"He's said what?" My son Lucas blazed.
"He can't be serious and you can't be considering it. You're crazy!" He continued, angrily.
"It's tue enough, Alan's proposed and I'm thinking it over." I said straightforwardly.
"You do know it'll just be your money he's after." Lucas spat out.
I had received a large insurance payout when my wife died and I had been able to stop full-time work. My programming skills made it easy for me to pick up work when I felt I needed to boost the bank balance.
"Are you worried you won't get an inheritance when I die, Lucas, is that it?"
"Don't be daft dad, I just think that you need to go over it very carefully. Added to the fact he's my ex, it's a real tangle."
"Alan has changed my life, for the better. I owe it to him to seriously consider his proposal."
"You do know if it goes ahead, our fun has to stop." A realisation gripped him. "That's why you wouldn't fuck me tonight, I should be grateful for your hesitation."
"Maybe it's for the best, son."
"Oh, so I should be grateful to that little weasel now! He blazed, his anger reignited.
"Lucas, I'm going to go for a drive, clear my head. Give you time to cool down as well."
I was tempted to drive to where the security guard was, as I so wanted a cock in me but I was sensible for once. How could I consider being wed to Alan if I was prepared to take every cock in town.
I stopped in a quiet spot just to think but my thoughts turned to sex and I soon had my cock out, stroking. Wishing I had a partner there. It was a balmy night and I had my windows down.
"Need some help there?" A voice came from the passenger side.
I was startled but didn't refuse right away, which seemed to make the stranger think I was assenting. He climbed in and wrapped a meaty hand around my straining pole, his cool hands sending a thrill through me.
I turned to face him. He was wearing a hoodie but looked around my age and I could see his pet dog milling around in the grass outside. He leaned forward and I kissed him, softly at first. He wasn't aggressive and carried on massaging my cock.
"Mmmm, you've got a lovely cock." he said between kisses.
"Hope I get the chance to say the same." I said in my slutty manner.
"You will, let's just make you cum first."
He was tugging me fast now and his tongue was deep in my mouth when I shot a rope upwards, hitting our chins whilst kissing. I was quick to lick the goo from his chin and unzipped him.
He was only 5" long, fully hard but I so enjoyed licking and sucking his beautiful member. His was cut and the girth made up for the length. It was hairy, reminding me of the guard and my face was buried into his pubes, that manly smell turning me on so much. It didn't take much to make him cum and I savoured every last drop.
His dog was becoming agitated and so he hurriedly left, leaving me with another notch on my slutty belt.
One thing, it had made up my mind about marriage with Alan. I couldn't do it, it wouldn't be fair on him to have such a trampy husband. I decided to visit the address he'd given me and break the bad news. I figured he would at least have a friend to console him.
I drove back into town and into the small estate where 'Helena' lived. I parked and walked up to the ground floor semi-detached house. There was a light on at the back and there was definite movement.
I rang the buzzer and it only took a few seconds for the door to be opened, with a "that was quick Alan, was it quiet?"
The realisation that I wasn't Alan struck moments later.
"Who are you?" she stuttered nervously.
"I'm Jack, Alan's 'friend'.
"Ah, I've heard so much about you, I feel I know you already. Alan hasn't left much out."
I blushed for the first time since I was a teenager.
As I looked at the lady in front of me, I had the feelings I hadn't had since my wife died. Helena looked about 30 with a designed spiky hairdo, soft brown eyes and very kissable lips. She wore a tight-fitting, brown, knitted top and tight, faded, blue jeans. My eyes strayed down and were transfixed by the small pert cups on her chest. Did I actually fancy her?
"As you can guess, Alan's away getting some Chinese food. It's always busy on a Friday night."
"Did he walk, I can pick him up?"
"No, let him get space for a while. Do him good."
I was convinced, it meant I could spend time alone with Helena. I could feel that my cock was grateful.
She wasn't slow out of the blocks when it came to questions.
"Alan was your first guy, right?"
"Apart from some teenage messing, yeah."
"What turned you on to cock."
"Seriously, It was because I've been alone since my wife died and I've never been able to have feelings for another woman."
I let silence fill the air before I said "Until now."
