"Two ways this will get resolved". That was his words. His next words were "I'd prefer it to be you, but I'll fuck your wife if you prefer".
We were in the middle of nowhere, it was a pitch black night and raining, and our car had broken down. I desperately needed to get to a venue for my job and he'd found then towed us to his garage. Our/my problem was, in my rush I'd left my wallet and cell phone back at the hotel, and my wife's phone was next to useless for reception.
Letting my wife sit in a grubby waiting room, I followed him to the gents bathroom. Watching him strip half naked, I saw he had a smallish but super fat cock which was already erect. I sank down and went to suck on it for him as that's what I expected he wanted, but he told me to drop my trousers and to lean onto the sink basin. Doing as he asked, I felt him pull my as cheeks apart, then felt his hot wet tongue lapping at my hole. It felt utterly awesome and soon had my dick rising. Yet even that was too slow for him, and without putting on a condom or using a lube, he stood up and rammed his hard fat cock right up my rear hole.
It hurt, boy did it hurt. Yet it also felt strangely good too. And that good feeling grew the more he fucked me. So much so, within minutes I was backing onto him. His cock fucking my asshole, had mine straining and way too soon for me, my dick exploded without me even touching it. I came all over the floor beneath me and then felt him bucking harder inside of me. Seconds later he came inside my ass and that was it. It was all over as quickly as it had started.
We got ourselves together and I asked him about the car. Sat with my wife telling her nothing about what we'd just done, we both watched him take about five minutes to have our car running again. Five minutes after that, we were on the outskirts of the city we'd been heading for.
Lots of lessons were learned that night. Take your wallet and phone wherever you're going. Check the route to understand if and when you break down, you might only be a few miles from a place to get help. But mostly I learned I love being fucked, and have since that night begun a sexual relationship with a guy I sometimes work with. He's much older than me, married like myself, but loves a younger mans asshole to fuck. And most definitely I've come to understand, he absolutely loves fucking mine.