Speaker 1: When you're married and at the same time you get
Speaker 1: turned on by the thought of having sex with other
Speaker 1: men and you've already done it once, two things can happen.
Speaker 1: Either you think I've scratched that itch, I won't do
Speaker 1: it again, or you consider, well, this isn't so bad,
Speaker 1: let's do it again. In my case, LUs got the
Speaker 1: better of me and I considered repeating it. That said,
Speaker 1: with the same precautions as in my previous experience, which
Speaker 1: I reported last summer. Now, in the final stage of
Speaker 1: twenty twenty five, I've done it again with the person
Speaker 1: from last summer. Out of caution, out of trust. We've
Speaker 1: stayed in touched the whole time, including video calls, but
Speaker 1: above all because I liked the guy. Everything had gone
Speaker 1: well before, and I loved his cock. Taking advantage of
Speaker 1: a family trip that left me on my own, I
Speaker 1: went for it and suggested to my friend that we
Speaker 1: meet up again. This time, there wasn't anywhere we could
Speaker 1: be alone, so we agreed to meet somewhere far from
Speaker 1: our respective homes. I liked taking long motorcycle rides, and
Speaker 1: it's the perfect excuse to discover new places, so I
Speaker 1: suggested a riverside spot near where I lived that used
Speaker 1: to be very deserted. Sometimes when I was riding around there,
Speaker 1: I thought it would be a good place to play,
Speaker 1: and so it was. That was the chosen meeting point.
Speaker 1: I got here first, I smoked a cigarette. No, I'm lying,
Speaker 1: it was several. No matter how much you know what
Speaker 1: you're getting into and who you're going with, the nerves
Speaker 1: are still very much there. And then there's that damn
Speaker 1: fear of being seen, of a friend suddenly showing up
Speaker 1: and asking what you're doing. All alone. I could think
Speaker 1: of a thousand things, and I'm sure the thousand and
Speaker 1: first could happen. Nothing happened, fortunately, and he arrived ten
Speaker 1: minutes later. I was wearing sweat pants to be more comfortable.
Speaker 1: I thought a prepared guy, and we started chatting. After
Speaker 1: a few months we had a certain level of familiarity
Speaker 1: with each other, not much detail, but just enough to
Speaker 1: exchange a few sentences. Little by little, the conversation grew
Speaker 1: more heated, recalling the first time, the turn ons we'd
Speaker 1: had all this time leading up to that day, the
Speaker 1: masturbation we'd done. When we realized it, we were groping
Speaker 1: each other. His cock was rock hard, and I was
Speaker 1: a bit nervous as the passive one. I couldn't quite
Speaker 1: get hard. I just wanted to see his cock in
Speaker 1: person again. He pulled down his pants and there it was,
Speaker 1: eager for my mouth again. That's when I got really hard. Suddenly,
Speaker 1: he suggested we rub our dicks together. Although I'd fantasized
Speaker 1: about it, I didn't think much about it, but I
Speaker 1: didn't think about it that time either, and I threw
Speaker 1: myself into his arms so our bodies would come together.
Speaker 1: It's an incredible feeling, sensing that hardness and knowing it's
Speaker 1: because of you, because you're rubbing against the other guy. Spontaneously,
Speaker 1: we started making out, something that was also unexpected for me,
Speaker 1: but no less pleasurable for it. It was pure lust,
Speaker 1: nothing more, just swapping saliva, forcefully touching each other, making
Speaker 1: out between moans and filthy phrases that turned us on
Speaker 1: like crazy at the same time. A goddamn sexual symbiosis,
Speaker 1: I thought, in my aroused state. By this point, we
Speaker 1: both had our pants around our ankles and I was
Speaker 1: pressed against a wall of the bridge that spanned the river.
Speaker 1: I couldn't escape, but I didn't want to escape. He
Speaker 1: turned me around and started rubbing his cock against my ass.
Speaker 1: We had agreed on no penetration, and that condition was
Speaker 1: absolutely respected. Feeling his cock brush against my ass was
Speaker 1: starting to make me want to come. It's something inexplicable,
Speaker 1: but the excitement was killing me. I never could have
Speaker 1: believed I'd reached that point. His moans and roars right
Speaker 1: behind me against my back as I moved my hips continuously,
Speaker 1: only made him even harder. There are no words. He
Speaker 1: was fucking my ass without penetrating me, and part of
Speaker 1: his weight was pressing down on my body, making the
Speaker 1: sensation much more intense than what was actually happening. After
Speaker 1: a few minutes like that, which felt like no time
Speaker 1: at all, I told him I needed to eat him
Speaker 1: right then, and I knelt down rather. I sat down
Speaker 1: at the perfect height for his cock to slide into
Speaker 1: my mouth effortlessly. We're not getting any younger. You have
Speaker 1: to be careful with positions. He took my head firmly
Speaker 1: but gently, and began to fuck my mouth. There was
Speaker 1: more light than last time, so I could see his
Speaker 1: body perfectly as it moved in and out of my mouth.
Speaker 1: His balls were wonderful. I stroked and gazed at them,
Speaker 1: enjoying it almost more than the first time. I reached
Speaker 1: out and grabbed his ass to hold his cock in
Speaker 1: my mouth, which he appreciated by leaving it there for
Speaker 1: a few seconds, just long enough before I started gagging.
Speaker 1: We don't want to spoil the mood. We were completely
Speaker 1: in sink, no pun intended. We could read each other's minds.
Speaker 1: He told me he was going to come again. I
Speaker 1: asked him where he wanted to come, and this time
Speaker 1: he let me choose. So much excitement led me to
Speaker 1: ask him to rub against me with his cock again
Speaker 1: and come there. No sooner said than done. I stood
Speaker 1: up again and leaned forward a bit so that his
Speaker 1: weight pressed down on me more, and his swaying felt
Speaker 1: more like he was penetrating me. Several palpitations, and the
Speaker 1: sensation of something warm trickling down my crotch, along with
Speaker 1: his spasms that sent my heart racing, indicated that he
Speaker 1: had come with the same intensity as the first time.
Speaker 1: Only when he pulled away from me could I see
Speaker 1: his seamen sliding down my leg, sticking to my pants.
Speaker 1: Just the thought of carrying his come on me all
Speaker 1: the way home made me even harder. If that was
Speaker 1: even possible. I couldn't have been hornier. I sat back
Speaker 1: down to clean his cock of come. This time, I
Speaker 1: savored it longer and saw his satisfied expression as he
Speaker 1: told me it was now my turn to come. Oh oh,
Speaker 1: I didn't count on this. I was thinking about going
Speaker 1: home and jerking off like crazy while thinking about what
Speaker 1: had happened. But that wasn't going to happen. So he
Speaker 1: pulled himself together a bit and told me he wanted
Speaker 1: to see me come, and I obedient began to masturbate
Speaker 1: in front of him, staring at myself as his cock
Speaker 1: went limp. She was beautiful even when flaxed, or maybe
Speaker 1: everything just seemed wonderful to me at that moment, I
Speaker 1: came hard. I'd been masturbating all morning without coming, and
Speaker 1: several jets shot out as he smiled at me, making
Speaker 1: me feel like the star of the show.