyes glided up his gorgeous abs like backwards mogul skiers, and then up to his scruffy chest. His pecs were still sweaty and he breathed in and out slowly, his muscles still decompressing from the recent exertion.
"Do you know the funny thing about using certain sex apps?" He said, never taking his eyes away from my own wide-eyed expression. My heart beat ever faster now—a bump stock rattling out nervously from my ribcage.
I couldn't say anything. How did he know?
"The funny thing is that sometimes you can tell where someone is thanks to the number of feet away the app says that they are." I gulped like a guilty schoolboy when he said this. How did I not think of that? The app showed the various distances of nearby profiles to help with convenient hookups.
"And I recently made a very fun discovery."
I was so fucking caught. My mouth was in the cookie jar.
I was also rock-hard in my running shorts.
"You see, I was talking to this very sexy couple the other day—apparently the wife wanted to watch her husband suck on a cock and even, suck on a cock together with him. I thought that seemed like a VERY hot idea. Two sexy mouths both worshipping my cock together—I was VERY intrigued. Here's the crazy thing. . .the app said that they were only twenty-five feet away from my location. That's how close they were." My mouth was so dry as he kept going with this familiar narrative. He moved his large hand over his sexy cock the entire time he spoke to me. I was listening to his story, but I was staring at his dick with increased vigor as he rubbed his hand up and down his length.
I felt like Mowgli entranced in the jungle by the power of this slithering Kaa. His pheromones d****d slowly over me like humidity.
"Now, there's only four other apartments close enough to possibly be the location of this profile I was flirting with, and none of those apartments currently have an attractive couple living in them; except of course, for my next door neighbors—the sexiest, young couple that I've seen living in this entire building."
He stepped over the sides of my chair now so that his legs were straddling the outside of my own. I looked up at him as he finished the beer and placed it on the table behind me, a small drop of condensation from the bottle dripping onto my neck in the process. I could smell his sweat all around me. It was powerful. He was. . .powerful.
He brought his hand back from the table and placed it on the side of my face. I didn't stop him. I was so turned on.
His hand was muscular and there was a roughness to his skin that was so different than anything I'd experienced. The topography of his skin was marvelous.
He held the side of my cheek and chin softly, and then I felt his thumb rubbing over the outside corner of my lips. I shuddered as he brought it further in and pushed it past my hardly protesting mouth. He paused for just a moment, just holding his thumb between my half-open lips, and then I felt my tongue reach out to suck on his finger. I closed my lips around him.
I was sucking on his finger, with his cock just an inch away behind his hand.
I looked up at him while I sucked on his thumb even as he started to push it slowly in and out of my mouth. He was lightly fucking my lips now with his thumb and then another finger, and then another. He had his middle finger and his pointer in my mouth, lightly fingering in the simulation of what was to come. I was completely on fire. I sucked on his fingers longingly, as I began to moan whenever he pulled them too far out.
I was staring into his eyes and I could see the control he already displayed over me.
He pulled his thumb all the way out of my mouth with a pop and I almost whimpered. He took his hand and ran it through my hair, grabbing the back of my head now. He pulled me forward and I'd never been so excited in my life as I saw him pushing his amazing cock directly towards my wet and puffy lips.
I was about to suck on my first cock and my own penis was throbbing with horny need through my own bunched up running shorts.
I grabbed his cock with both of my hands suddenly because I was so nervous and I needed to hold his cock already and I needed to show him how fucking horny he'd made me. I rubbed it all over my lips. His soft, spongy head coated my lips with precum. I could taste his salty sperm for the first time and I was already fucking addicted.
I opened my lips further and took a penis in my mouth for the first time. Softly, taking my time, I pushed my lips further down around his shaft. I was determined to get as much of him into my mouth as I could. I wanted it. I wanted to suck on his cock so fucking badly.
Like, holy fuck. I WANTED his cock in my mouth. I'm was literally sucking a hot, older guy's cock and I wanted him to see how fucking slutty I felt for his cock in that moment. It was all-consuming.
I held the base of his dick while I did this, like a drunk person trying to keep a popsicle in the proper positioning for maximum pleasure.
He slowly began to fuck my mouth while I sucked, tightly milking his tip. Small lunges of his hips continued to move forward as I made dedicated moans on his first three inches. I massaged the bottom half of his cock and gently squeezed his scrotum. I did every possible thing I've ever experienced from all the girls that have ever given me life-changing blowjobs. I wanted him to feel so good. I wanted to make his cock feel incredible.
I was giddy horny.
The next ten minutes were spent like this. With me sloppily and passionately sucking on a guy for the very first time ever and with him shoving more and more of his cock down my throat as I did my best to open up my throat for him.
I wanted him to cum. I started to think about that—about him cumming in my mouth—about what it would taste like. I think he could tell this by the way I sucked. His cock started throbbing in my mouth like a restaurant "Your table is ready" pager.
"Do you want me to cum in your mouth, Bobby?"
"Yesss." I groaned to him, shoving his cock quickly back down my throat as I kept up my slutty bobbing.
"Why don't we go take a shower and you can show me how well you swallow my cum." He pulls me up suddenly and his dick pops out of my mouth. I miss it immediately. I try to push forward to grab it with my lips but he stands me all the way up. Our bodies are heaving with desire.
He grabs my hand and pulls me along to the shower in his bedroom. He closes the door behind us and he reaches in to turn the steaming hot water all the way on to get going faster.
After he's kicked his clothes all the way off and is naked, he walks up to me and rips my own shorts and boxers down my legs as I step out of them. He pushes me past the glass door and into the first scalding sprays of the shower. I can't believe I'm naked with another guy as she shuts the door and traps us in the billowing heat.
The water immediately begins to feel amazing through the mixed endorphin high of the run and the heady high of the weed and the sexual high of having just had a cock in my mouth. He rubs his penis against my own in the spray as we press against each other's muscular frames. It feels crazy to have another hard cock rubbing against my own like this.
I'm covered in goosebumps as my body adjusts to various degrees of pleasure and excitement that I'm experiencing for the first time.
He leans down to grab his body wash and he squirts a very large glob out onto both of his hands and suddenly his slippery fingers are gliding all over us as he jacks us off together.
I feel fully enveloped in his direction and control. I can't believe I'm doing any of this with another guy but I'm having so much fucking fun.
He washes me everywhere—my chest, my neck, my back, my legs, my feet, my thighs, my cock, my ass. MY ASS.
He lingers on my crotch and begins to stroke me with one hand while his other squeezes my cheek. I tremble in his slippery grip as he glides the body wash over my shaft and tickles the tip of my helmet, his fingers running soapy circles over my sensitive slit.
He turns me around now and I do as he says. Then he presses me against the wall as I feel his entire body against me.
He washes my back now fully—marvelous, kneading massages of his hands against all of my tightest muscles as I ooze with relief.
I feel him press up against me from behind. The hot water and the soap and his probing fingers all feel amazing against my nervous body.
And his cock. Oh my God does his cock feel sexy up against me. It feels hot and hard on my ass.
Holy fuck, on my ass? His cock is pressed UP AGAINST MY ASS?! I freak out for just a second but he holds me in place and continues to relax me everywhere.
I feel his cock line up with my butt crack. He washes my round cheeks with his full hands now, still rubbing me in all the best ways. His hands feel brilliant on my aching buns, and I practically beg for more as he kneads out old knots across my tush. This whole thing is so fucking unbelievable. I can't believe this vulnerable experience I'm having with another guy.
My fantasy had always involved sucking on a cock. I hadn't really ever considered anything beyond that. But it all felt so good. Everything.
I suddenly realized how exposed I was like this. His cock had nestled in the middle of my round ass. I felt him massaging my aching butt cheeks with so much dedication and I couldn't help but moan from how good it felt. I kept so much stress in my ass. My entire body was brimming with pleasurable ripples as he rubbed me.
And then I felt him slide his cock up against my hole for the first time and a whole lot more thoughts zoomed through my mind like multiple universes being revealed in the first viewing through the James Webb Space Telescope.
I opened my mouth and literally pressed it softly against the tiles of his shower. The sensitive skin of my anus made my own dick tremble from the sensation of a cock touching that foreign part of my body for the first time.
He slid his penis up and down my spread ass and especially against my sensitive ring, sandwiching his manhood there and allowing my asshole to feel every inch of his Diamondback as it slithered by seductively and rubbed along the outer edge of my opening. My anal ring was a fucking dog track for his Mastiff of a dick.
Fuckkkkkk.
That's what I was thinking. The weed high, the post-exercise bliss and the buildup up that previous weeks foreplay and sex talk with Maddy. The still-fresh taste of his pre-cum in my mouth. Everything had led me to this moment.
Was he going to fuck me?
I pushed my ass back against his cock for the first time.
This was consent. This was me telling him I was interested, or at least, I was curious in him continuing to rub his cock against me.
Whoa. I couldn't believe that's what I wanted.
Whoa, fucking, whoa.
I wanted him inside me.
He grabbed the body wash and splooged another giant dollop onto the very top of my waterfall ledge of an ass. It ran down into my crack and over my hole like cheap lubricant. I could feel how slippery-wet I was down there as he continued massaging my butt with his strong hands and sliding his cock through my cheeks
He leaned in further now and I could feel his face right behind my neck. He kissed my hairline.
"Do you know what I really enjoy doing?" He continued his torturous tease of my lubed asshole with his medieval helmet of a cockhead. I rolled my ass back against him like I'd felt my wife do for me a thousand times. His tip kept bumping against my winking opening and I would hold my breath whenever it did so, as we slowly writhed our bodies together in that hot spray.
"I really enjoy seducing straight guys, and I really, REALLY enjoy showing them how good it feels to experience another man's cock sliding into their ass for the very first time. There is nothing more satisfying than giving a straight guy his. . .Very. First. Fuck."
"Mmmmmmmmmm," I moaned when he said that, because with each carefully chosen word he spread my ass and pushed the tip of his dick, prodding my hole for entrance.
It felt like he had dumped an entire bottle of body wash out onto his cock and down my ass-crack. I was as slippery and lathered as the Tin-Man at a WD-40 Bukkake Party.
"So, here's the thing Bobby, what I need you to tell me is. . .do you want me to take your virginity? I need to hear you say it. I need to hear you tell me that you want me to pop your naughty, little ass cherry." He kissed the skin behind my ear when he asked that, like he was geo-locating my every-popping Champagne bubble pleasure receptor.
"Ughmmmmm," I moaned from his words in a pained sort of way. I was still resting on the edge of all of this—Humpty Dumpty precariously resting on the edge of remaining whole versus wanting to be smashed into a million pieces. I had been obsessed with the idea of sucking cock, and I had just found out that I LOVED sucking cock. But I had never dreamed of the idea of going all the way with a guy. But here he was, his helmet almost inside of me, asking for my consent, asking for me to give him my ass. My very first cock.
I moaned the word "Yes" to him and I couldn't help but sound submissive when I did so.
And then he popped his helmet into me, like a lock turning a key. I moaned as I reached back with my arms to hold his hips in place. My cock felt like a submarine volcano as it throbbed against the forest green tiles of his shower. Water streamed down our bodies as he held himself steady inside me.
"I need you to tell me that you want it Bobby. I need to hear you say that you want this cock all the way inside you." He pulled my head back as he grabbed my neck with his strong, right hand. His lips were so close to mine now. I had never had a guy's lips so available to me like this. His left hand pulled and massaged my left butt cheek as he continued to spread me wide.
"Yesssss," and as I said this, I pushed my ass back towards him fully.
I couldn't resist this anymore. I had to admit the insanely crazy truth. I wanted him to slide his cock all the way into me. I was so seduced by him in that moment. He had completely taken over.
He pressed his lips up to mine as the shaft of his cock began to slowly slide into my slippery buns like with that first sloshy thrust. His penis easily entered me due to the huge mess of body wash covering us.
I felt his tongue exploring my mouth as my ass got used to a cock for the first time ever. He kissed my lips with his own juicy mouth, demanding my passionate attention. It was painful and wonderful all at once. I wanted to stop, the pain was so sharp, but I also wanted to be strong and experience what it was actually like to be fucked by another guy like this. I needed to feel the pain for it to be real. I knew this. Pleasure was complicated.
He fucked me softly with the first half of his cock. He let me feel the amazing pinpricks of anal pleasure even as my ass struggled to sustain the stretching from his fat shaft. He talked to me the entire time, saying the sexiest things I could've ever imagined. His dirty talk helped me relax as my ass continued to get used to the feeling of being fucked for the first time.
"You like that cock, don't you naughty boy?" I moaned out loud when he said that. There was something really hot about him calling me "boy", designating our age difference. There was definitely something to that dynamic that hung in those words. I loved it. Fuck, I was so hard for him.
He kept on fucking me slowly, firmly.
"Yussss," I moaned back to him as we came in and out of our make-out session while he thrust. I was really beginning to enjoy the four inches he was fucking me with now. I was getting more into it, leaving some of the pain behind as the pleasure bloomed out of me and announced how much further he could go.
He definitely noticed that I was moving my ass back against his crotch now. He could tell that I was becoming more submissive, more intuitive to his dominating nature of me. I was giving into him.
I think he also saw the way my body seemed to electrify when he started being more verbal. The naughtier he spoke to me, the more my body responded. He was picking up on all of the clues I never even knew I gave off.
"You like the way I fuck you, don't you slut?" He pushed the rest of his cock slowly into me. I would later learn that he was the type of seven inches that girls had been craving since the last stages of evolution were completed. His cock was so fucking good I couldn't even believe it.
His curve bent into my prostate and I moaned loudly against a line of grout between the tiles on the wall.
"FUUUGGHHHH!" I felt my ass curl upwards and back, as I came up on my tippy toes for the first time, attempting to quantify where I fell in that insane line between Urrgghh and Wowwww—when you want one scream that can describe two competing and yet, intertwined emotions. I was becoming a sexual, Edvard Munch protagonist.
"Ahhh, yes, THERE is Daddy's little slut." He said, recognizing my shift. "There. He. Is." And he rocked against me, not sliding out, but rather, allowing his impressive pole to flex inside me, as he knowledgably broke down every remaining resistance of my previously conceived sexual identity. All seven inches seemed to pulse against my tightly stretched anal walls, making me feel so sexy in the process.
He had called himself 'Daddy.' I'd never fantasized about having anal sex, and I'd certainly never fantasized about the idea of someone being my Daddy. . .SMACCCKKKKK!
He spanked my ass all of a sudden. I moaned loudly again and forgot what I'd been contemplating. My ass stung and yet, my butt wiggled on his cock and that my own cock drizzle pre-cum again. Fuck, this was incredible.
He pulled out a little and pushed back in with a firm rocking.
"Fuuuckkk, uggghhh, MMmmm, FUCCKKK." I moaned again and again. Holy shit, I was so horny for him.
"You like Daddy's cock?" He asked me now. And I couldn't have lied to him even if I wanted to.
The truth was so fucking sexy to me in that moment. I giggle-whimpered as I leaned back to him and kissed him softly before replying to his question.
"Yessssss." I moaned, so utterly turned on.
"You like feeling my big cock taking your anal virginity? You like having your ass stretched for the first time by your Daddy's perfect cock?"
There was that word again. It should've turned me off I thought. And yet, every time he used it I felt my ass practically tremble on his penis.
"Yessss, Daddddyyyy." I moaned for him so openly and he began to fuck me harder now because he knew I was ready.
I had said the fucking word. I had called him "Daddy." I didn't actually have any sort of Daddy fantasy per se, but it was the admission of my want to play a role for him. I wanted to be that kind of slut for him in this moment. The dirtier he made me feel, the more determined I was to fulfilling that casting. I was so fucking dedicated to him in that moment as our skin steamed together under the hot water while he pounded me.
He held my hips and fucked me from behind in that shower like a really good fucking Gonzo porno. It wasn't too fast or frenzied, but it was exactly the type of erotica that Maddy and I usually orgasmed to when browsing for a really great scene to watch.
I moaned like so many sluts I had watched in porn movies moaned when they were pushed up against a shower wall and firmly taken by a stud who knew the type of fucking they needed.
He fucked me and we made out and I moaned into his mouth and I especially moaned any time he called me a "slut" or called himself my "Daddy" and it made me feel even more submissive for him and it made me feel even more like I needed to please him and do whatever he told me to do and being able to give up that kind of control was one of the most powerful concepts I had ever arrived at naturally and I know that all of this was a run-on sentence but so was the explosion of mental sex gymnastics that my brain was doing as all of this was going on. This was the grandest accident—carnal Penicillin to the disease of what I'd been missing.
I had only been interested in sucking on a cock with Maddy. There was never any talk between us about me being fucked by a cock. That wasn't even a possibility I had considered. And now my neighbor was sliding his bareback behemoth into my horny butthole while I savored every minute of my first time with a guy. What a fucking wild idea the whole thing was. I wished that I could have a tape of this as it happened so that I could watch it all back later. Oh, to have been a fly on that wall, watching this guy-on-guy up against that same wall. My. Oh. My. The splish-splash of each slapping pound was the most amazing thing I'd ever listened to, and I'd pounded some sexy lady ass in my day.
Fuck, I was definitely still high, too. I felt silly from how good this sex was. Like, I was playfully silly. I wondered if the weed was helping me deal with the pain of my first time.
The wet slap of his hips against my ass in the shower began to sound more ravenous and I realized the longer we fucked that the pain in my bottom had completely disappeared.
What replaced it was something in the pleasurable potassium nitrate category. I bounced back on him like some sort of desperate sex fiend. I was under the power of some very forbidden magic. I wanted all of him inside me, and I wanted it so very much. My ass became greasier and greasier as we fucked. I knew that I had used the restroom recently so that it was mostly just the huge globs of body wash and his own precum that was making my butt feel so open and nasty and full of our buildup. It felt like I was taking a really amazing dump every time he pulled all the way out of me. Our manly lather covered each other's private parts.
My butthole had gotten seriously juicy as he fucked me. I could even hear his cock sliding through the oily crevice of my cheeks like some sort of squeegee against a window. I loved that so much. I had started to gape for him now. I could feel it. He had really stretched me.
I placed my hands on my ass and spread myself further for him as he pounded me, all the while the bouncing ball of my moans filled the shower with noise. He could definitely tell how much I was loving this. I oozed my arousal with each new filling.
I moaned in that shower over and over again for him, and every time I moaned I felt his cock buzz inside of me. He was turned on by how well I was taking him. He may have seduced me, but I was doing a very good job at being fucked. And that really turned me on—knowing I could be a good lay for him.
It made me hard knowing how good a bottom I was being for this man. Fuck, is that what I was?
Was I a fucking bottom?
I had to consider that as he pounded my anus like a battering ram invading my exposed Helm's Deep.
Then he did something I really wasn't expecting. He put his strong hands on my upper thighs and he picked me up so that my legs had to wrap around his back for balance as I bent forward with my arms and torso hanging towards the floor. I steadied myself with my hands near the drain of the shower as he held me aloft. He'd moved us directly into the spray now.
My upper body hung down in front of me in the drenching water. I think they called this position, 'The Plow'. I'd fucked Maddy like this once and she loved it. I loved how easily he held me like this. He was showing off at this point, I could've sworn. His strong arms easily held me and I was already missing his thrusting. But then he started to fuck me again, even as I swung in front of him like his slutty, little rag doll.
Holy fuck he was so incredibly good at fucking.
"Are you ready to take my cum, Slut?" And I realized that meant he was almost there. He was roughly fucking me now, and I was definitely ready for whatever the fuck he wanted me to do.
He reached around and started to jack me off as he fwapped against my ass in the greasy lube of soap and cum and sweat and ass juice.
I trembled and my legs grew weak as I could feel my own orgasm cresting.
I paused him and I put my legs back down on the floor so I could bend over again for him.
We were back to fucking in the leapfrog position as I put my hands down in front of me. I bent my ass up as good as I could for him as his cock thrust in and out of me, slamming my prostate and milking me for my seed each time he pulled his full length out.
"I'm gonna cum, Bobby, bounce that slutty ass on my cock like you want it so bad." And I did bounce my ass on him, just like he told me too. I bounced my ass on his cock like Maddy bounced her ass on my cock. I imagined I was her—I thought about how good she bounced on my cock. I thought about the noises she made when she rode me, or when I was pounding her from behind, close to cumming. I gave him everything he wanted to see and hear and feel. I made sure to absolutely torture his cock with my ass's flirty bouncing abilities. I squeezed him with my ass. I was good at this.
His hand rubbed me softly but firmly. I couldn't hold back any more. The fullness of my butt mixed with him lightly massaging up and down my shaft was all too much.
My cock exploded and I painted the tile wall with my load like a Nickelodeon logo.
And just as I was finishing my own orgasm I felt him pull out of me and push me down onto the shower floor as he spun me around. I did as he instructed and soon I could feel him pushing his hard cock back into my mouth. I didn't resist at all. I could feel him pulsing immediately.
I wanted him to finish in my mouth.
That's how slutty I felt. That's how perfect this had become. I wanted the full on experience. If I was going to be fucked by a guy, I wanted to be fucked like the sluttiest fucking girl he had ever fucked. That's what was turning me on all of a sudden—this complete submission to this fucking stud of an older man.
I wrapped my lips around his pulsing cockhead and locked onto that sausage helmet as his cum burst out of his penis and down my throat. I sucked hard.
One. Two. Three. Four.
That's how many blasts of cum I was able to swallow down before I choked and pulled my mouth off. He continued cumming on my lips—on my face. His cum made a small lake on my tongue and then he closed my mouth and I swallowed that for him too.
What I wasn't able to swallow ran down my chin and along the edge of my cheeks. His sperm was all over me. A single drop dripped backwards down my nose and over my eyebrow and forehead.
A string of cum connected his dick to my nose at one point. I wrapped that around a finger and I sucked that down too. I never stopped sucking. I started deep-throating him, sucking like I was trying to get the last little bit of cherry red ICEE out of the straw. I was addicted to his cock and his cum and his power over me. I sucked him so hard.
I whimpered as I tasted my ass on him. I didn't even care. Everything was so stupidly incredible that I couldn't even stop to analyze my still-humming fears. So fucking what—I tasted a little ass. A little funk for sex that good? Fuck yes, I'd suck that down every time.
He pulled his cock out of my mouth and stood me up against the wall.
He leaned forward and we made out softly like that, tasting the cum between our lips now. My own cum-covered penis rubbed against his half-hard mizzenmast in the rain of that still-streaming nozzle. I felt him grab one of my raisined hands, interlocking our fingers as we kissed.
The bathroom looked more like a sauna at that point. I could only barely make out the silhouette of our bodies in the sink mirror that faced his shower doors, as it had disappeared in the fog.
He tucked my head into his shoulder and I breathed a shuddery breath against him and I practically collapsed.
I felt a tear roll down my cheek as he held me like that, the intensity of our act still blowing up over and over again in my mind like a Groundhog Hour.
I'd never felt an orgasm like that. It was the newest new I could ever remember discovering—the newest fucking goddamned new.
We stayed like that a while longer and I then I looked up at him and smiled.
"Fuck." I said to him, as we unlatched and got out of the shower together. He turned off the water.
"Right?!" He said to me, as he threw me a towel and we dried off. It was so weird. . .it's like we'd gone right back to being good friends again.
"I should probably tell you, I wasn't planning on that happening when I invited you over. . .I think the weed sort of made my inner dom come out a little more."
"Oh, you don't need to apologize. . .that was fucking incredible. I think the weed helped me do some stuff too." I looked at him and admired his frame as he stood there naked with his cock dangling deliciously in front of him, still half-hard.
"So, was that was your first time with a guy?" He asked me, with a sexy, kind of cocky little smile behind his words. God, he was so fucking hot and he absolutely knew it.
"Yeah, I never thought I'd do anything like that. Maddy and I had fantasized about sucking a cock together, but I had no idea I wanted to do, ya know, any of that other stuff."
He smiled at me as I bared the immediacy of my feelings to him.
"Well, you should know that a lot of straight guys actually have fantasies of playing with cock, so it's good that you allowed yourself to experience something so new."
I leaned into him and we kissed again. I had to get going.
I was starving all of a sudden, and probably, if I was being honest, a little stunned still, like the last hour or so had all happened in a dreamlike haze.
We exchanged numbers after changing back into out clothes—for me I just put my shorts and t-shirt on, carrying my running shoes, socks, and boxers with me to make the short walk down the hall and into my own apartment. I planned on taking it all off again to shower anyway.
I promised him I'd text him when I wanted to get together again—I wasn't sure whether that meant running or sex but I was too overwhelmed to think about it. We kissed one last time and then I was walking down the hall towards my place.
I stepped inside and immediately jumped when I saw Maddy standing by the dining room table near our door, sorting through a stack of mail.
"Maddy!" I practically leapt out of my skin, as I shouted. She looked at me with a funny face. "I didn't expect you home until Sunday!" I said to her.
"Yeah, long story, I had to reschedule with the parents, I sent you a bunch of texts over the last few hours." She looked at me with sort of a suspicious eyebrow.
She was used to seeing me get home from runs, but I didn't usually take my socks, shoes and boxers off before coming inside.
Whoops.
"Oh, crap, sorry I hadn't checked my phone, I uh..." I smiled at her a little bit. I almost lied to her, but, why? This was our fantasy. She couldn't possibly be mad about what I'd just done—it was exactly what she'd been hoping for with me. And with our stupidly sexy, silver fox of a neighbor no less.
"What have you been up to?" She said it in that naughty, teasing way.
"Ummm, well, I think you'll be very happy about what I've been up to." I raised an eyebrow at her and she raised two eyebrows back at me.
She looked towards the door where I'd just come in.
"I will?" She asked, and she moved closer to me now, like a cat, inspecting a package.
"Yeah," I felt her body slink up to mine. "I was over at the neighbor's. . .he and I went on a run together."
"Mmmm, you did?!" She asked me, and she put her hands on my hips. I was getting hard again feeling the contrast of her soft touch.
"Yeah, and he invited me back to his place afterwards." She looked me in the eye when I said this. There was an instantly sultry look in my her eyes. She was very invested now.
"Mmmm, that sounds fun. And what did you boys do exactly?" She asked me. I felt her push her body up against mine as she ran her hand over my running shorts as she found my cock. She was very turned on almost instantly. I could feel the hope in her fantasy as it arrived.
"Mmm, we uh, we talked and had some beers and uh, smoked some pot, and I, umm. . ." She had taken out my cock with one hand and had pulled her pants down to rub her clit at the same time now. I stared as she pushed her thong to the side and rubbed her wetness.
"What sweetie? Tell me what you did." She was rubbing her wet pussy against my leg as she jacked me close to her now. I could feel her warmth all over.
"He pulled his cock out and told me he knew it was us on the app, because he could read how many feet away we were when we were talking to him. And um. . .he walked up to me as I was sitting in a chair at his dining table, and he walked up to me and started rubbing my face and then started pushing his thumb into my mouth."
She urgently kissed me all of a sudden and moaned when I said that. "Mmmm, and then what happened, baby." Maddy was so turned on.
"He pushed his cock into my mouth and sucked on him."
She ran her nose all over my chin and face. She could smell his cum all over me and she was going bonkers. We made out for a bit—it was intensely arousing for her to hear that I had sucked on my first dick, and I could tell in the way she moaned through our kisses.
"MMmmmm oh my God, I can smell his cum on your face baby, holy fuck that's so fucking hot." She made out with me more aggressively. She licked me. She was tasting his cum on me—licking his residue off of my skin. She couldn't stop. She loved knowing she was tasting another man's cum all over her hot husband.
"Sooo, you made him cum with your mouth?! Fuck baby, that's so hot!" She jacked me off and she fingered herself now. We just stood there by the door as she pressed me for more details. I could tell by her movements how close to cumming she was.
"Actually baby. . ." I looked at her with the most unbelievably devious grin. "I made him cum with my ass."
Her mouth dropped open as she looked at in me in shock.
"UNNNNNFFFFFFFFFFF!!" She moaned, as her orgasm ripped through her body while she diddled her pussy. I spoke into her ear now softly and described each delectable moment as she came and came and came.
"He bent me over in the shower and he teased me with his cock and he rubbed body wash into my hole. He slid his cock into me and he took me gently at first and then he fucked me for a long time." She desperately moaned into my neck and bit me as I told her this story. Apparently she was totally into the idea of me being fucked. I was thrilled by that of course. We had all the same kinks. It was thrilling.
"Fuckkkk baby ohmaguhgghhhhh." She just kept cumming while I spoke.
I finally pushed her down on the hardwood floor in front of the door and I ripped her pants off and I pulled her panties fully to the side and we fucked for five crazy minutes.
I exploded inside of her even as she begged for every single detail of how the neighbor had managed to fuck my ass and cum in my mouth. I told her everything.
I came hard again just from reliving such delicious details as my cock exploded into my wife's soaked pussy.
We lay there breathing hard together, both of us reveling in the implications of my first gay experience as we beamed like electric stovetop coils in our conjoined afterglow.
Minutes went by with both of us just holding each other and finding all of the available breath around us in our sweaty heap.
"So. . .when are the three of us hanging out exactly?" She said finally, breaking the silence after we finished our crazy, horny quickie."
"He gave me his number. . .wanna see what he's doing on Sunday?" I said to her, and she beamed at me. We made out some more on the floor as I curled up beside my incredible wife.
"Is that enough time for your asshole to recover?" She whispered to me, and I pushed her playfully as we wrestled around on the carpet.
We finally stopped and she leaned into me. "I'm so glad you can be so open and fun with me sexually. I love you, babe."
"I love you too," I said.
Our sex life had officially become a rocket ship.
Madison was a couple of years younger than I and we were enjoying all the pleasures that come with a young relationship.
I worked in finance and she was just starting out at a local hospital while part-time bartending a couple of times a week to supplement.
The sex was constant and passionate and kinky. We had discovered early on that we were both very sexual people, and for that matter, very sex positive people as well.
We spent long hours at home exploring each other's bodies and diving into the darkest corners of each other's brains and fantasies.
Our mid 20's were ushering us slowly into our sexual primes and we were loving every minute of it.
One particularly sexy element of our relationship was that we were both fairly deviant and enjoyed just the right amount of pornography together.
Sunday afternoons would start with an amazing brunch at one of our go-to spots within walking distance. Then we'd traipse back tipsy together and melt into a shared bong on the couch surrounded by movies and super-soft blankets and whatever physical fun we wanted to get up to that day.
#SundayFunday was a hashtag we constantly texted back and forth to each other when we were having particularly bad weeks and needed a pick-me-up reminder. It never failed to push us through our weekly stresses.
We marveled in all the ways there were to fuck each other on those Sundays. She'd get out her toys, our lube—we'd find all sorts of new places in the apartment to fuck.
We would stand in front of the open window and fuck sometimes, wondering if anyone from the apartment across the street could see us through the broken sunshine glare.
It was around three in the afternoon on a lazy August weekend when our most recent pot haze had firmly set in.
We were fuzzy and happy and, like opposing quarterbacks going up against Von Miller, completely blitzed. Soon of course, as always, we were horny as fuck.
I felt her hand drift over my sweat pants as I turned to take in her closeness.
My wife was the kind of sexy that made other men ridiculous jealous of my setup. She oozed comfort in her body. At no time did she ever believe she was the sexiest thing out there. But she was the type of woman that was way hotter because of it. She wasn't afraid of who she was. She owned her identity and her body more comfortably than any woman I'd ever dated.
She was 5'2, to my 5'9 and her body was a curvy perfection to my tastes. She was a dead ringer for the actress Hailee Steinfeld and if you want to understand just how her body looked, go and Google the picture of Hailee wearing a black one piece bathing suit staring back over her bubble butt at the camera or the one of her sitting on top of a kitchen appliance in sheer, lingerie-esque clubbing wear. That's the best way I can help you understand just how fucking hot my wife is—sure there are all sorts of fancy words I could use—but the easy (albeit lazy) way to describe her, is to make you very briefly Google those two photos. Great, got it? That's what my wife looks like. I'd have trouble picking out the real one in a police lineup. I'd also be too distracted probably.
The lips, the eyebrows, the longer, dark brown layered hair, the cute snow-fox nose—she's my absolutely fantasy come true—the dark featured girl in the library who you know secretly wants to sneak you into the stacks and suck your cock while other people browse nearby for steamy entrees from Kushner or Munro or, the hideously delicious truths of David Foster Wallace.
"Wanna watch some porn?" She asks me through a strand of hair that falls lazily over her face. She blows it up playfully as she looks at me with a sudden pep in her energy.
"Yes." I say to her without having to think twice, and soon she has the TV remote opening up our Internet browser HDMI input. And then we're scrolling through our favorite saved pornography websites—all of our various technological vices laid out for us in a half-crescent buffet of sexy, digital foreplay.
We end up on our favorite porn site and she's clicking through video options as her hand begins to rub the outline of my very hard cock through my sweatpants with a firmer intent. I start to look like ghost poking through a white sheet on an outdoor clothesline. She cocks an eyebrow at me like a slope I want to slide down, as she clicks on a video that she seems to like, her fingers gliding down my bulging tent.
In the video, a girl that looks quite similar to Maddy finds herself in the middle of two very fit, young men—a MFM threesome video it seems at first. It's got a 92 percent, which in the porn world is basically an Oscar contender.
But as the storyline of the video begins to play out, we find that it's actually more of a cuckolding situation. This becomes immediately evident when one the two guys is made to patiently sit beside the bed as he watches his friend fucking his young wife. She leans into the dialogue, telling her husband how good his friend's cock feels in her pussy, and even though this is not the video we had set out to watch, we both quickly become transfixed with the scene.
The girl is sexy as hell—she looks real, and both guys are fit but not steroids jocks for once. Both of their cocks are the types of cocks that any self-respecting porn should include— veiny, seven inch flagpoles that instantly draw the eye and require a solid pledge of allegiance.
I had always noticed when a guy in a porn had a nice cock or body, but that was never an avenue I had really considered seriously.
But now I found my hand slipped beneath my wife's comfy, Victoria Secret lilac cheeky thong underwear, which I knew she wore whenever she wanted to both sleep and fuck all day long, in no particular order.
She felt more wet than I was accustomed to when we were only onto our first porn video (of what I was already certain would be an edging-filled afternoon).
But she probably noticed that I was maybe a little harder than usual as well.
We pulled each other's sweats off and slipped our hands into each other's underwear as we lay side by side in the middle of our U-shaped couch room—the highlight of the entire apartment as we both discovered how much the other loved to luxuriate in a room full of soft surfaces.
My fingers drifted through her glazed pussy lips and trailed juice over her clit so I could rub her softly there as my fingers traced past her throbbing hood.
She made soft moaning coos with me as I too gasped on and off from the way her thumb would trail my pre-cum up over the summit of my slit and send cold shivers up my spine, like a crack spreading through a window.
We turned into each other and made out a softly as the scene changed on the screen just out of our peripheral. Our lips dragged seductively over each other, enjoying the ease with which we fell back into our favorite ways.
When we looked back to the screen, our hands still softly touching memorized spots, the husband or boyfriend character was now on his knees with the woman, and she was pulling the other man's cock that had just been inside of her pussy, over to her boy toy's mouth for him to start sucking.
This was a storyline we'd never talked about or cum to, but my wife's hand gripped my cock firmer as she slowly jacked as she watched the scene with a very renewed interest.
I shoved my middle finger all the way inside her absolutely drenched pussy and I kissed her neck as we continued watching. She was incredibly turned on by the porn, I could tell. She was rubbing my cock like a person that rubs a cock for the first time—with an almost nervous need.
The man opened his mouth reluctantly, and then slowly allowed the woman to push his lips halfway down the big cock. My wife gasped as she watched this and she also felt my own cock pulse from the sight of it. I couldn't tell if I was more turned on myself by the male fellatio, or by just how much it turned Maddy on. She squeezed me as she jacked in time with the man who was slowly bobbing on this dick, even as the sexy girl pushed his head down each time.
"Do you like this?" She whispered up to me. I felt her bangs tickle the stubble on my chin. I loved how she felt.
I thought about it as I continued watching.
I did like this. Which was crazy, because I'd never gotten any sort of buzz from watching two guys do anything.
But there was something about this whole scene— the woman in control of her man, pushing his head down onto a sexy cock, and the man doing as he was told, even as I had my own cock lovingly stroked by a young wife that definitely controlled most of my sexual appetites and most certainly controlled my cock.
I was in an absolute tractor beam of pleasure from all of this.
I nodded and giggled a little, "Yes. Mmmmm. Yeah." She gasped a little as I admitted my answer. I don't think she was expecting that.
We were both also quite stoned which certainly didn't hurt.
"Would you ever suck on another guy's cock?" She asked it so innocently, so without judgment. I guess that had to be her next question, right? I felt my cock vibrate a little from the question.
"I don't know. . .I had never thought about it before. . ." I writhed a little as my penis responded to her soft fingers as she continued tugging me. I was getting more and more turned on by out talk.
"I think it would be really sexy." She said now. "What if I wanted you to suck on a cock, baby? Would you do it for me? Would you put a cock in your mouth for me?" She asked, and I felt her roll her body against me in a teasing way, making sure her hard nipples pressed up against me through her thin, barely there tank-top. She was on to me.
My cock was getting stickier with more pre-cum and she knew what that meant. She could read all my sexual tells by now and I was always a goner by the time she reached for the river card. I knew what she wanted me to say, but that didn't make it a lie.
"Yeah, I think so." I moaned to her, saying what I know she wanted to hear. She grinded against me like a cat having a finger run down her spine.
"Would you grab a nice cock in your hand and jack it off if I asked you to?" She said to me in the cutest sort of pleading voice, and I slid another finger inside of her wet canal as her pussy had turned into a sloppy tunnel of arousal.
"Yeah, if you wanted me to I would. I would do if it turned you on." I pulled the blanket off of us as we kicked our boxers and panties to the floor for easier access. Now it was just her in a loose tank top and me in an old t-shirt, as we melted into the super comfy blankets in the corner of that couch.
"Mmmm, look at how good he's sucking that cock, babe." She said it right into my ear now as she watched the hot porn with me, jacking my cock off the whole time. The way she spoke was so fucking sexy. "Fuck, I can't believe I'm telling you this but I think it would be really, really, REALLY hot to actually watch you giving a guy a blowjob, sweetie." She was so stupidly wet. Her pussy gushed with each new second as we explored this un-mined well of dirty talk together.
"Maybe," I moaned as I said the word. Maybe? Was I actually thinking about sucking on a cock for the first time ever? That was a crazy idea. And I was thinking about it because Maddy was so clearly and wildly turned on by the idea. And she seemed even more revved up by the fact that this video was having such an equal effect on me. "I think I'd need you to, I dunno, help me do it, or like, I don't know get me really stoned and then seduce me or something. Like, maybe you would have to make me do it." I said all of this like I was in the principal's office admitting to cheating on a test.
"Yeah? You'd want me to seduce you like this girl in the porn? Take control of you and force you to suck on a real cock? Push your lips down on your first penis, baby? Is that what you'd want?" She was so fucking sexy as she licked my chin teasingly as she said all this. She knew from the soon-to-burst cock she was jacking in her hand how absolutely fucking electric I found everything she was saying. She knew exactly how into this I was. I was close.
And now the girl and guy in the porn were sucking on the cock together. It had blended from cuckold to a decidedly bisexual MMF category.
"You want me to find a nice cock and push your head down on it and encourage you the entire time, baby? You want me to jack off a sexy cock in your mouth and make it cum? You wanna swallow some cum for me, huh dirty boy?"
Maddy jacked me off harder now and, as I watched the creamy jizz explode from the man's cock on the video all over their desperate mouths, I found that I couldn't hold back any longer from my own messy conclusion. She was driving me crazy with every single new image she created.
"Imgonnacummmm!" I moaned to her, and she leaned in to jack me off fast and firm. She talked dirty like she always did. She really was a fairly amazing composer of my craziest fantasy-driven orgasms.
"Yeah baby, cum for me and imagine that you and me were sucking that guy's dick together and letting him cum all over us, baby. Imagine me smearing his cum all over your face with my tongue. Imagine me shoving his cock back down your throat to clean him up afterwards so that you could taste all of his sticky, sweaty dick and make him nice and hard again. I want you to be a good little cocksucker for me baby, fuck! That would turn me on so much you dirty little boy. You gonna suck on a nice cock for me babyyyyy??? Huh? Tell me. Tell me how badly you wanna suck on a big, juicy cock."
And when she said all of this in these sultry, back-to-back sentences of glorious scene-building seduction, I Sistined the fucking ceiling.
"Yessssssssssssssss!" I gave in to her and orgasmed all over myself.
I came so hard that even Maddy was surprised at the amount that came out. My cum exploded out and covered her hand, my belly, chest, neck, chin, and lips.
She turned to me with big eyes and her mouth gasped open in shock at the sight. I truly had seeded my entire front yard, and she made a naughty little giggle that betrayed how turned on she still was. Maddy scooted over on top of me now and immediately brought her lips down onto my splooge covered chin. I felt her dragging her tongue through a big puddle formed in the dimple.
She immediately brought her tongue up to my own and covered me in my sticky cream. I tasted my warm, salty liquid on her lips and mouth. As she began to kiss me, she straddled my thigh and grinded against me with her naked pussy. She absolutely loved sharing my cum like this. We'd never done this exactly before, but I had tasted my cum on her lips after blowjobs in the past and I think she always secretly kind of got off on that. But here she was fully allowing her kinky side out as we snowballed my jizz.
I gagged a little from the exotic flavor of my semen, but that didn't stop her.
She did this a few more times, feeding me my cum with the scooping drag of her cute tongue as she mopped up my spunk with her mouth and made me eat every drop. My heart beat so irregularly that I felt like I could've cum again just from the teasing vibrations of such syncopated after-shakes. The entire time, she moaned against my mouth as I felt her pelvis pressing against me hard.
When the explosion of my cock had finally settled and our lips dragged lazily apart, I panted a little from the exertion. That was a cum-shot I would not soon be forgetting, and it had been brought on by our unexpected encounter with bisexual porn.
She lifted her head to look at me and I saw the huge smile spread over her face like morning sunshine.
"I came." She said in the most satisfied way. "Fuck, when we were kissing with your cum and I was grinding on you, I came really hard." I looked down to where her pussy had been riding my thigh during our cum-kiss. Her own juices leaked out onto me and I could feel her still softly rubbing against me. We were both so worked up still.
"We BOTH just came, hard." I countered, catching my breath. We just grinned at each other through our sweaty mess. WOWZER.
"So, like, did we just discover a new kink together? Is that what just happened?!" She asked me in the cutest little helping of coy meets obvious. It was so clear that my wife was jazzed from all the jizz, but she was also concealing her primal sexual glee so as to keep me cool with the hugeness of these bisexual implications.
"I dunno. . ." I sheepishly smiled back at her. I was embarrassed all of a sudden at what this revelation might say about me. I'd never even considered any such fantasy play before.
My wife had only ever known me as her totally straight man, and now our Sunday Funday had put an interesting twist on preconceived notions.
"I guess the only way for us to find out for sure would be for me to lean in again," and I felt her lean over to my ear once more, and again that seductive voice she used on me came out, low and juicy as a cantaloupe, "and start talking to you about what kind of nice, juicy, COCK, you'd like to SUCK for your incredibly sexy wife, who wants to watch you take a dick in your mouth, baby." And the second she ended this delectable sentence my penis popped back up to full-on puberty boner mode. She grabbed her hand around my hard shaft and I felt as she breathed a satisfied grin against my neck, her teeth pressing against my neck.
"MMmmmm babe, that's so hot. Look at how hard this is making you! I fucking love it. I want you to suck on a cock for me."
This fantasy had taken hold of my wife, and I was clearly in her complete control when it came to her ideal scenario. I couldn't turn back now that we'd seen behind the curtain.
"I just don't know how that would ever happen. . .I dunno. . ." I deferred to logic, but she was still holding me around my cock and she knew I was simply saying all the blustery things that a straight guy says when he has a major part of who he thought he was, challenged in the district court of erection revelation.
I smiled down at her and we made out softly as the afternoon descended into further debauchery and intimacy.
Life was very good and it was about to get even better.
***
All that next week, Maddy and I blew up each other's phones with all sorts of crazy sexts and photos.
We were always horny with each other throughout the week, but this was definitely something different. We had opened up another door which featured some very scary and very new kinks, and yet, we were absolutely enthralled by it all. We had become like 18-year-old horn-dogs with each other all over again.
The topic stayed true to our porn discovery from a week prior. Conversations mostly revolved around us bringing another guy into our bedroom.
She was absolutely obsessed with the idea of me sucking on a cock, and she'd send me constant texts of GIF's or pictures of things that turned her on, particularly of scenes out of bi MMF threesomes where the guy and girl were sucking on a cock together, or where a girl was pushing a guy's head down onto a thick cock. I was constantly hard at work and there was even one particular day where I had to jack off in my office due to the naughty things she'd been sending me all morning.
Over the course of that week, we fucked every day, and without fail, the main attraction of our sex talk always ended up with her diverting the conversation over to me being blindfolded or maybe, tied up while she brought a hot cock into the room.
We'd get home every day and after dinner and a few beers, we knew where things were headed.
Maddy would bring the bong over to the bed and we'd begin a long, slow edging of each other where the main topic of conversation would inevitably end up centered around the type of cock we wanted to suck on together.
I think that was the thing that turned me on the most—not just the idea of doing something with another guy (which I definitely was curious about), but actually experimenting with something so unexpected—something I would've never possibly imagined myself doing. It was exciting, all the more so because she was the one who seemed to be leading us.
The general gist of our orgasms centered around this shared fellatio. I didn't think I'd be able to go any further with a guy and my wife was totally fine with that.
Next we had to figure out how on earth to bring a guy into our beds in the first place. We didn't really have any gay or bisexual friends who weren't in a current relationship setup that we could think of as possible candidates.
"What about we try the dating apps?" She said to me that next Friday night, as we washed each other's bodies in the shower.
Maddy and I had never really used any of the apps before we'd gotten together and the idea hadn't been the first one to come to our minds because of that. But now that she suggested it the idea sounded exciting and immediately sexy.
"Ohhh! Huh." I said to her. It was so crazy and yet, it was absolutely the best idea.
All I knew about these apps was what every hack comedian or mainstream TV viewer knew about them. There were various versions full of stupidly horny people having lots of crazy sex or one-night stands or something along those lines. I don't know why I had such an idea in my head of leather biker dudes and various other stupid preconceived notions regarding the app we ended up using, but well, ya know?
"Yeah, I know, it sounds crazy right?" She said to me, reaching for my cock with her soapy hand as we spoke just outside of the spray. "We could find an anonymous guy that you'll feel more comfortable playing with I think. . . if I'm reading you right, that would probably be your preference, yeah babe?" She ran her hand over my soapy cock as she soothed me with her sexy analysis of where my spinning thoughts were currently swirling. It was so loving and seductive.
I beamed at her and kissed her. "Yeah, I'd probably be more into someone completely anonymous for this, you're totally right. Well, we could certainly download it and play around with it and see what kinda results we get, yeah? Doesn't hurt to try."
"Wanna try it tonight?" She asked me, looking like she was contemplating sneaking out of the house after the parents were in bed.
I nodded at her as I tried to contain my growing excitement. She was impossible not to follow down whatever fun path she wanted. She was so stinking cute that it made her crazy-sexy-kinky all the more delicious.
I was nervous.
She knew.
"It's okay baby. . .we'll just play around with the Apps and see how we feel about things, okay?" She leaned in and kissed me again. "I just absolutely love how kinky you're being for me, it's such a big turn on. You seriously have no fucking clue how hot I think all of this is. I'm really digging how naughty you're being with me. I love it so much."
I felt my cock pulse as she accessed that same vein of dirty talk. Once again, she could tell that the invisible string she had discovered tied to the base of my cock was still firmly wrapped around her every syllable.
We were back in our apartment later that night after some barhopping in the downtown area where we lived.
She was tipsy. I was tipsy. We brought a couple of tall beers over to one of the corners of our very comfy couch sanctuary. Once we were settled in, she took out her phone and started the process of building us a profile on the main gay sex app. I flipped through channels and put a baseball game on mute and then turned some music on for us.
We decided to call ourselves 'Curious Couple' and she typed out a harmless and flirtatious bio explaining that we were married but interested in sucking on a cock together. I got hard as I watched her carefully select each word:
'My Husband wants to experience having a real cock in his mouth and I want to watch and probably join in.'
We were looking for a guy under the age of 45 although even I thought that might be kind of old. She also listed our profile preference as 'Bottom' and I got a little chill reading that.
"What would our ideal guy be like? What would he look like?" She asked me consecutively, and we talked about how it'd be good to find a guy in a similar age range as us—someone we could get drinks with beforehand to ease any fears we might have about having a random hookup.
Then Maddy really took control. She stood us up and took numerous pictures of our lower bodies as we posed together so that our faces were out of frame but that you could still see our general fitness level and body types.
We immediately got a ton of responses because you could tell that my wife and I were both fairly attractive, or if nothing else, fun. I didn't slouch when it came to keeping my lean muscle in check and she was an absolute sexpot to any guy that took a second look at her.
She laughed out loud at the amount of immediate messages and taps we got back on the app. The phone buzzed to life as all sorts of types with all sorts of cocks flooded our inbox with horny offers and boner feats of prowess.
"Wow, this is pretty great. We're a hit apparently." She smiled. I was amazed, but she was definitely right. I still couldn't believe we were doing this. It felt so wild.
Within an hour of browsing we had found four or five potential candidates, but none that seemed to dot all of our T's or cross all of our I's.
Then we got a random message from a guy with a similarly blurred face photo, but his muscular frame was still noticeable in his jeans and t-shirt. He looked like a fairly normal, in-shape dude, maybe a couple inches taller than me.
The only thing we were unsure of was the age. He was thirty-eight, a full thirteen years older than Maddy and I.
"Hmmm, should we ask him to send us a picture?" she asked simply, and that seemed reasonable.
He quickly agreed and immediately sent us a picture message but it was not the one we were expecting.
The photo that popped up was a penis that looked like it had been painted in real-time by Gustav Courbet.
It was perfect.
It was thick and juicy and perfect and it hung down onto a big pillow like the sausage that the butcher places at the very center of his weekend top-cuts window. I think Maddy saw my mouth drop open a little, but then, so did hers. She nudged me in the ribs as she giggled at the mouthwatering display.
"Wow! I was expecting a face pic! But this is good too!" She said dreamily.
"That is...that is a fucking cock," I uttered appreciatively, my words almost catching on the sudden lump in my throat.
"Yeah," she agreed, and I could hear the buzzing excitement in her voice. "Can you imagine putting that in your mouth, baby?" I felt my cock harden when she said that.
She grabbed the phone and messaged back: "Wow, that is a really nice fucking cock. Okay well, you've definitely checked off that box for us. Could we see what your face looks like too?" She included a little devil emoji at the end of her message, keeping the convo zesty and moving. We definitely were going to be very picky with what we were looking for, but the field had been primed by his gorgeous member. Now we just hoped that we both thought he was a good-looking guy to boot.
The phone buzzed again and another message came in.
My wife gasped.
"What?" I asked.
She held the phone up closer to her face, and I saw as her fingers dragged the photo into zoom. She thrust the phone into my hand.
"OH MY GOD! Isn't that?" She turned her head to look at the wall of our apartment, or more specifically, to the space beyond the wall.
"Oh, fuck. . .I think it is."
The man was immediately recognizable. He was a ruggedly attractive salt-and-pepper gent whom we'd seen plenty of times over the past year because, as it turned out, he was the neighbor who had moved in next door to us just twelve months prior.
The apartment building was arranged in a giant square featuring two stories—the type of mid 50's design that had been updated some time in the last 20 years to meet the times. Our upstairs corner unit had two neighboring apartments on either side of us. His had only been vacant for a week when he'd begun the move-in process.
We'd never actually spoken to him other than the occasional "hello" in the hallway when we passed by, or similarly down by the mailbox or on the flight of stairs, but he was a favorite source of Maddy's teasing with me due to her obvious attraction to him—that and the exasperated sighs it would always bring from me whenever she was feeling particularly appreciative of his body from our window.
We'd both noticed him the day he moved in because it was a scorching hot day in August and he'd elected to move most of his boxes and furniture sans t-shirt.
Maddy and I had been lounging around in our breakfast nook eating cereal when we'd seen him that first time. He looked like a slightly older fight club Brad Pitt, though perhaps not quite so attractive—just that body. She immediately interrupted me with a sound that could best be described as a curious cat meowing towards the scene.
She practically purred up against the window as she drank in this silver fox exiting the parked U-Haul down on the street, with a vintage record player under one arm.
I reluctantly agreed of course. The dude was like a bearded Michael Fassbender with darker features and the toned body to match. He was the type of guy that even a straight guy could admit was hot as fuck if they saw them in public.
His comings and goings were a running joke between us for the rest of that day, as he became sweatier and seemingly more muscular with each new box he lifted. From that day forward the attraction my wife carried for him was obvious any time she got an opportunity to mention she had bumped into him in the hallway or seen him in various states of undress when he worked out. It was one of her favorite things to torture me with. She'd walk inside our apartment and tell me she was wet because she'd just spoken with the neighbor in the hallway or he'd helped her bring in a couple grocery bags from the first floor and she'd ogled him the entire time.
He would often go on these long runs and do his stretches afterwards in the front courtyard of the apartment complex, which completely drove her crazy. Or he'd just generally catch my wife's eye if he was leaving particularly dressed up or particularly dressed down for that matter.
I never really minded it. We all had our fantasies and I was glad she was able to eye-fuck something on such a regular basis that always riled her up. Everyone deserved a hot neighbor at least once over the course of their lifetime—that would be one of my constitutional amendments if I had a crack at the thing.
It blew us both away to see him on this popular gay sex app. We knew he was single, but we had only ever seen him bringing home attractive girls for overnight stays at his place. We couldn't recall ever seeing any guys exiting from his door in the morning with that rumpled look of after-morning sex dishevelment. But we had seen plenty of girls leaving his place, and always they had the same kind of sleepy grins painted onto their lips when they left.
"I had no idea he was, like. . .ya know?" She said, studying the picture with careful breaths.
"Yeah, but then again, look at us! Who knows what his sexual preferences actually are." I smiled at her and she smiled back at me.
"I mean, you do think he's attractive, right? It's not just me?" She bit her lip now, like she was asking me to play with a fun new neighbor k** or something.
"I'mmmm uh. . ." I looked at that photo for a long moment, fully considering the option, "I'm. . .not sure I wanna do this with the neighbor. . .cuz if I don't end up liking it, it would be super awkward to live next door to someone who we had this failed sexual experiment with, right? Like, anytime we saw him in the hallway it would be so terrible, right?"
We both agreed that it was for the best that we didn't respond, although I could sense the tiny disappointment in Maddy. After a little more unsuccessful browsing, we gave up for the night.
But now we both knew something about our neighbor, and the fantasy of cock certainly hadn't gone away for either of us.
***
I could sense how antsy she was that following week. There was just something that felt very static—like little pops going off all the time—the interesting circuitry of unfinished business in the AM/EFF'UM radio waves.
And then fate decided to step in and give me a little bit of a push.
Fucking fate every time, ya know?
It was that very next week in fact; Maddy was heading out of town to visit her mom and sister a county over for a girl's weekend, and I'd have the apartment all to myself. I'd already planned on going on a nice, long run, before staying in to get high, drink some beer, watch some sports and movies, and then fall asleep wherever I wanted. And then I planned to sleep in and start the process all over again that next day. Oh, and, obviously, I planned to jack off to as much porn as I wanted. Maddy knew this of course, and she made fun of me that entire week for knowing me as well as she knew me.
"Should I pick you up a bigger bottle of tissues and lotion for your jack-off-a-thon?" She'd razzed me and I'd laughed...but then, well I mean of course she was absolutely right. I was going to watch a bunch of porn and get stoned and jack off a bunch.
I'd gotten into my running stuff that Friday and taken a nice hit from my bong before heading outside. I loved working out high just as much as I loved having sex high. I was just coming down the stairs when I saw Mr. Hot-Older-Neighbor doing some stretching out in front of our building.
He was wearing a pair of grey compression running shorts with drawstring and darker olive Nike running shoes and that was it. He really was a very attractive man—my young wife wasn't exaggerating in her constant fawning over him.
As I walked outside I immediately felt a lump in my throat as he saw me. He smiled the way he usually would whenever he saw Maddy or I around the complex—he oozed familiarity and sense of self.
"Hey, how's it going. . .Bobby right?" He asked cordially. He was stretching a muscled leg behind his back, and I couldn't help but notice how his lower body filled out the running shorts and accentuated just about everything.
"Yeah, and I'm sorry, what was your name again?" I asked, taking in his whole frame.
"Tom," he smiled at me like a friend.
And then there was his abs. He had fucking abs. I made sure my eyes were always zigging past him so as not to be caught lingering and playing xylophone with my apt pupils. I couldn't believe I was actually checking out a guy to begin with. What had come over me?
"It's going great, you about to head out on a run?" I asked, making small talk while I did my own stretching. I thought he sort of took me in with his eyes as I did this, but I couldn't quite tell. He was just a very focused person in general.
"Yep. . .hey, you maybe wanna run together?" He asked suddenly, as if he'd just had the thought. "I usually just put the headphones in and zone out but I wouldn't mind having a partner for a change."
I think I almost smiled a little. I was nervous for some reason. He had such a dominant and yet soft sort of way about him. I wouldn't usually just go running with a relative stranger, but all of a sudden it seemed like a fairly fun idea. He seemed like a pretty normal, likable guy, despite our age difference (which I knew from the sex app), though he of course didn't know that I knew that. It was worth saying yes for the subterfuge alone.
"Sure, yeah, why the hell not?"
And like that, we were off.
I found out pretty quickly that his last name Albright and that he worked for a national airline flying around and doing trainings for new staff. He had started as a pilot, but had actually risen up the ranks over the years to this far more desirable position that paid better, with far fewer health risks and much preferred working hours. He loved the job and it allowed him a fairly comfortable lifestyle. He was never married though there was a failed engagement from his early 30's.
He asked all about me and also about Maddy and soon we were thick as thieves. A couple of miles in and the pot had done wonders because I still couldn't feel a thing in my various trouble muscles. He also seemed to be having zero issues and his physique showed just how much he did this sort of thing.
"Ugh, I'm so glad I took a hit before I left the apartment." I said rather candidly near the end of mile three. He bust up laughing as we turned a corner and continued up a hill. I asked him what was so funny and he admitted that he had also taken a big drag off his weed pen like he always did right before any of his longer cardio days.
"So we're both high right now?" I laughed. We apparently had more in common than we even realized.
"Yep!" He looked at me as we kept a good pace trudging up the hill together. We laughed again.
The last two miles of the jaunt were filled with an even stronger camaraderie. We were pacing each other through a cute neighborhood with lots of overgrown trees that was nearby to our apartment. We talked about some of our sports and hobbies and various other male-driven interests. At one point we covered his single status and how he preferred this lifestyle for his own sexual proclivities. I blushed a little as he explained that he was the kind of guy who was just really horny all the time and it was just so much easier to be single and have all of his options open. We even talked about some of the attractive women I'd seen entering and exiting his apartment at various times of the day. He got a laugh out of that.
All of this was amazing because clearly he had no idea that I knew about his presence on the gay sex app. Was it just him fucking around, perhaps? Did he really meet guys, or was it mostly based on him looking for something like Maddy and I were doing. I wanted to ask so many things, but also didn't want him to know that I in any way knew he was on that app, because then I'd have to explain some things myself, obviously.
We sprinted the last two hundred yards after he dared me to do exactly that.
We both burst into the courtyard of the apartment one right after the other, both of us showing off our past athletic pedigrees in an unusual opportunity for male competition. It was sexy in the most unexpected way.
We huffed and puffed and gave each other an impressed high five.
We did some stretching in the setting sun outside and then both headed back into the apartment hallway towards are doors. Both of us were completely soaked through with sweat.
Just as he approached his door, which came first in the hallway, we turned as if to say goodbye, but then he seemed to get an idea.
"Hey, do you want to maybe have a beer and watch TV or something?" He asked innocently enough. I had already told him on our run that the girlfriend was away for the weekend and that I planned to do nothing but veg out and relax so he knew I was free. I said yes almost instantly.
We headed over to his place and he grabbed me a clean towel so that I could wash my face and wipe down some sweat. I came out from the bathroom, and he took his turn as well.
When we both a little less messy we reconvened.
He cracked open a couple of beers and we hung out in the kitchen/dining-space of his apartment. I noticed that his unit seemed to have a larger floorplan than Maddy's and mine. It also had far more of the trappings of a classic bachelor pad, though for a guy who had clearly grown up a little. I was a little jealous as I saw all the various modicums of comfort that a single guy could surround himself with. The TV area alone was something to be desired. There were more earth tones and less floral patterns, that was for sure.
We stood in the kitchen chugging down our first lager in that post-run, endorphin-sponsored bliss.
He had clicked on ESPN on the way in but we'd stayed in the kitchen with him leaning against the sink, and me sitting at a nearby table on a turned out chair as we talked just a few feet away from each other. There was such an instant ease about him. It was truly nice to interact with such a well-spoken and intelligent guy, and there was something that made it even more invigorating knowing that he was a little older than me. He wasn't quite a father figure, but there was something impressive about him in that sort of way. I couldn't put my finger on it yet.
"You wanna smoke?" he asked, as he pulled out his pen from a nearby drawer.
"Oh my God, YES. I thought you'd never ask." I said to him, immediately game. I loved taking a nice long toke (or seven) after going on a really satisfying run. The earlier high had already worn off in the nexus of comedown and muscle vibration. The new influx of heady dankification was more than welcomed into my stretched, sinewy strands.
I immediately relaxed again and after he and I had passed the pen back five or six times, I was way more stoned than I had meant to be—those fucking pens could sneak up on you. I was in an absolute happy cloud. We both laughed at our conjoined high and became boyishly exuberant about just about everything.
Everything was funny or interesting or engaging. We talked about everything—our various teams and jobs and shows and movies that we liked. I was so glad I had agreed to hang out with him. My earlier nervousness had completely dissipated as we discovered just how many different interests and passions we shared. We even talked about our sex life. I mentioned how kinky and horny Maddy and I liked to be and how awesome the sex was in our young marriage. He was immediately drawn in by this topic.
"So, what type of kinky stuff do you guys get up to? I love talking about this kind of stuff. Come on, let me live vicariously through the world of hot marital sex!" He joked excitedly, as he opened us both another beer and we clinked bottles, before he returned to lean back on the counter opposite me.
I felt suddenly sillier and for some reason, very excited to tell him about my sex life. "Well, we do role-play and toys and porn and lots of really nasty dirty talk." As I talked I absentmindedly stared at the abs just above Tom's crotch. I was too high to be subtle was the problem and he was just standing there in nothing but those small running shorts (we had shucked our socks and shoes at the door on the way in on his suggestion).
I saw Tom shift his boxers through his shorts a little as I spoke and I thought I could see the outline of his cock a little more than before. It was hard to miss.
"Does Maddy like girls at all?" He asked, and I realized that we were both getting turned on talking about my sexy wife now because my marijuana cock was getting hard in my shorts too. Thank god I had a t-shirt to do some hiding in my chair.
"Yes," I replied, "she is fucking amazing. . .she has all sorts of lesbian fantasies she wants to try. We talk about it all the time. She loves watching videos of girls sixty-nining or even just girls making out turns her on a lot , it's like one of her biggest fantasies."
"You are a lucky fucking bastard," he said, and he reached over to clink our glasses in the air. I took a big gulp and realized he was definitely hard in his shorts now.
We both paused for a moment and just drank a sip of our beer, one of those awkward pauses in conversation hanging between us.
"And what about you?" He asked me now.
"What about me?" My heart starting beating faster as I repeated his question with a perplexed look.
"What's your biggest fantasy?" He asked me, and he sipped his beer. I stared at him, almost startled at his sudden change in demeanor. Hunting season felt like it had started.
"Ummm. . .hmmm. . ." I looked at him as if I was trying to figure out how to play this. He wasn't going to wait for me to pull the eject lever.
"Do you ever play with guys?" He looked right at me and I saw his hand come over to the front of his tight running shorts to rub the outline of something coming out of hibernation.
I couldn't believe he had just asked me that and then grabbed his cock so blatantly. I couldn't believe that I didn't know what to say to him. My heart was thumping like hail on sheet roof.
"I. . .I've never. . .ummm," those were the mangled words that I managed to get out of my mouth. Was he trying something here or was he just making conversation? I was suddenly stricken dumb with the most exciting fear.
He set the beer down on the counter and I watched as he started to undo the drawstring on his shorts. He stared at me the whole time. He pulled them down, and then he pushed his boxers down with them to his mid-thigh. That gorgeous cock which I had already seen on Maddy's phone, flopped out at me, sweaty and hard and juicy as a fucking filet mignon. I couldn't breathe.
I looked at him and he subtly smiled at me. He saw me take a very shallow breath that came back out in pieces. He could tell how nervous I was. I was shaking. I watched as he picked his beer back up and walked the few steps that separated us, his hard cock flopping up and down a little as he walked.
He stood right in front of my chair so that his crotch was level with my face.
I need you to fully understand how paralyzed I was with every possible emotion.
This fucking dreamboat of an older fuck stud was standing next to my chair in his kitchen with this erect cock bulging upward with a beautiful banana curl. Veins bulged down both sides, and the smallest glisten of sudsy precum dripped down his slit and helmet and glazed his dick like a Thomas Kinkade. In his left hand he held his cold beer, and in his right hand he grabbed the base of his shaft and slowly began to jack himself in my direction.
My eyes glided up his gorgeous abs like backwards mogul skiers, and then up to his scruffy chest. His pecs were still sweaty and he breathed in and out slowly, his muscles still decompressing from the recent exertion.
"Do you know the funny thing about using certain sex apps?" He said, never taking his eyes away from my own wide-eyed expression. My heart beat ever faster now—a bump stock rattling out nervously from my ribcage.
I couldn't say anything. How did he know?
"The funny thing is that sometimes you can tell where someone is thanks to the number of feet away the app says that they are." I gulped like a guilty schoolboy when he said this. How did I not think of that? The app showed the various distances of nearby profiles to help with convenient hookups.
"And I recently made a very fun discovery."
I was so fucking caught. My mouth was in the cookie jar.
I was also rock-hard in my running shorts.
"You see, I was talking to this very sexy couple the other day—apparently the wife wanted to watch her husband suck on a cock and even, suck on a cock together with him. I thought that seemed like a VERY hot idea. Two sexy mouths both worshipping my cock together—I was VERY intrigued. Here's the crazy thing. . .the app said that they were only twenty-five feet away from my location. That's how close they were." My mouth was so dry as he kept going with this familiar narrative. He moved his large hand over his sexy cock the entire time he spoke to me. I was listening to his story, but I was staring at his dick with increased vigor as he rubbed his hand up and down his length.
I felt like Mowgli entranced in the jungle by the power of this slithering Kaa. His pheromones d****d slowly over me like humidity.
"Now, there's only four other apartments close enough to possibly be the location of this profile I was flirting with, and none of those apartments currently have an attractive couple living in them; except of course, for my next door neighbors—the sexiest, young couple that I've seen living in this entire building."
He stepped over the sides of my chair now so that his legs were straddling the outside of my own. I looked up at him as he finished the beer and placed it on the table behind me, a small drop of condensation from the bottle dripping onto my neck in the process. I could smell his sweat all around me. It was powerful. He was. . .powerful.
He brought his hand back from the table and placed it on the side of my face. I didn't stop him. I was so turned on.
His hand was muscular and there was a roughness to his skin that was so different than anything I'd experienced. The topography of his skin was marvelous.
He held the side of my cheek and chin softly, and then I felt his thumb rubbing over the outside corner of my lips. I shuddered as he brought it further in and pushed it past my hardly protesting mouth. He paused for just a moment, just holding his thumb between my half-open lips, and then I felt my tongue reach out to suck on his finger. I closed my lips around him.
I was sucking on his finger, with his cock just an inch away behind his hand.
I looked up at him while I sucked on his thumb even as he started to push it slowly in and out of my mouth. He was lightly fucking my lips now with his thumb and then another finger, and then another. He had his middle finger and his pointer in my mouth, lightly fingering in the simulation of what was to come. I was completely on fire. I sucked on his fingers longingly, as I began to moan whenever he pulled them too far out.
I was staring into his eyes and I could see the control he already displayed over me.
He pulled his thumb all the way out of my mouth with a pop and I almost whimpered. He took his hand and ran it through my hair, grabbing the back of my head now. He pulled me forward and I'd never been so excited in my life as I saw him pushing his amazing cock directly towards my wet and puffy lips.
I was about to suck on my first cock and my own penis was throbbing with horny need through my own bunched up running shorts.
I grabbed his cock with both of my hands suddenly because I was so nervous and I needed to hold his cock already and I needed to show him how fucking horny he'd made me. I rubbed it all over my lips. His soft, spongy head coated my lips with precum. I could taste his salty sperm for the first time and I was already fucking addicted.
I opened my lips further and took a penis in my mouth for the first time. Softly, taking my time, I pushed my lips further down around his shaft. I was determined to get as much of him into my mouth as I could. I wanted it. I wanted to suck on his cock so fucking badly.
Like, holy fuck. I WANTED his cock in my mouth. I'm was literally sucking a hot, older guy's cock and I wanted him to see how fucking slutty I felt for his cock in that moment. It was all-consuming.
I held the base of his dick while I did this, like a drunk person trying to keep a popsicle in the proper positioning for maximum pleasure.
He slowly began to fuck my mouth while I sucked, tightly milking his tip. Small lunges of his hips continued to move forward as I made dedicated moans on his first three inches. I massaged the bottom half of his cock and gently squeezed his scrotum. I did every possible thing I've ever experienced from all the girls that have ever given me life-changing blowjobs. I wanted him to feel so good. I wanted to make his cock feel incredible.
I was giddy horny.
The next ten minutes were spent like this. With me sloppily and passionately sucking on a guy for the very first time ever and with him shoving more and more of his cock down my throat as I did my best to open up my throat for him.
I wanted him to cum. I started to think about that—about him cumming in my mouth—about what it would taste like. I think he could tell this by the way I sucked. His cock started throbbing in my mouth like a restaurant "Your table is ready" pager.
"Do you want me to cum in your mouth, Bobby?"
"Yesss." I groaned to him, shoving his cock quickly back down my throat as I kept up my slutty bobbing.
"Why don't we go take a shower and you can show me how well you swallow my cum." He pulls me up suddenly and his dick pops out of my mouth. I miss it immediately. I try to push forward to grab it with my lips but he stands me all the way up. Our bodies are heaving with desire.
He grabs my hand and pulls me along to the shower in his bedroom. He closes the door behind us and he reaches in to turn the steaming hot water all the way on to get going faster.
After he's kicked his clothes all the way off and is naked, he walks up to me and rips my own shorts and boxers down my legs as I step out of them. He pushes me past the glass door and into the first scalding sprays of the shower. I can't believe I'm naked with another guy as she shuts the door and traps us in the billowing heat.
The water immediately begins to feel amazing through the mixed endorphin high of the run and the heady high of the weed and the sexual high of having just had a cock in my mouth. He rubs his penis against my own in the spray as we press against each other's muscular frames. It feels crazy to have another hard cock rubbing against my own like this.
I'm covered in goosebumps as my body adjusts to various degrees of pleasure and excitement that I'm experiencing for the first time.
He leans down to grab his body wash and he squirts a very large glob out onto both of his hands and suddenly his slippery fingers are gliding all over us as he jacks us off together.
I feel fully enveloped in his direction and control. I can't believe I'm doing any of this with another guy but I'm having so much fucking fun.
He washes me everywhere—my chest, my neck, my back, my legs, my feet, my thighs, my cock, my ass. MY ASS.
He lingers on my crotch and begins to stroke me with one hand while his other squeezes my cheek. I tremble in his slippery grip as he glides the body wash over my shaft and tickles the tip of my helmet, his fingers running soapy circles over my sensitive slit.
He turns me around now and I do as he says. Then he presses me against the wall as I feel his entire body against me.
He washes my back now fully—marvelous, kneading massages of his hands against all of my tightest muscles as I ooze with relief.
I feel him press up against me from behind. The hot water and the soap and his probing fingers all feel amazing against my nervous body.
And his cock. Oh my God does his cock feel sexy up against me. It feels hot and hard on my ass.
Holy fuck, on my ass? His cock is pressed UP AGAINST MY ASS?! I freak out for just a second but he holds me in place and continues to relax me everywhere.
I feel his cock line up with my butt crack. He washes my round cheeks with his full hands now, still rubbing me in all the best ways. His hands feel brilliant on my aching buns, and I practically beg for more as he kneads out old knots across my tush. This whole thing is so fucking unbelievable. I can't believe this vulnerable experience I'm having with another guy.
My fantasy had always involved sucking on a cock. I hadn't really ever considered anything beyond that. But it all felt so good. Everything.
I suddenly realized how exposed I was like this. His cock had nestled in the middle of my round ass. I felt him massaging my aching butt cheeks with so much dedication and I couldn't help but moan from how good it felt. I kept so much stress in my ass. My entire body was brimming with pleasurable ripples as he rubbed me.
And then I felt him slide his cock up against my hole for the first time and a whole lot more thoughts zoomed through my mind like multiple universes being revealed in the first viewing through the James Webb Space Telescope.
I opened my mouth and literally pressed it softly against the tiles of his shower. The sensitive skin of my anus made my own dick tremble from the sensation of a cock touching that foreign part of my body for the first time.
He slid his penis up and down my spread ass and especially against my sensitive ring, sandwiching his manhood there and allowing my asshole to feel every inch of his Diamondback as it slithered by seductively and rubbed along the outer edge of my opening. My anal ring was a fucking dog track for his Mastiff of a dick.
Fuckkkkkk.
That's what I was thinking. The weed high, the post-exercise bliss and the buildup up that previous weeks foreplay and sex talk with Maddy. The still-fresh taste of his pre-cum in my mouth. Everything had led me to this moment.
Was he going to fuck me?
I pushed my ass back against his cock for the first time.
This was consent. This was me telling him I was interested, or at least, I was curious in him continuing to rub his cock against me.
Whoa. I couldn't believe that's what I wanted.
Whoa, fucking, whoa.
I wanted him inside me.
He grabbed the body wash and splooged another giant dollop onto the very top of my waterfall ledge of an ass. It ran down into my crack and over my hole like cheap lubricant. I could feel how slippery-wet I was down there as he continued massaging my butt with his strong hands and sliding his cock through my cheeks
He leaned in further now and I could feel his face right behind my neck. He kissed my hairline.
"Do you know what I really enjoy doing?" He continued his torturous tease of my lubed asshole with his medieval helmet of a cockhead. I rolled my ass back against him like I'd felt my wife do for me a thousand times. His tip kept bumping against my winking opening and I would hold my breath whenever it did so, as we slowly writhed our bodies together in that hot spray.
"I really enjoy seducing straight guys, and I really, REALLY enjoy showing them how good it feels to experience another man's cock sliding into their ass for the very first time. There is nothing more satisfying than giving a straight guy his. . .Very. First. Fuck."
"Mmmmmmmmmm," I moaned when he said that, because with each carefully chosen word he spread my ass and pushed the tip of his dick, prodding my hole for entrance.
It felt like he had dumped an entire bottle of body wash out onto his cock and down my ass-crack. I was as slippery and lathered as the Tin-Man at a WD-40 Bukkake Party.
"So, here's the thing Bobby, what I need you to tell me is. . .do you want me to take your virginity? I need to hear you say it. I need to hear you tell me that you want me to pop your naughty, little ass cherry." He kissed the skin behind my ear when he asked that, like he was geo-locating my every-popping Champagne bubble pleasure receptor.
"Ughmmmmm," I moaned from his words in a pained sort of way. I was still resting on the edge of all of this—Humpty Dumpty precariously resting on the edge of remaining whole versus wanting to be smashed into a million pieces. I had been obsessed with the idea of sucking cock, and I had just found out that I LOVED sucking cock. But I had never dreamed of the idea of going all the way with a guy. But here he was, his helmet almost inside of me, asking for my consent, asking for me to give him my ass. My very first cock.
I moaned the word "Yes" to him and I couldn't help but sound submissive when I did so.
And then he popped his helmet into me, like a lock turning a key. I moaned as I reached back with my arms to hold his hips in place. My cock felt like a submarine volcano as it throbbed against the forest green tiles of his shower. Water streamed down our bodies as he held himself steady inside me.
"I need you to tell me that you want it Bobby. I need to hear you say that you want this cock all the way inside you." He pulled my head back as he grabbed my neck with his strong, right hand. His lips were so close to mine now. I had never had a guy's lips so available to me like this. His left hand pulled and massaged my left butt cheek as he continued to spread me wide.
"Yesssss," and as I said this, I pushed my ass back towards him fully.
I couldn't resist this anymore. I had to admit the insanely crazy truth. I wanted him to slide his cock all the way into me. I was so seduced by him in that moment. He had completely taken over.
He pressed his lips up to mine as the shaft of his cock began to slowly slide into my slippery buns like with that first sloshy thrust. His penis easily entered me due to the huge mess of body wash covering us.
I felt his tongue exploring my mouth as my ass got used to a cock for the first time ever. He kissed my lips with his own juicy mouth, demanding my passionate attention. It was painful and wonderful all at once. I wanted to stop, the pain was so sharp, but I also wanted to be strong and experience what it was actually like to be fucked by another guy like this. I needed to feel the pain for it to be real. I knew this. Pleasure was complicated.
He fucked me softly with the first half of his cock. He let me feel the amazing pinpricks of anal pleasure even as my ass struggled to sustain the stretching from his fat shaft. He talked to me the entire time, saying the sexiest things I could've ever imagined. His dirty talk helped me relax as my ass continued to get used to the feeling of being fucked for the first time.
"You like that cock, don't you naughty boy?" I moaned out loud when he said that. There was something really hot about him calling me "boy", designating our age difference. There was definitely something to that dynamic that hung in those words. I loved it. Fuck, I was so hard for him.
He kept on fucking me slowly, firmly.
"Yussss," I moaned back to him as we came in and out of our make-out session while he thrust. I was really beginning to enjoy the four inches he was fucking me with now. I was getting more into it, leaving some of the pain behind as the pleasure bloomed out of me and announced how much further he could go.
He definitely noticed that I was moving my ass back against his crotch now. He could tell that I was becoming more submissive, more intuitive to his dominating nature of me. I was giving into him.
I think he also saw the way my body seemed to electrify when he started being more verbal. The naughtier he spoke to me, the more my body responded. He was picking up on all of the clues I never even knew I gave off.
"You like the way I fuck you, don't you slut?" He pushed the rest of his cock slowly into me. I would later learn that he was the type of seven inches that girls had been craving since the last stages of evolution were completed. His cock was so fucking good I couldn't even believe it.
His curve bent into my prostate and I moaned loudly against a line of grout between the tiles on the wall.
"FUUUGGHHHH!" I felt my ass curl upwards and back, as I came up on my tippy toes for the first time, attempting to quantify where I fell in that insane line between Urrgghh and Wowwww—when you want one scream that can describe two competing and yet, intertwined emotions. I was becoming a sexual, Edvard Munch protagonist.
"Ahhh, yes, THERE is Daddy's little slut." He said, recognizing my shift. "There. He. Is." And he rocked against me, not sliding out, but rather, allowing his impressive pole to flex inside me, as he knowledgably broke down every remaining resistance of my previously conceived sexual identity. All seven inches seemed to pulse against my tightly stretched anal walls, making me feel so sexy in the process.
He had called himself 'Daddy.' I'd never fantasized about having anal sex, and I'd certainly never fantasized about the idea of someone being my Daddy. . .SMACCCKKKKK!
He spanked my ass all of a sudden. I moaned loudly again and forgot what I'd been contemplating. My ass stung and yet, my butt wiggled on his cock and that my own cock drizzle pre-cum again. Fuck, this was incredible.
He pulled out a little and pushed back in with a firm rocking.
"Fuuuckkk, uggghhh, MMmmm, FUCCKKK." I moaned again and again. Holy shit, I was so horny for him.
"You like Daddy's cock?" He asked me now. And I couldn't have lied to him even if I wanted to.
The truth was so fucking sexy to me in that moment. I giggle-whimpered as I leaned back to him and kissed him softly before replying to his question.
"Yessssss." I moaned, so utterly turned on.
"You like feeling my big cock taking your anal virginity? You like having your ass stretched for the first time by your Daddy's perfect cock?"
There was that word again. It should've turned me off I thought. And yet, every time he used it I felt my ass practically tremble on his penis.
"Yessss, Daddddyyyy." I moaned for him so openly and he began to fuck me harder now because he knew I was ready.
I had said the fucking word. I had called him "Daddy." I didn't actually have any sort of Daddy fantasy per se, but it was the admission of my want to play a role for him. I wanted to be that kind of slut for him in this moment. The dirtier he made me feel, the more determined I was to fulfilling that casting. I was so fucking dedicated to him in that moment as our skin steamed together under the hot water while he pounded me.
He held my hips and fucked me from behind in that shower like a really good fucking Gonzo porno. It wasn't too fast or frenzied, but it was exactly the type of erotica that Maddy and I usually orgasmed to when browsing for a really great scene to watch.
I moaned like so many sluts I had watched in porn movies moaned when they were pushed up against a shower wall and firmly taken by a stud who knew the type of fucking they needed.
He fucked me and we made out and I moaned into his mouth and I especially moaned any time he called me a "slut" or called himself my "Daddy" and it made me feel even more submissive for him and it made me feel even more like I needed to please him and do whatever he told me to do and being able to give up that kind of control was one of the most powerful concepts I had ever arrived at naturally and I know that all of this was a run-on sentence but so was the explosion of mental sex gymnastics that my brain was doing as all of this was going on. This was the grandest accident—carnal Penicillin to the disease of what I'd been missing.
I had only been interested in sucking on a cock with Maddy. There was never any talk between us about me being fucked by a cock. That wasn't even a possibility I had considered. And now my neighbor was sliding his bareback behemoth into my horny butthole while I savored every minute of my first time with a guy. What a fucking wild idea the whole thing was. I wished that I could have a tape of this as it happened so that I could watch it all back later. Oh, to have been a fly on that wall, watching this guy-on-guy up against that same wall. My. Oh. My. The splish-splash of each slapping pound was the most amazing thing I'd ever listened to, and I'd pounded some sexy lady ass in my day.
Fuck, I was definitely still high, too. I felt silly from how good this sex was. Like, I was playfully silly. I wondered if the weed was helping me deal with the pain of my first time.
The wet slap of his hips against my ass in the shower began to sound more ravenous and I realized the longer we fucked that the pain in my bottom had completely disappeared.
What replaced it was something in the pleasurable potassium nitrate category. I bounced back on him like some sort of desperate sex fiend. I was under the power of some very forbidden magic. I wanted all of him inside me, and I wanted it so very much. My ass became greasier and greasier as we fucked. I knew that I had used the restroom recently so that it was mostly just the huge globs of body wash and his own precum that was making my butt feel so open and nasty and full of our buildup. It felt like I was taking a really amazing dump every time he pulled all the way out of me. Our manly lather covered each other's private parts.
My butthole had gotten seriously juicy as he fucked me. I could even hear his cock sliding through the oily crevice of my cheeks like some sort of squeegee against a window. I loved that so much. I had started to gape for him now. I could feel it. He had really stretched me.
I placed my hands on my ass and spread myself further for him as he pounded me, all the while the bouncing ball of my moans filled the shower with noise. He could definitely tell how much I was loving this. I oozed my arousal with each new filling.
I moaned in that shower over and over again for him, and every time I moaned I felt his cock buzz inside of me. He was turned on by how well I was taking him. He may have seduced me, but I was doing a very good job at being fucked. And that really turned me on—knowing I could be a good lay for him.
It made me hard knowing how good a bottom I was being for this man. Fuck, is that what I was?
Was I a fucking bottom?
I had to consider that as he pounded my anus like a battering ram invading my exposed Helm's Deep.
Then he did something I really wasn't expecting. He put his strong hands on my upper thighs and he picked me up so that my legs had to wrap around his back for balance as I bent forward with my arms and torso hanging towards the floor. I steadied myself with my hands near the drain of the shower as he held me aloft. He'd moved us directly into the spray now.
My upper body hung down in front of me in the drenching water. I think they called this position, 'The Plow'. I'd fucked Maddy like this once and she loved it. I loved how easily he held me like this. He was showing off at this point, I could've sworn. His strong arms easily held me and I was already missing his thrusting. But then he started to fuck me again, even as I swung in front of him like his slutty, little rag doll.
Holy fuck he was so incredibly good at fucking.
"Are you ready to take my cum, Slut?" And I realized that meant he was almost there. He was roughly fucking me now, and I was definitely ready for whatever the fuck he wanted me to do.
He reached around and started to jack me off as he fwapped against my ass in the greasy lube of soap and cum and sweat and ass juice.
I trembled and my legs grew weak as I could feel my own orgasm cresting.
I paused him and I put my legs back down on the floor so I could bend over again for him.
We were back to fucking in the leapfrog position as I put my hands down in front of me. I bent my ass up as good as I could for him as his cock thrust in and out of me, slamming my prostate and milking me for my seed each time he pulled his full length out.
"I'm gonna cum, Bobby, bounce that slutty ass on my cock like you want it so bad." And I did bounce my ass on him, just like he told me too. I bounced my ass on his cock like Maddy bounced her ass on my cock. I imagined I was her—I thought about how good she bounced on my cock. I thought about the noises she made when she rode me, or when I was pounding her from behind, close to cumming. I gave him everything he wanted to see and hear and feel. I made sure to absolutely torture his cock with my ass's flirty bouncing abilities. I squeezed him with my ass. I was good at this.
His hand rubbed me softly but firmly. I couldn't hold back any more. The fullness of my butt mixed with him lightly massaging up and down my shaft was all too much.
My cock exploded and I painted the tile wall with my load like a Nickelodeon logo.
And just as I was finishing my own orgasm I felt him pull out of me and push me down onto the shower floor as he spun me around. I did as he instructed and soon I could feel him pushing his hard cock back into my mouth. I didn't resist at all. I could feel him pulsing immediately.
I wanted him to finish in my mouth.
That's how slutty I felt. That's how perfect this had become. I wanted the full on experience. If I was going to be fucked by a guy, I wanted to be fucked like the sluttiest fucking girl he had ever fucked. That's what was turning me on all of a sudden—this complete submission to this fucking stud of an older man.
I wrapped my lips around his pulsing cockhead and locked onto that sausage helmet as his cum burst out of his penis and down my throat. I sucked hard.
One. Two. Three. Four.
That's how many blasts of cum I was able to swallow down before I choked and pulled my mouth off. He continued cumming on my lips—on my face. His cum made a small lake on my tongue and then he closed my mouth and I swallowed that for him too.
What I wasn't able to swallow ran down my chin and along the edge of my cheeks. His sperm was all over me. A single drop dripped backwards down my nose and over my eyebrow and forehead.
A string of cum connected his dick to my nose at one point. I wrapped that around a finger and I sucked that down too. I never stopped sucking. I started deep-throating him, sucking like I was trying to get the last little bit of cherry red ICEE out of the straw. I was addicted to his cock and his cum and his power over me. I sucked him so hard.
I whimpered as I tasted my ass on him. I didn't even care. Everything was so stupidly incredible that I couldn't even stop to analyze my still-humming fears. So fucking what—I tasted a little ass. A little funk for sex that good? Fuck yes, I'd suck that down every time.
He pulled his cock out of my mouth and stood me up against the wall.
He leaned forward and we made out softly like that, tasting the cum between our lips now. My own cum-covered penis rubbed against his half-hard mizzenmast in the rain of that still-streaming nozzle. I felt him grab one of my raisined hands, interlocking our fingers as we kissed.
The bathroom looked more like a sauna at that point. I could only barely make out the silhouette of our bodies in the sink mirror that faced his shower doors, as it had disappeared in the fog.
He tucked my head into his shoulder and I breathed a shuddery breath against him and I practically collapsed.
I felt a tear roll down my cheek as he held me like that, the intensity of our act still blowing up over and over again in my mind like a Groundhog Hour.
I'd never felt an orgasm like that. It was the newest new I could ever remember discovering—the newest fucking goddamned new.
We stayed like that a while longer and I then I looked up at him and smiled.
"Fuck." I said to him, as we unlatched and got out of the shower together. He turned off the water.
"Right?!" He said to me, as he threw me a towel and we dried off. It was so weird. . .it's like we'd gone right back to being good friends again.
"I should probably tell you, I wasn't planning on that happening when I invited you over. . .I think the weed sort of made my inner dom come out a little more."
"Oh, you don't need to apologize. . .that was fucking incredible. I think the weed helped me do some stuff too." I looked at him and admired his frame as he stood there naked with his cock dangling deliciously in front of him, still half-hard.
"So, was that was your first time with a guy?" He asked me, with a sexy, kind of cocky little smile behind his words. God, he was so fucking hot and he absolutely knew it.
"Yeah, I never thought I'd do anything like that. Maddy and I had fantasized about sucking a cock together, but I had no idea I wanted to do, ya know, any of that other stuff."
He smiled at me as I bared the immediacy of my feelings to him.
"Well, you should know that a lot of straight guys actually have fantasies of playing with cock, so it's good that you allowed yourself to experience something so new."
I leaned into him and we kissed again. I had to get going.
I was starving all of a sudden, and probably, if I was being honest, a little stunned still, like the last hour or so had all happened in a dreamlike haze.
We exchanged numbers after changing back into out clothes—for me I just put my shorts and t-shirt on, carrying my running shoes, socks, and boxers with me to make the short walk down the hall and into my own apartment. I planned on taking it all off again to shower anyway.
I promised him I'd text him when I wanted to get together again—I wasn't sure whether that meant running or sex but I was too overwhelmed to think about it. We kissed one last time and then I was walking down the hall towards my place.
I stepped inside and immediately jumped when I saw Maddy standing by the dining room table near our door, sorting through a stack of mail.
"Maddy!" I practically leapt out of my skin, as I shouted. She looked at me with a funny face. "I didn't expect you home until Sunday!" I said to her.
"Yeah, long story, I had to reschedule with the parents, I sent you a bunch of texts over the last few hours." She looked at me with sort of a suspicious eyebrow.
She was used to seeing me get home from runs, but I didn't usually take my socks, shoes and boxers off before coming inside.
Whoops.
"Oh, crap, sorry I hadn't checked my phone, I uh..." I smiled at her a little bit. I almost lied to her, but, why? This was our fantasy. She couldn't possibly be mad about what I'd just done—it was exactly what she'd been hoping for with me. And with our stupidly sexy, silver fox of a neighbor no less.
"What have you been up to?" She said it in that naughty, teasing way.
"Ummm, well, I think you'll be very happy about what I've been up to." I raised an eyebrow at her and she raised two eyebrows back at me.
She looked towards the door where I'd just come in.
"I will?" She asked, and she moved closer to me now, like a cat, inspecting a package.
"Yeah," I felt her body slink up to mine. "I was over at the neighbor's. . .he and I went on a run together."
"Mmmm, you did?!" She asked me, and she put her hands on my hips. I was getting hard again feeling the contrast of her soft touch.
"Yeah, and he invited me back to his place afterwards." She looked me in the eye when I said this. There was an instantly sultry look in my her eyes. She was very invested now.
"Mmmm, that sounds fun. And what did you boys do exactly?" She asked me. I felt her push her body up against mine as she ran her hand over my running shorts as she found my cock. She was very turned on almost instantly. I could feel the hope in her fantasy as it arrived.
"Mmm, we uh, we talked and had some beers and uh, smoked some pot, and I, umm. . ." She had taken out my cock with one hand and had pulled her pants down to rub her clit at the same time now. I stared as she pushed her thong to the side and rubbed her wetness.
"What sweetie? Tell me what you did." She was rubbing her wet pussy against my leg as she jacked me close to her now. I could feel her warmth all over.
"He pulled his cock out and told me he knew it was us on the app, because he could read how many feet away we were when we were talking to him. And um. . .he walked up to me as I was sitting in a chair at his dining table, and he walked up to me and started rubbing my face and then started pushing his thumb into my mouth."
She urgently kissed me all of a sudden and moaned when I said that. "Mmmm, and then what happened, baby." Maddy was so turned on.
"He pushed his cock into my mouth and sucked on him."
She ran her nose all over my chin and face. She could smell his cum all over me and she was going bonkers. We made out for a bit—it was intensely arousing for her to hear that I had sucked on my first dick, and I could tell in the way she moaned through our kisses.
"MMmmmm oh my God, I can smell his cum on your face baby, holy fuck that's so fucking hot." She made out with me more aggressively. She licked me. She was tasting his cum on me—licking his residue off of my skin. She couldn't stop. She loved knowing she was tasting another man's cum all over her hot husband.
"Sooo, you made him cum with your mouth?! Fuck baby, that's so hot!" She jacked me off and she fingered herself now. We just stood there by the door as she pressed me for more details. I could tell by her movements how close to cumming she was.
"Actually baby. . ." I looked at her with the most unbelievably devious grin. "I made him cum with my ass."
Her mouth dropped open as she looked at in me in shock.
"UNNNNNFFFFFFFFFFF!!" She moaned, as her orgasm ripped through her body while she diddled her pussy. I spoke into her ear now softly and described each delectable moment as she came and came and came.
"He bent me over in the shower and he teased me with his cock and he rubbed body wash into my hole. He slid his cock into me and he took me gently at first and then he fucked me for a long time." She desperately moaned into my neck and bit me as I told her this story. Apparently she was totally into the idea of me being fucked. I was thrilled by that of course. We had all the same kinks. It was thrilling.
"Fuckkkk baby ohmaguhgghhhhh." She just kept cumming while I spoke.
I finally pushed her down on the hardwood floor in front of the door and I ripped her pants off and I pulled her panties fully to the side and we fucked for five crazy minutes.
I exploded inside of her even as she begged for every single detail of how the neighbor had managed to fuck my ass and cum in my mouth. I told her everything.
I came hard again just from reliving such delicious details as my cock exploded into my wife's soaked pussy.
We lay there breathing hard together, both of us reveling in the implications of my first gay experience as we beamed like electric stovetop coils in our conjoined afterglow.
Minutes went by with both of us just holding each other and finding all of the available breath around us in our sweaty heap.
"So. . .when are the three of us hanging out exactly?" She said finally, breaking the silence after we finished our crazy, horny quickie."
"He gave me his number. . .wanna see what he's doing on Sunday?" I said to her, and she beamed at me. We made out some more on the floor as I curled up beside my incredible wife.
"Is that enough time for your asshole to recover?" She whispered to me, and I pushed her playfully as we wrestled around on the carpet.
We finally stopped and she leaned into me. "I'm so glad you can be so open and fun with me sexually. I love you, babe."
"I love you too," I said.
Our sex life had officially become a rocket ship.
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