My wife had just returned home from her trip as Tom was leaving. Suddenly it hit me, our bed was still a mess from Tom fucking me.
My wife gave me a quick kiss and let me know she had to use the bathroom after travelling. She headed to the bathroom right there on the main floor, giving me time to clean up.
I grabbed her bags and rushed upstairs. I dropped them as soon as I entered our room and darted to the bed to straighten up.
"Honey," I heard my wife, "where'd you go?"
"Brought your bags up for you," I replied.
I finished smoothing out the bedspread just as she came in.
"Thanks sweetheart," she smiled at me. "I'm gonna take a shower."
That now gave me time to clean up better than just smoothing over the bed. I stripped the bed to wash the sheets. We washed our sheets every weekend so this wouldn't be out of the ordinary to my wife. After getting the sheets into the washing machine, I went and wiped down the living room carpet where some of my cum had dripped earlier. It had started to dry by now so my wife wouldn't have seen it, but it was cum in the carpet ... it still needed to be cleaned.
I heard the shower shut off upstairs just as I finished. Crisis averted!
From there, the rest of our weekend continued on as normal, as if nothing else had happened. And so did the next week. I went to work and spent my evenings just like any other week. There was no word from Tom at all, not even the following Saturday.
Then, about an hour before I was to head to bed on Sunday night, I checked my email and I had a message from him. It said simply:
"Text me. Now." And there was a cell number.
I hesitated for a minute as I considered not responding. Who was I kidding? I texted the number provided, letting him know it was me, and waited for a response. My phone chimed shortly thereafter. I opened the message and there I saw a picture of Tom's hard dick along with a message:
"Ready to get fucked by this cock tomorrow?"
"I can't. Working," I responded.
"Working my shaft," came the reply.
Then another, "You will call in sick. I am fucking you tomorrow. This is not a question."
I sat there for a few minutes, dumbstruck, weighing my options. I had work that needed to be done. This man couldn't just decide when and where he could have me. As much as I ended up enjoying my first anal experience with a man, I wasn't sure I wanted to do it again.
But damn, it really did feel good ... If I didn't keep this up with Tom now, was I going to take my chances finding another man if I decided I wanted cock again ...? That's a risk on several levels ... My cock was stirring as I debated in my head ...
"Ok. See you tomorrow," I responded.
"I knew you'd come around. Fuck you tomorrow," came across my phone.
I was horny now so I rushed into the bathroom and lowered my shorts. I pulled up the picture of Tom's cock on my phone and started jerking off, thinking about him inside of me. I got and idea. I set the phone on the counter, licked my middle finger on my free hand, and pushed it up my own behind. I finger-fucked my brown hole and jerked my cock furiously as I built toward and orgasm. As I got close to climax, I stopped thrusting my finger in-and-out, instead curling the tip to rub my prostate.
That did it, that sent me quickly over the edge! A couple more tugs and I shot ropes of cum on the bathroom vanity. When the last drops of cum stopped, I pulled out my finger, washed my hands, cleaned up my mess, and went to bed.
I woke up the next morning and went through my normal routine so I wouldn't arouse any suspicions from my wife. As soon as she left for work I sent my boss an email that I wouldn't be in today. I then texted Tom that the coast was clear.
Twenty minutes later, I finally received a reply.
"On my way. Go find a pair of your wife's black panties, used if possible, and put them on. Wear nothing else. Leave the door unlocked and wait for me in your bed," read the instructions.
I unlocked the back door and went upstairs. I searched the hamper and found a pair of black thongs (my wife doesn't like panty lines and only wears thongs), stripped, and slid them on. They were very tight, but being an in-shape guy, I was able to get them on.
I laid on the bed and waited. The anticipation was killing me! Finally, I heard the door open and footsteps climbing the stairs.
"Good boy," Tom said as he entered the room. "You followed instructions well."
Tom leaned over the bed and gently stroked around my shaft with his fingertips. I felt a tingling sensation and my cock started to grow inside the panties.
"Fresh or used?"
"I got them out of the hamper," I said.
"Nice," he moaned. That obviously turned him on a little more than if they had been freshly washed.
"Get up and undress me," Tom commanded.
I did. I stood before this man and lifted his shirt above his head. I then reached down and unfastened his belt, undid the top of his fly, unzipped his jeans, and pulled down his pants. I slipped off his socks as he stepped out of the pants. Then, lastly, I hooked my fingers into the waistline of his boxers and pulled them off his body. I stood up and waited for my next instructions.
"You know what you want to do," Tom said, looking into my eyes. That struck me. Not what he wanted me to do, but what I wanted to do.
With that, I dropped to my knees. I grabbed his semi-erect dick, stroked it a couple of times and started sucking him.
"That's it, cocksucker. Get me nice and hard so I can fuck your tight little ass."
I felt Tom's cock hardening in my mouth again. One hand stroked his shaft while I sucked and the other grabbed his ass for leverage as I sucked his now engorged cock. I pulled my head back until I felt his mushroom head hit my lips and then slid forward feeling his shaft run across my tongue. My own cock was now fully hard, straining against the cotton of my wife's panties, and it hadn't been touched at all.
Tom put his hand on the back of my head. He wasn't trying to get me to deep throat him, but was humping along with the pace of my sucking. I was slobbering all over his shaft, greedily sucking this thick cock. He was right, I did want this!
I sucked that hard cock for about five minutes, getting turned on hearing Tom moan in appreciation. Suddenly, he pulled out.
"You know what else you want," he said matter-of-factly. Again, what I wanted ...
I made no hesitation, got to my feet and climbed into bed. I laid on my back and spread my legs open.
