The husband is so much like me, immediately eager to show me a picture on his phone. It is his smoking hot young wife riding the cock of her boyfriend. The picture was taken just a few hours earlier. I learn that she has been fucked three times today, once by the boyfriend and twice by the husband.
She looks at me and smiles, nodding that yes, he isn’t making it up. And I have no reason to question anything they tell me because this connection between the three of us has turned into an interesting friendship.
I really do admire these people. They are doing things right. They are open and honest with one another. They tell me about a situation where she feels uncomfortable with a woman chatting with her husband but then explains why. "She wants him to meet her alone, without me, and that's just not our thing."
It is obvious, these two have talked; they have a code, they understand a moral line that neither will cross. And if either gets close to the line, they talk about it and work out the way ahead. "Why would I want to fuck [this other lady] when she doesn't want to play by our rules?" he asks.
As we talk, they hold hands and they mean it. It might be a natural, muscle memory reaction that causes them to reach for one another but I glance down at their hands and I can see that these two like each other and and they love each other.
He refers to her as his everything. She is his queen. And the queen can fuck whoever she wants. For a moment, as they talk about their relationship, I wonder if I might make her cut someday, though frankly, it’s not something I’ll push.
At some point they stop holding hands and instead she is rubbing his cock through his jeans.
I joke about it, the fact that these two fuck more than anyone I’ve ever known. They fuck several time a day, every day. They tag team in telling the story of that one time they had to go for a full day and a half without fucking. It is humorous to me, considering my wife and I haven't had sex in two weeks.
I actually like these people. As in, I'd like to hang out with them, drink a few beers and talk about families and life and such. But today, we are here in this place for something different, and frankly, the clock is ticking. We've been chit-chatting for over fifteen minutes and we all know the visit can't be a lot longer. I need to be on my way and they need to be on their way.
I look directly in her eyes, at that beautiful face and softly asked, “Would you like to watch me blow your husband?”
She smiles and suddenly turns shy. I’m still looking in her eyes when she nods yes.
In a second I've jumped out of the drivers seat and opened the back door. By now, the husband has his erect, uncut cock exposed and I reach across the seat and take hold of him. Now that I've experienced the joy of cock sucking more often, there is no hesitation on my part to grab the cock or to take it fully in my mouth. I've been meeting with this couple for a while, and I've been waiting for this moment to finally happen.
The way my truck is parked on a slight incline, and the fact that it is a 4 x 4, I have to lift up on my toes to keep my mouth around his cock. For a brief moment, I consider my slacks and the fact that I'm leaning against the step-bar on the truck. I'm sure they'll be fine.
I inhaled the scent of his very closely shaved pubic hair for remnants of his wife’s juices. Having smelled her panties previously, I know that she smells nice. There is no musky smell, just the scent of a man's cock and balls.
As I fondle his balls and enjoy the feel of his dick in my mouth, I look up to see these two making out like teenagers. She is whispering encouragement as he softly moans. About three minutes into it, he does something I never expected. His hand finds the back of my head and like some porn flick, he guides my head up and down on his shaft.
In my mind, this is an asshole move, but then it occurs to me that I can easily accommodate his length and girth. Like me, he is not more than about six inches, and there is no worry about gagging. I actually enjoy this act knowing his wife is watching us. Me, dressed in my slacks, button down shirt and tie, blowing a young man in his jeans and t-shirt while his wife in form fitting yoga pants watches. His hand releases my head and I lift my mouth off his cock long enough to look up at the wife. Our eyes meet for a second before she turns back to him and I return to my pleasure.
I’m stroking his cock to gauge his place in the process and then back to work. Mentally, this is either going to happen soon or not at all.
Proof that we live in the real world, his phone buzzes and the wife tells him it is his brother. I continue sucking him as he tells her to send a text saying they will be back soon.
I double down, stroking the balls at the base, darting towards the taint. I can feel his ass begin to lift off the seat and I hear the wife whisper, “Come for me, baby. “
I feel his rock hard cock spasm as he moans louder. I briefly worry about the potential load being too much, and the fact I’m still wearing my dress shirt and tie. No matter how much, I vow to myself to swallow every last drop and not risk a splotch of spunk on my shirt or beautiful paisley tie.
In a second I taste that distinctive flavor of a man's cum. I savor the moment of his pulsating shaft and the release, then feel his body relax, slumping in the backseat of my truck. The wife kisses him passionately and then asks him if he is okay.
I lift myself up as a sticky mixture of spit forms a brief line between my mouth and the head of his penis. It slingshots back to his cock and I watch him begin to wilt. As I straightened my tie I announced that they had helped me fulfill a bucket list item.
“This is the first time I’ve blown a guy in front of his wife. Was it good for you?”
The wife high-fives me and we all laughed. It only takes a moment before they scoot out of my back seat and apologize for having to get back to the house. We both head away from this little hidden area down an old gravel road, just a brief stop on my way home from work.