"Is that you, Honey?" I hear as I push the back door shut.
"Yeah," I answer her, seeing the surprised look on my new friend's face.
"You alone?" the wife calls out again from somewhere in the house.
"Nope. I just brought home a playmate," I answered, pulling him by the hand through the kitchen toward the bedroom. He pulls back a little, but does not resist, with a more than shocked look on his face after hearing my response. "I thought you'd be gone by now," I shout back to her.
"Well don't leave a mess in the guest room. I just changed the sheets."
"Okay. No problem, Baby," I call out, "We won't. We'll leave everything as clean and neat as we find it. Promise"
"Who is that?" he whispers brusquely, with a frantic look on his face. "Is that your sister?"
"Not really, " I tell him, turning toward him and backing him past the table.
"Who is it?" he questions again. "Your room mate?"
"Don't worry about," I tell him. "She's fine."
"Yeah, but who is she?" he asks with a little more disbelieving tone to his voice.
"Don't worry about her. She's just the wife."
"Your wife? What the fuck?"
I squeeze his hand tightly, practically dragging him through the bedroom door and shutting the door behind us. "She's TOTALLY fine with this. Don't worry your pretty little face. She knows. She really does! I have needs she doesn't meet. TRUST ME."
"You're kidding right? You're going to fuck me with your wife in the house?" followed by a dramatic pause. "I am not sure I can do this, man. This is too weird, dude!" he tells me with a concerned look of disbelief.
"How is it weird? You've never been with a married guy, before?" I answer, reaching to undo his belt with both hands.
"Well, yeah, but not with his wife there!" He reaches down to stop my hands, but I am already pulling his pants down his hips. He is going commando and his thick cock slaps against his belly as it is freed, betraying his fears, as his pants drop to his ankles. "I'm not so sure about this, man," he still whispers as I slip my left hand lower and cup his warm testicles as I wrap my arm around his neck to pull him into a kiss. He automatically wraps his arms around my hips to remain balanced, as his half naked body lines up against mine and I kiss him.
"Oh my," he whispers just before our mouths interlock. I reach down and undo the snap on my cargo shorts and wiggle my ass so I can lower them off my hips. My cock rises up under his low hanging nuts, feeling their sweaty and weighty dampness from underneath. I can tell he is not as upset as he pretends to be, as he presses his hips into me and his hard cock nestles itself against the bush above my hard cock. Youthful need far outweighs shock in this situation as his tongue finds its way deeper into my mouth and I suck it tentatively. I turn his back slightly to the bed as I step in that direction, both of our pants now around our ankles, making our backward steps a bit awkward. As the back of his knees reach the mattress, he instinctively bends them to sit half naked and fully aroused, and his eyes come face to face with my rampant cock. His hands reach intuitively for me and he caresses my hardness with one and my swelling balls with the other. I feel his warm wet mouth close around my shaft.
I step out of the well worn flip flops on my feet and then out of the tan shorts puddled around my ankles, but he does not let my cock escape his sucking mouth and my hands gently caress his shoulders not covered by the thin white wifebeater he is wearing. I take the flimsy wifebeater straps between my fingers and pull upward as he lifts his arms to release himself from its confines. As his smooth chest comes into full view, I gaze down, and I feel the tension building in my cock and balls. This kid is good, and his smooth flawless body is a total turn on. His hands move up from my cock to caress my belly and continue upward to my chest, feeling the soft hair and my hardening nips. He is proud of his talents, and the fact that he has seduced for himself another married man, not the first for the week. He pushes thoughts of my wife from his mind.
His tongue is in perpetual motion on my cock, first on head and then on that sensitive spot just under the head, with lots of wet suction, and then travelling up and down the shaft like a harmonica, and then around my tightening hairless balls. I am so glad the wife likes the manscaping I do every other day because it pleases not only her but my "take out boys." I feel his ample supply of saliva flow between the cheeks of my ass just behind my balls as his head bounces up and down on my cock. I lay my hand on the top of his his brown hair to slow him down. He's knows he is going to get my load, but not in his mouth. I'd made that intention clear at the automotive store where I'd met him only minutes before and warned him, "My rod was going to blow in someone's crankcase before the day was over". He understood completely as he volunteered to come over and help me out!
I pushed him back on the bed and bent down to pull his trainers and jeans off of his slightly hairy legs, noting that he shaves his hard cock and balls smooth. I cup his tightening balls once again in my right hand and kiss first the left and then the right orb, and then I kiss the tip of his cock as he does repeated sharp intakes of breath with each kiss. He watches me with those steal blue eyes as I ask him to pull his legs up onto the bed. "But....she's going to hear us. Don't you think?" he whispers with genuine concern.
"I hope so," I answer him matter-of-factly. "If she doesn't, then I'm not doing something right!" I tell him with a coy grin across my face. "Come on. Pull them up for me," I order. "She's probably outside the door listening, if I know her," I tell him, half joking. He has a shocked look is on his face as he lifts his legs and places his socked feet on the right and left of his hips. His pink hairless nuts are now pulled up tight in his wrinkled and hairless pink nutsack, and his hole is publically displayed between his spread ass cheeks. He, too, is a talented manscaper, as there is not a hair anywhere, even around the base of his hard cock that now points up toward his navel.
He watches me as I reach into the nightstand drawer and pull out a bottle of baby oil and apply a thin coat to my burgeoning cock and then a little to his waiting hole. I rub the oil into the swelling petals of his rosebud. He moans a little, partly in surprise and partly in horniness. He watches as I rub the head of my swollen cock against his pucker. The sensations of smooth cock and wrinkled rose raises our level of excitement and sexual tension.
I press the glans against the rose to feel its tension. "Oh my," he whimpers. "Condom?" he asks tentatively.
"Don't use 'em," I answer, as I slip my naked shaft to the hilt inside him, providing the necessary distraction to get him focused on what is happening. His ass clenches my cock tightly. "If I intended to fuck a rubber, I wouldn't be fucking you," I tell him.
"OH MY GOD!" he almost screams as he realizes I am fully inside him, "You're going to kill me! Take it out! Take it out!' he whimpers. "It hurts too much! You're too big!"
Shhhhh, " I whisper, "The wife will hear!" I whisper a lie to him as if it mattered. He tries not to whimper as he attempts to push away from me to release himself from his sudden and unexpected impalement, but my hands are locked on his wrists, and I am fully hilted with no intention of letting him escape, holding him tightly in place. The warm dampness of his frantic and clenching body around my hard cock almost sends me over the top. I press so hard against him that the bone above my cock is almost painfully bruising against his ass.
"You're doing just fine," I answer him, locking my eyes on his as I hold his arms next to his head. His face continues to register the franticness of this moment. "Just go with the flow. Ride through it. You can do it," I encourage him. I move to kiss him again, but the continuing look of distress on his face is priceless, and he is no longer focused on the lack of condom, but on the sensitivity of his hole to this sudden deep invader. The clenching around my cock is amazing as I withdraw an inch or less and rabbit fuck it back into him repeatedly trying to distract him and to loosen the flesh surrounding the head of my cock..
"Get this boy to relax and enjoy," I tell myself in my head as he rides through the experience. Soon enough, the clenching of his hole slows and his face relaxes. I lock my mouth onto his and kiss him deeply as I pull his legs higher up to his ears. His breathing slows. He is now vanquished, and all of him is mine! I begin the dance above his body, varying my strokes into him: Short and sweet, followed by deep and luxuriant, enjoying every slippery inch as I slide deeply. His breathing matches my thrusts. And he begins to moan as I touch places not often touched by another man. I feel my cockhead flare inside him as the tension in my balls builds. We are lost in the moment, the world around us has momentarily disappeared..
I feel a gentle hand on my shoulder, breaking our shared passion. "Honey, I hate to bother you but I need to get some money out of your wallet," I hear a feminine voice say to me. I now realize I had not locked the bedroom door, and the voice is my wife, standing next to the bed
"Oh my God," the voice beneath me responds as he looks anywhere but at the woman intruder.
"I'm really sorry, sweetie, but you said you would stop by the bank before you went to the auto store, and I need that money for the groceries," she says apologetically without making eye contact with the man beneath me. "I do NOT want to pull out of this guy because I know he will bolt for the door if I do" I tell myself. I flex my cock inside him as if it's some secret code to stay put. His eyes widen and he stays.
I push deeper into him again to hold him there as I tell my wife, "Um... give me my fucking shorts on the floor, okay?" He whimpers at both the physical intrusion of my cock deeper inside him, and the intrusion of my wife into our intimacy. I arch my back upwards to take the shorts in my hand, releasing his one leg, but needing the other hand to hold myself up. I feel badly for not leaving the bills on the kitchen table to have prevented her intrusion, and I am now unable to extricate the wallet from the pocket with just one hand. His hand comes from beneath me and pulls the wallet from the pocket, extending his hand with the wallet toward my wife. I drop the empty pants to the floor. All of our eyes meet in that moment. They both smile coyly at each other, as if this is the most usual way for two strangers to meet.
"Thank you, " she says to him almost nonchalantly as she pulls some bills from the wallet. "Where do you want your wallet, sweetie?" she asks me. I sigh and look down into the face of the man I am fucking.
Why all these questions?" I think to myself.
"Just leave it with the pants on the floor, Baby," I answer, almost disgruntled.
"Whose your friend?" she asks in an attempt to normalize the awkwardness. He looks up at me, tightens his ass on my cock, and smiles because he knows we never shared names. I flex my cock inside him to signal him that I am on to him.
"This is...um...Scott, from...um.... the Automotive Store," I tell her without losing a beat, making it up as I go along. He glances in my face and squelches a laugh, involuntarily tightening his hole around me with the muscles that control such things as chuckles and holes. I push into him and flare my cock head to warn him away from continuing this conversation with intruder into our intimacy.
"Hello Scott," she says looking down into his cute face.
"Goodbye dear," I say, interrupting her, diverting her back to her exit strategy. She looks at "Scott," and then brushes past our naked intertwined bodies, swatting my bare ass as she heads toward the bedroom door. "Have fun, guys," she yells as she pulls the door shut behind her.
I look longingly down into his face with his irresistible smile. The thrill has not ended, as my cock has stayed hard the entire time inside him. Maybe it was more erotic knowing my wife had seen me making love to him. Maybe it was having permission to meet my "other needs" that kept me on the erotic edge inside him. I press into him deeply and ask, "Now where were we?" His hands return to my hips as I begin again the dance. I slice my cock deeply inside him and then do quick rabbit fucking jabs into his gut, trying to deftly hit his prostate. He responds quickly with moans and sighs and tightening around my shaft from deep inside his body, so I repeat the dance.
I feel my orgasm building as he begins to stroke himself beneath me. It would be amazing if we could both reach our release together, but I know it takes many times together which we have not yet shared. My swollen balls are tight against the base of my cock. I feel my release arriving with such intensity, but I do not let him know as I continue to dance above him. Semen rushes from my balls and up the tube of my cock. A sudden slickeriness surrounds my shaft as my seed exits my body. Does he feel it? Does he know I am now part of him? I have painted the white of my love all over the walls of his gut. The deed is done.
I continue to rut inside him as he locks his eyes on mine, thankful that my cock stays hard for awhile after I cum.
"Don't cum inside me, okay...um...since you don't have a condom?" I lock my mouth on his to silence those words, to deny what has already occurred.
"Let me feel you cum," I almost order him as I continue to slide in and out of his wet and slippery bum. His hand is a persistent blur on his cock. His balls stop dancing with his stroking and pull tight against his body. He suddenly lets loose a huge volley of semen, spraying both himself and me with white goo as he moans and whimpers through his own release.
"I'm cumming," he whispers softly, thrusting his hips upwardly with me still imbedded inside him. My body and cock follow him up and come back down with him.
"Oh yeah! I know you are," I assure him of the obvious. We both ride through his orgasm as I enjoy the repeated squeezing of my softening cock within in. His hand stops stroking and hid breathing returns to normal in the afterglow.
I lean down to whisper in his ear, "I came before you told me no to," I whisper.
"I kinda knew you had," he whispered back before planting a kiss on my cheek and wrapping his body around mine.