How long has it been I asked. Her reply came, "At least 20 years." God has it really been that long, I wondered.
Some twenty years ago I was best man in my friend's wedding. While he was fucking his new bride on their wedding night, I was alone in my motel smoking weed and stroking my cock while wishing it was me fucking her. I had the opportunity to fuck the Matron of Honor, but had passed.
I left town the next day and had not returned until today. I didn't know their marriage had lasted only 4 years. Over the years, I had remained a horned toad for pussy, but had added another dimension to my sexual activities, I was now a cock sucker. How I became a cock sucker is another story.
Melanie was still a fucking knock out with big tits and an hour glass figure. She really kept herself in great shape. The old pangs of horniness returned and my cock was so hard, it hurt. I needed relief and made an excuse to get away. Melanie said, "Tommy, don't be a stranger while you're in town."
I hailed a taxi and gave the driver my hotel. I couldn't wait to I reached my hotel. I beat off in the back seat of the taxi. My god what is happening to me, I wondered?
I had not seen this lady in 20 years and I was as horny as the first time I laid eyes on her.
I had a dinner engagement that evening with my friend. While consuming a delicious seafood dinner, I finally asked, "What happen with you and Melanie?"
I was absolutely stunned by his response.
"I found out I liked fucking men more than her," he said.
I almost choked on my cracked crab.
He continued, "I have a confession to make, on our wedding night, I pretended I was fucking you instead of her," he said.
This time I did choke on my cracked crab.
"Don't seem so surprised, I sensed you felt an attraction between us," he said.
"Holy moly you had the hottest, sexiest broad in town in your bed and you wanted to fuck me?" I responded.
"Yes, and I still want to fuck you," he replied.
We sat in an awkward silence for some time, when I finally said, "I have a confession also. I wanted to fuck Melanie, but long before that, I wanted to suck your cock. I was just afraid to make a move"
Now it was time for Billy Wilson to choke on his food.
"Perhaps after dinner we can retire to your hotel room and you can suck me, and I will fuck you and make up for lost time," Billy said.
"You understand that would no way alleviate my desire to fuck Melanie," I said.
"Understood," came his reply.
After a succulent dinner, we made our way back to my hotel room. Once there, I fixed a couple of cocktails and we made nervous conversation, when I noticed a tenting in Billy's pants. He obviously noticed my eyes fixated on his crotch, and began slowly fishing out his gorgeous 8-inch cut cock with big mushroom head. It was just as I remembered from our locker room days.