Only ever popped off premature once. Never had a wet dream, which I kinda regret. Never came in my pants.

I had a friend who did though, while we were watching an old Swedish Erotica clip at a bachelor party back in the day. Back then you still needed a screen and a projector. Pat had never had a real girlfriend, had never gotten a handful, not sure he’d even kissed a girl. The movie was on and we were all shouting at it like we knew what we were talking about. Sticks in my mind that it was an old Seka loop (this was the early 80s) and she was about to get it in the ass. Just as the heavily-mustachioed ‘hero’, parted the posterior of his equally hairy companion, you heard Pat say, “Oh no. Oh no. Oh no! Fuck!” and off he rushed. We teased him unmercifully, although we were no doubt hard as stone as well.

It started out as an easy day. Kansas in the summer. Hot in the morning. Hottest in the afternoon. Hot all night. I finished mowing the lawn and was walking down the to gas station for a ‘pop’. There were girls and young women laying out on a couple of lawns taking advantage of the morning sun. To a youngster like me, it was like viewing heaven and I was hard all the way to the pop machine and back. But you’d better believe I took the same route home.

The swimming pool opened at 1 and I spent the day at the pool. More swimsuits and sun-tanned flesh. Bikinis. One pieces. Lifeguards. Our regular lifeguard was a beauty named Julie and she had this light pink bikini that I could describe to you still. It was almost transparent enough for you to believe that it was. To this day though, I’m sure I could describe her patch to you, so maybe it was more transparent than I remember. Fuck. Hard off and on all afternoon and all the way home on my bicycle.

Home in time for dinner. No time to jerk off. Talk about a build-up. Looking back at it now, if I knew then what I know now, I would have assumed that if I came at that moment, I’d be completely dehydrated.

That evening I had to work at the concession stand at the local ball diamond. Softball double-header. There were usually of couple younger people, like me, and a couple of older people. That evening one of the teachers from the local elementary school was on. Mrs. Barker. We used to sit up in my buddy’s old treehouse and watch her sunbathe on her deck, which she thought was invisible to the rest of the world, so she sunbathed naked. She didn’t know about the treehouse. Man. Every time I brushed against her that evening, and it wasn’t always an accident, I was hard. Being as old as I am now, I wish it was still that easy.

I was so amped-up and so miserably horny that I rushed out before we were done cleaning up. Fumbled some excuse about not feeling well and bolted.

There was this little bathhouse just past the outfield, but the man was locking it up so I ran over the bridge over the creek and started through the trees to head up the hill to this little shelter, an old, stone, WPA-built picnic shelter thats table was long since gone. I knew that all it would take was a few strokes and I’d be fine.

My cock was banging up against my belly and I could feel each step in my balls as I ran. I was picturing Julie without her bikini and Mrs. Barker without her shorts and t-shirt. I was picturing those young women on the lawn asking me to join them. I was picturing all kinds of things as I rounded the corner into that picnic shelter and dropped my shorts.

And there, like a live-action porno movie, three feet from me, was a guy I knew from the local mechanic shop where my folks had always taken their car to be serviced.

I can still picture it. Like me, his shorts were down. Kneeling in front of him was Tina, someone I knew a little but we didn’t run with the same crowd so I didn’t know her well. She was a mousey, quiet type, lean and angular, with a bookworm’s reputation and who had never gone to school dances when we were in the same school.

She was wearing cut off denim shorts, flip flops, and a softball jersey. The jersey was unbuttoned and pulled back and I could see the curve of her breasts. I could also see Junior’s calloused, mechanic’s fingers were tangled in her hair and it was obvious that his cock was in her mouth to the root. Her hands were wrapped around his waist and were clutching at his ass.

He looked up and grunted, “What the fuck? Hey! Val! Hey!”

The one of her eyes that I could see met mine and she went down a little further on what must have been a very hard cock. I didn’t actually see her grin but I’ve always felt like she did.

And then, like my friend Pat, I stuttered, “Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit!”

I can’t begin to tell you how much I came. I didn’t touch myself and no one touched me. But I came all the same. Long, ropey streams of which I can still picture. I hit her softball jersey, her hair, his hand, her face, his leg, and the tops of her thighs.

“WHAT THE FUCK!”

Bobbing down quick, I grabbed the waistbands of my shorts and underpants and yanking them up over my still dripping, still hard cock, I muttered, “Oh hey! Hey, Junior. Tina. Sorry!” And I ran.

That night at home, in bed, with the lights out, I came again. And again the next day. That night I made a call.

“Hello?”

“Hi. Is Tina there?”

“Yeah, Tiiiiiiiiina! Get your ass over here! Phone’s for you!”

“Hello?”

“Hey, Tina, it’s Val, I was wondering . . . “

“No. I’m not busy tonight. Whatcha got in mind?”

“Ummmmm, maybe we could . . . “

“Sure. Pick me up at 8?”

“I . . . “

She’d already hung up.

I rolled my old Ford up to her house a few minutes early and she was already on the porch. Dressed exactly the same as last night. Might even have been the same softball jersey.

“Hey, Val!”

“Hey.

“Junior’s pretty pissed at you. You know why, right?”

“Because I came on his hand?”

“Because you came on his hand. And his shorts. And his leg. And then you ran off.”

“What were you doing with Junior, anyway?”

“He has a nice dick.”

“He’s twice your age.”

“He has a nice dick.”

“I didn’t know you were into that.”

“Into what? Sex? Older guys? Dick? I like dick and it likes me.”

“I guess I just didn’t know.”

“I keep my head down and my mouth shut. That’s how bad reputations get started.”

I laughed. “You do NOT keep your mouth shut!”

“And you’ll know exactly how much I don’t, as long as you keep yours shut. Deal?”

“Deal.”

[good girl for dom]
This is how fucking/dominating me could look like

I'm so naughty when I'm horny. I've had a lot of stress at work and tons of errands to run in my private life as well. I haven't had time nor energy to play for quite some time. But tonight I'm so horny, I couldn't help it anymore.

I've been reading fantasies/stories about rape and abductions and they have turned me so wild.

I've been having some fun with my toys but I'm still horny. I wish one of you were here and would fill me up with your rock hard cock. Stretch me out, and make me feel filled out completely. Put your weight on top of me and show me how much you want to be inside me.

Below you can read how I imagined it could look like if you were here. Let me know if you liked it and/or you would have liked to change something.

If you enjoy domination, dd/good girl, size difference, rape/cnc, breeding and aftercare you'll enjoy what my mind produced while fucking myself and wishing it was you and not a toy.

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You let me feel how rock hard you are as you rub your tip over my slit and clit; your cock throbbing in anticipation. My wetness, only generated by your weight on my body, your dominance over me, is making you lose your mind. You want to tease me, but you can't hold back anymore. You want to be inside me, feel my tiny pussy hug your dick tightly.

Without any foreplay you slide to my entrance. It's like a magnet for your cock, you instinctively find it immediately. Eagerly you are starting to slide yourself inside me, but you keep slipping off. I'm too tight to slide in freehand. You need to hold your cock in place and apply some pressure to enter me.

I moan as your tip slowly works itself inside me. The sensation of my pussy parting around your tip sends a shiver down your spine. You grunt, shift your weight and push yourself all the way inside with one long push until you feel your tip hit my cervix. As you enter me all the way, you feel me cum instantly just from the sensation of being stretched and filled out entirely.

You hold still for a second to take in how tight and wet I am. As I clench tightly on your cock, moaning and bucking my hip under you, your primal instinct kicks in. You need to fuck me; now, hard.

You wrap your arms around me and hold me tight. You still can't believe how small I am. For a millisecond the thought that you don't want to crush me crosses your mind, but then it's gone. You burry your head in my neck and take in my smell.

Then you do what you are programmed to do; you start to fuck me. Hard and deep; you want to insert every inch of your cock inside me. You keep pushing and pounding. You feel every stroke you make into my pussy, rock my whole body under you, as you try to keep me in place. As you pin me under you in the hopes to still go deeper.

You are way too big for my petite body, I keep moaning in a mix of pleasure and pain as you keep hitting my cervix, as you stretch me to the max. My juices are running out of me in a river as you fuck me. It turns you on even more how my body loves your cock, how I can't escape you. How I'm loving and hating your complete control over my body at the same time.

I keep cuming over and over again. I'm melting underneath you, loosing my mind.

You want more. You retract from your tight hug and grab my wrists with one hand each while still fucking me. You pull my arms over my head and with ease grab both my wrists with one of your hands, holding them tightly in place.

You slide your other hand over my body, groping my breasts, enjoying the curves of my body as your hand quickly finds itself on the lower end of my body. You rub my clit, while I'm squirming under you. You've fucked me senseless and you are loving every second of it.

Quickly your hand reaches around my body, looking for my other entrance. Your finger is sliding around, I've made a complete mess with my juices. Your cock has made me make this mess.

I feel you get even harder at this realization. I didn't think this was possible, but it feels so good. I moan loudly and push myself towards your strokes. I want to feel you as much as you want to feel me.

You feel so good that I can't help but to want you. You saw what I needed, so you gave it to me. You ripped my panties off of me, threw me on the bed and jumped on top of me to show me what's going to happen. I struggled, but you knew what I needed as you pushed my dress up.

You do know best, you could feel my heat.You knew I was instantly soaked the moment I felt your weight on top of me.

I'm your good girl. Your fucktoy, your rapetoy. You feel so lucky that you've found me. You keep pounding me with deep and hard strokes, you don't want this to end but you won't last much longer. As you are sliding your finger around my anus you are starting to feel the pressure build up. You are getting close to breeding me, to reminding me to whom I belong. To you and only you. Or well, to you and the people you allow to fuck me.

You grunt again at the thought of what a good girl I am. You keep pushing deep inside me, slapping your balls on my ass with each stroke. You circle your fingertip over my anus. I'm bucking my hip again. With ease you slide your finger all the way into my ass. I moan loudly as you do so, you know what your girl needs.

You start fucking my ass with your finger while you keep pounding my tight pussy. You feel me explode again, my strongest orgasm tonight. I keep moaning and shaking under you.

You can't hold it in anymore, you shoot string after string deep inside me while you you hold yourself all the way in. I'm impaled by you and can't move at all with your body weight still on top of me. I'm taking in every bit of your seed.

I keep moaning under you, my instinct has taken over, too. You know how much your cum inside me turns me on. You feel me explode again, hard. My body knows what it needs to do. My body sucks your cum deep inside me, just how you like it.

You collapse on top of me. I'm utterly exhausted from the intense experience. You give me a deep kiss and tell me what a good girl I am. I am shaking, not yet able to speak. You roll off of me and pull me into a hug. I'm resting my head on your chest while you caress my hair and watch your sweat glister on my petite body.

Will we remain like this, or will your instinct take over for a second round?

I dated sisters. Not at the same time and not together, but once upon a time, I dated sisters.

The first, Anna, was a wildcat. I met her at a bar and when we got to her place she had her clothes half off before the door was closed. She was tiny. Maybe 5’2” and a hundred pounds. Slim, boyish hips, A cups. All kinds of pale, she was also a redhead. Both of them were. Bright, carrot-top orange, redheads. Anna kept her lower pelt shaved so I never got to see her in her full glory.

There was little that she didn’t find to be a turn on. The first time I tucked a couple of fingers into her backside, I swear she purred.

She was also one of the crazy ones. Fist fight crazy. We were at that same bar a few nights later and when someone she didn’t like tried to flirt with me on the dance floor. Anna hit her. Right in the face. Had nothing to do with me, really. She just didn’t want her evening interrupted by someone hitting on her date.

We weren’t together long. It was more of a fling than anything. But during that time I met her family. Parents, who didn’t like me, a younger brother, Will, who was a very strange young man, and a younger sister, Honey. I didn’t pay much attention to the younger siblings. The brother was in junior high and the sister was a senior in high school. I was five years older than the sister and all I remember of her at that time was the red hair and that she dressed like her mom. Baggy sweatshirts, farm-girl, high-waisted mom jeans, and athletic shoes. Oh, and glasses. If she wasn’t a farm kid, I believe she would have been a complete geek.

I knew a family that had a son that took Honey to the senior prom that year. She asked him, he was already out of school, and he went, figuring he’d get to party with the kids and have a great time. When they got to the post-prom and he found that his date wasn’t going to drink with him, she didn’t drink, and had no interest in ‘getting down’, I remember him using that phrase, he took her home and spent the night with someone else.

I moved away and then back again a couple of years later and started working at a local manufacturing plant. Honey was home from college that summer and a kid I worked with was seeing her casually. Same story. No dice at all. No kissing, no skinny-dipping with the rest of us, nothing. A very ‘good girl’. They didn’t go out long. Nothing like her sister, who was dating a woman at that time, much to the shock of that part of Kansas in the 80s.

I saw her around town and said, “Hi,” when I did. We were friendly in that ‘I don’t know you very well but I can’t get away without saying hello’ sort of way.

One evening I was at the Pizza Hut and Honey came in with a guy I’d seen but didn’t know well other than his name. He wasn’t originally from Smith County but he was well settled there at the time. What little I knew of him, I didn’t like.

I was still there the next summer when she came home from college again and one evening I was gassing up at the Pump N Pantry when she came storming out of the store and hopped into my car. She was obviously angry.

“Honey? You okay?”
“Can you take me home, Val?”
‘Sure.”

She’d been keeping an eye on the store and she saw him before he saw her. She dropped to the seat. He walked over to his car, which they had arrived in and looked in. Then he scanned the parking lot. Then he shouted at me, “Hey, Val!” it’s small town so it was no surprise he knew my name. “you seen Honey?”

“She came out took off running toward downtown!”

His trailer was on the way to downtown. Anna’s house was on the way to downtown. And she knew a lot of people, having gone to school there, some of whom were between the Pump N Pantry, and downtown. She could, quite literally, be almost anywhere.

“Shit! Thanks!” He spun the tires leaving the parking lot.

I finished pumping the gas, paid, you had to go in to pay back then. It was before debit cards. She was still laying in the seat when I came back out.

“You okay?”
“Yeah. Yeah. You know Donell, right?”
“Yeah, oh yeah, I know Donell.” Like a few of the other young men around town, I’d could say I ‘knew’ Donell. Weird nipples, a gaping pussy built for two, and a voracious appetite for sex. Every town has one or two of ‘em. Ours was Donell. The only person I knew for sure hadn’t been with her was Honey.

“She’s in there. Walked right up to Rick, rubbed his . . . his crotch, and said, Should I wait up for you? Gave him a kiss! Right in front of me!”

“Not to be rude or anything but were you going to spend the night with him?” Honey was a good girl. I’d never heard so much as a peep about her, other than that she didn’t put out and did so much as fool around. So imagine my surprise.

“Yes. Yes. I was. I was supposed to spend the night with him tonight.”

I laughed and she looked at me with a hurt look in her eyes.

“What/“
“Oh, I don’t know. That just isn’t what I know about you. That’s all. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings.”
“I know what people say about me. Prude and all that. I’m not like my sister. You know how she is.”
“I certainly do.”
“Yeah. I forgot. That’s how we met, isn’t it.”
“It is. So. Where am I taking you? Your folks still live on the farm?”
“They do. But I hadn’t planned on being home tonight and I don’t want to be. You have plans?
“Nah. Maybe a couple of beers, see what’s on HBO, maybe fire up the grill.”
“You don’t live here, do you?”
“No. I live in Kensington.”
“Mind if I tag along?”
“Sure, I don’t see why not.”

She still dressed like her mom, even in the Kansas summer. So about a movie into our evening, she asked if I’d mind if she took off her sweatshirt.

“You’re a big girl. That’s entirely up to you..”

She stood up and skinned off her college logoed sweatshirt and revealed a thin, white t-shirt with the same logo.

“K-State, hun?”
“Yup.”

Her sister was tiny and petite. Honey was not. At 5’8” or 9 she was a head taller than her sister. And where her sister was all A cup, Honey was easily C. And I couldn’t help but keep glancing as she was obviously bra-less.

“What?”
“No. I’m sorry. I’m a guy. It’s what we do.”
“I know. Mike loves ‘em.”
“Mike?”
“Mike. I guy I know in college.”
“Know? I thought you were seeing Rick?”
“I am. But being so far from home and not having someone to spend time with gets kinda lonely. So yeah, Mike.”
“So you have two boyfriends?”
“No. Just the one. Mike’s not a boyfriend. Rick might not be either, after tonight. Damn it. And I was going to sleep with him.”
“You were?”
“Sure. I sleep with Mike, why not with Rick?”
“Wait! What? You? You’re . . .”
She laughed again.
“Why were you so upset about Donell?”
“She’s a bitch. You know that.”
I did, in fact know that. She was not a nice person. She was just easy to get naked. I’d considered calling her that night myself. Which I mentioned.
“Yeah. Doesn’t stop me from calling her every so often.”
“Really? What the heck for?”
“Same reason the other guys do. She fucks.”
“Really? What’s that like? I mean, what’s she like? Does she do everything everyone says she does?”
“Well, no. It’s funny. She’ll let herself be sandwiched,”
“Sandwiched?”
“Yeah. One guy in the front, one in the rear.”
“OH! I would never do that. No butt stuff for this girl.”
“Everyone has limits.”
“She will, though, butt stuff. Maybe that’s why she’s so popular. But she won’t give a blowjob. Absolutely refuses. I think somebody peed in her mouth once.”
Once again she laughed. “Poor girl. Even I do that. Blowjobs. Not the pee.”
I was shocked. “You do? But you don’t do any of that.”
“Not this close to home I don’t. My folks pay for my college. If they thought I wasn’t the good girl they raised me to be, it’d hurt their feelings. I don’t want to do that. So I don’t do anything like that this close to home. Tonight would have been the first time. Rick keeps saying he loves me. Something’s always feel off so I haven’t gotten to close to hm. I finally believed him. Glad I found out before he got my pants off.”
“You? Little Miss Goody Two Shoes? You take your pants off with guys?”
“Yeah. And with one girl. Had to try it to see if I liked it.”
“Did you?”
“Meh. It was okay. Nothing I’m going to write home about. Obviously. You look shocked.”
“I kinda am.”
“So, I had plans for the evening. Now I don’t. You didn’t have plans, now you do. You gonna ask?”
“Ask what?”
“If I’ll take my pants off.”
“Would you like to take your pants off?”
“I thought you’d never ask.

My goodness. She was everything her sister wasn’t. The pants came off first and she was wearing this lovely pair of pink satin bikini panties. Then the t-shirt. Magnificent. No sag. C-cup. Lovely, lovely, pink nipples. A splash of freckles across her upper chest. Just a little bit of a pooch of her belly. Just enough to make her look real instead of perfect. Her hips weren’t wide, but they weren’t boyish like her sister’s. They were definitely a woman’s hips. And right there, after she dropped those panties, at their juncture, the loveliest patch of carrot orange hair. It wasn’t thin or narrow, this was a bush.

“Rick is a moron.”
“Excuse me?”
“I’ve seen you both naked now and you and Donell do not compare. You can stand there naked any time you want.”
“But if I stand here, I can’t do this.”
“Do what?”

She knelt in front of me and parted my thighs so she could lean in. She unzipped my jeans and said, “Lift up.”

I did and she tugged my jeans and shorts down to my bare feet. I was glad I had showered before I ran into town. I’d worked that day and I didn’t want her to have to deal with that.

One hand grasped my shaft and gave it a couple of strokes. She made eye contact with me, cupped my balls with the other hand, and with a smile she leaned in and flicked my glans with her tongue.

I’ve had a lot of blowjobs in my life, man and boy, and while she may not have been the absolute ultimate best, and she was up there on the list, she was the most enthusiastic. Hands down. Flicking, licking, engulfing. She had obviously had practice and she enjoyed what she was doing. As my hips began to hump and my breath got short, she leaned up and said, “Tell me,” and began to stroke harder and faster.

“Honey! I’m telling you. Gonna cum!”

I felt the back of her throat almost before I was aware she had taken me back into her mouth, she did it that quickly. That bump was all it took and suddenly I was unloading in her throat, bypassing her mouth entirely. I could feel her smiling.

“Well?”
“Fuck! Fuck! Where’d you learn to do that?”

She stood and putting one leg on either side of my thigh, she sat. I could feel her heat and her wetness against my bare skin. She took my hands and put them to her breasts. So firm. So warm. And the nipples were so hard.

“Mike.”
“Well, Mike certainly knows his blowjobs.”
“Yeeeeahh. I don’t think I’ll tell him you put it that way.”

She stood again directly in front of me. One hand began to massage her breasts. The fingers of the other disappeared into that beautiful muff.

“You too. Let me see you touch yourself.”
“But I just came.”
“And I need you to come again.”
“I’m not hard enough.”
“You will be.”

Taking me in her hand, she once again began to lick and suck until I was ready. Her mouth felt exquisite. If you’ve ever had someone take you into their mouth just after your orgasm, you know the feeling I’m talking about. It’s a pain you don’t want to stop.

“Here. Get down on the floor. On your back.”

I did and she straddled me. Parting herself with one hand and holding me with the other, she lowered herself onto me. This time it was her turn to say it.

“Fuck. Fuuuuuuck.”

Donell’s pelvic floor was a barn door. Anna was tighter. But Honey. Oh my. Honey. She could squeeze. Expand and contract at will. Which she did. I managed to hold on through her first orgasm but when I could feel her inner muscles begin to ripple again, I rolled on top and began to drive and grind, drive and grind. Her eyes were wide and her arms held me so, so tightly. She whispered, “You can’t come in me!”

“I won’t!”

With a few seconds to spare, I pulled out of her and began to stroke. She leaned up on one elbow, her other hand began to pinch and rub her clit and, while not simultaneously but close enough, we both came, I splashed her hand, and her belly and the upper edge of that glorious orange muff.

“Damn it, woman. Damn it. Thank you!”

She pulled me down next to her and kissed me.

After a shower the next morning, and a naked breakfast, I drove her into town and dropped her off near her sister’s house. Passing the trailer park, we saw Donell’s car at Rick’s.

“Well, that answers that question?”
“You gonna call him?”
“No. He can call me.”
“Whatcha gonna say?”
“Good-bye.”
“Then are you going to call me?”
“Then I’m going to call you.”
“Don’t tell your sister I said hello/“
“I won’t. I know you two had a thing. I don’t want her to know we have, too.”
“Can we have another one?”
“I’m not leaving town until August, so I hope so. I’ll call you.”

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Now that my wife has fucked another dude in front of me I realize how close we came to a three way a couple of years ago. We were in Myrtle Beach and had been out to a few bars then decided to finish the night at our hotel bar so we wouldn’t have far to stumble back to our room. We met a guy at the bar and talked for a while. My wife is very friendly with everyone and laughed a lot with him. When he went to the bathroom, I mentioned to her that he was a nice guy, I thought he was hitting on her and I think he wants to come up to our room. She said “well that’s not happening”. I was secretly disappointed but there was nothing I could do. After having enough to drink and saying good night we went upstairs to our room. I’ve always liked to walk a beach at night because I usually end up stripping naked and jerking off hoping someone would accidentally see me, or I’d find people fucking in the dunes and I could jerk off to them, or I could flash a hottie sitting on her hotel balcony. This night I couldn’t find anyone to flash or watch so I just walked and took a few dips in the ocean. Most hotels have a pier walkway with a shower built between the outdoor hotel pool and the beach. As I was rinsing the sand off me before I went inside I decided to take off my shorts and rinse them out too. While doing this I noticed someone walking towards the walkway from the beach so I quickly tried to put my shorts back on. I finished getting them on just before he made it up the stairs and to where I was standing and sure enough it was the guy from the bar. He said “hey you didn’t have to get dressed for me, I’m not gonna tell anybody” I kind of laughed, we small talked for a minute, I started drying off with my towel and he dropped his shorts and stepped under the shower while still talking. I couldn’t help but look at him, he had a nice toned body with an average sized nice looking dick and he was probably mid 30’s. I was kinda surprised and said “ I guess you’re not bashful” and he said he wasn’t bashful around good looking people and he had thought me and my wife were hot. I noticed he had put one hand on his dick as he said it and now my dick was instantly hard. He didn’t say anything else, I didn’t say anything else, I just looked around to see if anyone was around or could see us, dropped my shorts and stepped over to him and grabbed his now rock hard cock. We just stroked each other for a few seconds until I dropped down and put his in my mouth. It was maybe 6” or so and curved upwards. I’ve sucked a few in the past and his was the perfect shape for me. After a minute he made me stop because he was gonna cum so I stood up and he went down on me. He did a lot of running his tongue from balls to head while looking me in the eyes. He was a good looking dude so I was okay with it. We didn’t kiss or fuck, I couldn’t do that with another guy unless he was a trans and really looked like girl. I did cum in his mouth which felt really, really awesome because I was so horny that night. I wasn’t going to leave him dry so I sucked him some more and he asked if I would put my dick back in his mouth while he came so I stood up, he got on his knees, sucked on my dick while he jerked himself off. I can only fantasize about what might have happened if my wife had let him come to our room and if I could reveal that I’m kinda Bi.