I’m sitting at a southeast coastal hotel room’s desk and will be leaving for a flight home at two p.m.
My wife’s at home having sex with an air conditioning contractor who services our aging a/c-heating unit every six to twelve months. Because she hasn’t phoned, I assume he’s probably fucking her about now. Or maybe she’s giving him oral sex. I’d written here before about how that relationship first came about. Except for an occasion she stayed overnight at his home early this year, the only time they have had sex has been when he’s performing work at our place. Each time, she and I had great sex as she narrated the details of his dick inside her. I once asked her how he compared to other guys. She said only that, “He’s really good,” and that she particularly enjoyed sucking his dick. That hot image has been on my mind since I woke up today.
The morning I was packing for the trip, she phoned him about a thermostat problem and the annual system checkup. He said he was free Friday afternoon or anytime Saturday morning. She told him I was to be on the road for work and he could stay over Friday night if he wished. He’s divorced and readily agreed. She was clearly excited when she hung up the phone. They hadn’t fucked for months, and she says he can go longer than anyone she has known. If I’d had time, I would have jerked off as she went on to tell me what she most likes when he’s fucking her.
What I recall most from the few times they’ve been together was her comment following the second or third time he was at our home. I asked her the size of his dick. She at first said, “Pretty big.” She estimated it as an inch and a half longer than my six inches. She said the real difference in the feeling and appearance is its thickness. She exaggerated a bit, “It’s fat and stiff as a fire hose,” and for that reason she lubricated his tool before sex, She hesitated a moment as if she had either revealed too much or unsure she described it well, then added with a grin, “But it feels super when we’re fucking.” That graphic image rattled me at the time and I still get hard every time I recall her observation.
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In the meantime, before that was to happen, a last-minute event came about. On my first night away, my wife arrived home from work at 4:30 and the phone was ringing as she entered our front door. The call was from Jack, her 21-year-old student fuck buddy. His roommate Beau would be attending a night class to make up for one he missed Monday morning. He asked if she was free a couple of hours that night. She said, “I’m free until around 5:30 tomorrow morning, but I’ll need to leave later for work.”
At 6:00 a.m. the following morning, I was just out of the shower and naked when she phoned to tell me about her night. I turned on my pocket recorder and held the recorder to the receiver. I lay on my back in bed and jerked off as she went on with her story.
He pulled into our driveway around six. They kissed deeply at the doorway and she led him to our patio’s hot tub. They sat together naked in the tub for a while and fooled around. She asked him to stand and she sucked his stiff dick. She looked up as his body shuddered and his eyes rolled in their sockets. She withdrew and whispered in a practiced, sensuous tone, “I love your hot cock. Let’s go to bed.” They toweled off and walked hand-in-hand through the sliding glass doorway and down the hallway to our marital bedroom. His hand shook nervously in hers. She stared down at his rigid dick, angled upward and bobbing as he walked alongside her. She said her pussy was sizzling and her limbs trembled when he turned to kiss her alongside our bed. His dick pressed hard against her belly.
She lay on her back as he went down on her. She had shaved her mound the day before, mostly in preparation for the coming weekend with the a/c contractor. As his tongue lathered her clitoris, he moaned how much he liked the visual aspect of her smooth pussy. My wife’s head thrashed side to side and her body writhed at the effect of his wet tongue. He crawled between her thighs and guided his cock to her opening. Her eyes and mouth opened wide as she stared down to his pole entering her cunt. His lips pressed against hers.
She gasped as his dick swooped full length into her channel. He thrust hurriedly and their bodies rocked in unison. He whispered, “I needed this so much.” After the sensual foreplay, their bodies meshed in heightened lust. She bawled, “Ohmygod, I’m so hot,” and threw herself totally into screwing. Her hips rotated, rose and fell with his thrusts. She couldn’t recall him having groaned and moaned so much at any time before. She muttered, “Oh yeah! It’s so good. Your dick is fucking wondrous.”
My wife has entirely bonded emotionally with both Jack and his roommate Beau. Before this became a three-way relationship, only Beau had been fucking her. She then referred to the 20-year-old Beau as her “boyfriend.” When Jack was later invited to join them in threesomes, she at first thought of Jack as an alternative fuck-buddy. As their arrangement progressed, she came to love each in equal measure. Her depth of feelings for either has intensified to a degree she described to me as “maximum-heat fucking.” I haven’t heard her use that term about anyone else. Only her sexual unions with her boss give her as much sensual pleasure. My sense from her narrations is that she and the two students meld together like molten metal.
As she was telling me this, I was breathing fast and hard and jerking off madly.
He plowed her pussy with frantic enthusiasm. She repeatedly howled, “Oh my god,” and “Yeah, yeah!” as he fucked her. Jack groaned at least once that he loved her hot, married pussy. He said, “You’re the reason I’m staying here and going to the local university when my community college term ends.” He had said that to her once before but when she was told again, her libido went into hyper-drive. Tears streaked her cheeks. She sobbed, “I’m so glad. Fuck me, honey! Fuck me good.”
Upon hearing that comment, I couldn’t hold back. I was cumming hard and whined, “That’s so fucking hot.” My wife confessed she was also masturbating as we talked on the phone but with her flesh-colored dick-shaped vibrator. I couldn’t hear the hum of the device as I often can when we’re on the phone, but her frequent pauses and rapid breaths confirmed her excitation as she recalled the night.
Jack urged her to her hands and knees and fucked her from behind. She fingered her clitoris as his dick thrust into her and was soon screaming in orgasm. Sometimes when hearing her tell me things like that, I think she cums harder with other guys than she ever did with me. But maybe I’m just hoping she does. I’m never sure.
They fell asleep early in the evening but were at it again three more times in varied positions through the night. When awakening the next morning before dawn, Jack asked my wife if she wanted to know what he liked best about fucking her. She grinned and joked, “Maybe because I can’t get pregnant and you don’t need to worry about child support payments.” He laughed with his lips pressed against her shaved mound, then said, “It’s because it’s ‘you.’ Best woman I’ve ever met. And maybe also because you’re married. That’s really hot.” She crawled atop him, straddled his hips and fucked him cowgirl-like. He dressed and left around 5:30 a.m.
I was pulling on my deflated dick when she cried out that she was cumming and said she had thrust her dildo into her cunt. She held the phone near the vibrator. I could then hear the device’s hum a moment before she screamed in protracted, multiple orgasms. Exhausted, I laid back and told her that was a thrilling account. After a half minute’s silence, she said, “Am I getting too much sex? I mean the a/c guy will be here Friday night while you’re still away.”
I didn’t think so and said, “I would say you’re having an adventure.” She laughed and said, “I suppose it’s that too. Since you’re so approving, I’m all in for more.” She said I might want to rethink that though, because on Thursday next week she and her boss plan to have sex following that night’s board meeting and dinner with the four. She said, “He and I are coming to our home when the meeting breaks up. His wife and the nanny are taking their kids to a school event and then to a movie that night.” She said her boss won’t mind me being at home when they’re fucking. She added in a tone that gave me the impression she was grinning, “So you don’t need to leave the house. It will only be a couple of hours if even that much.”
I’ll probably bring work home and confine myself to our computer room while they’re fucking. I’ll enjoy talking with him anyway before they head to our bedroom that night. She and I will have hot sex after he leaves and that’s always something to look forward to. Fucking her after another guy has cum inside her is something like my “hobby” - but more fun than, say, stamp collecting.
Before ending our conversation, I said, “I’m glad Jack dicked you so good last night.” She laughed, saying, “I knew you would be. My boys are always primed. When you get home, I’ll tell you why I so much like sucking their dicks.” She said she was pleased she could entertain me, but now had to get ready for work, and clicked off her cell phone. She didn’t again mention Friday’s date as planned with the a/c guy.
Later this afternoon I’ll be hearing about what she feels is so engrossing when she performs oral sex on those two guys, along with the details of last night's adventure and . . .
* * * It’s time to go. The taxi service is on the phone to remind me a driver will pick me up out front in a half hour. I couldn’t think of much more to add anyway ~ ~ and, although I wasn’t actually there to watch last night, I hope this interrupted note was worthwhile reading.
~ Des
(As a matter of full disclosure, I suppose I should say the guy in the new avatar isn't the a/c man, but the description she has given me is like that.)
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