Hotwife Chapter 3A The Continuation Of My Hotwife s Weekend
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I texted him.
His name was James.
He replied that he also had been drinking, buzzed and horny.I told him that because I had been drinking I couldn't drive over and he told me that that was okay as he would met me in the street near his place anyway, just as a precaution. This was quite sensible and did add a bit of surreptitious horniness to the proceedings too. All very cloak and dagger.
The place he told me to meet was about two and a half miles from me and if it had have been five or six hours earlier I would have walked it as it was a pleasant early autumn night and the fresh air would do me good. But it was nearly 4am and if I wanted an hour or so with James then it was getting far too late to have fun, get home and sleep. So I rang a taxi. At that time in the wee hours of a Monday morn there wouldn't be that many taxis working but it seemed that the few that were on were not busy and I was getting into the taxi within five minutes.
I gave the driver the place, well I actually said the name of a street near the junction where I was to meet James and asked the driver to drop me at the junction and I'd walk the short distance to the phantom address. I don't know why I lied like that, I just got caught up in the 'checkpoint Charlie spy-ness' of it all i guess.
I arrived and paid the driver. I texted James that I'd arrived at the junction of a main road and a street leading off it. A construction site was bare on the corner. There wasn't a sinner in sight ( except me and I was up for some pretty damning sin) it was now chilly and the wind was getting up and I will admit to having second thoughts. Though I thought the worse would be me standing for a while alone like a lemon then having to walk a mile into the town centre for a taxi as my phone charge was on its last legs.
I stood there growing disenheartened. As I faced the main road which was deathly quiet, behind me ran the street for a hundred yards or so until a line of tall hedges/small trees ran at a right angle from the street marking the back of gardens from houses on another Street.
There I stood, no reply from James as my phone died. As I turned to walk into town I saw a small light waving at the row of hedges. Like a torch or maglight. As soon as I turned to see it the light waved faster obviously trying to get my attention. So I approached it.
It was waved by a tall slender figure in the shadow of the hedgeline. As I walked I asked, "Are you expecting anyone?" It was obvious who it was but I still didn't want any misunderstanding. "Billy?" He asked.
"Yeah."
"Right come with me."
And he disappeared into the dark of a lane running alongside the hedges.
Well I immediately thought, "Either he wants to do it here," which wasn't what I hoped for as it was cold and I'm not into outdoor stuff as it's too risky - not that there would be anyone out at that time to see us. Or "He's going to try to **** the fuck outta me." I couldn't help but notice how tall he was. Well over six foot. I'm average height, 5' 11", stocky and can take care of myself. He was also slim, so I thought if the worse comes to the worse I should do all right though it might be a close run thing.
Nevertheless the cock demon made me follow him to the end of the dark lane and I was mighty relieved when he turned and opened a gate into a garden of one of the houses backing on to the hedge.
We went in the back door (fnarr, fnarr) and through a kitchen into a nice living room of a decent sized house.
We faced each other to suss each other out, which I always find excessively arousing. And obviously so did James as after a glance up and down and a few seconds of intense eye contact we slammed together like rutting stags.
James was by far the tallest guy I had been with, I'd say 6' 3 or 4 at least and so as our mouths joined for the first time I had to tilt my head back like a girl normally would and as his tongue darted around my mouth deliciously probing I went up on tippy toes as valiantly tried the engage his tongue with mine. It was all I could do not to kick my leg up backwards like a girl in an old cheesy movie.
James was in his early to mid forties ,so a decade younger than me. He was very trim and athletic and looked as if he was a cyclist, that sort of build. Facially he reminded me a little of a young Christopher Plummer. Only better looking.
Again it occurred to me, given the height difference and his now apparent athletic build (woof!), that if he wanted to fuck me he probably would. But by now, even though I hadn't prepared for such an eventuality - it was all a bit off the cuff and both of us were not bottoms as a preference anyway - that I would probably let him.
The only guy to have fucked me was my fuck buddy and he was such a tender and wonderful lover that I intensely enjoyed us fucking each other regardless.
We broke from kissing and hurriedly undressed standing up. I was giggling like a girl (godammit man, catch a grip!). The girly bottom in me coming to the surface.
As soon as we both were naked, we met again.
By now I was tumescent, as was James, and as we kissed and nuzzled and bit I could feel my cock harden against the underside of his sac, and I could feel his dick stiffen and swell against my groin and belly.
We broke off from our kiss as I reached down to try to grab our now hard cocks and squeeze them together. James crouched slightly while I again went on top toes slightly and we rested our foreheads together as I gently wanked our two stiff shafts holding them firmly but gently. We both moaned a little and I nuzzled at his neck.
"Are we going upstairs?" I asked. ""Nah, we'll stay down here."
Fair enough, I thought. Fucking another guy on the 'marital' bed may be a bit too far for him. I understood.
He took my hand and led me to a large sofa where he lay down and pulled me towards him. I lay on top of him, grinding into each other, kissing, caressing, and both of us goggling from time to time.
Remember that we were both a little drunk.
After a while we swapped positions and I enjoyed the sight and feel of his lean body thrust into mine and for a little while we just kissed like teenage lovers.
He got up and motioned me to do the same. "69 time" he said.
I was amazed at myself that we had got this far into our session without any oral. And now being reminded of my negligence I was practically drooling for his cock.
I'm not well endowed, and while his was larger than mine it wasn't overly so, but boy did it look a treat.
We positioned ourselves on s rug in front of his fireplace, on our sides a hungrily got stuck into each other.
Now I'm not bad at BJs , if I do say so myself, but James....well let's just say that I had to ask him to stop from time to time, I was soooo close to losing my nut. He seemed to enjoy me too and we stopped for a breath when he asked me to stop as he was getting close to getting off too.
Then of all things, we stood and had a little cock fight. Swinging dicks, grinding and again giggling like school girls. This led to a little wrestle, which was fierce, brief and which James won, damn him. So much for holding my own if had got serious earlier.
Anyway the crowing Victor straddled my stomach, reached back so as my cock stiffen in the crack of his arse cheeks.
He learnt back a little and moved up and down slightly so that I was delightfully frotting him.
"If you have any condoms, we can fuck if you want?" I said to him, now excited at the prospect. I hadn't any, as our hook up was unexpected and being on the bi downlow, I daren't keep any In my house. And of course there wasnt anywhere open to buy any on the way over.
"No, I don't keep any in the house." He confirmed. So we agreed not to fuck as, well, it's obvious. But by God we gave it a hard think first.
He then asked me to rim him.
This was a first for me. I wasn't sure If like it but felt that after the fuck block that I had to do something.
He seemed to sense my wariness. "It's okay, I had a shower waiting for you to come over. Everything is spick and span."
We'll only a churl would refuse, So as he got down on his knees, legs slightly apart and bent over the sofa cushions, I knelt down behind him held open his cheeks and tentatively probed with my tongue.
This was surprisingly delightful.
I let my tongue probe and dart around the puckers and folds of his hole. He starting moaning loudly. I sucked my finger and making sure it was soaked in spite, gently inserted it into his ass, in and out, going slightly deeper each gentle thrust. He threw his head back, "Fuuuuuuck, that's good," he moaned. I was rock hard and it was all I could do not to mount and fuck him right there. I was pretty sure that in our throws of desire he was wanting exactly that.
But I didn't. I could feel his sphincter tighten, almost dangerouly, on my finger as I finger fucked him and the moaning got louder..
He the begged me to stop. I rimmed him a little more then he turned and eagerly ducked the finger that was up his ass.
He then bade me to stand and he knelt in front of me and started to duck me off with an amazing bloeie while wanks Ng himself with the other hand.
It was intense. I put both my hands on his head and tried my best to get my little dick as far into his mouth as I could.
Only the slurping wet sounds of his mouth on me and my ecstatic gasping were to be heard. It wasn't too long before, with the beautiful roughness of his tongue pressing on the bottom of my glans, that I exploded into his warm wet mouth. Wave after wave of jizz pulsing into his mouth as I felt him eagerly swallow it down.
I went weak at the knees, literally. I felt light headed and gasped with pleasure. I felt his jizz slash onto my feet and legs as he came almost as much as I did.
The cock demon at rest at last.
Afterwards I can't recall much. The previous evenings revels were catching up on me, both physically and mentally.
I know I rang a taxi from his house phone as mine was long read. I was to be picked up from where I was dropped off at the junction. Though I do have a pretty fair idea where his house is. I remember we had one last long kiss at his back door and I could taste myself still salty in his mouth.Mmmm.
And as the faint light of the false dawn started appearing in the south east, I walked down and out his back gate to get my taxi home.
His name was James.
He replied that he also had been drinking, buzzed and horny.I told him that because I had been drinking I couldn't drive over and he told me that that was okay as he would met me in the street near his place anyway, just as a precaution. This was quite sensible and did add a bit of surreptitious horniness to the proceedings too. All very cloak and dagger.
The place he told me to meet was about two and a half miles from me and if it had have been five or six hours earlier I would have walked it as it was a pleasant early autumn night and the fresh air would do me good. But it was nearly 4am and if I wanted an hour or so with James then it was getting far too late to have fun, get home and sleep. So I rang a taxi. At that time in the wee hours of a Monday morn there wouldn't be that many taxis working but it seemed that the few that were on were not busy and I was getting into the taxi within five minutes.
I gave the driver the place, well I actually said the name of a street near the junction where I was to meet James and asked the driver to drop me at the junction and I'd walk the short distance to the phantom address. I don't know why I lied like that, I just got caught up in the 'checkpoint Charlie spy-ness' of it all i guess.
I arrived and paid the driver. I texted James that I'd arrived at the junction of a main road and a street leading off it. A construction site was bare on the corner. There wasn't a sinner in sight ( except me and I was up for some pretty damning sin) it was now chilly and the wind was getting up and I will admit to having second thoughts. Though I thought the worse would be me standing for a while alone like a lemon then having to walk a mile into the town centre for a taxi as my phone charge was on its last legs.
I stood there growing disenheartened. As I faced the main road which was deathly quiet, behind me ran the street for a hundred yards or so until a line of tall hedges/small trees ran at a right angle from the street marking the back of gardens from houses on another Street.
There I stood, no reply from James as my phone died. As I turned to walk into town I saw a small light waving at the row of hedges. Like a torch or maglight. As soon as I turned to see it the light waved faster obviously trying to get my attention. So I approached it.
It was waved by a tall slender figure in the shadow of the hedgeline. As I walked I asked, "Are you expecting anyone?" It was obvious who it was but I still didn't want any misunderstanding. "Billy?" He asked.
"Yeah."
"Right come with me."
And he disappeared into the dark of a lane running alongside the hedges.
Well I immediately thought, "Either he wants to do it here," which wasn't what I hoped for as it was cold and I'm not into outdoor stuff as it's too risky - not that there would be anyone out at that time to see us. Or "He's going to try to **** the fuck outta me." I couldn't help but notice how tall he was. Well over six foot. I'm average height, 5' 11", stocky and can take care of myself. He was also slim, so I thought if the worse comes to the worse I should do all right though it might be a close run thing.
Nevertheless the cock demon made me follow him to the end of the dark lane and I was mighty relieved when he turned and opened a gate into a garden of one of the houses backing on to the hedge.
We went in the back door (fnarr, fnarr) and through a kitchen into a nice living room of a decent sized house.
We faced each other to suss each other out, which I always find excessively arousing. And obviously so did James as after a glance up and down and a few seconds of intense eye contact we slammed together like rutting stags.
James was by far the tallest guy I had been with, I'd say 6' 3 or 4 at least and so as our mouths joined for the first time I had to tilt my head back like a girl normally would and as his tongue darted around my mouth deliciously probing I went up on tippy toes as valiantly tried the engage his tongue with mine. It was all I could do not to kick my leg up backwards like a girl in an old cheesy movie.
James was in his early to mid forties ,so a decade younger than me. He was very trim and athletic and looked as if he was a cyclist, that sort of build. Facially he reminded me a little of a young Christopher Plummer. Only better looking.
Again it occurred to me, given the height difference and his now apparent athletic build (woof!), that if he wanted to fuck me he probably would. But by now, even though I hadn't prepared for such an eventuality - it was all a bit off the cuff and both of us were not bottoms as a preference anyway - that I would probably let him.
The only guy to have fucked me was my fuck buddy and he was such a tender and wonderful lover that I intensely enjoyed us fucking each other regardless.
We broke from kissing and hurriedly undressed standing up. I was giggling like a girl (godammit man, catch a grip!). The girly bottom in me coming to the surface.
As soon as we both were naked, we met again.
By now I was tumescent, as was James, and as we kissed and nuzzled and bit I could feel my cock harden against the underside of his sac, and I could feel his dick stiffen and swell against my groin and belly.
We broke off from our kiss as I reached down to try to grab our now hard cocks and squeeze them together. James crouched slightly while I again went on top toes slightly and we rested our foreheads together as I gently wanked our two stiff shafts holding them firmly but gently. We both moaned a little and I nuzzled at his neck.
"Are we going upstairs?" I asked. ""Nah, we'll stay down here."
Fair enough, I thought. Fucking another guy on the 'marital' bed may be a bit too far for him. I understood.
He took my hand and led me to a large sofa where he lay down and pulled me towards him. I lay on top of him, grinding into each other, kissing, caressing, and both of us goggling from time to time.
Remember that we were both a little drunk.
After a while we swapped positions and I enjoyed the sight and feel of his lean body thrust into mine and for a little while we just kissed like teenage lovers.
He got up and motioned me to do the same. "69 time" he said.
I was amazed at myself that we had got this far into our session without any oral. And now being reminded of my negligence I was practically drooling for his cock.
I'm not well endowed, and while his was larger than mine it wasn't overly so, but boy did it look a treat.
We positioned ourselves on s rug in front of his fireplace, on our sides a hungrily got stuck into each other.
Now I'm not bad at BJs , if I do say so myself, but James....well let's just say that I had to ask him to stop from time to time, I was soooo close to losing my nut. He seemed to enjoy me too and we stopped for a breath when he asked me to stop as he was getting close to getting off too.
Then of all things, we stood and had a little cock fight. Swinging dicks, grinding and again giggling like school girls. This led to a little wrestle, which was fierce, brief and which James won, damn him. So much for holding my own if had got serious earlier.
Anyway the crowing Victor straddled my stomach, reached back so as my cock stiffen in the crack of his arse cheeks.
He learnt back a little and moved up and down slightly so that I was delightfully frotting him.
"If you have any condoms, we can fuck if you want?" I said to him, now excited at the prospect. I hadn't any, as our hook up was unexpected and being on the bi downlow, I daren't keep any In my house. And of course there wasnt anywhere open to buy any on the way over.
"No, I don't keep any in the house." He confirmed. So we agreed not to fuck as, well, it's obvious. But by God we gave it a hard think first.
He then asked me to rim him.
This was a first for me. I wasn't sure If like it but felt that after the fuck block that I had to do something.
He seemed to sense my wariness. "It's okay, I had a shower waiting for you to come over. Everything is spick and span."
We'll only a churl would refuse, So as he got down on his knees, legs slightly apart and bent over the sofa cushions, I knelt down behind him held open his cheeks and tentatively probed with my tongue.
This was surprisingly delightful.
I let my tongue probe and dart around the puckers and folds of his hole. He starting moaning loudly. I sucked my finger and making sure it was soaked in spite, gently inserted it into his ass, in and out, going slightly deeper each gentle thrust. He threw his head back, "Fuuuuuuck, that's good," he moaned. I was rock hard and it was all I could do not to mount and fuck him right there. I was pretty sure that in our throws of desire he was wanting exactly that.
But I didn't. I could feel his sphincter tighten, almost dangerouly, on my finger as I finger fucked him and the moaning got louder..
He the begged me to stop. I rimmed him a little more then he turned and eagerly ducked the finger that was up his ass.
He then bade me to stand and he knelt in front of me and started to duck me off with an amazing bloeie while wanks Ng himself with the other hand.
It was intense. I put both my hands on his head and tried my best to get my little dick as far into his mouth as I could.
Only the slurping wet sounds of his mouth on me and my ecstatic gasping were to be heard. It wasn't too long before, with the beautiful roughness of his tongue pressing on the bottom of my glans, that I exploded into his warm wet mouth. Wave after wave of jizz pulsing into his mouth as I felt him eagerly swallow it down.
I went weak at the knees, literally. I felt light headed and gasped with pleasure. I felt his jizz slash onto my feet and legs as he came almost as much as I did.
The cock demon at rest at last.
Afterwards I can't recall much. The previous evenings revels were catching up on me, both physically and mentally.
I know I rang a taxi from his house phone as mine was long read. I was to be picked up from where I was dropped off at the junction. Though I do have a pretty fair idea where his house is. I remember we had one last long kiss at his back door and I could taste myself still salty in his mouth.Mmmm.
And as the faint light of the false dawn started appearing in the south east, I walked down and out his back gate to get my taxi home.
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