Married Male Friend

Part One

ONE.

 

“I’m not gay,” Adrian said as he got down on his knees in front of me.

I unzipped my jeans and took out my cock. I’m not huge but even when I’m soft I’m big enough to impress most of my new partners. Adrian’s eyes went wide with excitement. He actually licked his lips in anticipation of sucking me off.

“You’re bi,” I said. “That’s fine.”

He shook his head vehemently even as he reached out with both hands. One cupped my balls and the other held the base as he aimed it toward his mouth. “I’m not bi either. I just like sucking off guys,” he said as he put me into his mouth.

I opted not to tell him I was bi. It didn’t matter. He was just going to suck me off and we’d be done with it. That’s what casual hookups were all about.

Adrian was attractive, but not exactly handsome. His blond hair and fine features gave him a slightly effeminate look, which worked for me. I could see why people would think he was gay—or bi—because he had that certain look. Plus the fact that he had a cock in his mouth—that’s a pretty gay thing to do.

At the moment, all off that didn’t matter to me at all. Whenever I hooked up with someone new there was always that element of excitement which made me extra hard. And there was always that feeling of trepidation. My primary concern was if my new partner was any good in bed.

After fifteen seconds in Adrian’s mouth, I could happily report that he was excellent in bed. I was not the first man he had sucked off. I was probably not even the tenth man he had sucked off. It was more likely I was in the upper fifties or sixties of men he had been with.

So basically the same number as me.

He was very good at what he was doing. I actually had to put my hand to his forehead and push him back off me. “I don’t want to cum too fast,” I told him.

“We don’t have a lot of time.” Adrian was obviously stepping out on someone, not that I really cared, but I should have.

“Mouth, face, or hand?” I asked him. “Where do you want me to cum?”

“Mouth,” he said swallowing me again.

I was happy to do it for him.

We had met in his office, which was pretty trusting of him for a one-time hookup. He was a therapist of some sort. The office was nice and there were no clients in the waiting room. He had brought me into the office which looked exactly like every other mental health therapy office I had ever seen in movies before he got down on his knees.

When Adrian started sucking me off, I looked at the walls of the office, glanced at his degrees on display, some of the inspirational posters, and then closed my eyes. I didn’t want to be distracted. I just wanted a good blowjob and then I needed to leave. Adrian had made that obvious from the start.

NSA blowjobs only. That was his only requirement.

I was happy to fulfill that for him.

The blowjob had progressed to where he was holding my balls with one hand and steadying me with his other hand on my hip. His head was bobbing up and down and I could sense the drool going down his chin.

When I came it was pleasant and there was a great sense of relief as all the stress left my body. There were four big pulses of cum that had to of filled his mouth. Adrian didn’t shy away at all. He continued to suck and swallowed my entire load. He even sucked after I was done cumming, which was nice enough, but when it got to the point of irritation, I told him to stop.

“You’re good,” I complimented him as she got up from his knees and grabbed a water bottle off the desk.

“Thanks,” he said and swallowed half the water from the bottle, gulping it down. Maybe to wash away the taste of my cum (which I’ve been told is rather pleasant, though saying that makes me sound pretty conceited); maybe to help wash away the guilt he felt. But maybe it was just because he was parching after giving a sloppy blowjob. It wasn’t my job to judge him.

“I’d be happy to suck you off,” I offered as I tucked myself back into my underwear and pulled up my jeans.

Adrian just shook his head. “No. You’d better leave. You got what you wanted.”

“Didn’t you get what you wanted?” I asked. I wasn’t coming on to him because some semi-straight guys get nervous right after sex. I was just curious.

“Yes. So you can leave now.” He indicated the door.

I left without further discussion. Maybe this would be a one-time thing for us. Maybe he’d call me once a week when he felt the need to have a man’s cock in his mouth again.

 

 

 

TWO.

 

Gwen kissed with that urgency I only saw in a Hollywood movie or when I was meeting up with a woman who was cheating on her partner. Maybe she was unconcerned to be cheating. Maybe it’s what really got her off and not the actual sex. Maybe she had an open marriage. I frankly didn’t care and neither did she, otherwise she would have taken some care in hiding her wedding band and large diamond ring.

“You in a hurry?” I asked as we moved through the hotel door and into the room I had rented for us. Making out in the hallway was fun, but it could only go so far before we ran the risk of getting kicked out of the hotel, room rented or not.

She shook her head at me as she opened the buttons to her blouse. Her fine blond bangs swung in front of her crystal blue eyes. “Not in a hurry,” she said. “Just eager.” She approached me again and I reached inside her blouse to feel her breasts while she dropped one hand to cup my cock through my jeans.

Through the lacy bra she was wearing I could feel her hard nipples. She was eager. Denise rubbed my cock. “I can’t wait to get this big boy inside me,” she said.

“Mouth or pussy?” I asked right before we kissed. Her tongue darted into my mouth, exploring. I liked her aggression and I liked the feel of her hot tongue.

“Both,” she said, breaking the kiss and dropping to her knees. “Mouth first.” She pulled at my belt and expertly opened the buckle so she could unzip me. For a married woman she knew exactly what she was doing. I doubted I was the first guy she had cheated with on her husband.

Gwen knew exactly how to give a blowjob. It took her a minute to get into it with me because we were both new to each other or maybe she was out of practice, but once I got hard and she found her groove, I lost myself in her lips, mouth, and tongue.

As good as her blowjob felt, I didn’t want to waste it in her mouth. I could get that pleasure almost anywhere—and I have. She had said she’d be happy to go bare and I intended on fucking her pussy and finishing there first. Everything after that would be up to her.

I pushed her back and looked down. While she had been sucking on my cock she had removed her bra and unzipped her pants. Apparently she was as eager as I was. I pulled off my t-shirt, kicked off my shoes, and stepped out of my jeans, naked and ready for her.

“I love to see cocks hard and red like that,” she said as she got up and went to the bed. She fell back and kicked off her pants, leaving on only her panties. “Come and fuck me.”

There was no reason for her to issue that invitation twice. I crawled onto the bed, put my face between her legs, and grabbed the top edge of her elastic to her panties with my teeth. She enjoyed me pulling them down her thighs. She enjoyed it even more when I plunged my big cock into her pussy. Gwen was wet and warm and our bodies fitted together perfectly.

“Oh…fuck…it’s been too long since I’ve had a big cock,” she moaned in my ear as she wrapped her legs around my waist.

“Is your husband small?” I asked, finally confronting the fact that she was most definitely a married woman.

Gwen giggled up at me. “Small enough. Have you ever fucked a married woman before?”

She was a few years older than me. Not much older, but it was definitely there. Not that I cared. She was still incredibly hot and sexy…and willing. That was an important part of her personality.

“Yeah,” I admitted. “A couple of times. Why’d you marry your husband if he’s got a small cock?”

Gwen silenced me with a kiss. “Because he makes good money. Now shut up and fuck me.”

So I fucked her. I wasn’t going to mess up a good deal by running my mouth. The fact that she was married was actually a turn on. I hadn’t had much luck with girl in high school. The ones I was interested in were always dating other guys, usually older guys. Now that I was able to score women, the fact that some of them were married made it that much better. Forbidden fruit was the sweetest.

The way Gwen fucked was like a woman who hadn’t had a decent fuck in a year. She was desperate. Or maybe she was just horny and eager to get some strange. Even though she said she was safe and wouldn’t get pregnant, there was always that risk she was lying. In that case, I’d make myself scarce and let Gwen’s husband deal with the fallout.

Yeah, not classy, I know. But she knew the risks as well.

We fucked missionary for a few minutes, then I flipped her over and fucked her from behind. My big cock was hitting her in all the right spots; anyone would tell by her moaning. She actually soaked the sheets when she came. When I came she yowled with pleasure. I love hearing women cum. There’s no more beautiful sound.

“It’s impolite to ask someone about their marriage when you’re in bed with them,” Gwen said while we were lounging on the bed, relaxing and recovering. We both knew we were going to fuck again before we were done. We just needed a few minutes.

I laughed at her new rule of etiquette. “Where did that come from? Emily Post’s Guide to Adultery?” I continued to snigger until she pinched me hard on my biceps. “Ow! What’s that for?”

“I’m just looking for some NSA sex,” she said. “I’m not looking for a relationship. Let’s not discuss our outside lives.”

“Okay. Fine. I can follow those rules.”

Gwen smiled at me. “Good. You were a great fuck. I was hoping we could turn this into an occasional thing between us.” She reached for my cock which was resting against my thigh. “Mind if I give you a blowjob?”

“Did a guy ever tell you no to a blowjob?” I asked her as she moved down my body.

Right before she put me in her mouth she said, “No.” I was still sensitive so I got harder much quicker than usual. She didn’t mind. “I’m going to make you cum in my mouth,” she said taking a quick break while she used her hand on me. “And I’m going to swallow it all.”

She made good on her promise.

 

 

THREE.

 

Believe me, I actually did have a job and it wasn’t sex work. I spent too much time at college doing computer coding but I never fit into the coding culture for a variety of reasons. There’s plenty of work for a freelance contractor for lots of companies, large and small, who need someone to come in for a day or a week or a month and work on a particular problem. For lazy me, that worked out great. I was able to make a decent living and spend a lot of time trolling the internet for soulless, meaningless, pointless hookups.

It was a good life.

Between Adrian and Gwen and occasional other casual assignation, I was getting laid and sucked off on a regular basis. It was making it difficult to meet some of my work deadlines so I actually had to push back a bit on Gwen. She wanted me two or three times a week. Adrian was happy with once a week. We had a regular time. He actually penciled me in as a client; even told me that he was accounting for my time in his office as charitable therapy as a tax write off.

Clever and illegal. I liked it.

Gwen was another matter. She was constantly texting and calling me trying to hook up whenever she had a free moment. I fucked her as often as I reasonably could, but I was at the end of a large project and that put a crimp in our hookups. When I was done however…

 

* * *

 

Gwen loved to come over to my place for a quick fuck whenever she had the need. I lived modestly in a small apartment, but that didn’t bother her. She wasn’t fucking me for the thrill of having a sexy, exotic, handsome lover. She was fucking me for the thrill and having dirty sex without her husband knowing was part of the fun.

She loved it when I bent her over the counter of my small kitchen. She would grip the far edge of the breakfast bar while I stood behind her and rammed her as hard as I could against the countertop. I was slightly worried after the first time we did it that was because I left bruises on the skin over her hipbones but she just laughed it off, saying her husband would never notice.

That made me wonder if her husband was impotent or gay.

“Why aren’t you ever here Thursday afternoons?” she asked me when we were done fucking and were relaxing on the couch. Depending of the mood and timing we might fuck once more before she had to leave.

“Who says I’m not?”

“I’ve stopped by a few times.” Gwen had the terrible habit of just showing up when she felt like it for a fuck. That was normally fine, but I was starting to worry that she would find me sometime with one of my other occasionals. That would be…awkward. “Are you fucking someone behind my back?”

“Asks the woman who is fucking someone behind her husband’s back,” I pointed out.

“Don’t change the subject.”

“I do have a…uh…standing appointment Thursday afternoons,” I said just to see what type of reaction I could get out of her.

“What type of appointment?” she asked as she disentangled her limbs from mind and went to the kitchen for a glass of water.

“Does it matter?”

“Yes. What type?”

“I see a therapist,” I half lied.

“Really? Mental, emotional, or physical?”

“Would you believe me if I said all three?”

“No.”

“Emotional. I had an extremely difficult childhood.”

“Who didn’t? Do you tell him about all the people you fuck and have fucked?” Denise wasn’t stupid. She knew she wasn’t the only one I was sleeping with.

“Who says my therapist is a man?”

“Do you tell her all your secrets?”

“Just the ones that deal with married women.”

She smirked at me. and sauntered back from the kitchen, her tits bouncing pleasantly with each deliberate step. “Are you fucking her?”

“No,” I said as neutrally as possible. It wasn’t really a lie, was it?

“Would you like to?”

“Maybe…” I suggested.

She fell onto the couch next to me and grabbed my cock. I didn’t mind. “Would you like to fuck me in my bed?”

“Sure.” If she was up for dangerous games I was willing to play along.

“Would you be willing to fuck me while my husband was watching?” She licked her lips and started stroking my semi-flaccid flesh. The idea both excited and worried me. But I was willing to push the bounds of safety.

“Sure. Are you going to make a video for him or does he hid in the closet and jerk off while you bring strangers home.”

“Neither,” she said before lowering her head and licking me while maintaining eye contact. I didn’t know a lot about Denise, but she definitely had a slut streak in her past, and probably her present as well. Her mouth was full of cock which gave me an opportunity to be in charge and ask the questions.

“When was the last time you fucked your husband?”

“It’s been a while,” she admitted between licks.

It was only a half answer, but it was good enough for me to humiliate and tease her a bit. “Does he know you screw around on him?”

“He suspects.” I was fully erect now and I could tell she was tasting my precum.

“So you’ve got a small-dicked husband who is pretty sure you screw around on him and now you want to fuck another guy in front of him.” I shook my head. “That’s fucked up.”

“You don’t know the half of it,” she told me after taking my now hard cock from her mouth and climbing up into my lap. Our conversation paused as she held my cock steady as she inserted me into herself, lowering her body down on my length. She groaned with pleasure as I filled her up.

“I bet you and your husband are into some kinky shit,” I said as I pinched her nipples and made her work harder, bouncing up and down on my cock.

“You might be right,” she admitted as she began to move faster and our conversation petered out. There was a time for talking and a time to enjoy the pleasures of the flesh.

 

FOUR.

 

Send me a pic of your dick

 

Although texting made hooking up with Gwen easier, sometimes her interruptions were annoying. The problem with Gwen—and there were many problems with Gwen—is that she had too much free time. Her husband made more than enough to support them both.

So I sent her a picture of Dick Nixon.

 

Not funny. Not Tricky Dick.YOUR dick!

 

I was in the middle of coding at the moment, but I couldn’t help myself. I unzipped, dropped my jeans and underwear, and snapped a picture of my unimpressive flaccid cock.

 

Hard cock! I want a hard cock!

 

Sometimes I have the maturity of a fourteen year old boy.

 

That’s what she said

 

Just send me a pic of your dick.

 

I’m not sure that’s a good idea

You aren’t going to show it to your friends, are you?

 

No.

 

Your husband?

 

No.

 

Post it on the internet?

 

No. Just do it.

 

Why do you need a pic of my dick?