I look at the clock in my bedroom. It says 3:45am. I lay alone, and am feeling the loneliness. I live alone, have a girlfriend in another state, have not been laid for months, and my beautiful cock is lways easily aroused.
Times like these are not uncommon. I am 49, and have been married twice.
I had many great times with my first wife, the two of us with fantasies and slightly different ways of satisfying ourselves with each other. It was I who persuaded my young pretty blond wife to accept my desire to try anal sex, and we were not too adverse to anything.
One day, I came home from work and found my pretty little wife and her old school girlfriend both on the couch reading porn novels. These sleazy little pocketbooks were found in the back of a cupboard when they moved into a new apartment. Susan, my wife, loved to read these.
She was beautiful, young, and blonde. It was the 70's, and sexual conduct was becoming more fluid among young women.
She was not sexually active with Janie, her girlfriend, but the two of them were obviously enjoying themselves by reading these cheap novels of lesbianism, gay sex, and men fucking women.
Janie was a bit overweight, round and lovely. They were close together on the sofa, normally dressed.
They giggled when I found them together, aroused and amused as I came home, and were not in the least bit embarrassed, as they continued to read these little books and giggle as they read the dirty books. They were not the least bit self-conscious or embarrassed, and I should have fucked them both right then, on the spot.
I sort of paid little attention, didn't do anything about it, and let them continue to read the dirty books while I got something to eat.
I could ride this hottie wife of mine for what seemed like 30 minutes, pumping my cock into her sweet young pussy until hot cum gushed into her and she moaned.
The two of us fucked almost every day back then, and it was wonderful. She was a master at sucking my cock, and we were both very much doing everything we could imagine.
Why I did not fuck the both of them on the couch that day always was a mystery to me. It would have been so easy, what with the two of them completely horny and fuckable. Sex with Susan was more than enough, probably. I guess I was just not too daring, and willing to fuck another women and my wife at the same time. Susan would have been happy to let me fuck her friend with her, I am sure.
In later years, I regretted that I had not joined them and let things develop. It was not unusual for Susan to stroke my cock absentmindedly as she read a pornographic novel in our bed, and then and there, hot active sex of any type would always develop.
Years went on, divorce ended the marriage. (Susan could not help herself when an old boyfriend became a visitor to their home while I was working. Finally, Susan was going to bars, entertaining any man that would buy her a drink. Sometimes, I found cigarette butts of an unfamiliar brand in the ashtrays when I came home from work at night).
I had various girlfriends after that, some more sexually exciting than others. Karen was the best woman ever to be in my bed. She was the most recent, and undoubtedly, the best little vixen I ever knew. She could fuck me all night long, cum repeatedly, moan, and fuck me again. Karen was blonde, with a ponytail, pretty, had small tits, a hard body, and loved to suck me off while looking at my eyes.
She was small, sassy, up for anything, and always could bring me to a quick orgasm. She loved anything involving a man's hard cock, and she said so. She adored having me fuck her in her ass, and while doing so, talked dirty to him. I remember the night we were deep kissing and I moved my finger closer and closer to her cute little ass as I ventured past the bottom of her pussy, and edged closer and closer to her sweet little brown asshole. She arched her back, encouraging me to touch her there, went wild when I touched her and ran my finger around and around and finally into her ass. She was bucking wildly with her tongue deep down my throat. It was the first time I touched her there. Not the last.
Karen let me dress her as a whore in whorish lingerie, shave her pretty pussy with hot shaving cream, hot water, and a safety razor, paint her up in whorish makeup, put lipstick on her nipples while she wore a shelf bra, and fuck her silly and call her "my little pussy slut" and other delicious nasty names.
She moaned with the pleasure of forbidden acts.
Once, I put on her lingerie, fucked her, handed her a newly purchased butt plug of modest dimensions, and then told her to fuck my ass with it. She happily raped me while I was moaning about how I was her little titty whore. He adored the dildos I would ravish her with after I spent myself into her wonderful cunt.
I loved being in her lingerie, my chest filling her bras and naughty tops, my cock completely overflowing her lacy little open slit panties, and I would fuck her with my dick protruding from those nasty panties.
I always came hard with Karen, my sexual desire knowing no limits, no off-limit perversion I could not embrace, as long as it was Karen. She was a great little fuck bitch. She loved to be treated as a whore, to treat me as a whore, and she would see how far I would go. I always would go as far as I could imagine.
One day, somehow, the subject of a gay friend of Karen came up. In the darkness, we were in bed, after fucking, and laying on our pillows. Suddenly, surprising even myself, I mentioned to Karen that I would love to feel a guy's cock in his mouth.
Karen had a gay friend, and told me he would be perfect for me. My head was filled with desire for a hot cock in my mouth, and I told her that if her friend happened to be in the room while we were fucking, I would find it hard to resist the impulse to grab his cock and suck it, savoring the feel of a hard cock in my mouth, and wanting to feel it throb and shoot cum into me.
Karen laughed, thought about it, and said she would see if Tommy, her friend, was interested in joining them some time. It was going to happen. I would feel a hard cock fucking my face. My tongue would run along it. My lips would form around the tip, wet and warm, making a slight popping noise with each stroke in and out of my mouth and the suction I was providing was released on every out stroke, and re-applied with every insertion to my mouth, desperate to make Tommy cum in me., To feel that hot jiss fill my mouth and throat and overflow past my lips and down his dick. To feel his balls in my hands, encouraging more cum to flow into my mouth.
To have a man fucking my mouth, to hear his groan as he builds to his orgasm, to suck more, to feel him throb as his cum gushes into me, to suck every drop of cum from him.
Yep. That's what I want. But I am not gay. I just want to suck a beautiful hard cock, and feel it in me. I love the feel of my own cock in my hand, I want to feel a cock in my mouth. Makes perfect sense to me.