MVP6
04-09-2010, 06:18 PM
Some of you have read my other posts and know that I like to fantasize about sucking cock and have even sucked a few. But of course most of it is just in my head. I suppose I would do more if my wife did not disapprove. She found out once and did not speak to me for a few weeks. Eventually we just pretended that nothing had ever happened. That had become the norm for solving problems in our marriage. I still fantasize that she would be a part of my cock-sucking sex life but it IS just in my dreams.
Of course I like to read about sex on the internet and look at porn. But knowing that my wife would be upset for a day or two at least I keep it to myself. I always erase my history and keep bookmarks on a separate site. That way we can go on pretending together that nothing is going on. Until recently that is. Recently she found out again and this time nothing happened like I expected - it is far worse.
I came home from work and found her sitting in the living room with one of her co-workers, Steven. That never phased me or worried me because Steven is about as gay as they come and would never make a move on my wife. When I came in he cleared away the papers that were spread out around him and smiled with some indeterminate intent.
Me wife started to say something that sounded something like: " Honey, I...I...you..." and then she just stopped.
Steven interrupted, smirking. "What Sheila is trying to say is that when we got here you had left you computer on and we found everything. Everything, browser history, bookmarks, pics and stories." I can't remember the exact words, my mind is kind of blanking on the details. I looked over at my laptop and it was open on the desk with the last story I had been reading and jacking too open on the screen. I was sure I had erased that but there it was! I was flabbergasted. I thought about defending myself but the evidence was just overwhelming. I don't know how I could have been so forgetful but there it was.
What was my wife going to do? Would she divorce me? Would she just be mad for a week? And why was Steven here? This was none of his business!
I looked at Sheila. She wouldn't look at me but she would look at Steven. Like she was looking to him to know what to do. To my utter surprise, and to Sheila's too, he motioned to his crotch and said for me to come and suck him off. I objected and pleaded "no". I said I didn't like the idea of sucking a guy, that I just read the stories out of curiosity. But he was unrelenting. I looked to Sheila to save me but I could see she was mad. I'm sure she would have never gone along with this but Steven had obviously goaded her. Convinced here that she could not ignore this. I doubt she thought this was going to be his solution but now that it was on the table she didn't seem to have any better ideas. She just pointed, timidly, to the floor in front of his couch. This was my every fantasy but now it was my every nightmare. I stumbled forward like some sort of sexual zombie and fell slowly to my knees in between his knees which were spread wide apart.
I looked back over my left shoulder at Sheila hoping she would call this off. Sure I liked sucking cock but I have never liked being humiliated or forced. She refused to look at me. She just sat there fiddling nervously with her fingers. I didn't want her to think any less of me; I didn't want her to see me suck a cock and I certainly did not want her to see me coerced into it. Looking back at Steven's crotch primarily because I would never look into his face and let him see that he had won, I put my hands on either one of his knees. I just sat there sitting on my calves, between his legs with my hands on his knees, unable to make the next move. Steven said. " Sheila wants you to do this. Don't you sheila?" He nodded in her direction and even though she said nothing he responded "See, Frank? she wants you to do this." I know that it was a lie and that she did not want me to do this but deep in side of me I hoped she would want to be a part of my cock-sucking. I pretended to myself that she wanted it. I was being forced and I had no choice. I would just explain to her that it was not what I wanted later. Then we would put this whole thing behind us and forget it.
Steven told me to move my hands up his legs. I did. He told me to unzip his fly. I did. Then he fished out his cock. And there it was, a soft gay cock inches from my face. I don't know why but ever detail no matter how small about that event is etched into my mind. His cock was about four inches long soft, circumcized, kind of reddish on the tip, with a nice mushroom helmet. There was a small line that ran from the frenum down the underside of his penis and stopped part way down. It fell to his right. I don't know why that seems important but it does. I looked back at Sheila and she was just looking across the room. Steven barked out "Do it cocksucker! Do it!" And I lowered my mouth very slowly toward his dick ever hoping that Sheila would either stop me or like it and get involved. I heard her get up and leave the room just as my lips touched his dickhead.
And what beautiful cock it was! It grew in my mouth to about seven inches. And yes I have seen enough cocks to know exactly what seven inches looks like. It was straight not bent. Hard not semi hard. Clean smelling and tasting just a little salty. So I did what I like. I licked all around his cock and sucked on the head. I bobbed up and down and slid my lips over the sides of his meat. I tongue fucked his slit savoring his pre-cum and after a few minutes I could sense him starting to squirm and get fidgety. Then his cock expanded another inch or so and I put all I had into it. A moment later I was rewarded with a large load of cum. Tasty cum at that. Thick, slimy, sweet and salty at the same time. At this time he let go of my head that he had been holding firmly wedged on his shaft. I hadn't even been aware that he had been holding my head until he let go. I swallowed and sat back on my legs satisfied that I had done a good job. Steven's head was back and he had a smile on his face.
Steven collected his papers, zipped up and left, giving me a condescending little pat on the head as he went by.
When I went in to bed to try to salvage my self respect Sheila was already asleep and I hoped that in the morning this whole sorry affair would just be water under the bridge.
There is more but right now I have to go take care of something. I'll finish soon.
Of course I like to read about sex on the internet and look at porn. But knowing that my wife would be upset for a day or two at least I keep it to myself. I always erase my history and keep bookmarks on a separate site. That way we can go on pretending together that nothing is going on. Until recently that is. Recently she found out again and this time nothing happened like I expected - it is far worse.
I came home from work and found her sitting in the living room with one of her co-workers, Steven. That never phased me or worried me because Steven is about as gay as they come and would never make a move on my wife. When I came in he cleared away the papers that were spread out around him and smiled with some indeterminate intent.
Me wife started to say something that sounded something like: " Honey, I...I...you..." and then she just stopped.
Steven interrupted, smirking. "What Sheila is trying to say is that when we got here you had left you computer on and we found everything. Everything, browser history, bookmarks, pics and stories." I can't remember the exact words, my mind is kind of blanking on the details. I looked over at my laptop and it was open on the desk with the last story I had been reading and jacking too open on the screen. I was sure I had erased that but there it was! I was flabbergasted. I thought about defending myself but the evidence was just overwhelming. I don't know how I could have been so forgetful but there it was.
What was my wife going to do? Would she divorce me? Would she just be mad for a week? And why was Steven here? This was none of his business!
I looked at Sheila. She wouldn't look at me but she would look at Steven. Like she was looking to him to know what to do. To my utter surprise, and to Sheila's too, he motioned to his crotch and said for me to come and suck him off. I objected and pleaded "no". I said I didn't like the idea of sucking a guy, that I just read the stories out of curiosity. But he was unrelenting. I looked to Sheila to save me but I could see she was mad. I'm sure she would have never gone along with this but Steven had obviously goaded her. Convinced here that she could not ignore this. I doubt she thought this was going to be his solution but now that it was on the table she didn't seem to have any better ideas. She just pointed, timidly, to the floor in front of his couch. This was my every fantasy but now it was my every nightmare. I stumbled forward like some sort of sexual zombie and fell slowly to my knees in between his knees which were spread wide apart.
I looked back over my left shoulder at Sheila hoping she would call this off. Sure I liked sucking cock but I have never liked being humiliated or forced. She refused to look at me. She just sat there fiddling nervously with her fingers. I didn't want her to think any less of me; I didn't want her to see me suck a cock and I certainly did not want her to see me coerced into it. Looking back at Steven's crotch primarily because I would never look into his face and let him see that he had won, I put my hands on either one of his knees. I just sat there sitting on my calves, between his legs with my hands on his knees, unable to make the next move. Steven said. " Sheila wants you to do this. Don't you sheila?" He nodded in her direction and even though she said nothing he responded "See, Frank? she wants you to do this." I know that it was a lie and that she did not want me to do this but deep in side of me I hoped she would want to be a part of my cock-sucking. I pretended to myself that she wanted it. I was being forced and I had no choice. I would just explain to her that it was not what I wanted later. Then we would put this whole thing behind us and forget it.
Steven told me to move my hands up his legs. I did. He told me to unzip his fly. I did. Then he fished out his cock. And there it was, a soft gay cock inches from my face. I don't know why but ever detail no matter how small about that event is etched into my mind. His cock was about four inches long soft, circumcized, kind of reddish on the tip, with a nice mushroom helmet. There was a small line that ran from the frenum down the underside of his penis and stopped part way down. It fell to his right. I don't know why that seems important but it does. I looked back at Sheila and she was just looking across the room. Steven barked out "Do it cocksucker! Do it!" And I lowered my mouth very slowly toward his dick ever hoping that Sheila would either stop me or like it and get involved. I heard her get up and leave the room just as my lips touched his dickhead.
And what beautiful cock it was! It grew in my mouth to about seven inches. And yes I have seen enough cocks to know exactly what seven inches looks like. It was straight not bent. Hard not semi hard. Clean smelling and tasting just a little salty. So I did what I like. I licked all around his cock and sucked on the head. I bobbed up and down and slid my lips over the sides of his meat. I tongue fucked his slit savoring his pre-cum and after a few minutes I could sense him starting to squirm and get fidgety. Then his cock expanded another inch or so and I put all I had into it. A moment later I was rewarded with a large load of cum. Tasty cum at that. Thick, slimy, sweet and salty at the same time. At this time he let go of my head that he had been holding firmly wedged on his shaft. I hadn't even been aware that he had been holding my head until he let go. I swallowed and sat back on my legs satisfied that I had done a good job. Steven's head was back and he had a smile on his face.
Steven collected his papers, zipped up and left, giving me a condescending little pat on the head as he went by.
When I went in to bed to try to salvage my self respect Sheila was already asleep and I hoped that in the morning this whole sorry affair would just be water under the bridge.
There is more but right now I have to go take care of something. I'll finish soon.