Pillow Talk
It was the first time Sam came to see me in my new home. All of our guests marvel at the unique design of our home, the ocean views from various spots on the property, and I assumed he would be interested in being shown around as well. I started to show him Jay’s workshop, all handmade by its previous owner, a tinkerer who built many work spaces all over the home.
Sam was interested in something else. His hands played on the part of my back that was bare. That touch was enough to cause a flood of desire in me. I’ve wanted him for so long. This past year we had exchanged a string of email, keeping each other aroused divulging secret fantasies. The last time I had another man in our bed was with him. Sam was a considerate lover who worked very well in tandem with Jay. The two of them left me satisfied and a little bit emotional before leaving California.
In broad daylight his eyes are greener, mischief must bring that out in him. Upstairs my husband and wee one played a board game, downstairs I wrapped my lips around Sam’s cock. It is bigger and fatter and harder than I remember. Sam caressed my hair, touched my neck and shoulders softly as he swayed his cock forward inside my moist mouth. My throat closed around the head of his cock repeatedly, swallowing the very tip. He moaned softly, thrusting deeper until he hit the back wall of my pharynx. I gagged a little and released him, moved swiftly up to kiss his mouth. He turned me around to lean on the bright orange coil of extension cord on the workshop counter.
All day my body responded to the memory of his cock inside me. “I want to cum in your mouth,” he whispered. I crouched down and opened my mouth underneath his cock. I looked up at his face, waiting to taste him, watching him watch me as my mouth filled with spunk.
I swallowed all of it and gave him a kiss, “I’ll be tasting you and thinking about you all day.” We laughed a little. He held me as I quivered.
That night I told Jay all about Sam and me in the workshop. In between sucking his cock and while I rode him, I spilled the juicy details. After spending a moment with another man, I always need to touch base with Jay. He is my home, and home is never more appreciated than after one has traveled far.
Whew, hot as always. Sounds like it was a very nice day!