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I turn over for what I'm sure is the forty-fifth time that night to look at the clock. Oh great, two minutes have passed. It's 3:03 AM and I'm lying awake in a suite at a nice hotel. Looking past the foot of the bed, I see the french doors to the terrace are open. There is a light breeze coming through from the ocean ruffling the curtains along with that soft familiar noise of waves crashing against the shore. I contemplate getting up and smoking a joint out there but I don't want to wake up the beautiful woman next to me ...or her lover.
My mind is racing and I need something to settle it. This quiet moonlit room - while aesthetically pleasing - feels like the setting of my own personal hell.
I'm getting no sleep without some type of chemical aid, so I decide to quietly sneak out of bed and take a spot on the terrace. I quietly close the french doors turning the cold brass knobs to make as little noise as possible while I pull them shut.
I put my feet up on the white stone banister and look out at the reflection of the moon across the sea. Rather beautiful - but the distraction doesn't last. I light my joint and take a couple of drags, enjoying the silence and simplicity of the moment.
Where to begin? The question I can't help but ponder; is this the life I always wanted? I have always fantasized and created these scenarios in my head and longed for any piece of it to be true. As I think back, maybe I was truly happiest living a double life along-side the fantasy in my head. Who knows, maybe to best understand how we got here I should go back to the beginning in hopes of understanding where the fork in the road was.
My wife and I were high school sweethearts. It was love at first sight. Long brown hair hung down to her shoulders framing a gorgeous face and a sweet smile. She had a small waist that curved nicely to wide hips giving way to a big shapely ass. Coming up to meet that perfect inviting ass, she had long, strong legs and thick thighs that you'd want to live between. She was beautiful, funny, smart, and I would describe (now with affection),quite vanilla. She had a very normal disposition to sex - not a prude by any stretch, but far from what you'd call kinky. She liked to be slightly submissive in the bedroom. Not into handcuffs or dirty talk but enjoyed the pleasure of having the man lead. Me on the other hand have always been a little more complicated sexually. I love the feeling of being submissive - I've always been very aroused even at a very young age by submissive ideas and fantasies.
When my wife and I had sex my absolute favorite part is when she'd straddle my face, though usually she didn't enjoy the more dominant position as much as I did. When we really got going I could make her cum five or six times going down on her. I loved every second of it. She of course enjoyed it but also preferred sex with me on top. Don't get me wrong - I couldn't wait to slide my dick into her warm wet pussy, but I always came rather quickly and I could tell she wasn't fully satisfied. For years we went on like this - she enjoyed cumming multiple times but I always thought she must be unfulfilled in some way. Perhaps it was that insecurity that drove the next part of this story. The defining moment that changed the course of our relationship is when I met Erik.
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At this point we had been married for a few years and things were going well. We both were working from home, spent more than enough time together, and were looking for ways to get out of the house. I chose to get some golfing lessons for fun and some exercise.
We live in Florida so there are more than enough quality spots and I found a great one nearby. A few weeks in, I'm standing at the counter checking out and making small talk with a guy in his early fifties. He was tall at about six foot three and had broad shoulders. He had the look of an ex-athlete. What once was a large muscular frame was softened with age and inactivity while still maintaining the silhouette of his former years. He introduces himself as Erik and he asks if I'd like to get a beer after. I've never been known to turn that down so across the street we go.
While we're sitting there making small talk at the bar we get into topics of work and as it turns out we're in the same industry so again down another rabbit hole of conversation and several drinks to follow.
After an hour or two at the bar we're both a little drunk and decide to hang out a bit before driving home - at this point inhibitions are low enough to start asking questions on more intense subjects. He asks me about my wife and I describe her in probably too much detail. He asks about our sex life next and I share that we have a pretty active sex life and that things are going well.
Next he asks a question that changes the course of the conversation. "Have you ever had sex with a man before?"
I'm a little taken aback by what was asked and slightly aroused at the fact that he looked me in the eyes as he said it. I wasn't quite sure how to answer so I talked about some submissive fantasies I had but that I never acted upon.
"I've always found that sex can be incredibly fulfilling as long as you're getting what you need. Don't you think?" He said as he looked away and took another sip of rye.
Still reeling from the possibility that this guy might want to fuck me I said, "Absolutely! So what is it that you need?" My words come out shakily as the nerves of this experience get the better of me.
He turns to me and calmly says, "I need to be served. I want who I'm with to do as I say how I say it. That relationship of putting my satisfaction above their own." His voice trails off as the beginnings of a smile creep by the side of his glass while he finishes off his drink.
I say nothing and try to hide my arousal at those words speaking to my core self. I drink my beer lingering longer to hide my expression while I collect my composure. As I do so, I feel his large thick hand touch my leg. As I look down through my peripheral I see the outline of a massive cock in his pants pushing against the fabric. He puts some cash on the counter and walks out of the bar.
I sit there for a second realizing he's paid for all the drinks and just let me know that he wants me to submit to him. I'm shaking a little and incredibly nervous. Maybe he went home and I don't need to be confronted with this decision again. If I go outside and he's not there I can drive home and add it to my "what if" collection. I hide my erection as I get up from the bar and take a deep breath as I open the front door. At first I don't see anything as I walk out, but lights on a black Range Rover are flashed from the back of the parking lot. My heart sinks as I'm almost sure that it's him.
As I start heading toward my own car - another flash of the lights confirms that it is him. My erection guides my decisions at this point and I walk over to the car. The window is half down when I get there and he looks at me seriously and says, "Get in."
I'm fully on autopilot at this point riding on arousal and excitement. I get in the car and as I open the door I see his huge dick already out waiting. His cock is massive - at least 9 inches long and smooth with perfect complexion. One of those dicks that is perfectly proportionate, both thick and long with a perfectly shaped head. I've never sucked a dick before but I expect this is going to be the first time.
He slides his seat back a bit and doesn't say a word but stares at me. I feel small at that moment and try to find a sensible spot. I put my arm on the center console to prop myself up when I feel his large hand grab my wrist and pull my supporting arm out, putting my mouth right over his cock. I feel his other hand pushing my head down gently toward his huge throbbing dick. I'm both nervous and horny as shit so I open my lips and try to fit that big head in making sure to mind my teeth. I close my lips around the warm smooth shaft and hear a guttural sigh, "Ohhh, that's it bitch. Suck Daddy's dick. You keep that big hard dick in your mouth until you get your reward, little slut."
His words ring out in my head in a surreal way like I'm being hypnotized. I can't help but be encouraged and turned on by his direct degrading words. "Slut" rings out in my head while I suck his cock - fully committing to my role. Further and further down I go until I have to start to swallow to avoid gagging on his dick. It's hard to breathe but I push on, my eyes are starting to water from the sensation. Soon I feel his grip on my hair tighten and he holds my head steady while thrusting up. I'm doing everything I can not to gag and to handle this monster dick. He stops thrusting and goes stiff as he releases the floodgates and wave after wave of cum shoots into my mouth. I'm swallowing trying not to drown in the sea of cum, coughing a bit as I aspirate. I feel that burning sensation you get when your nose bleeds coupled with the smell of chlorine as my coughing fit pushes some of it out of my nose. He releases my head and says, "That's a good job you did there slut. You should probably clean yourself up before you go home."
I nodded and got out of the car without saying anything - still in shock about what happened. As I went to close the door he said, "Wouldn't want that hot wife of yours to see you like that! She might get jealous and want a turn with a real dick."
The door finishes closing and he drives off. I stand there in the parking lot not entirely sure how to process what just happened. I just sucked a stranger's dick in the parking lot of a bar. What the fuck! I felt some shame overriding my arousal as I drove home.
