Clark didn't come back the next night. Disappointment, confusion, but mostly sexual frustration. I needed a release and now I would have to settle for jerking off to porn.
I left the blinds open and settled in nude on the couch. Found a nice video, home made, a straight guy laying on his back taking a long cock in his tight asshole. Good action, nice cocks on display. The action increased and I was building toward my climax when a woman's voice came up in the video.
"You like your first real cock, baby?" The voice said. "Does my husband's asshole feel good wrapped around you?" It was the wife, filming everything, she focused on her husband's face and he looked directly into the camera, a look of excruciating pleasure. I came hard!
I cleaned up and climbed into bed, leaving my apartment door unlocked and my blinds up in case he wanted to pop in. He didn't.
My wife, Emily, returned from her business trip and things settled back to normal. To be clear I never felt like I was fiending, the thought of Clark's throbbing member lived rent free at the back of my head. But I didn't allow it to distract me. Between business trips I was the same man I had always been.
About a week after she got home from her trip Emily told me that she had made friends with a neighbor, Vanessa, and she had invited us over for dinner with her and her husband that weekend. I rolled my eyes and let out a comical sigh. I wasn't into meeting new people, especially some chick's husband who I likely had nothing in common with. But Emily was a social animal and I did my part to get her out in the world.
Saturday came and we dressed and headed up to Vanessa's apartment. She opened the door wearing a tasteful but form fitting green dress. She was short, no more than five feet, and chubby, with giant tits, a big round ass, and a beautiful face. We entered the apartment and made our introductions.
"Jason, this is Vanessa." Emily said, and I reached to shake hands with her, she looked me in the eyes with a sweet smile, her eyes were striking, emerald green.
"Lovely to finally meet you. My husband is around here somewhere." She looked around the apartment. "Clark, are you coming out at some point?"
My heart pounded, Clark. It's not like it's a terribly common name in our age group, but I couldn't assume that this coincidence would happen. And then he stepped out of the bathroom, drying his hands on his shirt.
"Clark, this is Jason and Emily." She said motioning to my wife and I.
He walked over, shook my wife's hand and then mine. He made no play of recognition, it was as if he had never seen me before, but he squeezed my hand just a little harder than normal when he shook it, my cock tingled in my khakis. I glanced to Vanessa who was now chatting with Emily, wondering if she knew anything, the smile when we were introduced didn't feel coy or suggestive, but what do I know?
We sat down to dinner. A pork roast with stewed vegetables. Plenty of red wine and beer flowing as we all talked and got to know each other. Clark was in security, he couldn't really elaborate much, but he assured us that he was not a security guard at the mall. Vanessa was the curator of a small local museum, very interesting folks, very attractive people. As it turned out Clark and I had a few things in common, we had both had a love affair with independent film in high school, we had both created our own shitty no budget teenage short films. We both enjoyed the feeling of Clark's massive tool in my asshole.
What struck me is that it was at no point awkward, it didn't feel like we were hiding a secret. Those guys fucking in front of the picture window weren't here, this was just Clark and Jason, new friends meeting for the first time. He was open and friendly and expressive. Not at all like the dominant bull that had his way with me.
The hours rolled by, dinner and dessert were delicious and the alcohol was plentiful, until it wasn't.
"Shit, we're out of wine." Vanessa said.
Emily looked down at her watch. "It's not too late, we could run to the store, I'll grab a couple more bottles, on me." She said with a smile.
"I'm definitely in no condition to drive." Vanessa held up the empty wine bottle from the table in front of her.
"It's like a twenty minute walk. Let's get some fresh air, I could use a cigarette." Emily grabbed her purse from the back of her chair and stood.
The women left, just the men now. I look across the table at Clark.
"You like bourbon?" He asked, standing
My eyes settled on his crotch, the vague shape of his flaccid penis visible through his dress pants. "Yeah." I finally answered "Neat, please."
He left to the kitchen, I heard glasses clink and bourbon pour. My brain raced, we were alone together, but it felt like a different, alternate reality, until he returned. He was still fully dressed, but his cock hung from his open fly. I tried to contain myself but I smiled. He placed the glass of bourbon beside me on the table, standing close, he didn't sit down, his cock dangling in front of my face.
I took a sip of my bourbon and a deep breath, then held his fat cock in my hand, wrapping my fingers around it and stroking. The idea that our wives could return unannounced sat in the back of my head, but then I remembered the video that had gotten me off so hard. I lunged forward, mouth open and sunk his monster into my throat in one gulp. He groaned hard and pushed forward to ram the back of my throat. I was out of control now with lust and I grabbed his hips to drive his cock harder and harder into my mouth.
Eventually he pulled his cock from my eager lips and stood me up. Reaching around he wrapped his strong fingers around one of my ass cheeks. Then spun me around and bent me over with my hands planted firmly on the table in front of me. He reached around to undo my belt and fly and yanked down my pants and briefs. My erection jumped out and made a soft thump against the underside of the table.
He returned his hand to my ass, probing and exploring, and wrapped the other around my cock, not stroking, just firmly gripping my shaft. I heard him spit and felt it cover my ass crack, it felt filthy, just the way I like it. Then I felt the length of his rigid monster stroke itself slowly between my cheeks, running up and down, slick with his spit.
I lowered myself to my elbows and put my head down, just enjoying the moment. As his cock grew harder he became more deliberate, instead of gently rubbing it between my cheeks he would let it slide down, his head teasing my anus. I felt his hands move from my cock and asscheek, then he stood me up, turned me around. He tore my shirt off over head, as he hastily undressed himself I kicked off my shoes and stepped out of my pants. Then he pushed me down, my back on the table, ass hanging over the edge. He spit in one hand and rubbed it on his cock, then spit again and rubbed it into my asshole. Then he lined himself up and applied pressure. It was more difficult than it had been with generous lube, but we had both now been gripped by lust and it just had to happen.
