“Touch me,” I whispered.
Rory didn’t hesitate to lean closer and press his hands against my chest. I closed my eyes, releasing a pleasured sigh while he explored my body. His touch was warm, a continual caress over my skin. When he reached my cock, I looked down to watch his fingers circle my shaft.
I was almost seven inches long when fully hard, and my dick had a slight curve. Eve once told me she loved the stimulation that curve provided inside her pussy. My wife was also the reason that my pubes were completely shaved. She decided to go totally bare early on in our marriage and encouraged me to do the same. Back then, I would have done anything to please her, and it had now become habit.
Rory ran his fingers over my smooth skin, seemingly transfixed. Then he lowered his head to the tip of my cock and kissed it with those lips I loved so much. I gasped, fighting the urge to grab his hair and make him take me in his mouth.
He looked up at me then, his eyes almost pleading, and I knew he needed me to take control. Grasping his hands, I guided him to his feet and kissed him again. I felt him surrender to that kiss, in the way his body seemed to melt against mine.
I licked at his lower lip, my smile playful. “I think you’re a little overdressed at this point,” I murmured.
He stood before me, and I sensed his nervous anticipation as I began undressing him. I was quick and efficient, for I couldn’t wait to see him naked. After I removed his tie, I began unbuttoning his shirt, and our eyes met. “Christ, I’m so hard for you,” he breathed.
I gave him a pleased grin. “You certainly have the same effect on me, Rory.”
It was then that he took over the task of removing the rest of his clothes, his movements impatient. I stroked my dick as I watched, making no effort to disguise my hunger for him.
That first sight of his hard cock made me moan in appreciation. I guessed he was about six and a half inches, with a substantial girth. His balls were nice and heavy, and I was already looking forward to sucking them. I noticed he had a lot of body hair, which had always been a turn on for me, and when I saw that his pubes were trimmed, I felt a little disappointed. He would have had an amazingly full bush.
“You are so fucking fine, Rory,” I said in a guttural voice, jerking more fervently now.
His smile was almost shy, and I realized he was actually blushing at my praise. I moved to gently grasp his shoulders, positioning him in front of me so he could see his reflection in the full-length mirror. Wrapping my arms around him, I slid my hands over his hairy chest, and downward across his flat stomach. “A man who looks like this,” I whispered in his ear, “deserves to be fucked every single night.”
Rory’s stare was riveted to the mirror, and to the sight of me stroking his dick. As soon as I touched him, he released a faint cry, leaning back against me. Suckling his earlobe, I felt him pulse in my hand. He was so ready for this, I realized. Had been ready for it, even when he couldn’t admit it to himself.
When I turned Rory toward me once again, he suddenly blurted out, “I love my wife.” His voice was so full of anguish that I felt a twinge of pity for him. I didn’t know which of us he was trying to convince more.
“I know you do,” I replied softly, pressing a hand against his face. “What’s happening here doesn’t reflect at all on the way you feel about Heidi. You and I are simply enjoying each other, and we can do that because there’s trust between us. We’re satisfying a need, and we can do it just this once if that’s what you want. So don’t overthink it, okay?”
Rory drew in a shaky breath and then nodded. I didn’t want to give his doubt a chance to grow, so I kissed his mouth, his neck, and began working my way downward. Soon I was on my knees, my lips just inches from his cock. I noticed that it actually swayed a little from the force of its throbbing, and I guessed it wouldn’t take long for me to make him come.
Gazing up at him, I took his dick in my hand so I could kiss and lick all along the length of it. “Oh, yes!” he groaned. I breathed in his intoxicating scent, feeling my own cock pulse. With my other hand, I fondled his balls, enjoying the weight of them in my palm. When I brought my mouth to his sack, drawing as much of it as I could between my lips, a tremor coursed through Rory’s body, and I figured Heidi had never done this for him before.
“That feels fucking incredible!” he said, staring down at me suckling his left ball, and then his right. I continued stroking his dick, using a gentle touch, and when I finally brought my mouth back to his erection, I found that the head of his cock was red and swollen, moist with pre-cum. Eagerly I took it between my lips, working to stimulate the sensitive underside with my tongue.
His breaths were shallow, coming faster now, and I thought I might have to worry about him hyperventilating. How long had it been since Heidi had gone down on him, I wondered? Far too long, for when he wove his fingers through my hair, I felt him shaking. I teased his slit, exploring it with the tip of my tongue before probing deeper. “Fuck, Patrick!” Rory cried.
He was so excited, I thought he might actually come before I could give him a proper blowjob. I took more of him in my mouth then, coating his shaft with spit while I sucked him off. When he gave a tentative thrust, I didn’t pull back from the intrusion of his cock in my throat. Instead, I managed to hold him there for a long moment, and he let out a helpless whimper. He was close, so close now, and my mouth was relentless moving up and down his dick.
“I’m gonna come!” he suddenly warned, his voice strained. “Patrick, fuck, I’m right there!”
His words only made me more eager. Taking him deep, again and again and again, I felt him grow even harder between my lips, and as I cupped his balls, their tightening let me know he was right on the edge.
Then he erupted inside my mouth. I had no idea how long it had been since he’d last come, but the amount of semen spurting into the back of my throat, and covering my tongue, made me moan in surprise. I worked to get it down, but I couldn’t swallow it all before it began leaking from between my lips.
Finally I pulled back, wiping at the cum and spit trying to slide down my chin. “Holy shit!” Rory panted, his face flushed as he gazed down at me. I flashed him a triumphant smile, then climbed to my feet.
When I moved to kiss him, he flinched, withdrawing from me a little, and I realized he was squeamish about tasting his own cum, which still coated my tongue. I’d break him of that right now, I decided, taking his face firmly in my hands so I could give him a demanding kiss. He yielded to my mouth, parting his lips, and I forced my tongue between them.
His efforts to resist me subsided, and he surrendered completely. It made me wild to know I was pushing him beyond his comfortable boundaries. When I broke the kiss, I saw that Rory’s eyes were bright with renewed lust.
After drawing back the covers on the bed, I took Rory’s hand. He joined me between the sheets, lying at my side, and I gave him a tender smile. I could tell he was eager to bring me as much pleasure as I’d given him, and when he slid on top of me, lowering his lips to my neck, I kissed his hair, sliding my hands over his back.