Both fully cleansed, we step out of the shower. During our hot, flirty, is-it-or-isn’t-it-a date earlier this evening, we finally agreed it is a date. After the exotic thrill of kissing in the car, we quickly got to your house for more erotic thrills.
Since you haven’t cum in anyone’s mouth in twenty years, I have done the honors of fulfilling that longtime fantasy for you. Next, we took turns fucking each other in bed. And then, when we went to clean up, you begged me to drill you up against the shower wall, simultaneously jerking you to your third orgasm of the night.
Now we emerge from the shower, toweling off and returning to your bed.
“Wow, dude,” you murmur, lying back. “That was amazing.”
“Best first date I’ve ever had,” I concur. “Definitely going to help me stop thinking about Connie so much,” I share, referring to my wife, who is about to become my ex.
“I’ll tell you what, Joe, that blowjob was way better than anything Alyssa ever gave me.”
“There can be more where that came from,” I promise, grinning.
“Ooh, I might even be up for another after a few more minutes. There’s sure as shit no way I’d be able to fuck you again tonight, though.” We are definitely pushing the limits of our middle-aged meatsticks tonight.
“It was an amazing revelation when you did, Mike, having a big man on top of me pumping away like that.” I place a hand on your shoulder. “I fucking loved it.”
“Well, it was just as amazing being on top and inside you. Don’t take this the wrong way, but it almost felt like I was banging a woman …”
“Such as … oh, I don’t know … Alyssa?” I interject teasingly. You see, you actually blurted out your wife’s name just before you climaxed inside me. I was flattered, mostly.
“Oh, fuck,” you stammer, lying back and covering your face with your hands. “I think I … did I really?”
I place a reassuring hand on your chest. “It’s okay, man. You haven’t had sex with your wife in three years. Why wouldn’t you be thinking of her?”
“I guess I was processing what it means if she and I never fuck again. I mean, I’d love it if she learned to be more patient and we could start doing it again. But if she really has been out slit-slurping with Claire all this time, and then guilting me about slow performances in bed once or twice a year …”
“Then maybe she’s the one whose desire has moved on. Believe me, I know how that feels.”
“Maybe you’re right. The thing is, other than sex, we get along great. Maybe we could stay together, and if discreetly getting it from a guy on the side can be this great … well, that’s a loophole I can live with.”
I give you a seductive look. “Does that mean you might ask me out on a second date, Mikey?”
“Hell, I’ll take you to Paris for our second date if you’ll do me like this again,” you say, moving a bit closer.
“A French restaurant closer to home will do,” I deadpan. “Of course those are expensive, so we can go Dutch.”
“Dutch, to a French restaurant? What the fuck is that?”
“Belgian?”
“How about a place that serves waffles?”
“Works for me. We can steal some syrup and butter packets for later activities.” Observing a renewed enlargement of your manly member, I reach down and take it my hand. “It looks like all this talk about dates - or maybe it was waffles? - has brought back your boner.”
“My oldest friend returns.”
“And my newest.” Stroking your engorged dick, I lean over and suck on your nipples. You’re not hard enough to fuck an ass or even a pussy, but I bet I can blow you to one more orgasm.
I let go of your member for the moment, kissing and slurping down your belly, looking up and making frequent eye contact. I stick my tongue in your navel, then drag it through the manly treasure trail of hairs as I keep moving down your body, still looking up. I run my tongue across your springy bush and down one side to where your thigh and your abdomen meet.
Lifting one leg, I continue downward, sucking in your shower-loosened balls. I apply gentle pressure with my mouth, reaching up with both hands to squeeze your nipples, fairly hard.
“Oh! Fuck yeah! And you haven’t even started sucking my dick yet!”
Dropping your orbs from my mouth, I declare, “Let’s fix that.” I place my lips on the very base of your boner, just above the balls themselves, slowly and lasciviously licking and mouth-kissing all the way up your ample pole. Holding it with one hand, I run my tongue around just underneath the crown, as I’d done earlier.