You don’t know me, but I suspect you know of me. I am the reason that D. runs so many errands on the weekend, though he usually comes home empty-handed. The thought of me is there in the back of your mind but you refuse to let that thought go any further. After all you and D. have been married now for nearly 26 years, and if you’re being truthful with yourself, you take his presence for granted.
He may love you, but he needs me. He needs – he wants – what I can give him. When he comes over to my house, he’s always hard by the time he reaches my front door. Hard as a fucking steel rod, horny and busting to come. I’m pretty sure you don’t get that reception from him, at least not anymore. When I see him, he’s always strapped in his favorite jock. The one he keeps in the trunk of his car because he doesn’t want you to touch it, to wash it and treat it like it’s just a pair of underwear. That jock is part of our bond, our ritual. He actually stops on the way over here to put it on for me, just as I’m always strapped and eager for him.
D. may look like the average soccer dad to you, but he becomes a rambunctious teenager as we head off to my bedroom. He’s always squeezing my biceps and running his hands over my six-pack. I am a good 6 inches shorter than him, but I’m built like a brick shithouse and that drives him crazy with lust. He’s shredded more of my t-shirts than I can count, pawing his way to get to my cock-filled pouch. And he is so ready to take me in his talented mouth that we often don’t make it to the bed before we get busy. Maybe you were wondering about that rug burn on his back a few weeks back. Yeah, that was me.
I’ve had a lot of men, but D. is one of the most gifted fucks I’ve ever known. He likes it hard and deep but really gets off when I pull out of his ass and come on his face and in his mouth. Sometimes I come on his jock while he’s still wearing it, and then his spunk really starts flowing. Only after he’s finished jerking does the jock come off, so he can lick it clean.
You probably have a lot of questions. No, we don’t talk about you – you’re not part of our world. And no, I’m not looking to replace you. Why would I? D. enjoys his life for the most part, and I have my own rich life outside of our sex romps. And yes, I’ve had other married men, but D. has brought some new things to the table and I am enjoying the time he and I share.
Maybe you’ll get lucky tonight, who knows. But know this: I was in him only 2 hours ago, and I know I’m still in him now.
He may love you, but he needs me. He needs – he wants – what I can give him. When he comes over to my house, he’s always hard by the time he reaches my front door. Hard as a fucking steel rod, horny and busting to come. I’m pretty sure you don’t get that reception from him, at least not anymore. When I see him, he’s always strapped in his favorite jock. The one he keeps in the trunk of his car because he doesn’t want you to touch it, to wash it and treat it like it’s just a pair of underwear. That jock is part of our bond, our ritual. He actually stops on the way over here to put it on for me, just as I’m always strapped and eager for him.
D. may look like the average soccer dad to you, but he becomes a rambunctious teenager as we head off to my bedroom. He’s always squeezing my biceps and running his hands over my six-pack. I am a good 6 inches shorter than him, but I’m built like a brick shithouse and that drives him crazy with lust. He’s shredded more of my t-shirts than I can count, pawing his way to get to my cock-filled pouch. And he is so ready to take me in his talented mouth that we often don’t make it to the bed before we get busy. Maybe you were wondering about that rug burn on his back a few weeks back. Yeah, that was me.
I’ve had a lot of men, but D. is one of the most gifted fucks I’ve ever known. He likes it hard and deep but really gets off when I pull out of his ass and come on his face and in his mouth. Sometimes I come on his jock while he’s still wearing it, and then his spunk really starts flowing. Only after he’s finished jerking does the jock come off, so he can lick it clean.
You probably have a lot of questions. No, we don’t talk about you – you’re not part of our world. And no, I’m not looking to replace you. Why would I? D. enjoys his life for the most part, and I have my own rich life outside of our sex romps. And yes, I’ve had other married men, but D. has brought some new things to the table and I am enjoying the time he and I share.
Maybe you’ll get lucky tonight, who knows. But know this: I was in him only 2 hours ago, and I know I’m still in him now.