It was Saturday, just past midday. I was still sleepy, having spent most of the night wanking to online porn. I had been with a daddy earlier in the evening, but that encounter took only half an hour.
I heard the key in the door, Rita was back. She had spent the night with a Tinder date. It had been the first time they met. I had only received two messages from Rita last night: One that she would go to his place, and another one that she would stay the night.
I hate it when she stays the night. It makes me feel so lonely and foolish. I had finally gone to bed around 4 o’clock, fatigued by hours of porn. The loneliness had hit me as usual, as I lay by myself. That was the worst part of it. I would have loved to bury my head into my wife’s large breasts, but, alas, I had to try to fall asleep with the knowledge that another man would be sucking on her nipples.
“Hi there! Are you home?”
“I sure am” , I replied and went to the door to greet my wife.
“Have you had a good time?”
“I sure had!” Rita was still beaming. Undoubtedly she had been fucked well.
Rita but her bag down and was about to make coffee.
“Oh, do you want to?”
“I sure do.”
Rita went to the sofa and undressed. I went over to her and sat down on the floor. I also put my pants down, ready to masturbate yet again. I had masturbated countless times during the night.
The right to lick her pussy after she has been with a man was one of the rules of our agreement.
Rita and I had been together for a long time now. Our sex life had been very exciting at first, and then it died down. I had to realise that my interest in porn and men was stronger than my desire to satisfy Rita. Unfortunately, porn addiction and homosexuality were in the way of a mutually fulfilling marriage.
Rita wanted more from life and had cheated on me. We agreed that this was ok. I learned that it turned me on. Rita has had boyfriends and casual encounters ever since. The man she met last night had been a casual encounter and I had yet to learn whether he was to become a boyfriend.
“Brendon was such a charmer! The bands were great. Too bad you are not into this music. You would have liked the bar. I am sorry that I could not come home last night, but we stayed until really late and I just felt soo tired that I couldn't come home anymore. I fell asleep on Brendon’s bed... “
The Daddy I had met had been a good one, 15 years older than me, but still horny and potent. Beforehand, he had sent me a picture of him drilling into an Asian boy. I should be happy that a daddy like him would still consider using me. It had been a quick grindr meetup, a brief getting to know each other online and then a trip to his house after Rita was gone.
Rita is aware of my outings, but she does not care enough to enquire about them. I was different, I wanted to hear the juicy bits of her infidelity. That was the second rule of our arrangement. She has to tell me all about it.
“Have you told him that you are married and I am ok with it?” That was the third rule.
“I did, and I think that was a big turn on for him. After the bands finished, he straight up asked me whether I want to come over to his place. It was already way past midnight at this point.“
The daddy had not wasted much time. He greeted me with his shirt already open. I was allowed to caress this hairy chest and even run my tongue over his nipples. But he soon dropped his pants. I went down on my knees, and found his penis under a small paunch.
Daddy was not stiff yet and his dick did not look that impressive in its limp state. I went to work, servicing this daddy. I knew I had to give my best to pleasure him, after all he is good enough to get these cute asian boys. I felt lucky that Daddy had time for me. I asked for permission to undress so I could masturbate while giving pleasure.
“We took an Uber there. He started making out in the car. At his place, we had hardly finished a glass of wine before his hands were all over me. We kissed a lot. I sucked his dick for a little bit before I undressed so he could take me right there on his couch.”
I had been kneeling naked before the daddy, stroking my cock while I did my best to pleasure him, alternating between him facefucking me, licking his glans and licking his balls. The daddy’s cock rose to a respectable size and tasted delicious. I was looking forward to my reward.
“His kisses were so sweet. Yes, it was sort of a missionary position that we fucked in on the sofa. Yes, I also gave him a boobjob, but that was later on when we had moved onto the bed because I found the couch a bit uncomfortable.
My tongue was deep inside her vagina, I massaged her clitoris with my nose. My wife angrily pushed my head further towards her vulva. I did my best to pleasure her with my mouth, as is my role in my sexual life. I wanked myself hastily, anxiously hoping for a good erection.
“your pussy is still nice and moist.”
“We had sex again in the morning, but of course, we had breakfast together afterwards. And then I still had to get back home.”
“Which position did you use in the morning?”
“I rode him but then he turned me around and pumped into me doggy style until we both came.”
“Have you given him another blowjob in the morning?”
“Oh yes, I teased him with that into doing me again. Brandon is such a good looking bloke, how could I miss the opportunity?” Brendon is about 10 years younger than me wife, and I am older than her.
I kept on servicing my wife.
The night before, daddy seemed to be quite pleased with my efforts. He grunted, sat down on his sofa to be more relaxed. I kept on with the service happily stroking myself. I was using up my whole repertoire. My tongue swirling over his glans, working its way down his shaft, sucking on his balls, then back again with a firm grip of my mouth around his penis, forming a vagina that was fucking daddy when daddy was not actively fucking my mouth. I felt that my masturbation would probably not have the desired result. My penis was not even stiff.
Daddy wanted more and ordered me to get halfway on the sofa and turn around. He obviously wanted to use me. I felt his fingers in my anus as he lubed me in.
Then I felt his hard penis entering me like a metal rod. It hurt, but I let daddy do as he pleased. I kept on wanking.
Wanking is pretty much all I can do, I am a compulsive wanker since childhood and a porn addict since teenage years. I have always had problems getting an erection when being sexual with real people. I am not much of a fucker, I hardly ever manage to fuck my wife, let alone satisfy her. Not like daddy. He told me on grindr that he had fathered two children before he decided that he preferred to be pleasured by boys. He had left his wife a long time ago. I do not have any children and I have never fucked a man.
I finally managed to get a stiffy. I wanted to get in now. I rose from Rita’s pussy and showed her my erection.
“Oh, you want to give it a try?” Rita’s voice sounded almost disappointed.
My erection was already waning when I got my penis up to her vagina, hoping to shove it in. Frustrated, realising it would not work out again, I rubbed my penis against her pussy, with the dying hope I could at least get it in for a little bit.
Yesterday, as the daddy was relentlessly pounding into me, I got worried about my reward. I wondered whether it was my place to ask for it. I was considering it, as I lay moaning into the sofa cushion. If I waited for too long, daddy would surely ejaculate into my anus and I would get very little of the reward that I had earned through my suffering. I mustered all my courage and told him that I would love to receive his sperm.
The daddy obliged, pulled out his cock and removed the condom. I placed my tongue under his cock and he hastily wanked himself until the juice splashed into my eyes, on my face and into my mouth. I greedily devoured my reward. It tasted delicious, I had earned it. I gave up on my efforts to ejaculate myself. The daddy had not even touched my penis in this encounter.
After he was done, the daddy simply pulled up his pants, signalling me to leave.
Rita pushed me aside, terminating my efforts to get inside her.
“I will take a shower now.” Off she went into the bathroom, I admired her big breasts as she left.
I stayed on our sofa and resumed wanking. I used my smartphone to look at some porn on the mini screen. I finally ejaculated as I heard the shower water run.
Cucky's reward
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Thanks for that narrative, there's a lot in there for me. The dangers of porn addiction I'm already aware of and try to avoid. Being used by a guy is a turn on though, and i like your writing style. Thanks.
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Thank you very much. I am happy that someone finally appreciates my little story. I like writing stories and would love to write more.Master_Dan wrote: ↑Tue May 11, 2021 1:04 pmThanks for that narrative, there's a lot in there for me. The dangers of porn addiction I'm already aware of and try to avoid. Being used by a guy is a turn on though, and i like your writing style. Thanks.
The story is an exaggerated version of my real life. I benefit from Viagra, otherwise I would always be like the narrator.
I have further stories in my mind, exploring the cuckold theme from new angles and mixing it with homosexuality and low level humiliation.
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I enjoyed your story.
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continue
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….and work on a new story. You do a good job. Thanks
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Chapter II – An Old Friend’s Visit
A) Manfred
Manfred sent me an e-mail. That came out of the blue. I hadn’t heard from him in quite a while.
Manfred is my oldest friend, unfortunately, I can’t say my best friend any more. We grew up together in the same village. Our mothers are friends.
Manfred is a year older than me and is a very different person than I am. I am shy, he is confident. His ambition led him to become a doctor even though his school results were lacking, whereas I never became anything despite my university diploma.
Manfred grew up as a single child raised by a single mother. His father died young. His mother asked to help him from an early age on, I guess this is where his confidence stems from. I have seen him somewhat as an older brother, and I can imagine that he had similar feelings for me, considering his yearning for family.
There was this special thing that bonded us together, and that was the secret blowjobs I gave him since the time we were teenagers It started when I was 14 and he was 15. We were watching some naughty videos on the vcr of his mother. I had already confided in him that I have some interest in other boys. Our dicks were out, we were wanking to very vanilla porn on a crappy video cassette.
Manfred had his dick out and egged me on: “Come on! You told me you wanted to try it!” I knew he was teasing and didn’t expect me to do anything. However, I looked at his penis and it was so tempting. What an opportunity to make my dream come true!
Before even I understood what was happening, I had leapt over to Manfred lap and wrung my mouth around his dick. Sucking dick is natural, and the girls on the screen demonstrated me how it is done properly. Manfred let it happen, laughing sheepily at me.
From then on, whenever Manfred felt like it, he would pull down his pants and tell me to suck him. I always obliged enthusiastically. He would laugh at me whenever he came in my mouth and realised that I was swallowing his cum.
I remember how relieved I was that Manfred would still let me perform this task when he had his first girlfriend. Manfred must have had about six girlfriends in the times we were in high school. I had none. I often had crushes on girls, but that never let to anything.
There was one time, there was one girl. I had a special crush on. That girl was Melanie. I was at the point when I believed that finally my craving to find my first love, to get laid for the first time would be fulfilled with Melanie – but then Manfred came along and made out with her.
For him, the courtship was very fast. Just one party, and she was his. All this success stemmed from his confidence, there was nothing else that I remember that particularly stood out with Manfred. He wasn’t particularly good looking, he wasn’t very smart, he wasn’t overly popular.
I was a very shy boy, all my friends already had girlfriends, were not virgins any more. I felt like the total loser. I had this massive crush on Melanie, and had surely told Manfred about it. So what does my best friend do as soon as the first opportunity arises as he meets her at a party? Seduces her and takes her home the same night.
B) The best Blowjob of my life
I remember the one blowjob I have given to Manfred, which I consider to be the best blowjob of my life:
One evening, Manfred’s mother was gone over the weekend and we had his place for ourselves. He invited me over as usual. Melanie, his new girlfriend. was there, too. We watched videos and drank wine. We all got quite drunk, especially me.
They were sometimes making out and I had to pretend that I was really interested in the movie when I was actually trying to get some sneak peeks when Manfred’s hand got under Melanies’s T-Shirt, for example. Manfred knew that I had had a crush on Melanie. and teased me about looking when they were engaged in kissing and making out.
I passed out and slept on the couch instead of going home. I did not even notice that they went to bed and turned off the TV and light for me.
I woke up in the morning and could hear them. They were obviously fornicating. I could hear Melanie moaning and shrieking. I could not resist and started to wank. I was incredibly envious. I wished I was Manfred, maybe I also wished I was Melanie. I wished that I could have sex. I blew quite a bit of sperm into my undies.
The moaning died down, then I could hear footsteps on the staircase. I closed my pants. Manfred entered the room. He did not say a word. I still lay on the couch and he came close to me. He lowered the boxer shorts he was wearing. His penis was still covered with his cum and Melanie’s pussy juices. I knew they were doing it bareback because Melanie had told me that she was on the pill.
Manfred did not have an erection any more but I eagerly licked his penis. Licked off all the juices, kissed his head and put it into my mouth. I did not get Manfred to ejaculate again, but it was so fulfilling. I was so happy to have licked a girl’s juices off of Manfred’s penis. A dream come true. Manfred just pulled his boxers up and went back to his girlfriend. I got up and went home.
Later that day, I had extensively masturbated over that event, Melanie was gone and Manfred’s mother had returned. I called him and asked him if I could come over “so we could do it again” please. He agreed and so I went over to his house again to give him a blowjob until he ejaculated into my mouth. I thanked him for everything and left, some sperm still in my hair.
I had often imagined what It was like when Manfred fucked Melanie, I have masturbated about it countless times.
After High School, we both left our hometown and went to study in different cities. I visited him sometimes, and we would usually see each other when we came home to our parents over Christmas. I don’t know how many girls he has had while he was studying, but it must have been quite a few. He liked telling me about it. I was still a virgin at age 21. He once jokingly told me that if I ever had a girlfriend, he would come and fuck her.
And that was I was stuck with thinking about as I was reading his e-mail: His promise to fuck my girlfriend. I felt like he should do it, I felt like it was that piece that was still missing.
I was very shy around girls and hardly ever dared to approach anyone. And when I did, it was without success. I had taken to porn and brief encounters with men 20 to 30 years my senior. I would suck their dicks and they would fuck my arse, but there was no emotion beyond lust in those sex acts. Emotionally, I am not gay. I mean, I cannot form romantic bonds with a person of the same sex. I was dreaming of doing so with the opposite sex.
C) Our Background Story
I met Rita during my 3th semester at uni. Rita is tall, chubby with heavy boobs and a large booty, she has shoulder long reddish hair. With her height of 1,75 meters, her strict face and her pot belly, she certainly does not fit into what society classifies as beautiful. But for men like me, who appreciate full sized women, she definitely has her attractions.
She was my first and only female lover. Our honeymoon phase was full sex – mediocre sex. All those years wasted on pornography and casual homoerotic encounters have left their mark. I initially could not get it up and would often struggle to, an emotional barrier erected by my lack of confidence, my nervousness.
Two years later, Rita cheated on me for the first time. Rita and I were already living together. It had just turned out to be cheaper and more convenient.
Rita had been on a field trip excavating in her rare field of study, archaeology. Her tutor, Fabian, had seduced her. Fabian was a man of about 40 years, and must have been attractive for her with his life experience, confidence, academic position, and admittedly, good looks. I had met him a few times before the field trip and he had known that Rita and I were a couple. Her uni friends who had also been on the field trip, were aware of the fling. Rita confessed to me because she wanted to avoid me hearing it from those other uni students.
To both of our surprise, I felt no anger at all. Why would I be angry? It was for sex, and Fabian was attractive, I would have done the same in all honesty. Given the opportunity, which was obviously there for Rita. But not for me.
Rita even warned me that if I don’t express anger, she would probably do it again. I had nothing to say to this, so Rita did it again.
About a month later, I came home late and went straight to bed. Rita was already in bed. I felt something wet on my pillow, and quickly realised that it was sperm. I was straight up in bed, waking up Rita and confronted her about it. She apologised telling me that Fabian had indeed been there and left before I came home. She had simply failed to find that sperm.
This time I was upset, but I had no intention to leave Rita. I loved her and was able to forgive her.
During her confession, Rita told me that Fabian already knew that I was aware about the situation.
I caught myself masturbating fantasizing about Rita and Fabian, imagining how she was riding him, how he had shot his sperm onto her and onto my pillow.
I had met Fabian once during the time he was having that affair with Rita. I could not help myself from feeling aroused in his presence, thinking about how he is screwing my girlfriend and knowing that I know. He must have felt so proud of himself in that moment.
One day, Rita openly told me she was going to meet Fabian again. “He will fuck me from now on. You didn’t object to this earlier, so that is how it is going to be now. I will have a second lover. I don’t want to be stuck with monogamy and you being my only sex partner. I love you and want to stay with you, but I am not willing to give up on exploring my sexuality.”
There was little room for discussion on this, I felt. It was accepting it or breaking up with Rita. I certainly did not want to break up. I feared I would never find anyone else. And besides, I had realised her talk had made me horny. We had pretty good sex after that talk, I jumped on Rita with more lust than I had ever felt, and even went a bit rough on her.
This is how our arrangement came to place.
I confessed to Rita that I masturbate thinking of her and Fabian. She would keep on fucking other men but she’d also tell me about it so that I would at least get the pleasure of properly wanking to her infidelities being filled in with all the necessary details.
The affair with her tutor had given Rita, who used to be shy like myself, a huge confidence boost. After Fabian had broken off their fling, Rita pursued other men who she seduced with the prospect of no-strings-attached sex affairs. It made me proud to realise how many men were lusting for Rita.
Rita would always visit them or do it in our apartment when I was away. I pleaded with Rita not to stay the entire night, but Rita hardly ever followed that wish. We established the rules that I at least got to lick her pussy afterwards and she would tell me all about the sexual practices performed. It made me so horny that I got my dick hard enough to penetrate Rita.
I would often use part of my time alone to hook up with men. I told Rita about it, and it seemed to make her happy thinking that now the relationship was open on both sides. I never felt it that way, because the men I had sex with stayed anonymous, while Rita’s lovers were also her friends, which made it so much more painful for me.
I remember confiding in my old friend Manfred to my partner’s infidelity back in uni days. In his older brother way, he scolded me and pointed to the supposed immorality of me tolerating my partner’s adultery. I dismissed it and told Manfred that he is boring and mainstream.
D) Arranging the Visit
So Manfred wanted to come and visit. Wasn’t that the perfect opportunity for him to finally fulfil his promise to fuck my first girlfriend? It had been twelve years since Rita and I have been together, but there just hadn’t been opportunities. Rita and Manfred had met briefly a few times during those Christmas trips back home to the parents. There hadn't been much space for them to develop anything. Neither would there be when Manfred would come to visit.
What could I do? Certainly I couldn’t ask Manfred straight away to please fuck my girlfriend. Manfred had settled down after many promiscuous years. He had a wife and two children now. No, I had to do it in a different way. What could I do? I could cloud my kinky request as a joke. I could remind him of his promise, a promise that he would have forgotten about in all likelihood.
I decided to just write it. So I replied to his e-mail. I put in the promise. I wrote: “hey, remember how you once told me you’d fuck my first girlfriend if I ever got one? Guess what, Rita and I are still together!” I got shocked after I pressed SEND and realised that I had really written that to Manfred. He’d be furious. He might even cancel his trip over it. Oh shit.
Then there was Rita. Of course, if I wanted that next infidelity to happen, I had to ask her. That would be hard. But, fuck, I needed that to happen and had already set it into motion with my inappropriate e-mail to Manfred. I should wait for Manfred’s response first before I embarrassed myself with highly inappropriate requests to Rita.
Manfred replied two days later, calmly organising the specifics of his trip with me. No mention of that sentence. I was confused. But no more talk to him about Rita! Maybe Rita could seduce him?
I mustered my courage and asked Rita about Manfred. I figured after all the lonely nights, after all my tolerance, she could do me that one favour. Fuck with a man that I wanted her to fuck with, not one of her choosing. And Manfred was an attractive man, it shouldn’t be too much to ask, I reasoned to myself. But Rita was not amused.
“What?!? You can’t ask me for this! Why are you even doing this?!? Are you in love with Manfred and you don’t dare offer him your own hole?”
Rita had no clue about the secret blowjobs, and I wouldn’t inform her.
“It is my body, my choice. I don’t sleep with other men to your delight, I do it because it pleases me. You have no right to ask me for such a … thing!”
That settled it. I shut up and asked her no more. The whole thing was done, cancelled. I was still looking forward to meet up with my friend Manfred.
E) The night of Manfred’s Visit
I chatted with Manfred through the details of his visit to us, just when he would arrive, etc. I did not mention my attempts to have him fulfil his teenage promise to me. I realised it is not on the cards, it would be just meeting up with an old friend.
And so it was when he arrived. We hugged upon his arrival, had dinner together at our apartment.
Manfred told us about his hard work as a surgeon, about his wife, kids and his dog. I had completely given up on any thought of him taking Rita that night. The evening strolled on, we had some wine. All of us had more of the good stuff than I had anticipated, so Manfred suggested at some point, late in the evening, before the bottle shops close, that I should go out and get another bottle.
At first I genuinely thought he is sending me because I am the one who knows where the bottle shop is, and sending Rita would be not very gentlemanly, also considering that I am his old friend who he can command around like an older brother would. I put my shoes on and left the apartment for the short walk to the next bottleshop.
The cold outside sobered me up. What if that was just a ruse to get flirty with my wife? Maybe I should give them some time? Maybe I am just imagining things and I would be wasting time that I could spend with Manfred? But he had been looking at Rita’s cleavage, in that elegant evening gown that she had put on for the occasion.
I could not help myself but hope and thus I took my time choosing the wine, bought two bottles, carefully stowed them into my bag, slowly walking home. The shopkeeper even got annoyed with me, wanting to close down for the night.
I finally had enough of waiting out in the cold and returned to my apartment. I wondered what I would find inside. Would I drink the wine by myself or would I just find the two of them innocently chatting.
I decided to open the door in the sneakiest way I could.
Taking a peek towards the direction of the sofa I could see the two making out, their tongues deeply interlocked, her breasts already exposed, with Manfred’s hands fondling them.
Unfortunately, they spotted that I was there and Rita took Manfred by the hand and dragged him into our bedroom. On the way out, she gave me a stern glance.
“You stay here. Don’t you dare open that door.”, she commanded. “You may sit here on the sofa and wank.” Manfred had one of his characteristic chuckles when she said that.
Manfred was shutting the door behind them and I sat down on the sofa.
I was sitting on the sofa that had been the site of Rita’s infidelity just a moment ago. My cock was rock hard. Of course, I was not allowed inside the bedroom, but at least I would be able to listen in to their moans and groans!
I sat there, and of course, I could hear nothing. I stared at the etiquette of the wine bottle. I wondered what I was doing. Why was I doing that to myself? Manfred had teased me for my virginity while he had been a womanizer. He was probably responsible for my messed up sexuality that still irritated and pained me. I could hear him laughing behind the closed door. I could hear them laughing. They were probably laughing about me. It was incredible how fast they could find sex, something that I was lacking and had envied all my life. It was mean of them to exclude me, to do this to their best friend. I felt alienated and left behind.
And yet I had wanted what I was experiencing right now, I had been struck with disappointment when I believed it would not happen. My heart had been racing when I was outside buying wine and still unsure whether it would happen or not. Half of me had desperately wanted Manfred to grab my partner’s pussy, the other half of me just wanted to go home and have a nice chat.
And now, I was here, I could hear them giggling, and my penis was erect.
Oh shit, what was I doing sitting here on the sofa?!? I had wasted time, I should be at the door, pressing my ear against it. I snuck to the door and pressed my ear against it.
I could hear them whisper to each other, but I could not make out what they were saying. It wasn’t as good as I hoped it would be. They would be undressing each other right now, no they should already be undressed, shouldn’t they? I had been sitting on the sofa for a while.
There were too many gaps where I could not hear anything discernable, just a bit of the bed creaking or a whispering voice. It was getting uncomfortable standing with the ear to the door trying not to move so as not to make a sound.
Now I could hear them, clearly kissing.
I got my penis out and started rubbing myself. I had to turn sideways for that into an even more awkward position to avoid being caught out as a peeping Tom. They knew that I was out here, listening in, so what was the point of my embarrassment? I still felt embarrassed about what I was doing but I was precisely here because that was all I wanted to do.
I stopped masturbating, realising it would be hellish having cum and being relaxed when the great moment came. The anticipation was horrid. Why did I have to wait for so long? Weren’t the two burning with passion? I could return to the sofa and relax for a little bit, maybe even drink wine. But no, then I might miss out on the moment of penetration.
I think I heard the slurping and smacking of blowjob. Certainly Manfred could not resist the offer of a boobjob! Why did they have to speak in such a low voice? I could not understand what they were whispering into each other’s ears. I imagined Manfred sucking on Rita’s nipples, rubbing his penis between her huge boobs, licking her bald pussy.
AAAH, there it was! Finally, the groan of the first penetration. I went back to masturbation, now that I could listen in to the groans and moans, the creaking of the bed, the rhythmic smacking of flesh against flesh.
I thought of Manfred’s penis, my first penis, inside Rita’s pleasure cave. Moist and eager, eager for Manfred’s fat dick, that I had loved so much and taken care of so often. I could not stop myself, I masturbated incessantly, I think I even came before Manfred did. Inside my partner’s pussy.
What had I done?!? I have cum, the juice was running down my groin. How would I be able to get inside Rita during the night? Because fucking her was clearly my intention, it had to happen after such an intense event.
Damn, the Cialis pills were in the bedroom. No access, I should have planned that better. I should have taken one before Manfred had even gotten here. After what must have been Manfred’s groan of ejaculation, I could not hear anything for a while.
I returned to the sofa and opened the bottle. I I had to console myself that I would just be licking Rita’s pussy, hopefully with Manfred’s sperm inside it. I hoped so much that they had not used condoms. Of course, they would have. Or maybe not. Manfred was a faithful husband nowadays. Or maybe he wasn’t, considering what he was doing right now. I felt relaxed after my own orgasm, and the whole situation irked me again. Why did I let that happen? Why did I not talk to Rita to ask her to finally put an end of trample on my feelings? This was the typical post-ejaculation angst. I felt it every time Rita was out for the entire night, every time the excitement had subsided. Now I had to deal with it while Manfred was still in bed with her, just one room away.
I thought of Manfred’s glorious rod again. I imagined Rita kissing it. I wanted to kiss it myself. Maybe Manfred would still let me, even after all those years. The evening definitely had felt like a return to our past as teenagers.
When would Manfred come out of the room? They were certainly taking their time. Would he stay in the room all night and fuck Rita again in the morning? Would she wake him up with a blowjob?
Then they were back at moaning and groaning. I wondered whether Rita would even let me fuck her. She might be exhausted after the treatment she was receiving from Manfred. Or after the treatment she was giving him. I imagined her riding on Manfred.
I was back at the door, listening in, enjoying the noises of excitement. I played with myself, but careful not to cum a second time. That would be so much. I had to be careful. I heard Rita shriek and Manfred cackling like a kobold. I would love to know what he was laughing about. Rita’s shriek had been very loud. I didn’t even know that she could get that loud during sex. Not with me, at least. I have to ask her how loud she got after the next time she is with her boyfriend.
Silence again. I went back to the wine and the sofa. The wine made me tired. I wished I could have known whether I would sleep on the sofa
Finally, the bedroom door opened and Manfred came out, pulling up his zip. He looked at me, grinning. He closed the door behind him and approached me.
My heart began to pound. Manfred pulling his zip up was not a good sign. I looked at him in a meek way, did not dare speak.
Manfred whispered: “I have never had a woman offer me her pussy that fast.”
“Oh” I muttered shyly, looking at Manfred’s groin area. There was an awkward silence between us.
Manfred was still standing there, I bet he was also unsure what to say or do.
“Ok, may I make myself comfortable on the couch now? Rita is waiting for you in the bedroom.” he finally said.
“Oh please, I was thinking … may I?” I looked up at his face, still reddened from the exercise.
“What?!? No, I think we are past that age. Rita has given me plenty, I don’t need your tongue on my cock as well. I have left something for you on Rita’s body. You better get it quick before she wipes it off.”
Oh Oh, I had to get in there fast. No, I am certainly not past that age, but I have to accept that Manfred is. I had swallowed Manfred’s semen many times, but I was still aching to do it yet again.
I rushed into the bedroom, where Rita was lying on the bed, the blanket removed, presenting me her naked body. There was no doubt that she just had had sex. Then I spotted the sperm between her breasts. I quickly undressed in silence and lay next to her.
I immediately went with my head between her breasts and started to lick it off.
“What the fuck are you doing?!?” Rita tried pushing me off, but I resisted her push and kept on licking. That was my reward, I had earned it.
There wasn’t that much, and Rita finally agreed to let me do my thing. It wasn’t that much sperm, it had probably been Manfred’s second shot when he came between her boobs. I went between Rita’s legs do dig for more.
“I know you are homosexual, but I didn’t think about you wanting to do that. Is that even safe?” Rita asked, but I ignored her, having found more of Manfred’s juices oozing out of her pussy. I eagerly swallowed that as well. This time it was more, that must have been from Manfred’s first shot. Manfred was still the old friend, he had left me so much of his sweet cream. I was in bliss that they had indeed done it bareback.
The taste of Manfred’s sperm drunk from this particular well made me get hard. I seized the opportunity, mounted Rita and inserted immediately. There was no resistance, I slipped right into the moist grotto, still wet from all the action that had already happened that night.
I looked at Rita’s face while I was exictedly pumping away. I felt like Rita was just letting me, but was not excited anymore herself. Indeed, she was as matter-of-factly as a sex worker who had her third client of the day.
“Manfred has not used a condom” she informed me while I was pumping. “He and his wife are monogamous, so I guess that there is no risk of infection”. Woah, she could be so down to earth. It did not seem to affect her at all that she was having sex with two men in the space of just a few minutes.
I kissed her so she would stop giving me such mundane information when I don’t want to hear it.
Instead, I would ask her about the juicy stuff.
“Did you give him blowjob? Did he really come while getting a boobjob?”
“Of course, he was all over my boobs from the very start. He rubbed his dick against them at the beginning, sometime again and then he pulled out and squirted while he was fucking my boobs for the third time. Sure, I have sucked his cock. It is nice and fat. You would love it.”
Rita was giving me the details just as she had done with her previous lovers as I kept on fucking with her descriptions keeping my penis hard.
“Oh, he totally started it. As soon as you were outside the door, he was all over me. He started kissing me straight away as if that was the normal thing to do when the partner had just left the house. I let him, well, because you asked me to, and then this confidence is also quite sexy, you know?”
“Manfred is quite a good kisser. He knows how to keep his tongue in my mouth for just the right time, not pecking at me like a chicken like you do.”
“Manfred insisted that I should ride him, he wanted to see my boobs bounce. Then he turned me around and fucked me doggy. He loves my big arse.”
“The second time he did me missionary, then pulled out to rub his dick between my boobs again. He came doing that. No problem, he has given me glorious orgasms.”
I was in heaven. I kissed my hot woman that I am so proud of.
A) Manfred
Manfred sent me an e-mail. That came out of the blue. I hadn’t heard from him in quite a while.
Manfred is my oldest friend, unfortunately, I can’t say my best friend any more. We grew up together in the same village. Our mothers are friends.
Manfred is a year older than me and is a very different person than I am. I am shy, he is confident. His ambition led him to become a doctor even though his school results were lacking, whereas I never became anything despite my university diploma.
Manfred grew up as a single child raised by a single mother. His father died young. His mother asked to help him from an early age on, I guess this is where his confidence stems from. I have seen him somewhat as an older brother, and I can imagine that he had similar feelings for me, considering his yearning for family.
There was this special thing that bonded us together, and that was the secret blowjobs I gave him since the time we were teenagers It started when I was 14 and he was 15. We were watching some naughty videos on the vcr of his mother. I had already confided in him that I have some interest in other boys. Our dicks were out, we were wanking to very vanilla porn on a crappy video cassette.
Manfred had his dick out and egged me on: “Come on! You told me you wanted to try it!” I knew he was teasing and didn’t expect me to do anything. However, I looked at his penis and it was so tempting. What an opportunity to make my dream come true!
Before even I understood what was happening, I had leapt over to Manfred lap and wrung my mouth around his dick. Sucking dick is natural, and the girls on the screen demonstrated me how it is done properly. Manfred let it happen, laughing sheepily at me.
From then on, whenever Manfred felt like it, he would pull down his pants and tell me to suck him. I always obliged enthusiastically. He would laugh at me whenever he came in my mouth and realised that I was swallowing his cum.
I remember how relieved I was that Manfred would still let me perform this task when he had his first girlfriend. Manfred must have had about six girlfriends in the times we were in high school. I had none. I often had crushes on girls, but that never let to anything.
There was one time, there was one girl. I had a special crush on. That girl was Melanie. I was at the point when I believed that finally my craving to find my first love, to get laid for the first time would be fulfilled with Melanie – but then Manfred came along and made out with her.
For him, the courtship was very fast. Just one party, and she was his. All this success stemmed from his confidence, there was nothing else that I remember that particularly stood out with Manfred. He wasn’t particularly good looking, he wasn’t very smart, he wasn’t overly popular.
I was a very shy boy, all my friends already had girlfriends, were not virgins any more. I felt like the total loser. I had this massive crush on Melanie, and had surely told Manfred about it. So what does my best friend do as soon as the first opportunity arises as he meets her at a party? Seduces her and takes her home the same night.
B) The best Blowjob of my life
I remember the one blowjob I have given to Manfred, which I consider to be the best blowjob of my life:
One evening, Manfred’s mother was gone over the weekend and we had his place for ourselves. He invited me over as usual. Melanie, his new girlfriend. was there, too. We watched videos and drank wine. We all got quite drunk, especially me.
They were sometimes making out and I had to pretend that I was really interested in the movie when I was actually trying to get some sneak peeks when Manfred’s hand got under Melanies’s T-Shirt, for example. Manfred knew that I had had a crush on Melanie. and teased me about looking when they were engaged in kissing and making out.
I passed out and slept on the couch instead of going home. I did not even notice that they went to bed and turned off the TV and light for me.
I woke up in the morning and could hear them. They were obviously fornicating. I could hear Melanie moaning and shrieking. I could not resist and started to wank. I was incredibly envious. I wished I was Manfred, maybe I also wished I was Melanie. I wished that I could have sex. I blew quite a bit of sperm into my undies.
The moaning died down, then I could hear footsteps on the staircase. I closed my pants. Manfred entered the room. He did not say a word. I still lay on the couch and he came close to me. He lowered the boxer shorts he was wearing. His penis was still covered with his cum and Melanie’s pussy juices. I knew they were doing it bareback because Melanie had told me that she was on the pill.
Manfred did not have an erection any more but I eagerly licked his penis. Licked off all the juices, kissed his head and put it into my mouth. I did not get Manfred to ejaculate again, but it was so fulfilling. I was so happy to have licked a girl’s juices off of Manfred’s penis. A dream come true. Manfred just pulled his boxers up and went back to his girlfriend. I got up and went home.
Later that day, I had extensively masturbated over that event, Melanie was gone and Manfred’s mother had returned. I called him and asked him if I could come over “so we could do it again” please. He agreed and so I went over to his house again to give him a blowjob until he ejaculated into my mouth. I thanked him for everything and left, some sperm still in my hair.
I had often imagined what It was like when Manfred fucked Melanie, I have masturbated about it countless times.
After High School, we both left our hometown and went to study in different cities. I visited him sometimes, and we would usually see each other when we came home to our parents over Christmas. I don’t know how many girls he has had while he was studying, but it must have been quite a few. He liked telling me about it. I was still a virgin at age 21. He once jokingly told me that if I ever had a girlfriend, he would come and fuck her.
And that was I was stuck with thinking about as I was reading his e-mail: His promise to fuck my girlfriend. I felt like he should do it, I felt like it was that piece that was still missing.
I was very shy around girls and hardly ever dared to approach anyone. And when I did, it was without success. I had taken to porn and brief encounters with men 20 to 30 years my senior. I would suck their dicks and they would fuck my arse, but there was no emotion beyond lust in those sex acts. Emotionally, I am not gay. I mean, I cannot form romantic bonds with a person of the same sex. I was dreaming of doing so with the opposite sex.
C) Our Background Story
I met Rita during my 3th semester at uni. Rita is tall, chubby with heavy boobs and a large booty, she has shoulder long reddish hair. With her height of 1,75 meters, her strict face and her pot belly, she certainly does not fit into what society classifies as beautiful. But for men like me, who appreciate full sized women, she definitely has her attractions.
She was my first and only female lover. Our honeymoon phase was full sex – mediocre sex. All those years wasted on pornography and casual homoerotic encounters have left their mark. I initially could not get it up and would often struggle to, an emotional barrier erected by my lack of confidence, my nervousness.
Two years later, Rita cheated on me for the first time. Rita and I were already living together. It had just turned out to be cheaper and more convenient.
Rita had been on a field trip excavating in her rare field of study, archaeology. Her tutor, Fabian, had seduced her. Fabian was a man of about 40 years, and must have been attractive for her with his life experience, confidence, academic position, and admittedly, good looks. I had met him a few times before the field trip and he had known that Rita and I were a couple. Her uni friends who had also been on the field trip, were aware of the fling. Rita confessed to me because she wanted to avoid me hearing it from those other uni students.
To both of our surprise, I felt no anger at all. Why would I be angry? It was for sex, and Fabian was attractive, I would have done the same in all honesty. Given the opportunity, which was obviously there for Rita. But not for me.
Rita even warned me that if I don’t express anger, she would probably do it again. I had nothing to say to this, so Rita did it again.
About a month later, I came home late and went straight to bed. Rita was already in bed. I felt something wet on my pillow, and quickly realised that it was sperm. I was straight up in bed, waking up Rita and confronted her about it. She apologised telling me that Fabian had indeed been there and left before I came home. She had simply failed to find that sperm.
This time I was upset, but I had no intention to leave Rita. I loved her and was able to forgive her.
During her confession, Rita told me that Fabian already knew that I was aware about the situation.
I caught myself masturbating fantasizing about Rita and Fabian, imagining how she was riding him, how he had shot his sperm onto her and onto my pillow.
I had met Fabian once during the time he was having that affair with Rita. I could not help myself from feeling aroused in his presence, thinking about how he is screwing my girlfriend and knowing that I know. He must have felt so proud of himself in that moment.
One day, Rita openly told me she was going to meet Fabian again. “He will fuck me from now on. You didn’t object to this earlier, so that is how it is going to be now. I will have a second lover. I don’t want to be stuck with monogamy and you being my only sex partner. I love you and want to stay with you, but I am not willing to give up on exploring my sexuality.”
There was little room for discussion on this, I felt. It was accepting it or breaking up with Rita. I certainly did not want to break up. I feared I would never find anyone else. And besides, I had realised her talk had made me horny. We had pretty good sex after that talk, I jumped on Rita with more lust than I had ever felt, and even went a bit rough on her.
This is how our arrangement came to place.
I confessed to Rita that I masturbate thinking of her and Fabian. She would keep on fucking other men but she’d also tell me about it so that I would at least get the pleasure of properly wanking to her infidelities being filled in with all the necessary details.
The affair with her tutor had given Rita, who used to be shy like myself, a huge confidence boost. After Fabian had broken off their fling, Rita pursued other men who she seduced with the prospect of no-strings-attached sex affairs. It made me proud to realise how many men were lusting for Rita.
Rita would always visit them or do it in our apartment when I was away. I pleaded with Rita not to stay the entire night, but Rita hardly ever followed that wish. We established the rules that I at least got to lick her pussy afterwards and she would tell me all about the sexual practices performed. It made me so horny that I got my dick hard enough to penetrate Rita.
I would often use part of my time alone to hook up with men. I told Rita about it, and it seemed to make her happy thinking that now the relationship was open on both sides. I never felt it that way, because the men I had sex with stayed anonymous, while Rita’s lovers were also her friends, which made it so much more painful for me.
I remember confiding in my old friend Manfred to my partner’s infidelity back in uni days. In his older brother way, he scolded me and pointed to the supposed immorality of me tolerating my partner’s adultery. I dismissed it and told Manfred that he is boring and mainstream.
D) Arranging the Visit
So Manfred wanted to come and visit. Wasn’t that the perfect opportunity for him to finally fulfil his promise to fuck my first girlfriend? It had been twelve years since Rita and I have been together, but there just hadn’t been opportunities. Rita and Manfred had met briefly a few times during those Christmas trips back home to the parents. There hadn't been much space for them to develop anything. Neither would there be when Manfred would come to visit.
What could I do? Certainly I couldn’t ask Manfred straight away to please fuck my girlfriend. Manfred had settled down after many promiscuous years. He had a wife and two children now. No, I had to do it in a different way. What could I do? I could cloud my kinky request as a joke. I could remind him of his promise, a promise that he would have forgotten about in all likelihood.
I decided to just write it. So I replied to his e-mail. I put in the promise. I wrote: “hey, remember how you once told me you’d fuck my first girlfriend if I ever got one? Guess what, Rita and I are still together!” I got shocked after I pressed SEND and realised that I had really written that to Manfred. He’d be furious. He might even cancel his trip over it. Oh shit.
Then there was Rita. Of course, if I wanted that next infidelity to happen, I had to ask her. That would be hard. But, fuck, I needed that to happen and had already set it into motion with my inappropriate e-mail to Manfred. I should wait for Manfred’s response first before I embarrassed myself with highly inappropriate requests to Rita.
Manfred replied two days later, calmly organising the specifics of his trip with me. No mention of that sentence. I was confused. But no more talk to him about Rita! Maybe Rita could seduce him?
I mustered my courage and asked Rita about Manfred. I figured after all the lonely nights, after all my tolerance, she could do me that one favour. Fuck with a man that I wanted her to fuck with, not one of her choosing. And Manfred was an attractive man, it shouldn’t be too much to ask, I reasoned to myself. But Rita was not amused.
“What?!? You can’t ask me for this! Why are you even doing this?!? Are you in love with Manfred and you don’t dare offer him your own hole?”
Rita had no clue about the secret blowjobs, and I wouldn’t inform her.
“It is my body, my choice. I don’t sleep with other men to your delight, I do it because it pleases me. You have no right to ask me for such a … thing!”
That settled it. I shut up and asked her no more. The whole thing was done, cancelled. I was still looking forward to meet up with my friend Manfred.
E) The night of Manfred’s Visit
I chatted with Manfred through the details of his visit to us, just when he would arrive, etc. I did not mention my attempts to have him fulfil his teenage promise to me. I realised it is not on the cards, it would be just meeting up with an old friend.
And so it was when he arrived. We hugged upon his arrival, had dinner together at our apartment.
Manfred told us about his hard work as a surgeon, about his wife, kids and his dog. I had completely given up on any thought of him taking Rita that night. The evening strolled on, we had some wine. All of us had more of the good stuff than I had anticipated, so Manfred suggested at some point, late in the evening, before the bottle shops close, that I should go out and get another bottle.
At first I genuinely thought he is sending me because I am the one who knows where the bottle shop is, and sending Rita would be not very gentlemanly, also considering that I am his old friend who he can command around like an older brother would. I put my shoes on and left the apartment for the short walk to the next bottleshop.
The cold outside sobered me up. What if that was just a ruse to get flirty with my wife? Maybe I should give them some time? Maybe I am just imagining things and I would be wasting time that I could spend with Manfred? But he had been looking at Rita’s cleavage, in that elegant evening gown that she had put on for the occasion.
I could not help myself but hope and thus I took my time choosing the wine, bought two bottles, carefully stowed them into my bag, slowly walking home. The shopkeeper even got annoyed with me, wanting to close down for the night.
I finally had enough of waiting out in the cold and returned to my apartment. I wondered what I would find inside. Would I drink the wine by myself or would I just find the two of them innocently chatting.
I decided to open the door in the sneakiest way I could.
Taking a peek towards the direction of the sofa I could see the two making out, their tongues deeply interlocked, her breasts already exposed, with Manfred’s hands fondling them.
Unfortunately, they spotted that I was there and Rita took Manfred by the hand and dragged him into our bedroom. On the way out, she gave me a stern glance.
“You stay here. Don’t you dare open that door.”, she commanded. “You may sit here on the sofa and wank.” Manfred had one of his characteristic chuckles when she said that.
Manfred was shutting the door behind them and I sat down on the sofa.
I was sitting on the sofa that had been the site of Rita’s infidelity just a moment ago. My cock was rock hard. Of course, I was not allowed inside the bedroom, but at least I would be able to listen in to their moans and groans!
I sat there, and of course, I could hear nothing. I stared at the etiquette of the wine bottle. I wondered what I was doing. Why was I doing that to myself? Manfred had teased me for my virginity while he had been a womanizer. He was probably responsible for my messed up sexuality that still irritated and pained me. I could hear him laughing behind the closed door. I could hear them laughing. They were probably laughing about me. It was incredible how fast they could find sex, something that I was lacking and had envied all my life. It was mean of them to exclude me, to do this to their best friend. I felt alienated and left behind.
And yet I had wanted what I was experiencing right now, I had been struck with disappointment when I believed it would not happen. My heart had been racing when I was outside buying wine and still unsure whether it would happen or not. Half of me had desperately wanted Manfred to grab my partner’s pussy, the other half of me just wanted to go home and have a nice chat.
And now, I was here, I could hear them giggling, and my penis was erect.
Oh shit, what was I doing sitting here on the sofa?!? I had wasted time, I should be at the door, pressing my ear against it. I snuck to the door and pressed my ear against it.
I could hear them whisper to each other, but I could not make out what they were saying. It wasn’t as good as I hoped it would be. They would be undressing each other right now, no they should already be undressed, shouldn’t they? I had been sitting on the sofa for a while.
There were too many gaps where I could not hear anything discernable, just a bit of the bed creaking or a whispering voice. It was getting uncomfortable standing with the ear to the door trying not to move so as not to make a sound.
Now I could hear them, clearly kissing.
I got my penis out and started rubbing myself. I had to turn sideways for that into an even more awkward position to avoid being caught out as a peeping Tom. They knew that I was out here, listening in, so what was the point of my embarrassment? I still felt embarrassed about what I was doing but I was precisely here because that was all I wanted to do.
I stopped masturbating, realising it would be hellish having cum and being relaxed when the great moment came. The anticipation was horrid. Why did I have to wait for so long? Weren’t the two burning with passion? I could return to the sofa and relax for a little bit, maybe even drink wine. But no, then I might miss out on the moment of penetration.
I think I heard the slurping and smacking of blowjob. Certainly Manfred could not resist the offer of a boobjob! Why did they have to speak in such a low voice? I could not understand what they were whispering into each other’s ears. I imagined Manfred sucking on Rita’s nipples, rubbing his penis between her huge boobs, licking her bald pussy.
AAAH, there it was! Finally, the groan of the first penetration. I went back to masturbation, now that I could listen in to the groans and moans, the creaking of the bed, the rhythmic smacking of flesh against flesh.
I thought of Manfred’s penis, my first penis, inside Rita’s pleasure cave. Moist and eager, eager for Manfred’s fat dick, that I had loved so much and taken care of so often. I could not stop myself, I masturbated incessantly, I think I even came before Manfred did. Inside my partner’s pussy.
What had I done?!? I have cum, the juice was running down my groin. How would I be able to get inside Rita during the night? Because fucking her was clearly my intention, it had to happen after such an intense event.
Damn, the Cialis pills were in the bedroom. No access, I should have planned that better. I should have taken one before Manfred had even gotten here. After what must have been Manfred’s groan of ejaculation, I could not hear anything for a while.
I returned to the sofa and opened the bottle. I I had to console myself that I would just be licking Rita’s pussy, hopefully with Manfred’s sperm inside it. I hoped so much that they had not used condoms. Of course, they would have. Or maybe not. Manfred was a faithful husband nowadays. Or maybe he wasn’t, considering what he was doing right now. I felt relaxed after my own orgasm, and the whole situation irked me again. Why did I let that happen? Why did I not talk to Rita to ask her to finally put an end of trample on my feelings? This was the typical post-ejaculation angst. I felt it every time Rita was out for the entire night, every time the excitement had subsided. Now I had to deal with it while Manfred was still in bed with her, just one room away.
I thought of Manfred’s glorious rod again. I imagined Rita kissing it. I wanted to kiss it myself. Maybe Manfred would still let me, even after all those years. The evening definitely had felt like a return to our past as teenagers.
When would Manfred come out of the room? They were certainly taking their time. Would he stay in the room all night and fuck Rita again in the morning? Would she wake him up with a blowjob?
Then they were back at moaning and groaning. I wondered whether Rita would even let me fuck her. She might be exhausted after the treatment she was receiving from Manfred. Or after the treatment she was giving him. I imagined her riding on Manfred.
I was back at the door, listening in, enjoying the noises of excitement. I played with myself, but careful not to cum a second time. That would be so much. I had to be careful. I heard Rita shriek and Manfred cackling like a kobold. I would love to know what he was laughing about. Rita’s shriek had been very loud. I didn’t even know that she could get that loud during sex. Not with me, at least. I have to ask her how loud she got after the next time she is with her boyfriend.
Silence again. I went back to the wine and the sofa. The wine made me tired. I wished I could have known whether I would sleep on the sofa
Finally, the bedroom door opened and Manfred came out, pulling up his zip. He looked at me, grinning. He closed the door behind him and approached me.
My heart began to pound. Manfred pulling his zip up was not a good sign. I looked at him in a meek way, did not dare speak.
Manfred whispered: “I have never had a woman offer me her pussy that fast.”
“Oh” I muttered shyly, looking at Manfred’s groin area. There was an awkward silence between us.
Manfred was still standing there, I bet he was also unsure what to say or do.
“Ok, may I make myself comfortable on the couch now? Rita is waiting for you in the bedroom.” he finally said.
“Oh please, I was thinking … may I?” I looked up at his face, still reddened from the exercise.
“What?!? No, I think we are past that age. Rita has given me plenty, I don’t need your tongue on my cock as well. I have left something for you on Rita’s body. You better get it quick before she wipes it off.”
Oh Oh, I had to get in there fast. No, I am certainly not past that age, but I have to accept that Manfred is. I had swallowed Manfred’s semen many times, but I was still aching to do it yet again.
I rushed into the bedroom, where Rita was lying on the bed, the blanket removed, presenting me her naked body. There was no doubt that she just had had sex. Then I spotted the sperm between her breasts. I quickly undressed in silence and lay next to her.
I immediately went with my head between her breasts and started to lick it off.
“What the fuck are you doing?!?” Rita tried pushing me off, but I resisted her push and kept on licking. That was my reward, I had earned it.
There wasn’t that much, and Rita finally agreed to let me do my thing. It wasn’t that much sperm, it had probably been Manfred’s second shot when he came between her boobs. I went between Rita’s legs do dig for more.
“I know you are homosexual, but I didn’t think about you wanting to do that. Is that even safe?” Rita asked, but I ignored her, having found more of Manfred’s juices oozing out of her pussy. I eagerly swallowed that as well. This time it was more, that must have been from Manfred’s first shot. Manfred was still the old friend, he had left me so much of his sweet cream. I was in bliss that they had indeed done it bareback.
The taste of Manfred’s sperm drunk from this particular well made me get hard. I seized the opportunity, mounted Rita and inserted immediately. There was no resistance, I slipped right into the moist grotto, still wet from all the action that had already happened that night.
I looked at Rita’s face while I was exictedly pumping away. I felt like Rita was just letting me, but was not excited anymore herself. Indeed, she was as matter-of-factly as a sex worker who had her third client of the day.
“Manfred has not used a condom” she informed me while I was pumping. “He and his wife are monogamous, so I guess that there is no risk of infection”. Woah, she could be so down to earth. It did not seem to affect her at all that she was having sex with two men in the space of just a few minutes.
I kissed her so she would stop giving me such mundane information when I don’t want to hear it.
Instead, I would ask her about the juicy stuff.
“Did you give him blowjob? Did he really come while getting a boobjob?”
“Of course, he was all over my boobs from the very start. He rubbed his dick against them at the beginning, sometime again and then he pulled out and squirted while he was fucking my boobs for the third time. Sure, I have sucked his cock. It is nice and fat. You would love it.”
Rita was giving me the details just as she had done with her previous lovers as I kept on fucking with her descriptions keeping my penis hard.
“Oh, he totally started it. As soon as you were outside the door, he was all over me. He started kissing me straight away as if that was the normal thing to do when the partner had just left the house. I let him, well, because you asked me to, and then this confidence is also quite sexy, you know?”
“Manfred is quite a good kisser. He knows how to keep his tongue in my mouth for just the right time, not pecking at me like a chicken like you do.”
“Manfred insisted that I should ride him, he wanted to see my boobs bounce. Then he turned me around and fucked me doggy. He loves my big arse.”
“The second time he did me missionary, then pulled out to rub his dick between my boobs again. He came doing that. No problem, he has given me glorious orgasms.”
I was in heaven. I kissed my hot woman that I am so proud of.
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What a long post! Male with male is not my thing, sorry..., I prefer first chapter 
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Thats ok, I understand. The ending is male with female, spoiler alert.
Of course, such stories are never to everyone's taste. Thank you for reading. I hope you still found something arousing in the text.
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great story. thanks.
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thank you for the feedback. I hope I have helped you lose sperm with my stories.
I have not gotten much good feedback for those chapters, probably because of the homosexual content. I felt that was missing from the other stories so I wanted to contributed.
I have written the stories so long ago that I had to read them myself in order to remember them. It was almost as if someone else had written them.
I might even think of a third chapter. Any ideas?
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I enjoy reading about your homosexual activities.
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I liked your stories, especially the first one where you paralleled her out on a date with you being used on a “date”… pretty accurate. 
Next story should be about one of her boyfriends learning from her that you dress and then, unbeknownst to her, him subtly demeaning and encouraging you to be more femme so he can also use you when she’s not around. You’re the secret second bitch… something I can tell you from experience happens a LOT more than is talked about…
Let’s be honest, most cucks are wanna-be cocksuckers, and most bulls are horny and want to fuck more often than women/hotwives are available… they need pussy… and if you pass like a reasonably cute bitch, your holes will discreetly do too.
Next story should be about one of her boyfriends learning from her that you dress and then, unbeknownst to her, him subtly demeaning and encouraging you to be more femme so he can also use you when she’s not around. You’re the secret second bitch… something I can tell you from experience happens a LOT more than is talked about…
Let’s be honest, most cucks are wanna-be cocksuckers, and most bulls are horny and want to fuck more often than women/hotwives are available… they need pussy… and if you pass like a reasonably cute bitch, your holes will discreetly do too.