A gay story: My Male Wife and His Wife Author’s Note: The story below is entirely fictional.
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Both my parents came from Irish families. In his youth, my father was a member of one of Philadelphia’s gangs, but after meeting my mother he left the life of crime and they started a family in one of the city’s lesser neighborhoods. They had three sons, I am the eldest and my two brothers are ten and fourteen years younger than me.
When I was a teenager, I hung out with some bad guys who belonged to a local gang. My parents tried to maintain a peaceful life away from crime, and to prevent history from repeating itself, they moved to a small house in one of the far suburbs, which was mostly inhabited by Hispanic immigrants.
The house was indeed small, but it had a large yard, and I planted an orchard of fruit trees that produced many fruits in season. Among the trees, my mother set up beds and planted various vegetables in them that contributed to saving the family’s expenses. We lived a simple life. There wasn’t really a shortage of home, but there wasn’t financial well-being either.
Over the years, my father and I built a large wooden warehouse at the end of the yard, which we originally used as a workshop and scrap warehouse, but now we no longer used it.
When I finished high school, I studied auto mechanics and found a job in one of the garages in town. I bought an old classic Ford Mustang and for a year I worked, on and off, on its engine. I then took it to the garage, where I worked, and used some favors to get sheet metal work and paint at a cost price. Now, my Mustang is a real beauty with a powerful engine that works flawlessly.
As part of my independence, I cleared out the warehouse that was no longer in use, and turned it into my own living cabin, outside the house and without the noise of my siblings. This was a convenient arrangement, except that I can’t bring girls to my little cabin, and being forced to be with a woman only at her place is quite a distressing situation.
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Hi, my name is Jack and I’m 24 years old. I’m 6’5” and having spent most of my life doing hard physical work, I’m muscular and broad shouldered. My body shape deters many men and attracts many women. There are few men who try to mess with me.
On the day our story begins, I returned home from the garage, and stopped on my way at a small diner, which was next to a gas station, to have a quick meal. When I was done I went into the bathroom of the gas station to pee. Usually, I preferred to evacuate under some tree on the side of the road than enter the dirty toilets of the gas station. But this time, I can’t even say why, I went into the bathroom.
I passed one of the cells, whose door was open, and stopped there. Inside the cell stood a fat giant, taller and wider even than me, with his legs spread on either side of the toilet. His pants were open under his huge belly. On his head he wore a baseball cap of the type that is common among truck drivers. In front of him, kneeling on his knees, was a fair man, with straight blond hair, dressed in a fancy suit, giving the giant a blowjob.
I surveyed the two with curiosity. The suit ate the giant’s cock with an eagerness that indicated his love for the craft, while the giant, whose eyes were closed, clutched his head, moaning loudly and not stopping talking.
“Oh, what a good cock sucker you are.”
“You like it. Don’t you, whore?”
“Go deeper. As deep as you can.”
“Yes, that’s good. That’s good. Go on.”
Suddenly, the giant opened his eyes and looked at me, “Here’s another cock sucker. Want some too? You can join in. There’s enough cock for both of you.”
The suit stopped, lifted his head from the giant’s cock and gave me an embarrassed look. A moment later the giant grabbed the suit by his head and slammed him on his cock.
“Keep sucking, whore. Want the other whore to help you?”
I gave him my middle finger and continued to the next cell. The giant didn’t hesitate, “You can also have it in your ass, if you prefer. You son of a bitch, you fucking cock sucker.”
I urinated, flushed out and left the cell. On the way out, to purposely annoy him, I stood again and watched the suit sucking the giant’s cock with over-enthusiasm. Again I gave the giant a fat middle finger and grinned. And only then did I left.
Five minutes later I forgot about the whole thing.
A few days later, I finished eating, got into my car and started driving, as I pass the entrance to the diner in slow motion. I stopped to light a cigarette and at that very moment the giant appeared next to me and shoved his bare cock into the window of my car.
“Suck it, whore.” He commanded.
I smiled at him and said, “Oh, what a beautiful dick.”
With one hand I held the base of his cock while with my other hand I held the burning cigarette and attached it to the sensitive lower part of the cock. The giant jumped up with a scream and tried to hit my car, but I had already pressed the gas pedal and was about twenty feet away from him.
The giant kept yelling, “The bastard burned my cock. The bastard burned my cock!”
The owner of the diner left the restaurant and yelled back at the giant, “Put your dirty dick in your pants and get out of here. If you don’t, I’m calling the police!”
“But he burned my cock,” the giant retorted.
I sat in my car and laughed out loud. My laughter upset the giant even more and he tried to chase me, with his cock out. At that moment, completely by chance, a state police car pulled into the station. The giant shoved his cock into his pants and ran towards the parking lot.
I continued towards the access road to the station, when a black Bentley arrived in a slow driving. A quick glance at the driver was enough for me to recognize the cock sucker with the suit. I stopped and signaled him to stop too. He did and opened the window.
“The cock you’re looking for is disabled for the time being, but I have an exchange cock for you.” I said in the language of mechanics.
He sent me a longing look and nodded. It was clear that he was not happy with either the giant, his cock or both. I signaled him to drive after me and went out on the road. I drove about half a mile up the road, and there, on the left of the road, was the entrance to a small park. During the holiday periods the park was full of visitors, but most of the year it was deserted.
I parked my Mustang in the parking lot and walked towards a wooden picnic table, the kind common at picnic sites, which was hidden in a group of trees. A look back revealed to me that the Bentley had parked next to me, and the suit got out of the car and followed me. I sat down on the table, put my feet on the bench next to it and waited.
The suit came and stood in front of me.
“Much cleaner here, isn’t it?” I asked. He just nodded.
“Well, then what are you waiting for? An official invitation?” I asked. “Get my cock out and start working.”
The suit knelt down by the table and opened my pants with quick movements. When he saw my big cock, his face lit up, and within a second my cock was deep in his mouth.
What is there to say? The suit knew the job. He managed to get at least half of my cock into his mouth on the first try; His tongue work was impeccable, both on the trunk and the groove under the head of my cock; And when he actually sucked, he was like a pumping machine.
By nature, I’m a polite person, so insults like “cock sucker”, “slut” or “asshole” were not my cup of tea But the suit had a beautiful face, and he did such a good job that I felt the need to compliment him. So, I patted his head and said, “Yeah, honey, you’re doing a great job.”
The urgency with which he sucked my cock, and the quick movements of his head up and down, made me think that he just likes to swallow sperm. For him the highlight is to drink all of my cum.
Well, he’s going to be disappointed. It takes me a long time to reach orgasm. And when I say “long” I mean “very long”. There were women who liked it, but only recently my girlfriend broke up with me saying that “by the time I cum, her soul comes out, and it’s already starting to hurt.”
The suit pulled my cock out of his mouth and started licking it from end to end, lingering especially on the head of the cock. He took the head in his mouth, pressed it with his lips and shook his head. Oh, that was good. I continued to caress his head and slid towards his cheeks. He must have liked it, because he immediately impaled his throat on my big rod and tried to get as much of it into him. With my rod stuck in his throat, he had a hard time getting his tongue around the cock, so he just moved it along the shaft back and forth.
The long blowjob gave its signals in the suit that every now and then stopped, pulled my cock out of it and puffed his cheeks. He must already have a muscle spasm in his cheeks.
“I’m sorry, baby, it takes a long time with me.” I apologized. “Want to take a break?”
Even though my cock was in his mouth I could see he was smiling. Maybe he enjoys the act of sucking after all.
I wanted to slip my hand into his shirt collar and caress his back, but his tie was completely fastened. So, I held his head with one hand and with the other loosened the tie a little. The suit did not object. I put my hand inside his shirt and caressed his back. His skin was very pleasant to the touch, silky and smooth. I continued stroking his hair and moved down to the front of his neck. The movements of the adam’s apple on my cock were felt from the outside. I think I even felt my cock through his skin, but that could just be my imagination.
In response to my caresses, the suit reached out and cupped my balls. With one hand he massaged them lightly and with the other he tickled the base of my cock. He was really eager, really tried to make me feel good. Does that mean he’s having a lot of fun too? I hoped so, because it was the best blowjob I had ever received in my life, and I wanted many more of that.
Well, eventually I cum too. I started to feel the pressure building in my balls long before it came. I felt the slight contractions at the bottom of my pelvis and the slight tremor in my butt. I moved my butt on the table, trying to give myself friction of the asshole with the wood; I moved both my hands to his hair, folded my fingers and buried them deep in his full hair; My knees moved frantically in spreading and pressing motions against the head of the suit. The contractions climbed towards my balls, bypassing the base of my cock and making my lower abdomen quiver.
I don’t remember ever being aware of all these stages in the construction of the orgasm, or maybe they didn’t exist until now. I had no doubt that I was going to have the orgasm of my life. And indeed, it was.
My cock shrunk into its base, hardening to the point of pain. Quick shivers ran under the head of the cock, which alternated with contractions and then strong waves of pleasure washed over my body. Even my stomach contracted and loosened alternately. I shot my load down the throat of the suit who swallowed every drop in emphatic movements. His lips were tightly encircled very close to the base of my cock, preventing the white hot fluid from escaping his mouth.
The orgasm this time was also a little longer than usual, or so it seemed to me because I enjoyed it so much. The suit swallowed everything and when he finished, he continued to suck my cock, sucking all the fluids that were still left in my pipe. Only when he was sure there was nothing left to swallow did he pull my cock out of his mouth and lick it all the way.
When he was done, he stood up, tightened his tie and walked to his Bentley.
“Every day I pass this road in front of the Diner at about the same time,” I called after him. He stopped with his back to me and waited for me to finish speaking. “If I see your car standing at the entrance, I will signal you and we will come here.”
He froze in place for a few more moments, probably considering my words, then proceeded to the Bentley and drove off. Throughout the whole act he did not say a word.
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Three days later, I saw the Bentley standing at the exit of the access road. Sometimes I enjoy being a little sadistic, and I also thought he deserved it after he was so withdrawn on our previous meeting, so I went into the diner first and ate leisurely.
He was waiting for me at the exit. He must have been stressed and that was a good sign.
I stopped next to him at the exit, nodded at him and continued driving. He followed me and pulled up next to my Mustang in the parking lot. When he got out of the Bentley, I was already sitting on the table with my legs spread.
This time he didn’t wait for the invitation. He just walked up to me and undid the belt of my pants. This time he also took the initiative and rolled up my pants a little. I lifted my butt off the table and let him do as he pleased. He pulled out my cock, caressed it with his palm, and dropped to his knees.
This time he also loosened his tie himself and unbuttoned a few buttons on his shirt. He had plans, the guy.
As he fiddled with my pants, I could clearly see his face for the first time. He was beautiful, there was no doubt about that. Women were probably after him, but he preferred my cock. A compliment. I also noticed that he had a very arrogant expression on his face, like someone who is used to get what he wants. Well, this time it’s also what I want, so I had no objection, but I noted to myself I should break his arrogance a bit and make him beg. I was waiting for the opportunity to present itself.
The suit caressed my cock gently, then more firmly; Licked it from the base to the top several times; Suck the sensitive part under the head of the cock; and kissed the tip. He was going to take his time, maybe to make it easier on himself and shorten the duration of the blowjob. I didn’t think it would work for him, but I liked what he did, so I let him.
He gave my cock a very thorough external treatment before putting his head in his mouth. This time he tightened his lips around the head, licking the slit beneath it. He also turned his mouth around, so his lips moved around the head of my cock giving me extra stimulation. His tongue went clockwise around the head and every now and then he stopped and beat his tongue on the bottom of the head. He pressed the tip of his tongue at the most sensitive point under the head, and moved it left and right.
Oh, that mouth was definitely worth it. And the tongue… really artistic in its craft.
The irritation at the head of my cock was unbearable. Not at the level of an orgasm, but at this point I was eager to feel his mouth all over my rod. I held his head and stroked his hair. I haven’t tried to skewer his mouth yet, just encouraged him in his work. But he alone understood and began to lower his mouth along my cock with nerve-wracking slowness, as his tongue continuing to run around my cock.
“Yes, honey, you’re doing it well.”
He must have liked that I called him honey, because he immediately took my entire cock in his mouth with enthusiasm. And then it hit me. I wasn’t the type to insult him, to call him a “cock sucker”, but I can certainly make him be my female. And to tell the truth, he could have been a great female.
So I continued, “Oh, babe, suck it. Make it bloody blue.”
He complied and started pumping and I felt the blood rush from my entire body to those seven and a half inches that were my cock. He forced himself down, to the point where his gagging instinct was obvious. But despite the instinct, he left my rod at the same spot for a few more moments before pulling out a little. And again, he stabbed his throat forcefully. This was repeated several times until almost all of my wand was in his throat.
His pumping motions were strong and with that he bobbed his head up and down, drawing the blood to my swollen head. I put my hand in the collar of his shirt and caressed his silky back. Every now and then I grab a handful of skin in my hand and pinches it.
“Oh, baby, you feel so good. Yes, sweety, keep it up.”
I pulled one hand from behind his back and inserted it into the front of his shirt, cupping his chest and pinching his nipple. Once on the right side and a second time on the left side. I felt like he liked it, because he went out of focus and started raving about my cock. He cupped my balls and massaged them carefully, occasionally pinching the skin of the scrotum.
Yes, my hottie, it’s good. It’s really good.”
I saw that he was starting to sweat. As always, it takes me a lot of time, and he put his all in the act. Really tried to do me good.
“Honey, can you take off your jacket?” I suggested. “You will be much more comfortable.”
And again, I saw him smiling over my cock that was stuck deep in his mouth. And I had no idea how he is doing it.
Contrary to my first hypothesis, it was now clear to me that he wasn’t just enjoying drinking my cum. He enjoys the very act of sucking; He liked to feel a cock in his mouth; He loved the friction of a big cock in his throat; And he loved the effect he had on that cock.
He reached out and hugged my waist, caressing the lower part of my back. This time my butt was exposed, and the friction of my anus against the rough wood of the table sent pleasant currents between my ass hole and my balls I caressed his head and the sides of his face with gentle and almost loving movements, and I didn’t stop talking to him like a man talks to a woman. To me, it was a woman sucking me.
Then it come, and like last time it built slowly, building up until finally I squirted my sperm down his throat. And like last time, he swallowed everything and sucked everything, and also licked my loins completely – from the balls to the tip of the cock.
He pulled himself off me and without saying a word stepped towards the Bentley. I lit a cigarette and watched him lost in thought. Then I pulled up my pants and walked over to my Mustang.
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The very next day he was waiting for me. So, he likes to be my female, it excites him.
This time too I let him wait and went in to eat. When I passed by his car, I blew him a kiss and went to the park. Again, I waited for him sitting on the table. He came up to me and without saying a word started caressing my cock through my pants, enjoying feeling it reacting to his touch and enjoying feeling the bulge in my pants. I caressed his face, grabbed his chin and pulled him into a french kiss. He willingly agreed.
I pulled his body to me, and he really clung to me, with our tongues exploring each other’s mouth. As I did so, I continued to caress his head, as I would do to any woman I kissed. I loosened his tie, unbuttoned his shirt and reached out to his soft body. He shivered at my touch.
His trembling hands were busy untying the belt of my pants and a moment later he tried to break the kiss, probably to lower his mouth to my loins. But I held his head and didn’t let go. It was important to clarify who the man is here. He hugged me again. This time one of his hands felt the muscles of my arms. I had strong and prominent muscles, which further contributed to his feeling that he was my woman. With one hand he was still fiddling with my pants, but the hand that was exploring my muscles now rested on my chest in a very feminine position.
“Okay, honey,” I said, “it’s time for you to pamper my cock.”
And with that I pushed his head towards my loins. He was so eager to put my cock in his mouth that this time he didn’t bother to roll up my pants. It didn’t bother me. This time he took the opposite approach – he first took my cock deep into his throat, played with it with his tongue and sucked it forcefully; And only when he got tired, he took the cock out of his mouth and gave him an external treat, as only he knows how.
The whole time I stroked his head, back and chest and mumbled words of encouragement to him, making sure to use the pronouns we usually use for women. He obviously loved being my wife.
As in the previous times, he made me cum hard and swallowed every drop of my hot sperm I poured down his throat. He licked my cock and was going to get up and go to his car.
But this time I stopped him, “Feeling horny enough to go for another round?” I asked.
He stopped, and for the first time I heard his voice.
“Can you give me another round?” he asked, and his face lit up.
His voice was polished, with precise steering of the syllables, matching his aristocratic and arrogant face.
“If you ask nicely – you will receive.” I said
“I am asking.”
“Not like that,” I said. “Ask properly.”
“Please, give me another round.” He said in a half- ingratiating voice.
“Come on, baby, play with my cock a little and he’ll be hard for you in no time.”
He caressed my cock gently, licking it all over and rubbing it with strong fingers. It didn’t take long before I had a strong erection. He continued the external treatment for a few more minutes and then returned to forcefully sucking the cock.
I just finished and even though I had an erection, it was pretty clear to me that this time it would take me longer to come. He had already started sweating and the day was really hot, so I told him:
“I think this time you should really take off your jacket and tie. It will be easier for you, and it will also be easier for me to fondle you.”
This time he agreed.
He stood up, took off his jacket, folded it carefully, and placed it on the table, then pulled the tie, folded it too, and placed it on the jacket. I took the opportunity he turn his back to me and cupped his round butt. I crushed it and told him: “I bet you have a lovely ass.”
He stopped and his knees seemed to tremble. His face heated up and changed several colors until he found his voice.
“I’ve never done that. I’m a virgin.” he said.
“It’s okay, I’ll be gentle with you. I’m always gentle with my women.”
“I’m not sure. I’d rather suck your cock.”
“No problem, sweety. Let’s continue with the blowjobs,” I said. “When you feel ready to go to the next level, let me know.”
He went back to suck me and as always did a great job. This time it took me a really long time to cum, but he didn’t complain. There was no doubt that he was enjoying feeling my cock in his mouth and I wondered if he could orgasm from just sucking my cock.
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Before the suit, I had never had a relationship with a man. Therefore, I sat that evening in my cabin and watched gay videos. There were a lot of blowjobs and a lot of fucking, but not a single blow that came close to the quality of the one the suit gave me.
I suddenly noticed something strange. In all the clips, either the cock sucker masturbates while sucking, or the other man sucks him too. The suit, however, didn’t even pull out his cock. Could it be that he is ashamed of his cock?
I continued to research the subject, watched more clips and read some exciting stories, until I came across a term I didn’t know until that moment – Sissy. Is it possible that the suit is a sissy? I was wondering.
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In the days that followed, the Bentley disappeared. After four days, I started to feel pressure in my balls again, so I called a friend of mine, we went out to a movie and I spent the rest of the night at her apartment. It was good sex, but even after a few fucks I still didn’t feel as drained as I did after getting a blowjob from the suit.
The next day, he still didn’t show up and I went out to hang out at a night club in town. I also ended this night in the apartment of someone whose I even have no idea what her name was.
The lack of suit’s blowjob made me sad. I wondered if I had made a mistake by crushing his ass. I must have scared him. I found myself looking for the Bentley in every trip to the city – in garages, parking lots and morning traffic jams. But I didn’t come across it and I’ve already started to come to terms with the fact that I won’t see him anymore.
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Ten days since our last meeting, the Bentley was waiting for me.
This time I didn’t let him wait. The truth is I wasn’t that hungry either. So, I stopped next to him and smiled. He didn’t smile back, just nodded. I drove to the park and he followed me. As usual, I parked in the parking lot and walked towards our picnic table. This time he hurried to get out of the car.
“Wait”, he called after me.
I stopped and waited for him. He came to me and immediately hugged my waist and rested his head on my chest in a pampered feminine gesture. His hug was strong, as if he was afraid I would run away from him. I hugged him back and stroked his back through the suit. My hands went up to his head and I stroked his hairs. His face lifted towards me and I saw that he was blushing.
“I’m ready,” he whispered.
I grabbed his chin, lifted his head and kissed him gently on the lips. His tongue jumped out of his mouth and licked my lips. I pressed my lips to his and kissed him lustfully. Our tongues entwined and the kiss lasted until he was breathless. My hand traveled along his back to his butt. I scooped up one juicy bun and lightly crushed it. His whole body trembled with desire.
“I’m glad to hear that, sweetie.” I said “I’ll be gentle with you and make sure you have fun.”
He hung up on me, walked over to the Bentley, took off his jacket, folded it neatly as usual and put it in the back seat. I waited for him and when he returned, I hugged his waist in a lordly motion and led him towards a table that stood deeper in the heart of the forest. There we stood at the table and went back to kissing. Both my hands were on his butts this time and I caressed them and squeezed them lightly. He was still shaking.
“Honey, how about I give you one full orgasm in the ass and one full orgasm in the mouth?” I asked. He already knew I had no problem cumming twice.
He pressed his body against mine and whispered, “Yes, yes. This will be really good. What do you want first? In my mouth or my ass?”
“I think it’s better we start with the ass first. You’ll have a hard time getting the second time in your virgin ass.” I said.
He nodded vigorously, moved away from me and started to unbutton his pants.
I stopped him. “Wait a minute, baby. Anyway, you’d better prepare my cock with your mouth.”
I sat down on the table and said, “Well, you already know where to find it.”
He grinned and lunged at my pants. This time too he started caressing my cock through my pants. The discussion of orgasms and their order made me horny and my cock was already half hard. He followed the bulge in my pants to the tip of my cock and gave it a firm squeeze through my pants. Only then did he unbuckle the belt and begin to roll up my pants.
He took my cock in his hands gently and rubbed it against his cheeks; He licked my balls and up toward the base of the cock, lingering on each one long enough; His hand gripped my cock and moved up and down, playing with his thumb in the groove under the head of the cock. The gentle, almost loving care he gave my cock was maddening. The guy definitely liked my cock. Then he shoved it into his mouth and deep into his throat, getting as much of it as he could. His wet mouth drenched my hard cock to the base.
“Okay, my beautiful, it’s time to show me your lovely ass.” I said.
He pulled out a small vial from his pants pocket, placed it on the table, then stood in front of me and opened his pants with trembling hands. I’ve never had trouble unbuttoning my pants, but with his trembling hands, he struggled a little. I laughed lightly, grabbed his belt and pulled him to me.
“Come on, babe, let me help you.” I said.
I unbuttoned the top button of his pants and let him undo the zipper. When he rolled up his pants, I just barely kept myself from laughing. He was wearing the kind of underwear my grandfather probably wore. Loose underwear in white with a print of flying birds in blue. He stuck his thumbs in the underwear and pulled it down.
His cock was uncut and nor as small as I thought. In fact, he was average plus. When slack it was about four inches, and after years of working in a garage, I had a good eye for measuring. When he’s upright he’s probably at least five inches, maybe even six. Women could love this dick. Heck, for all I know he might even be married.
He was not a sissy. He simply liked a cock in his mouth.
I got up from the table, letting my open pants fall to my ankles. I hugged him, letting his limp cock rub against my hard erection. If I expected it to make him hard, it didn’t. Maybe he has an impotence problem, which means he might be a sissy after all. I couldn’t decide.
He took the vial from the table and turned to me, “I prepared my hole for you, but I’d still like it if you splashed a little on the opening and on your cock.”
“Of course, honey.” I replied.
He climbed with his knees on the bench of the table, leaning on his forearms on the table, and his head cradled between his palms. His butt was raised in front of me, and it was undoubtedly a magnificent butt – soft, round and smooth. Only a light plume of hair covered the butt. I caressed his butt and ran a finger between his cheeks, feeling his anus. His whole body trembled in anticipation. I noticed that the hair around his anus was denser, and I wondered how the touch of my cock in this hair would feel. I tried to insert a wet finger into his hole and it went in easily – he was really getting ready for me. The hole was completely oiled. I played with my finger in his anus, squeezing a loud moan from him. It was the first time I heard him moan. Well, it’s hard to moan with your mouth full, isn’t it?
I went back to caressing his chubby cheeks. I squished them and shook them, and I thought it felt like big, full breasts, so I did to them what I would do to breasts. I caressed them gently, tickled them around a bit, squished them, and even crushed them forcefully. The suit moaned loudly. I slapped his beautiful butts, twice. He looks pleased. He liked it tough.
The analogy of his butt to breasts gave me an idea. I squirted some lube on my cock and massaged it, then I squirted the entire length of his slit and massaged his anus. His moans grew louder. I placed my cock along his slit, pressed both cheeks together and fucked them breast-fucking style. It was even better than fucking breasts. The hair around his anus added friction to the sensitive underside of my cock and it felt great. I have to tell him not to shave his ass.
I moaned out loud and said, “Oh, baby, your ass is driving me crazy.” In response he shook his butt from side to side.
I continued like this for some time. The friction of my cock in his anus seemed to bring him pleasure as well, because his moans grew louder.
“Please, I need you inside me. Fuck me.” He called.
Here’s a chance to make him beg. I ignored his request and continued to breast-fuck his cheeks. His moans became louder.
“Please, fuck me. I’m ready.” he said.
“From one to ten, how bad do you want me inside your ass?” I asked.
“A hundred,” he replied without hesitation.
“Then beg for it.” I said.
“Please, I’m begging you, fuck me. I’m going crazy here.”
That’s it. Enough with the nonsense. I attached the head of my cock to his rear entrance and pressed gently. He froze in place, waiting for the cock to penetrate. I pressed harder and he cried out in pain. Instinctively, his cheeks hardened, trapping my cock between them.
I slapped his cheeks and bet, “Let it go, let it go. You never did anal with your wife?”
“Never.” He replied without thinking. Well, he’s married.
I slapped his cheeks again and shook them, “Release. Press like you’re shiting. It’ll open your hole for me and it’ll be less painful.”
He did as I said and I pressed again. This time the cock’s head penetrated the hole. He groaned in pain, so I stopped, with the head of my cock inside him, and massaged the part of cock that remained outside with his soft cheeks. I put my hands under his shirt and scratched his back. I really felt the chills that went through his body.
“Don’t worry, hon, the hard part is over. From now on it will be less painful and more fun.” I said.
I leaned on his back and kissed the back of his neck, letting him adjust to the feeling of my thick cock inside him.
“My wife will love it. She loves rough sex.” he said, making me skip a beat. Where did it come from? Does he really want me to fuck his wife? Is this his thing, watching a man fucking his wife?
“Let’s take care of your beautiful ass first.” I replied.
I continued to press and inserted most of my cock into him. His ass was unusually hot. I felt like I’d shoved my cock into a boiling pot. I suddenly remembered the fat giant and decided with a laugh that it must be a cosmic punishment for burning the giant’s cock. Only this hot ass gave me indescribable pleasure. Just holding the cock inside that hot ass was pure pleasure.
He didn’t stop moaning, half in pain and half in pleasure. I started fucking his ass with hard movements, thrusting my cock into him more and more.
“Yes Yes Yes.” he cried. “That’s good, fuck me.”
“That’s what I’m here for,” I said. “My beauty, I will fuck you until you scream with pleasure.”
I grabbed his waist and fucked him hard, feeling my balls collide with his, and my loins hit his soft ass. With each stroke, his butts shook, and when I pulled my cock out of him, those vibrations added stimulation to my hard rod. His hairs scratched my cock, and I thought it was much better than fucking a woman’s ass.
I pressed his butt down, changing the angle of my penetration into his ass and forcefully penetrated. This time he really went wild with pleasure. At the time I wasn’t aware of the pleasure of the contact of the cock with the prostate, but I realized with a sense that penetration at this particular angle gave him much greater pleasure. I continued to fuck him at the same angle, and he was unconscious with pleasure. His moans turned into real screams.
“Yes… please… more, more.”
“Strong…Strong…Don’t stop.”
“Oh, I can’t take it anymore.”
“Yes Yes Yes.”
I pulled my cock out of him, causing sounds of protest to escape from his mouth.
“What? No. No. Go on. I’m begging you.”
I inserted my cock back into his ass and protest was replaced by agreement, “Yes, yes, go on.”
Again, I pulled the cock out, this time without protesting sounds and again inserted it inside. After I did this a few times, he moaned again in a fragmented voice, as if he was holding his breath before moaning. Keeping to cry out in pleasure.
I leaned on his back and caressed his body, reaching around his body and under his shirt to his soft stomach and chest. His small nipples were hard and erect. I pinched them tightly and he moaned with pleasure. Then I hesitantly reached down and touched his cock.
The touch of my hand on his cock, made his whole body twitch. He shook violently and cried out, “Ahhh, ahhh, ahhh.”
To my surprise, his cock was hard. I grabbed his cock and pulled it hard. His cries turned to screams and he fell with his face pressed against the table. His hand was sent between his legs and he removed his cock from my hand and grabbed it himself. He didn’t try to masturbate, just held the cock, maybe so I wouldn’t hold it. Harsh and meaningless syllables came out of his mouth. I lowered my hand to his balls and caressed them. His body did not stop shaking. I put my hand over his hand holding the cock and moved it up and down. The meaningless syllables became shorter and more broken.
I pulled myself out of him and straightened up. He waited for me to thrust again, and when it didn’t happen he turned to me.
“My chick, it’s time for me to fuck you like a man fucks a woman,” I said. “Take off your pants completely.”
He jumped up, kicked off his shoes without untying the laces, and took off his pants. I laid him on his back and lifted his hips. I knelt on the bench and placed my cock in front of his hole. He quickly grabbed his balls and pressed them, and his cock, to his stomach. I quietly chuckled to myself, maybe he was afraid I would get tangled up in his balls and shove them up his ass. Who knows.
I penetrated him at an angle I knew he liked, and he literally went wild with pleasure. His body twisted and twisted in all directions, and he didn’t stop screaming, only that suddenly the content of the screams changed.
“No, no, enough. Stop. It’s too much, I can’t take it anymore.”
I stopped. Apparently the spot I touched with my cock was too stimulated for him. I lay on top of him and fucked him in long movements as I lean over his body and kiss his lips. He cupped my head with one hand and caressed my back with the other. His ankles were locked on top of me in a missionary position. Classic man and woman fuck.
With one hand I squeezed his chest and with the other I caressed his face, and fucked him with strong and fast movements, focusing only on my need for an orgasm. His hips rose up against me and he tried to shake his butt to the sides as well, to give me more pleasure. It quite worked out for him. Over time he will learn to perfect the technique. Beneath me I felt his hard cock being crushed between my stomach and his. The movements of his butt caused his cock to move inside the presser left and right. I suppose it gave him quite a bit of pleasure, because he was shaking again, and occasionally also folding up.
As my orgasm started to build inside me, I felt my legs shaking too. I leaned on him and hugged his body, while fucking him non-stop. I switched to short strokes and fucked him using only the head of the cock. The stimulation of the rectal muscle, together with the hair that surrounded it, on the groove that below the head of my cock was unbearable, a matter of seconds until I’ll cum.
I came with a violent jerk of my whole body, filling his intestines with my hot sperm. I continued to move my cock inside him a few more times, feeling the heat of my liquids on my cock, before one last contraction gripped me and I fell on him panting.
I laid on him for a few minutes trying to catch my breath and then I whispered in his ear, “My sweetie, you have no idea what an orgasm you gave daddy.”
Even from the strangulation I was in, I felt his hard cock still pressed between us, so when I relaxed a little, I rose slightly, put my hand between us and grabbed his cock. He literally folded and returned to uttering indistinct syllables. A thin fluid oozed from the tip of his cock. Maybe pre-cum. I tried to masturbate him, but he quickly removed my hand. I didn’t understand what his point was, why he doesn’t try to reach an orgasm. He reached out his other hand and stroked my head. In response I kissed his neck. Then I got up, pulled myself out of it and sat down with a thump on the bench.
He rose from the table and sat on my lap, burying his head at the base of my neck. I felt my seed oozing out of his anus on me.
“It was great. The greatest experience I’ve ever had.” He whispered in my ears.
“Better than fucking your wife?” I asked teasingly.
“Much more. There’s no comparison. I’d rather be your wife than her husband.”
Oops, that was a strong statement. He was mine, my captive, my wife. That’s how I saw it, and that’s how he saw it, and even enjoyed this reality. I caressed him and kissed him on the lips gently. He continued to curl up in my arms, hugging my neck.
“Do you have the strength for another round?” He asked. “I’ll understand if you decide to give up the blowjob.”
“Daddy’s little slut, there’s no way in the world I’m going to give up a blowjob from you. Give me another minute and then start playing with my cock, okay?”
He kissed my neck happily and waited. As expected, I came in his mouth again so hard, that I wondered if I even need girl-friends when I have him.
— * * * —
During the following weeks we met again three times a week on average, and each time I came once in his ass and once in his mouth, not always in that order. During this whole period, I didn’t even date a woman. There was no need for that, the suit, who had not yet introduced himself to me, was my wife.
And then, he surprised.
We finished fucking on the picnic table when he said, “My wife is going to Washington for a week. Would you like to stay with me for the night, sometimes? We can make love all night. We’ll have sex on a bed with sheets.” He grinned and winked at me.
I kissed him forcefully. ” And then you will be completely my wife.” I said.
“And you will be my husband. The love of my life.”
For the first time we introduced ourselves to each other by our full names. It turned out that his name is Richard Walthorn and he is a lawyer specializing in the defense of white-collar criminals. We exchanged mobile numbers, and he gave me his home address. We arranged to meet the very next night. Indeed, we fucked all night. I think that night I came maybe six times and even he came once.
On one occasion he pulled my cock out of his mouth, stroked it all over, examined it carefully, and surprised me again when he said, “I think my wife would love this cock. She has a dildo just this size and thickness.”
Here it is again. The feeling that he wanted me to fuck his wife got stronger and I refrained from asking him about it directly. But the meetings at his house removed all the barriers and we started talking about everything. On the third meeting at his house I mustered up the courage to ask him.
“Do you think your wife sleeps with other men too?”
“If you knew her, you’d know that no. She’s straight as a ruler and quite a bit of a sadist too. If she was laid down by another man, she’d tell me and let me stew with it.”
“But it seems to me that you would like her to be fucked by another man.” I said.
“The truth is that I’ve thought about it many times. I might enjoy seeing her with a man who would give her rough sex, maybe even painful sex. She likes rough sex, and I have a feeling she might like painful sex too.”
He nodded sadly to himself and then continued, “The truth is, that back then when I was sucking that filthy fat man in the gas station restroom, I would fantasize about him fucking her. Calling her a “slut” and making her his toy. It didn’t happen, of course.”
I caressed his cock with light movements, considering how to proceed with this, debating whether I should even continue in this direction. I really enjoy my sex with Richard, and I didn’t care to miss the opportunity to fuck his wife. I also had doubts if the sex with her would be better than the sex with all the other women I slept with. For some reason I thought it would be even less satisfying.
His cock got hard, and I decided to give him something that until now only he had given me. I rose and lowered my head on his cock. As I thought, when his cock was erect it was about five and a half inches, and not very thick. I had no difficulty getting it in my mouth. But as soon as I sucked him, his whole body twitched and he pushed my head off him.
“Why?” I asked. “Don’t you like it?”
“My cock is very sensitive. Even when I fuck my wife, I have to put a thick condom on it. And when I cum, I’m exhausted to the point of almost passing out. I don’t like it.”
“So even when you fuck your wife you don’t cum?”
“Sometimes I do, but mostly I don’t. And when I cum I stay lying on the bed until morning.”
“So, you don’t fuck her much.” I said.
“Not much, but she doesn’t need more than that. In general, for her, sex is something that is an obscene physiological need.”
“Enough. Really?”
“Yes,” he replied. “Although sometimes I feel that beneath the surface, she has passions. It’s just that she conquers them. She is a very conservative type and very tough and rigid, my wife.”
— * * * —
But it turns out that the reality is greater than any imagination.
This was to be our last night together. His wife was supposed to arrive around noon, which meant we’d be back fucking in the grove in the park. All night he tried to give me the best night of my life. I fucked his sweet ass in every possible position, and he sucked me countless times and did to me things that made me wonder where he learned to do them.
The morning came and I had to go to work. I kissed him on the lips, and whispered in his ear, “Good morning, princess, I have to go to work.”
He rolled over in bed and pushed me onto my back. “One last suck and that’s it.” he said.
I glanced at the big clock on the wall. We had time for another blowjob, maybe even a breakfast after. So, I lay on my back and let him abuse my cock, when suddenly the door opened and in the doorway stood a stern woman, with a handsome but slightly rough face, and a body that would not embarrass a model. She was very thin, perhaps even skinny; She had long, shapely legs and a large, round chest; Her silver hair, almost white, was long and gathered in a ponytail that fell over her shoulder. But none of that was relevant, because as soon as you met her cold blue eyes, your cock died on the spot.
She looked at her husband sucking my cock enthusiastically, making loud sucking noises, and froze in place. It seems that her legs could not carry her, and she fell on the armchair that was placed at the entrance of the room.
“It must be Mrs. Walthorn,” I thought, and on the spot, I decided to abuse her. I sent open lewd glances at her and lustfully examined her body. Her mouth opened and closed several times until she finally found her voice.
“Richard,” was all she said and that was enough. Richard jumped over me and sat down. It was clear that he would have preferred to be buried alive on spot. I got up from the bed with the intention of going to the living room, where my clothes were laid out in complete disarray. There is no doubt that she saw them and therefore crept into the room.
It was clear to me that this was the last time that Richard and I would meet, yet some sadistic urge made me stand in front of her for a moment and strip her with my gaze. Her already hard face became even harder and the look in her eyes was terrifying. I was about to continue on my way, but she reached out and grabbed my erect cock.
“He’s fucking you, so he is fucking me too.” She said to her husband, thereby shoving my cock in her mouth.
She swallowed my cock whole in one go, which was no small thing. She gripped my butts with both hands and pressed her face to my crotch as her tongue ran over my cock from bottom to top, back and forth. I remembered he said that she likes hard fuck and decided to give it to her. I grabbed her head with both hands and started fucking her mouth forcefully, hitting her throat repeatedly with my big cock.
She didn’t release my butt.
I released her head and brought both of my hands down to the white button up shirt she was wearing. I didn’t bother to open the buttons, I just grabbed the lapels of her shirt and opened it all at once, ripping the top buttons. Then I pushed both my hands into her bra and cupped her breasts, crushing them forcefully and pinching her nipples.
An auto mechanic has rough, strong hands, and I’m pretty sure her breasts have never experienced as strong squeeze as I gave them. She moaned with pleasure and continued to suck my cock. I lifted her off the couch and threw her on the bed. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Richard watching the play with sparkling eyes. Here, another fantasy of his comes true.
Fifteen minutes later they were on their knees, side by side, with my cock passing between her cunt and his asshole. One day, I will tear her anus as well, but not now, I didn’t have enough time to oil her. Even so, I’m late for work. I fucked them both rudely and roughly, making them both scream with pleasure. Mrs. Walthorn came at least twice, Richard not even once.
— * * * —
That’s it. Now I have got home.
I live in the Walthorne house, with two wives – one has a cock and the other amazing breasts. As the man of the house, I got the master bedroom. There are nights when only one of my two wives joins me, and there are nights when I fuck them both together. I try to be a fair husband and divide my nights between my two wives equally. I don’t think any of them have complaints. Sometimes I even manage to extract a smile of happiness from Mrs. Walthorn’s face. Who would believe.
Life is beautiful, indeed it is.