When you're married and at the same time you get turned on by the thought of having sex with other men and you've already done it once, two things can happen. Either you think I've scratched that itch, I won't do it again, or you consider, well, this isn't so bad, let's do it again. In my case, LUs got the better of me and I considered repeating it. That said, with the same precautions as in my previous experience, which
I reported last summer. Now, in the final stage of twenty twenty five, I've done it again with the person from last summer. Out of caution, out of trust. We've stayed in touched the whole time, including video calls, but above all because I liked the guy. Everything had gone well before, and I loved his cock. Taking advantage of a family trip that left me on my own, I went for it and suggested to my friend that we
meet up again. This time, there wasn't anywhere we could be alone, so we agreed to meet somewhere far from our respective homes. I liked taking long motorcycle rides, and it's the perfect excuse to discover new places, so I suggested a riverside spot near where I lived that used to be very deserted. Sometimes when I was riding around there, I thought it would be a good place to play, and so it was. That was the chosen meeting point. I got here first, I smoked a cigarette. No, I'm lying,
it was several. No matter how much you know what you're getting into and who you're going with, the nerves are still very much there. And then there's that damn fear of being seen, of a friend suddenly showing up and asking what you're doing. All alone. I could think of a thousand things, and I'm sure the thousand and first could happen. Nothing happened, fortunately, and he arrived ten minutes later. I was wearing sweat pants to be more comfortable.
I thought a prepared guy, and we started chatting. After a few months we had a certain level of familiarity with each other, not much detail, but just enough to exchange a few sentences. Little by little, the conversation grew more heated, recalling the first time, the turn ons we'd had all this time leading up to that day, the masturbation we'd done. When we realized it, we were groping each other. His cock was rock hard, and I was a bit nervous as the passive one. I couldn't quite
get hard. I just wanted to see his cock in person again. He pulled down his pants and there it was, eager for my mouth again. That's when I got really hard. Suddenly, he suggested we rub our dicks together. Although I'd fantasized about it, I didn't think much about it, but I didn't think about it that time either, and I threw myself into his arms so our bodies would come together. It's an incredible feeling, sensing that hardness and knowing it's
because of you, because you're rubbing against the other guy. Spontaneously, we started making out, something that was also unexpected for me, but no less pleasurable for it. It was pure lust, nothing more, just swapping saliva, forcefully touching each other, making out between moans and filthy phrases that turned us on like crazy at the same time. A goddamn sexual symbiosis,
I thought, in my aroused state. By this point, we both had our pants around our ankles and I was pressed against a wall of the bridge that spanned the river. I couldn't escape, but I didn't want to escape. He turned me around and started rubbing his cock against my ass. We had agreed on no penetration, and that condition was absolutely respected. Feeling his cock brush against my ass was starting to make me want to come. It's something inexplicable,
but the excitement was killing me. I never could have believed I'd reached that point. His moans and roars right behind me against my back as I moved my hips continuously, only made him even harder. There are no words. He was fucking my ass without penetrating me, and part of his weight was pressing down on my body, making the sensation much more intense than what was actually happening. After a few minutes like that, which felt like no time at all, I told him I needed to eat him
right then, and I knelt down rather. I sat down at the perfect height for his cock to slide into my mouth effortlessly. We're not getting any younger. You have to be careful with positions. He took my head firmly but gently, and began to fuck my mouth. There was more light than last time, so I could see his body perfectly as it moved in and out of my mouth. His balls were wonderful. I stroked and gazed at them,
enjoying it almost more than the first time. I reached out and grabbed his ass to hold his cock in my mouth, which he appreciated by leaving it there for a few seconds, just long enough before I started gagging. We don't want to spoil the mood. We were completely in sink, no pun intended. We could read each other's minds. He told me he was going to come again. I asked him where he wanted to come, and this time
he let me choose. So much excitement led me to ask him to rub against me with his cock again and come there. No sooner said than done. I stood up again and leaned forward a bit so that his weight pressed down on me more, and his swaying felt more like he was penetrating me. Several palpitations, and the sensation of something warm trickling down my crotch, along with his spasms that sent my heart racing, indicated that he had come with the same intensity as the first time.
Only when he pulled away from me could I see his seamen sliding down my leg, sticking to my pants. Just the thought of carrying his come on me all the way home made me even harder. If that was even possible. I couldn't have been hornier. I sat back down to clean his cock of come. This time, I savored it longer and saw his satisfied expression as he told me it was now my turn to come. Oh oh,
I didn't count on this. I was thinking about going home and jerking off like crazy while thinking about what had happened. But that wasn't going to happen. So he pulled himself together a bit and told me he wanted to see me come, and I obedient began to masturbate in front of him, staring at myself as his cock went limp. She was beautiful even when flaxed, or maybe everything just seemed wonderful to me at that moment, I
came hard. I'd been masturbating all morning without coming, and several jets shot out as he smiled at me, making me feel like the star of the show.