He Sat Naked, Sipping Wine
My wife lay in a silk robe on his sofa when I stepped into his home
I got my wife’s text that she and her boyfriend were finished, and I could come pick her up. She had me drop her off and pick her up more to tease me than she did out of concerns for her safety because she trusted Kevin implicitly. I had met him once when the three of us went out to dinner and he was a nice guy.
The front door to his place was unlocked. Betty was lying on the sofa in a silk robe with her tits exposed. Her strands of hair curled and frizzed and her eyes were closed like she was waking from a dream. A cum stain was on her left tit and her fingers were moving gently between her legs.
“He’s in the kitchen,” she whispered. “He wants to see you.”
I stepped into the kitchen and suddenly my cock stiffened in the presence of his sexual aura.
“Your wife is great.” He was relaxed, almost in a trance.
“Thanks.”
He smiled in the soft lighting. “Wine?”
“No, thank you.” I trembled.
“I did Betty quite hard.” He sipped his drink. “She took me well.”
In the snap of a finger, I could imagine his cock thrusting hard into her pussy and coming on her tits and in her mouth — again and again. Fuck. I knew her moans and imagined how her voice would have filled the place.
I breathed hard but said nothing. I wasn’t interested in my wife.
He caught my eye. “Kneel.”
“Yes, sir.” The title I gave him was involuntary, but he deserved it.
“Open.” He stood, setting his glass on the counter, and pulling back his robe.
I opened my mouth and he slid his cock in, pushing deep into my throat until I gagged. Oh, fuck. He pulled back. A sexual scent was heavy on his shaft and he pushed hard into my throat again but pulled out before I could suck him. I was tasing Betty’s pussy juice and the drippings of his cum.
My cock was pulsing like crazy — so hard.
“Stand up. You’ve sucked guys before?” he asked, taking his glass.
“Yes, sir.” I stood, feeling my cock stiffen.
“Hmm. My friends and I could do both you and your wife. Would you like that?”
“Yes, sir.” I was breathing hard.
“Take her home and come when you snuggle against her ass.”
“I will.” I didn’t want to leave.
“The next time, you’ll be naked for me, too.” His voice was matter-of-fact. “I’ll be using her again soon.”
“Yes, sir.” I breathed hard as I turned to get Betty from the sofa. Kevin was a sexual master and I could tell why she wanted him so badly. I wanted him, too.
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