The First Weekend, The Return
It's been almost two weeks since I saw Aaron again for the first time in 5 years. As I said, he'd barely entered the house before he and my wife began going at it on the couch. After I unpacked his bags and put away his clothing and toiletries, I emerged from the bedroom to witness Annie kneeling before him sucking his cock. After while, she climbed on top of him and rode. Then she stood behind the couch, facing me, her forearms resting on the top of the couch back. He stood behind her and plowed away. Her breasts swung violently with each thrust. Her face was bliss. It looked younger and younger with each passing minute. They switched to the couch again, missionary position.
I am not gay. But I would be lying if I didn't say that I am in amazed by his cock. It is so imposing and proud and majestic. It wins every battle and I am in awe of it, as if in bittersweet defeat, whenever I see him take my wife.
It ended where it began; on the couch with her on top, riding him, cumming and cumming and cumming. The couch was so wet, it looked like someone threw a bucket of water on it. And he came. And came. And came. She kept riding. Cum escaped down his shaft, and pooled on his balls and lower stomach. It rolled onto the couch. Finally they stopped. They kissed. He remained inside of her, hard. Finally she dismounted, and lay beside him.
"You have a job to do, D," he said.
I walked over and knelt in front of Annie.
"Him first," she said.
I couldn't believe my ears. I looked at her, and I could tell she was serious. My head flushed, and throbbed. But I did it. I cleaned him first, I cleaned all of it, everywhere it was, on his cock, his balls, his body, the couch. They watched me closely, which made it even more embarrassing. I cleaned Annie until she had several more orgasms, which one would think impossible given the number she'd just experienced fucking him. It was the most humiliating and exciting and erotic thing I've ever done.
This isn't how I thought it would start out. This was the reunion where the three of us were supposed to talk. We would sort things out about the past, and I'd find out why he'd done some of those horrible things to me when Annie was breaking up with both of us. This was going to be our face-to-face; we'd see if any of this could really happen again. At least that's what I envisioned happening.
Well, we didn't have that face to face. We didn't talk. There were no apologies. But obviously, it really can happen again.
It's been almost two weeks since I saw Aaron again for the first time in 5 years. As I said, he'd barely entered the house before he and my wife began going at it on the couch. After I unpacked his bags and put away his clothing and toiletries, I emerged from the bedroom to witness Annie kneeling before him sucking his cock. After while, she climbed on top of him and rode. Then she stood behind the couch, facing me, her forearms resting on the top of the couch back. He stood behind her and plowed away. Her breasts swung violently with each thrust. Her face was bliss. It looked younger and younger with each passing minute. They switched to the couch again, missionary position.
I am not gay. But I would be lying if I didn't say that I am in amazed by his cock. It is so imposing and proud and majestic. It wins every battle and I am in awe of it, as if in bittersweet defeat, whenever I see him take my wife.
It ended where it began; on the couch with her on top, riding him, cumming and cumming and cumming. The couch was so wet, it looked like someone threw a bucket of water on it. And he came. And came. And came. She kept riding. Cum escaped down his shaft, and pooled on his balls and lower stomach. It rolled onto the couch. Finally they stopped. They kissed. He remained inside of her, hard. Finally she dismounted, and lay beside him.
"You have a job to do, D," he said.
I walked over and knelt in front of Annie.
"Him first," she said.
I couldn't believe my ears. I looked at her, and I could tell she was serious. My head flushed, and throbbed. But I did it. I cleaned him first, I cleaned all of it, everywhere it was, on his cock, his balls, his body, the couch. They watched me closely, which made it even more embarrassing. I cleaned Annie until she had several more orgasms, which one would think impossible given the number she'd just experienced fucking him. It was the most humiliating and exciting and erotic thing I've ever done.
This isn't how I thought it would start out. This was the reunion where the three of us were supposed to talk. We would sort things out about the past, and I'd find out why he'd done some of those horrible things to me when Annie was breaking up with both of us. This was going to be our face-to-face; we'd see if any of this could really happen again. At least that's what I envisioned happening.
Well, we didn't have that face to face. We didn't talk. There were no apologies. But obviously, it really can happen again.