It was around 5 p.m. Sunday when Tammy drove through the gates of the Diamond D Ranch. I was waiting for her on the sun porch, dressed in my usual attire. Wranglers, Lucchese Boots, a Pearl Snap shirt, the long sleeves rolled up twice, my gold wedding band, and my Rolex.
I could hear the clicking of her heels on the hardwood floor, then the stained concrete of the sunroom as she entered the room, however, I could smell her sexual scent even before I saw her.
I stood and turned around, smiling as I looked into her beautiful, sexy smiling face just as she said, "There's my hunk of a man! My studly Texas cowboy!"
Our embrace and kisses were soft, sweet, and passionate. I led her into the den, where we sat down on the leather sofa and I said, "Tell me about your trip. I wanna hear it all."
Naturally, I did not. I was proud she had a good weekend but I didn't need to know every detail, which took approximately an hour to hear.
Not surprisingly, she never once asked about mine, only once commenting on how I most likely had an uneventful weekend at home.
Oh if she only knew! But if she did I'd be divorced, broke, and in jail, so I'm glad so doesn't know!
Finally, she asked if I was hungry and I said "Yes, I'm starving!"
She said, "Well, Zesta isn't here. Is anyone at the barn, if not you'll have to unload my bags. Oh! Be careful with the red one! It's breakable!" As she headed to the hall leading to our bedroom she shouted back over her shoulder, "I'm just going to freshen up! Love you!"
At that moment I turned into the bellhop, the studly cowboy had disappeared and our life was back to normal.
On Monday, a normal workday, I did not hear from Angel. He did not call or answer a text. I saw Michelle's SUV leave that morning at her normal time, but not a word or movement from Angel did I hear or see. Jeremy didn't even hear from him. I wasn't pissed, only confused.
Tuesday morning. I woke at 5 a.m. and went to the barn, did my morning inspection, and was back at the house by 7:15. Tammy's heels clicked into the kitchen as she kissed me goodbye and made her way out to the garage. I listened as her new Cadillac Escalade backed out of the garage and the garage door closed.
I was standing there, only in a pair of work jeans and socks, I had shed my "dirty" work shirt in the outside laundry and taken my boots off in the mud room, all under the watchful eye of my wife before she left, standing at the counter drinking unspiked coffee when my alarm sounded, altering me someone was near the house. I looked at the monitor and saw Angel walking toward the rear of the house, then entering through the sunroom's French doors.
A few moments later, Angel walked into the kitchen and looked at me but didn't say a word, only poured himself a cup of coffee.
I asked him, "What the fuck is up with you?"
He didn't answer, just continued to stare at me. I again asked, "What the fuck, mother fucker!?"
He finally spoke and asked, "Really Dean, you got fucked up with my boys, and blew cum all over their faces?"
I stared at Angel for a long minute then said, as calmly as I could, "I'm not sure what you've been told, but yeah. Jacob gave me a laced gummy, that I didn't know wasn't just a regular one, and after they got done fucking my body like a slutty bitch, I came. Do you have a problem with that, you hypocritical bitch?"
Angel sighed, put his coffee cup down, and dropping his shoulders he said, "No. Yes. Hell, I don't know anymore. I just... I just...
I just want to know when can it be me and you. Am I not enough for you?"
I looked at this man. A man l loved. A man I once despised and didn't understand. I looked at him, standing there in a pair of tan Ralph Lauren slacks, a blue and white pinstriped Polo button-down shirt, a dark brown leather dress belt that matched his Polo tasseled loafers, his hair combed perfectly, his cologne loud, yet suttle. I was looking at the man who is married to my daughter and I said, "Angel. You know our arrangement. Our situation. Yes, I love you. But right now, I don't know what you want from me."
Angel said, "What I want is what I've always wanted. You. I mean, I know you know I'll never leave Michelle. And there's Tammy you'll never leave. I also know you'd never want that. But yesterday I did something I need to tell you about. I applied for a position at the university. In the athletic department, as the Assistant Athletic Director for Development and Advancement. I mean..."
I interrupted saying, "Well, that would explain the clothes. You can't kick cowshit in those loafers."
Angel took one giant step closer to me, putting his hand around the back of my neck, and pulling me into a kiss. My mouth opened and willingly accepted his tongue into my mouth. I pulled him closer to me, my hands untucking his shirt as my fingers trailed along the skin of his muscular dark brown hairy body.
Angel's right hand continued to hold the back of my neck, but his right hand was just as busy as mine, rubbing my back and finally moving down to my jeans, reaching inside to squeeze my ass.
I broke the kiss, pulled back, and said, "Not here. Not in the kitchen. Not even at the house. Zesta will be here soon. Let's go down to the cabin. Dude, I want you bad. I plan to fuck you up!"
The cabin is a small bungalow on the property that's private. Tammy once hosted an exchange student from Japan and we remodeled it for him, now we occasionally use it as a getaway. Fortunately, it has a barn directly behind it that conceals our vehicles, making it the perfect anytime getaway.
Ten minutes later, with the Gator in the barn, Angel and I were naked, his once pressed and starched clothes now under mind, in a pile on the floor. Standing at the end of the bed in a tight embrace, kissing, our hard cocks pressing into each other, I broke the kiss and pushed Angel to his knees. I simply said, "Suck Daddy's dick."
And he did. Angel licked the head, tasting the drop of precum before licking the entire shaft, then my ball sack. He twirled each nut around his mouth, and his hand stroked my shaft before he licked his way back to the head of my throbbing cock. In one swift movement, he engulfed the entire length of Bruiser before he began the eager task of taking my huge penis down his throat.
Aw, the feeling! If Angel is anything he is a born cock sucker!
