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.
