I sat at the bench in front of my locker and peeled my clothes off. My weekend had been a blur as I wished the moments away until Monday. I had fucked my wife three times but my mind was elsewhere. I wanted his cock again. I had imagined him standing over me as I thrust my cock into my wife. I had imagined sucking his dick as I fucked my wife. Each time I came I slid down between her legs and licked my cum from her well fucked pussy as she climaxed over and over unaware that I was imagining licking his cum from her shaved pussy.
I was still sitting on the bench naked when he walked in. I started to get up and head to the shower but he stopped me and told me to wait.
I sat and watched as he pulled his sweaty clothes off. His body glistened with sweat as he approached and my mouth watered in anticipation. He moved in front of me and took my head in his hands. There was something deliciously wicked about his sweat soaked body. I reached up and ran my hands over his wet torso as he pulled my face toward his flaccid cock. My lips parted wide and I took his spongy soft cock into my mouth. It was salty yet appealing and I moaned as it grew hard in my mouth.
I sucked his cock and ran my hands over his body as I sat on the bench. He grabbed my head and fucked my mouth long and hard as my hands kneaded his tight muscled ass until he came in my mouth.
I swallowed his hot cream and watched as he walked off toward the shower. I followed him in a lust induced trance and took the spot beside him as he lathered his hair.
He handed me the soap and asked, or more specifically told, me to wash his body. I still hadn't cum and I was consumed with raw carnal lust. I lathered my hands and washed his body soaping him from head to toe as my cock throbbed with a powerful need to release the cum that boiled within my loins.
His cock grew hard a second time as I lathered his body. I pressed my body against him from behind as I rubbed soap over his chest and down to his hard throbbing meat. He turned around, took the soap from me and pushed me against the cold tiled wall face first. His thick hands had never touched my body and I moaned like a wanton slut as he soaped my ass. He pushed a finger and then two into my asshole as I moaned like a bitch in heat. His fingers pumped into my asshole and he expertly massaged my prostate bringing me to a hard powerful climax as he thrust three thick fingers into my ass.
I turned around and slid to the floor as he moved in front of me and stroked his hard meat. His hand was a blur on his dick and he came quickly pumping hot cum all over my face as he grunted and groaned loudly with no fear of being caught.
I licked my lips and watched as he walked from the room. His cum rolled down my cheeks and I rubbed it into my skin as I replayed the vision of his cum leaving his cock.
"Same time tomorrow," he said as he left. I had blown him for three straight nights. He had fingered my ass until I had an incredibly powerful climax and yet I still didn't know his name. I felt like a slut, and I was. I was a dirty whore and I was obsessed with the feel of his cock.
We repeated our last performance each night until Friday. I learned his name was Kevin and he was divorced and lived alone.
Friday as I knelt at his feet in the shower staring at his hard cock I told him my wife was out of town for the weekend and asked if he wanted to come by when we were through.
"Why wait, let's go now," he said as he pulled me to my feet. We quickly dressed and he followed me to my house. I parked in the garage and had him to do the same.
"Nice place," he said as he waited for me to lead the way. I made my way upstairs to the bedroom and closed the door behind us. I was tense and nervous. Somehow being at my house was different.
"Undress me," he said confidently. He wasn't nervous, he was in charge. I quickly complied and pulled his shirt off exposing his broad muscular chest before sinking to my knees in front of him. I looped my fingers into his shorts and pulled them down freeing his hard cock from their confines. He didn't have to speak and once my lips touched his hard throbbing cock my nervousness disappeared.
I sucked and slurped loudly on his big hard dick. It was liberating not to have to be quiet out if fear of being caught. I slid my hands up his body and kneaded his ass as I sucked his cock.
"Take your clothes off," he directed and I quickly shed my clothes leaving them in a pile on the floor.