22/08/2016
Pete was a very nice guy I met at work. We work in the same building but out of different offices. We often talked in the common area over coffee. Our relationship was very platonic, no thought of sex. I enjoyed our conversations on non sexual issues. As we grew closer we talked about our spouses and I let slip that Hubby and I were very liberal in our views on sex. I didn’t tell him I had fucked three different guys other than my husband but I did hint that I was open to doing blow jobs with my husband’s approval. Pete seemed impressed more than shocked and shared that he and his wife gave up on having any kind of sex life long ago. She had completely lost interest and it had caused such a rift that they no longer even spoke of it.
After that conversation I couldn’t stop thinking about Pete never getting any sex and probably having to jack off to get relief. Of course I shared my feelings with Hubby who said maybe I should give him a hand job or go down on him. I decided to not act on my urges for fear of ruining our friendship but sometime later reconsidered and offered to “do something” for Pete if he didn’t mind my husband being present. He said while he appreciated the offer he just could not get into “doing something” with my husband watching.
After I told Hubby he advised that if I really wanted to give Pete and hand job or maybe a blow job it was okay even if he couldn’t be there. He also said it was okay to do it at our house rather than in the back of a car or some other awkward location. He asked what I would do if Pete asked for more than a blow job and I said I was sure he wouldn’t.
I thought about it for a while and then one day I invited Pete to our house one day at noon for the express intent of sucking his cock. I told him straight out that if he would come to my house I would give him a blow job while my husband was at work. He at first didn’t think I was serious but I finally convinced him and asked how long had I been since a woman had gone down on him. He laughed and said he couldn’t remember the last time.
He was very nervous at first but I assured him everything would be fine. After calming his initial trepidation, I sat at his feet as he sat in our living room. I rubbed his growing cock through his pants. I told him to pull it out. He freed his rock hard cock and after stroking it a couple of times I began rubbing the big red head over my face. I then licked the big red knob. After giving it the ice cream cone treatment for a while I took it in my mouth and began to bob my head up and down on it. His cock was not a typical middle age man’s cock. It was as hard as a teenager’s first hard on.
I looked up in his eyes as I worked his cock and he looked as though he was enjoying it immensely. He lasted a very long time but eventually began to cum. After the first blast spilled into my mouth I stopped sucking and stroked the balance as it ran across my fingers. I then did something I rarely do. I licked the cum from his cock and my hand and swallowed it. He groaned his pleasure while watching me lap it up.
The most amazing thing was that after I finished Pete was still hard. I couldn’t believe it. He had cum but was still as hard as when we started. He said he often stays hard. My husband always said I shouldn’t waste a good hard on so I took his meaning and lead Pete to the bathroom. We both stripped and he saw me naked for the first time. I laid him on the bed and straddled him lowering my eager pussy to meet his still rock hard boner. His hard cock penetrated me and it felt so good as it sank deeper into me until it disappeared and our pubic hair meshed. He reached up and molded my boobs as I rocked on him. After a few moments of grinding I leaned forward and he began to hunch upward driving his inflexible shaft up into me again and again until I had a dramatic orgasm. As I collapsed onto him I could feel his cock was still hard! After a moment or two he rolled me over, and pushed my legs up and slid his stiff shaft back into my very wet pussy. He eased in and out and then picked up his strokes until he was plowing deep inside me. He lifted my legs and put them over my shoulders allowing his rigid cock to plunge even deeper with each thrust. His balls slapped against my bare ass as he stabbed that big rigid pole in and out of my more than willing hole.
I called out for him to “fuck me, FUCK ME” and he did. Did he ever! Finally as I felt I might pass out from the waves of pleasure I began to cum, again. It was one of the most intense orgasms I had ever had.
A few minutes after my climax he had tensed and began to cum inside me.
As he finished and pulled out I could not help but notice that even now his cock was still almost completely erect. I rolled over and pulled his semi hard cock to my mouth and tasted his juices and mine. I sucked it some more and then held it as it gradually softened. I then relaxed into the bed and went to sleep.
Pete dozed too and we were both late getting back to work. To this day neither he nor I have spoken about that day. We are still friends but feel a bit awkward about each other and rarely talk. He is still the perfect gentleman.
It may have been a mistake to do what we did and I’m sure it will never happen again but oh goodness it sure felt good. My husband was okay with me fucking him even though he wasn’t present but insists that Pete must have taken some sort of pill, Viagra or the like.
Now I had actually had sex with four men other than my husband.