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Authors: Sean Wolfe

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“Oh, baby, that feels good,” Lee whispered as he wriggled across the bed.
I swallowed his cock in one slow and deliberate move, and smiled inside as my husband moaned and arched his back off the bed. I sucked his dick for several minutes, relishing the heat and hardness of his head and shaft as they parted the back of my throat and slid in deeper. Before long, his cock pulsed harder and thick, sweet precum dripped from the slit. He'd always loved the way I sucked his cock, and was amazed at how easily I could make him cum just from sucking him. No one else had been able to do that.
But I wasn't ready for him to shoot yet. I was just getting started. I pulled my mouth from his cock and moved up to lie next to him.
“Please,” he begged. “Please suck me some more. Finish me off, babe.”
“No,” I said, and licked his ear. “Not yet.”
He smiled, and rolled on top of me. There was no need for further foreplay. My cock was already so hard it was turning red. He licked the head and rod for a moment, then slid his fingers between my cock and ass. I became defenseless every time he did that, and he knew it. When I moaned, he swallowed my cock all the way to the balls and slid one long, thick finger deep into my ass.
“Oh, fuck,” I said through gritted teeth, and lifted my ass off the bed so he could get in even deeper.
Lee obliged and slid a second finger inside my ass, then wriggled them against the muscles inside me. All the time, he continued sucking my dick, and when my first drops of precum slid onto his tongue, he laughed.
“You're so easy,” he said, as he removed himself from my dick and kissed me.
“Fuck me.” I pushed him by the shoulders back down between my legs.
Lee spread them further apart and lifted them into the air, so that my ass was only inches from his face. He worked up a good amount of saliva and let the spit fall from his mouth onto my puckering hole. Then he leaned down and licked my ass, spreading my hole with his tongue and letting the spittle slide in so slowly that I thought it'd never get inside me.
“Do you want me to fuck you?” he said teasingly, then slid his tongue all the way inside my ass, and then out again.
My throat was hot and as dry as sandpaper. I couldn't speak, so I moaned my reply.
“Beg me, baby. Beg for my dick.”
“Fuck me, Lee. Please.”
“What? I can't hear you.”
“I want your cock, baby. Please fuck me,” I said as I somehow found my voice. “Shove your cock up my ass and fuck my brains out.”
Lee looked down at me staring up at him between my spread legs, and smiled.
“I want you deep inside me.”
He raised himself up and rested his cock against my upturned ass. It was hot as it throbbed against my cheeks, and I tightened my ass to squeeze it lovingly. I was resting on my shoulders, with my ass raised and my knees resting next to my ears. Now it was Lee who was crazed with lust, and he spat on his cock and placed the head at my hole. I winked at him, and he closed his eyes as he moaned loudly and slid his big dick deep inside me.
“Oh, my god,” I whispered as my ass muscles spread and Lee's fat cock filled me up. I'd always laughed when people said they saw stars when they made love, but I wasn't laughing now. Bright lights—red and yellow and green and purple ones—exploded behind my eyes as my husband filled me completely.
He rested there, with his dick deep inside me. I knew he was waiting for me, but I wanted to feel that fullness as long as possible. I wasn't in complete control though, and before I knew it, my ass was twitching and squeezing Lee's cock, begging for more.
That was his sign, and he went to it. He slid his cock in and out of my ass as slow as possible. It took a full minute for him to slide out to the point that only his head remained inside me. Then he slid back inside all the way to the balls just as slowly.
“Fuck me!” I yelled and gripped his cock tighter inside as I slid my ass up and down his cock.
Lee wrapped his arms behind my back, and fucked me hard. He thrust in and out of my ass slow and tenderly, then fast and ferociously. Every time his cock rammed its way inside me, those damned lights burst alive inside my head again, and I whimpered like a lost puppy.
I felt myself getting close, and as much as I wanted this feeling to go on forever, I knew I had to cum. Before he had a chance to brace himself, I shifted my weight and rolled Lee over onto his back. Without allowing his cock to leave my ass, I was now sitting on top of him.
“What the ...” Lee started to say.
“Shut up.”
When he started to pump in and out of my ass, I planted my hands on his hips and held them still. My heart pounded as I struggled to catch my breath. But I wanted to be in charge of this. I leaned down and kissed Lee on the lips, giving us both a moment to catch our breath and allow our climaxes to retreat for a moment. It was useless, though. No matter how much I tried to calm down, I felt my orgasm right below the surface. There was no slowing down or turning back.
So instead of trying to hold back, I decided to finish us off. I licked Lee's lips and sucked on his tongue as I squeezed his cock inside my ass and slid up and down his dick. He moaned loudly, and I quickened the pace. Before long, my ass was devouring his cock, and the entire bed rocked.
“Oh, yeah, baby,” Lee said between kisses. “Fuck my big cock!”
I sat up straight, impaling his dick all the way inside me. The cum was building up deep in my guts, and I knew it was now impossible to stop. “I'm gonna cum, baby,” I tried to yell, but only managed to whisper hoarsely.
“Give it to me,” Lee said, and thrust his cock deeper inside me one last time.
I grabbed my cock and held it tight as Lee wriggled beneath me. My entire body shuddered as the first wave shot from my cock and flew past Lee's head and onto the headboard. The next two shots splashed across his face, and he licked at my cum hungrily. Another few spurts landed on his chest and stomach before I collapsed on top of him.
His cock was still buried inside my ass, and as the last few drops of my orgasm leaked from my dick, my ass constricted around his shaft. That was enough for him.
“I'm gonna cum, baby,” Lee said, and started to pull his cock from inside me.
“Don't,” I said, and clutched his dick even tighter.
“I can't help it, it's too close,” he croaked. “I can't stop it.”
“I mean don't pull out.”
“But ...”
I wriggled my ass some more, and suddenly it was there. Lee raised us both off the bed, and gasped for breath. His cock thickened with each contraction as he spent himself deep inside me. A wet warmth spread from my ass into my intestines and what seemed as far as my heart. It went on for several moments, until both of us were exhausted and collapsed into each other's arms.
Our breathing patterns melded as we lay there as two people who were now one. I'd never felt more complete or alive.
“We've never done that,” Lee said quietly as we untangled ourselves and slipped beneath the blankets. “You sure it's a good idea?”
“We've been together ten years. We've been tested several times.”
“Yeah, I know, but ...”
“You ever cheat on me?”
“Of course not,” he said as he fluffed his pillow.
“Me neither. We're clean, we're healthy, and we're monogamous. So, there's nothing to worry about, right?”
“I'm not worried about that,” Lee said and kissed me.
“Then what?”
“I'm just not ready to have another kid. The two we have are a handful. I think we should get your tubes tied.”
We both laughed much harder than the joke warranted, and began hitting each other with our pillows. I finally gave up and we fell tiredly into one another's arms. I heard Lee snore softly, and knew it'd only be another minute or so before he was out completely.
“I love you, husband,” I whispered into his ear.
“I love you, too,” he said sleepily. “Husband.”
Close Encounter
“
N
othing's wrong, all right,” I said as I pulled the blankets back and started to get out of bed. “I just have to get to work. God, it's not like I haven't had to do this for the past twelve years.”
“Come on, honey,” Brad said sleepily, and pulled my hand over to touch his hard cock. “I remember when you used to set the alarm a few minutes early so we could have a little fun before you left for work.”
“Yeah, well, I didn't set it early last night,” I said irritably as I looked over at him. A little shock of black curly hair fell across his forehead, and his eyes were still half closed from sleep. For a moment my heart skipped a beat. Then his eyes closed, and the smile on his lips disappeared as he looked away. “And don't read anything into that that isn't there.”
“So go in a few minutes late,” he said as he slid over and kissed my soft cock. “Tell them traffic was a bitch.” He pulled the head of my dick into his mouth and sucked on it softly, and it soon began to respond.
“Bradley, get serious,” I snapped as I stood up quickly, tossing him to the other side of the bed. “I've got a busy day ahead of me.”
“You always have a busy day ahead of you lately,” he mumbled, and pulled the covers over his head as he turned his back to me.
“And it's a good thing, too, since you haven't really been helping out much. Your last temp job was almost two months ago. Someone's gotta pay the mortgage and the car payments. Apparently that's me.”
I heard a gasp from under the blankets, and immediately regretted what I'd said. Bradley was one of the most sensitive men I'd ever met. It was one of the first things that made me fall in love with him. But he was easily hurt, and I seemed to be hurting him a lot the past few months. I looked at the lump of blanket on the bed and saw it was shaking a little. I knew he was crying, and I wanted nothing more than to crawl back into bed with him under the covers, wrap him in my arms, and make slow and passionate love to him. To say how sorry I was. To make it all better.
Instead, I walked out of the bedroom and into the bathroom. I turned the water on so hot the mirror steamed up, and then stood under the stream of hot water for what seemed an eternity. If I stayed under the spray of scalding water long enough, maybe I could scourge myself from the filthy attitude I'd been having lately toward the man I loved. Maybe I could be clean and good and loving again. Maybe I could find my old self.
But none of that happened. Instead, my skin turned red and wrinkled. When I finished showering I quickly got dressed for work.
“I'm sorry, Brad,” I said softly as I leaned down and kissed the top of his blanket-covered head. “I'll probably be home a little late, so I'll just grab some fast food for dinner.”
I walked to the bedroom door, then stopped and turned around. The blanket was shaking even more visibly now, and I heard Brad sniffling. My heart ached, and again I wanted to wrap him in my arms and make it all okay. But instead, I turned around and walked out the door.
I don't know why I bothered going into work at all. Who was I kidding? There was no way I'd be getting any work done. Not in the mood I was in.
And what the fuck was that mood all about, anyway? Why had I been treating Brad so badly the past couple of weeks? I wasn't mad at him. I didn't resent that he wasn't working. We had more than enough money to take care of our bills and still enjoy what most would consider a better-than-middle-class lifestyle. In fact, it was I who'd encouraged him to quit the job he hated and do a little temp work on the side while he tried to finish the novel he'd been working on for more than a year.
I looked to make sure the blinds were drawn on my office window that looked out into the lobby, then cleared my desk of the cluttered papers on which I should have been working. Then I typed in what I knew would be my only means of stress release and allow me to actually get some work done in the afternoon.
I quickly signed in and entered the Denver chat room. It was filled with profiles and pictures I was very familiar with. Denver might be a big city, and even have a large gay community, but the fags who stalked these rooms were pretty much a core group. We all knew one another, or at least were familiar with the names and pictures.
I immediately received three or four Instant Messages (IM's) from some guys I'd flirted with a few times.
<< I need to suck your dick >> one said.
<< And it needs sucking >> I responded automatically.
<< So when are we finally gonna hookup? >> asked another.
<< I'm free this afternoon >> I typed as I scrolled down the list and checked out the other guys in the room.
I recognized all of them, and had chatted with ninety percent of them in the last six months. But then I came across a name I hadn't seen before:
Desperate4It
.
<< So am I >> the last guy wrote back. << Let's meet at 4 and I will fuck your brains out >>
<< No. Let's meet at 4 and I will fuck
your
brains out >> I typed back as I opened the profile of the new guy.
<< That works too. Where? >>
<< Meet me in the restroom at the Safeway on 6
th
and Corona. Have your pants down, your cock hard and, your ass lubed. >> I was such a tease. It came so naturally. I led guys on like this all the time, but never followed through with any of the flirtations. Sometimes I wondered if any of them actually went where I told them to.
<< I'll be there and ready >> he typed.
<< See ya then >>
 
I read the profile for
Desperate4It
. “30 y/o. Very cute, hot, and in great shape. I'm mostly a bottom, but inhibition is not in my vocabulary. Tight bubble butt and nice thick cock. Must be discreet. But let's have some fun.”
The profile sounded hot. A little generic, but most profiles were on this site. He had a couple of pictures linked to the profile, but they were locked. Users could only get access to the locked pics if the profile owner unlocked them. What the fuck, I thought. He was the only guy in the room I hadn't seen or chatted with before.
<< Hi >> I wrote. << Nice profile. What's goin on? >>
<< Not too much >>
Desperate
wrote back. <>
<< Kinda late for just getting up, isn't it? >>
<< I'm spoiled. I get to sleep in a lot >>
<< Nice. So what are you looking for? >>
There was a long pause, almost five minutes, and I thought I'd either offended the dude or scared him off. But then his response came.
<< I don't know, really. Well, I do, but I'm a little confused and torn >>
Normally I wouldn't continue with this guy. I'm not one to beat around the bush, and I have little patience with those fags online who pretend to be shy and reserved and yet spend the entire day on hookup sites. But something about this guy seemed a little different. So I played along. << Awww, come on >> I typed. << Don't be shy. We're all here for the same reason >>
<< Yeah, I know. I'm not playing games. I do know what I want. But I shouldn't want it, and I'm having a little trouble dealing with that >>
<< And just what is it you want? >>
<< I want to get fucked >>
My cock instantly hardened, which was weird. I'd read those words from other guys a thousand times with no reaction whatsoever.
<< And I want to fuck you >> I wrote.
Again, several minutes passed with no response, but I noticed he was still logged on.
<< Hello? >>
<< I want it. I really do. But I shouldn't. I'm not a tease. Please believe me >>
<< I do >> I typed back, and was surprised to realize that I really did. << Why shouldn't you want me to fuck you? Are you a good little Catholic or something? >>
<< No >>
<< Then just listen to what you want and not what you feel you shouldn't do. It's usually a lot funner that way >>
<< More fun >>
Desperate
corrected me, and I smiled.
<< I really do want to fuck you, and I can come over right now. Can I see your pics first >>
<< I dunno if I should be doing this >>
<< Of course you should >>
Another few moments of awkward silence.
<< Please >> I typed, and then stared at the words on the screen. I'd never pleaded with anyone on these sites. They all wanted
me
. My profile made it clear that I was hot and masculine and built like Adonis. The fact that I had an eight-inch, wrist-thick cock didn't hurt either. And I had pictures to back up my claims, when I chose to unlock them and tease the players a little more than usual.
They
always begged me.
<< OK >>
Desperate
typed back. << But please don't share them with anyone. I really shouldn't be doing this >>
<< I won't >>
A moment later I received a message that his pictures had been unlocked. I clicked on the first one and stared at the most beautiful ass I'd ever seen. It was as white as snow and silky smooth. The back and legs that were also visible were deeply tanned, and as smooth as the tightly muscled bubble butt that was exposed on top of ...
. . . Wait. That was my bedspread in the picture. I leaned in closer to the screen and looked at his ass. There it was. The tiny mole at the bottom of his back where his spine met his ass. I quickly clicked on the second picture, and Brad's smiling face stared back at me.
A sharp, stabbing pain shot through my heart, and I fought to catch my breath. Tears welled in my eyes, and I wiped them away before they could fall down my cheeks.
<< Hello? >> Brad typed. << I hope your silence doesn't mean you've changed your mind >>
I stared at the pictures and tried to type something. But my hands wouldn't move.
<< It's OK if you're not interested. I understand >>
<< No, it's not that >> I typed quickly.
<< Then? >>
<< I want you >> I typed as I wiped a tear from my eyes. << Can I fuck you now? >>
Another moment of pause, and then ... << Yes >>
<< Good. What's your address? >> I couldn't stop the tears now, and my heart felt like I'd swallowed it.
<< Can't do it here >>
<< Why not? I'm at work now. We can't do it here >>
<< OK, look. I have a boyfriend, and I can't bring someone into our home. Sorry if that offends you, but that's the way it is >>
I sniffled and wiped snot from my nose. Brad was getting a little feisty now, like he did when his mind was made up. I wanted to smile, but couldn't.
<< If you have a bf, why are you having sex with someone else? >>
<< Are you judging me? >>
I did smile at that one. He could be so pissy at times. I loved him for that.
<< No. Just wondering >>
<< He's been a little ... preoccupied the past few months. Not real responsive, and I'm horny as shit, OK? >>
<< OK >>
<< Look, I'm not looking for anything serious here at all. I'm in love. But I just need to get fucked. It's been awhile >>
<> I typed and swallowed hard.
<< I'm beginning to think this isn't such a great idea. Maybe we should just forget it >
<< NO!! Let's do it. Just say when and where >>
<< I don't know >>
<< Meet me at the Safeway at 6
th
and Corona in half an hour >> We lived only two blocks from there, and I knew he wouldn't argue. << I drive a white Honda Element. I'll be at the front door waiting for you >> It was a lie. I drove a black Lexus, and I had no intention of meeting him at Safeway.
<< OK >>
<< I'll see you in a few minutes >>
<< Bye >>
I signed off the site and wiped the tears from my eyes. My god, how could I have let it go this far? How could I have neglected the man I love so much that he actually was looking for sex elsewhere? Sure, I played around online a lot, but I only teased. I never met or intended to meet anyone. I was pretty sure Brad had every intention of meeting me at Safeway.
I turned off my computer and walked out of my office.
“Rhonda, I'm gonna be gone for the rest of the afternoon. Cancel my appointments. Tell them I'm sick. I'll be back tomorrow.”
“Yes, Mr. Peterson.”
It took me about fifteen minutes to get home. I parked a block away, and sat in my car for a couple of minutes, gathering my courage and trying to catch my breath and slow down my heartbeat. Then I walked up to our house. I stood on the front porch, just to the side of the door so Brad wouldn't be able to see me if he were to look toward the door or window.