I could feel someone watching me. I turned round and looked to the doorway. It was Sarah's husband.
Oh the Irony! I'd slipped out of the party because of Sarah. I'd met her and her husband at a barbecue the previous summer. It was such a hot afternoon that some of the women had changed into their swimming costumes. Sarah was wearing a bikini and looked absolutely stunning. The material barely covered her. The shape of her boobs and outer pussy lips were very evident through the tight material. From that moment, as I felt my cock start to grow at the thought of her, I knew I desperately wanted her.
She looked so sexy in her skimpy black dress tonight that I couldn't help getting turned on and had to slip away for a wank. I'd gone up to the spare bedroom, unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans, pulled them down with my boxers and begun to stroke my cock. I imagined removing Sarah's dress, seeing her naked body for the first time. And here was her husband standing there looking at my hard cock in my hand.
Normally I'd have been slightly embarrassed but I could clearly see the bulge in his jeans. I went back to slowly stroking my cock, beckoning him in, wondering what he'd do.
He didn't come in straight away. He was tentatively stroking his cock through his jeans, his eyes fixed on my me. Eventually he stepped into the room and closed the door. He seemed very nervous as he undid his jeans. I could tell this was his first time with another man. He pulled his jeans down then pulled down his boxers to reveal his hard cock. His fingers wrapped round his shaft and he began to stroke, slowly at first then with more enthusiasm as he became more comfortable.
I took a couple of steps towards him so I was standing in front of him. I watched him stroke himself for a few seconds then reached out with a finger. My finger tip gently brushed against the tip of his cock. When he didn't object I began to gently stroke the head then let my finger move down to the top of his shaft. A second finger joined it. He let go of his cock allowing my fingers full access.
I gently wrapped my fingers round his shaft. He felt so hard! My fingers slowly worked their way down his shaft, cupping his balls then working their way back up. I was soon stroking him, my fingers gently but firmly gripping his shaft, moving up and down, then up and down again. He gasped and groaned quietly as I stroked him.