I encourage you to read the previous chapters to understand characters and context
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I awoke and realized I wasn't in my bed. Rob was snuggled up to me with his arm over my stomach. I looked at the clock on the nightstand and saw that it was well past midnight. A sense of panic came over me. What if the wife was up and waiting for me? I eased myself out of the bed without waking Rob, felt around and found my compression shorts, tank top and running shoes, quietly walking out to the kitchen. I got dressed and wrote a note:
Rob,
I thoroughly enjoyed spending the day with you and am looking forward to watching the pro games with you later today, unless we get distracted (LOL)
Steve
I let myself out and ran home and was glad to find the wife hadn't waited up and was asleep. I got undressed and slipped into the bed, and was quickly asleep.
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I awoke for the second time, this time in my own bed, sporting my usual morning wood, which was accompanied by a sore ass from the amazing pounding from Rob's monster cock the night before. I lay there slowly stroking my cock and thought about how hot Rob was and how much I loved our love making. The wife was still asleep and I quietly got out of bed and went in to take a shower. I noticed I had dried cum all over my chest, stomach, cock and ass and was glad I had time to get cleaned up before the wife awoke and saw the evidence. I quickly got in the shower. Knowing Rob liked me smooth, I shaved my body, except for a small patch around my stuff. As I was finishing my legs the wife came in.
"You sure were out late last night. Don't tell me all you were doing was watching football. And shaving your body again? That is so gay. I don't understand why you do that."
Avoiding her comment about shaving my body, which I now knew had always been my repressed gayness leaking out, "There was a late game. I'm going to go over and watch the pro games today so you won't have to listen to it all day."
"I'm going to go with you. I want to meet your new friends. Maybe the wife and I can get to know each other as you men watch the games."
"Rob's wife won't be back from visiting family until late. There's no reason for you to go. It's going to be just Rob and I watch the games."
"I'm going, and that's final."
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I was a nervous wreck on the drive over to Rob's. Yesterday he answered the door looking sexy wearing only black bikini briefs. As we walked up to the front door, I didn't know what to expect or how the wife would react. We rang the doorbell and waited. He opened the door and was wearing nothing but boxers. Better than bikini briefs, but still showed off his fit, muscular, hairy body.
"Hi, Rob. This is my wife. She's suddenly developed an interest in football and insisted on joining us. I hope you don't mind."
He reached out and shook her hand and spoke warmly. "Not at all. It's nice to meet you. You're every bit as beautiful as Steve said you were. Please come in."
We followed him in to the family room where he already had the pre-game show on the large screen TV. "Have a seat. can I get you a cup of coffee? or anything else?"
We both requested black coffee, and he went to the kitchen. I sat on the right end of the sofa, and the wife sat next to me and spoke, "you were right, he is still in great shape, but boxers? shouldn't he get dressed?"
"I guess that would be appropriate, but it's his house. He can dress how he wants."
He walked back in with two cups, and I noticed his monster cock was hanging out of his boxer fly swinging and bouncing with each step. Did he know? did he do it on purpose? He handed us our coffee and turned to go back and get his cup.
My wife turned to me, "Did you see his dick sticking out? It is huge! It's gross! You need to tell him to get dressed!!"
"No, I didn't notice. And I'm not going to tell him how to dress."
He came back in and his monster was still out and swinging with each step, a little more enlarged than the first trip. He had to know, and I was worried what he was up to. He sat closely next to the wife and his big soft cock was laying on his right hip pointing straight at her. I couldn't believe what was happening or where this was going, but was sure he was doing it on purpose to see her reaction. It was obvious she was fascinated with his cock and couldn't take her eyes off it, shifting her body slightly towards him. I quietly drank my coffee and watched.
As she stared at his cock, with a shaky voice she spoke to Rob, "You need to cover up, ........ it's ......so ..........big."
Rob responded. "I noticed you can't take your eyes off my cock. Would you like to touch it? I'm sure Steve wouldn't mind, would you, Steve?"
Forcing me to be involved in his game, I responded, "It is big, Rob, how big does it get? Hon, it's obviously bigger than me. If you want to touch it to find out what it feels like, it's ok with me."
Rob responded, "Sweetie, it's obvious you want to touch me." Then he grabbed her hand and gently directed it to his cock. She didn't resist, and wrapped her petite hand around it, unable to touch her fingers with her thumb. As if she had never seen a cock before, she started to tentatively stroke it up and down, and we watched as it grew. "That feels good, Sweetie. You like how it feels in your hand, don't you?"
She seemed mesmerized, unable to respond or take her eyes off it as she continued to stroke it, watching it grow to it's full size. He was uncut, different than my cut cock. She pulled the foreskin up and down over his big mushroom head, playing with it like it was a new toy.
He moved his right arm up around her shoulders and started to gently push her down towards him. She continued to stroke it as she began to lean over, on her own, getting closer and closer. I couldn't believe what I was watching. Her lips were brushing the top of his big mushroom head as she pulled the foreskin down, then she extended her tongue and tentatively licked it. She hated giving me a blowjob, and here she is stroking and licking Rob's monster. She licked around the head and under the foreskin.
Rob spoke, "take it into your mouth and suck it like you know you want to. You can't resist it. Get down on your knees between my legs and enjoy it."
I couldn't believe it as she slid off the sofa without letting go of his cock. It was like she was in a spell and was soon sucking on it, but only able to take a the head and couple of inches as it's girth filled her small mouth. She appeared to be really enjoying what she was doing, unlike the few times she had gone down on me where she always acted like it was an unpleasant chore.
Rob seemed glad that she was so eager to please him, or was she doing it for herself, unlocking unknown passions? Or to make me jealous?