I'm over at Mr Bailey's place. It is Sunday and his wife is at church and will then be going to their daughter's place to babysit. He sent me a text message -- which woke me up! -- and I told my parents I was going to study at a friend's. Half an hour later, here I am kneeling on Mr Bailey's bed, wearing his wife's sexiest nightie and sucking his yummy cock.
'Oh yeah,,' he grunts as I take him deep into the back of my mouth. 'You give great head!' I love this kind of talk and suck him deeper and harder, play with his low hanging balls, run a hand up his stomach and pinch his nipples. He takes a sharp breath then chuckles. I get down to some serious cock sucking after that, mixing it up a bit, but mostly just riding my mouth all the way up and down that fat cock.
The Baileys are friends of my parents -- my father works with Mrs Bailey -- and they live nearby. They were over at our place one Saturday for a BBQ and Mr Bailey came into the bathroom when I was washing my hands and kissed me, told me he wanted me, and to come round to their place the next morning when his wife was at church. The next day we had great sex and now, nearly a year later, I'm still going over there at least every second Sunday morning.
When, after a couple of months, he first asked me to wear his wife's lingerie and high heels, then some of her makeup, the sex got even better. Now it's the first thing I do. Like this morning. I came in the back door and through to the bedroom and there was Mr Bailey lying back naked on the sheets, reading the paper. He gave me a big smile and watched as I stripped (putting on a bit of a show!), then dressed in the nightie he'd laid out, sat at his wife's dresser and started with the eye liner. I glanced in the mirror from time to time, getting a thrill seeing him play with himself, get hard, start wanking. He told me how he screwed his wife last night (the haggard old slut! -- how could he?), and that not to mind the stains on the sheets, and not to be jealous because it means we can make love for a long long time (that's what I like to hear!).
And now, here I am, kneeling on the rumpled sheets between his spread legs, sucking his beautiful cock. At first it was stained with my lipstick but now the crimson is all gone as I take him to the root time after time. My throat and jaw are beginning to ache a little and maybe he senses it, because he tells me to lie on my back.
