A Twink's Close Encounter with a Wife
This was a story that while happening was terrifying, but is hot in the retelling. So here you guys are, one of my favourite experiences:
As per some of my other stories on here, I prefer to let older, married men use either of my holes. I am always ready to let a pent-up guy drain his ball down my throat, either sitting relaxed to be taken care of by me, or to hold my hair tight and pump my mouth. Other times, depending on the guy, he needs some tight ass. Maybe his wife's is cold to him, maybe too loose, maybe doesn't get it enough -- whatever the reason, I don't care. I'll offer my tight, smooth ass for him to fuck like a toy and fill up.
I scheduled a session with a guy on this site. Typical married guy: hadn't had sex in months from his wife and was looking to unload. He claimed he hadn't fucked a guy before, but received plenty of blowjobs. Fine with me, I told him. I got myself ready on that fateful Saturday afternoon while his wife was out at work and met him at his house.
He was how he depicted: tall with a hairy barrel chest, broad shoulders, scruffy. Mid 40s most likely, as his profile didn't indicate his age. We wasted no time. He brought me down to his finished basement. On the staircase ledge, I saw pictures of his wife - quite an attractive brunette, I thought. His basement was carpeted, had an L couch, entertainment section, bar, and some sports equipment lay haphazardly in the corner. We spoke little words to each other, understanding we were just here for business.
He told me to strip and get on my knees. He stripped fully just as quick. His cock was perfectly average at a 6" length cut and moderate thickness. He sat on the edge of the couch and had me service him for a few minutes. His cock sprang into full hardness in seconds, a good indication he was pent up and ready. I teased his cock more than I normally do just in case he came quick. I sucked on his balls, flicked my tongue around his head, occasionally deep throated him with no hands on his cock.
He stopped me after a couple of minutes, standing up to grab something out of a nearby closet. He threw me a cheerleading skirt - must've been his wife's old uniform. "Put this on and bend over on the arm of the couch," he demanded. I thought he must be reliving an old memory with her. I was riled up, thinking this was extremely hot that he wanted to fuck my ass the way he would fuck his wife's.
I indulged him. I put on the skirt, bent over, and let out my long hair. He buried his face in my ass quickly, spreading my ass with aggression. I could hear his moans and feel his grunts vibrate my hole as he tongued me. Suddenly, the familiar cold application of lube covered my ass and balls followed by my favourite part, his cock slapping and sliding against my hole. Wasting no time, he pushed in and stroked at a medium pace -- thank God I prepared my hole and was relaxed.
For 20 minutes he pumped me in that position or variations of such. Slapping my ass, flicking the skirt up, pulling my hair, calling me his slut. He would tell me, "Don't you miss this dick?" as if I were his wife. I would give him a few feminine moans to keep up the roleplay.
He ended up cumming partially in my ass and over the skirt, too. After cumming, he pumped me for a few more minutes, likely to cum a second time. However, this is the crux of the story. His wife came home at this point. While he was still fucking me after cumming inside, we could hear his wife enter and close the front door.
Quickly, he pulled out and got dressed. I scrambled for my clothes, but they were tangled up in each other. His wife was calling for him, and he greeted her with a somewhat calm, "Hey honey, I will be up in a sec." She kept approaching; now I could hear her coming down from the top of the stairs. At this moment, I still had her skirt on with cum leaking down my leg and a t-shirt. I grabbed my remaining clothes and ran to a corner just out of sight from the stairs. I put on my underwear and jeans over top the skirt, tucking it in to my pants as best I could.
Just in time as I zipped everything up and looked normal, she greeted me at the bottom of the stairs in a surprise. Quite the attractive lady as her photo indicated, I wonder why she wasn't into fucking her husband more. "Who's this, Rich?" she asked. "From Kijiji, just taking a look at the… uhh… baseball bat and my glove," he quickly replied. He convincingly told her why he was selling his baseball kit. She didn't question it and headed upstairs. We followed.
We parted ways then. I took his baseball bat and glove. I had her old skirt on, his cum soaked into me, and she was none the wiser. Hot in retrospect, but would never want to be in such a position again. Funnily enough, he messaged me afterwards asking for the bat and glove back in exchange for another load - I accepted his offer.
As per some of my other stories on here, I prefer to let older, married men use either of my holes. I am always ready to let a pent-up guy drain his ball down my throat, either sitting relaxed to be taken care of by me, or to hold my hair tight and pump my mouth. Other times, depending on the guy, he needs some tight ass. Maybe his wife's is cold to him, maybe too loose, maybe doesn't get it enough -- whatever the reason, I don't care. I'll offer my tight, smooth ass for him to fuck like a toy and fill up.
I scheduled a session with a guy on this site. Typical married guy: hadn't had sex in months from his wife and was looking to unload. He claimed he hadn't fucked a guy before, but received plenty of blowjobs. Fine with me, I told him. I got myself ready on that fateful Saturday afternoon while his wife was out at work and met him at his house.
He was how he depicted: tall with a hairy barrel chest, broad shoulders, scruffy. Mid 40s most likely, as his profile didn't indicate his age. We wasted no time. He brought me down to his finished basement. On the staircase ledge, I saw pictures of his wife - quite an attractive brunette, I thought. His basement was carpeted, had an L couch, entertainment section, bar, and some sports equipment lay haphazardly in the corner. We spoke little words to each other, understanding we were just here for business.
He told me to strip and get on my knees. He stripped fully just as quick. His cock was perfectly average at a 6" length cut and moderate thickness. He sat on the edge of the couch and had me service him for a few minutes. His cock sprang into full hardness in seconds, a good indication he was pent up and ready. I teased his cock more than I normally do just in case he came quick. I sucked on his balls, flicked my tongue around his head, occasionally deep throated him with no hands on his cock.
He stopped me after a couple of minutes, standing up to grab something out of a nearby closet. He threw me a cheerleading skirt - must've been his wife's old uniform. "Put this on and bend over on the arm of the couch," he demanded. I thought he must be reliving an old memory with her. I was riled up, thinking this was extremely hot that he wanted to fuck my ass the way he would fuck his wife's.
I indulged him. I put on the skirt, bent over, and let out my long hair. He buried his face in my ass quickly, spreading my ass with aggression. I could hear his moans and feel his grunts vibrate my hole as he tongued me. Suddenly, the familiar cold application of lube covered my ass and balls followed by my favourite part, his cock slapping and sliding against my hole. Wasting no time, he pushed in and stroked at a medium pace -- thank God I prepared my hole and was relaxed.
For 20 minutes he pumped me in that position or variations of such. Slapping my ass, flicking the skirt up, pulling my hair, calling me his slut. He would tell me, "Don't you miss this dick?" as if I were his wife. I would give him a few feminine moans to keep up the roleplay.
He ended up cumming partially in my ass and over the skirt, too. After cumming, he pumped me for a few more minutes, likely to cum a second time. However, this is the crux of the story. His wife came home at this point. While he was still fucking me after cumming inside, we could hear his wife enter and close the front door.
Quickly, he pulled out and got dressed. I scrambled for my clothes, but they were tangled up in each other. His wife was calling for him, and he greeted her with a somewhat calm, "Hey honey, I will be up in a sec." She kept approaching; now I could hear her coming down from the top of the stairs. At this moment, I still had her skirt on with cum leaking down my leg and a t-shirt. I grabbed my remaining clothes and ran to a corner just out of sight from the stairs. I put on my underwear and jeans over top the skirt, tucking it in to my pants as best I could.
Just in time as I zipped everything up and looked normal, she greeted me at the bottom of the stairs in a surprise. Quite the attractive lady as her photo indicated, I wonder why she wasn't into fucking her husband more. "Who's this, Rich?" she asked. "From Kijiji, just taking a look at the… uhh… baseball bat and my glove," he quickly replied. He convincingly told her why he was selling his baseball kit. She didn't question it and headed upstairs. We followed.
We parted ways then. I took his baseball bat and glove. I had her old skirt on, his cum soaked into me, and she was none the wiser. Hot in retrospect, but would never want to be in such a position again. Funnily enough, he messaged me afterwards asking for the bat and glove back in exchange for another load - I accepted his offer.
2 years ago