Straight Male / 53
Tired Of Waiting
The usual beginning to a story like this...married a long time, sex life non-existent.
Now that two years of lock-down is over, the guys in my neighborhood started up the once-a-month night out. The first night, we just went to the local pub and had a few beers on the terrace. That was March, and it was still a bit too cold, but it was good to be out!
This week, we went to a different venue--a brewpub on the water. It was actually packed and we were all a little bit edgy, so we sat on their tiny balcony and stayed away from the crowd as much as possible. After a while, though, I went to find the men's room and have a cigarette. When I went out the front doors, I found another deck that wrapped around the building. It wasn't set up with tables, but I walked around the corner to see the water. There was a woman out there smoking and looking at her phone. I stopped abruptly when I saw her, smiled and nodded when she looked up, and then backtracked--I didn't want to make her uncomfortable. After a minute, though, I heard the muffled click of heels on the plastic decking and she came around the corner.
"You can come out," she said with a smile. "I didn't mean to hog the whole deck!"
"Thanks," I sad in response. "I didn't want to come out there and stand right next to you just to see the water."
She tilted her head and gave me a very cute half-smile.
"Come on," she said suddenly, gesturing around the corner.
I grinned and followed her. Close behind her, I admired her ass as it moved within the tight confines of a long, dark skirt. When she got to the railing, she picked up her drink and turned to face me. I settled against the rail beside her and smiled down at her without speaking. She raised her glass and clinked it against mine. We both took a sip and then she set hers down on the wide board between us.
"I just had a cigarette," she said softly. "But if you came out here to smoke, you should go ahead."
"Sounds good," I said, fishing in my pockets for a lighter.
As soon as I inhaled the first drag, she stepped close. I froze like a deer in the headlights, unsure of what she was up to but thrilled by the prospect of something--anything--happening.
"You're a married guy out with the boys, right?" she asked quietly.
I nodded dumbly, not wanting to say the wrong thing.
"That's OK," she said with that same half-smile. "I like married guys."
Again, no response from me.
"And you're a gentleman," she whispered, taking a small step closer so that her knee brushed the inside of my leg. "You were polite right away."
I shrugged, gave her a small smile of my own, and finally found my tongue.
"I just didn't want to make you uncomfortable," I admitted.
"That was nice," she whispered, standing on tiptoes and brushing her lips against mine. "I like nice married men..." she repeated before kissing me softly.
Her lips were warm and soft against mine, and I dropped my cigarette over the railing to wrap my arms around her small frame. Her body flowed against me and I felt the nudge of full, firm breasts even through her jacket. When my hand found its way to her ass, she groaned and her lips parted, allowing her flickering tongue to dance across my lips. Mine responded in kind and within minutes of meeting her, I was kissing her deeply and savoring the feeling of her body against me. My cock grew rapidly between us and I felt her wriggle her stomach against it happily.
Finally, she broke the kiss and leaned back to look into my eyes. She was a bit flushed--I'm sure I was, too!--and her lips were parted as she breathed deeply.
"Will you do something for me?" she asked in a throaty voice.
"Whatever you want!" I chuckled with a rueful grin.
"Will you light another cigarette?"
My eyebrows went up reflexively and I'm sure I looked puzzled.
"Just do it," she said firmly, "and I'll explain!"
I reached into my pockets again and drew out a cigarette and my lighter. She stepped back to give me room and I lit up, careful to blow the smoke away from her. Her lips curled a bit at my courteous gesture.
"Still the nice married man!" she grinned.
Once again, I shrugged and smiled.
With a quick step, she closed the distance between us once again and pressed her breasts against my midsection. This time, though, her hand was between us and she palmed my cock at the same time her lips met mine. After a quick, darting tongue kiss, she pulled back and smiled broadly, watching my reaction as she stroked me to full erection.
"I like to be kind of slutty for a nice married guy," she said earnestly. "So here's what I want to do tonight. I want to suck your cock and have you just stand there smoking and drinking like it's no big thing. I know you're a nice guy and I know you're married and I'm sure you don't get a lot of blowjobs...and I just want to feel like a dirty little whore for a few minutes. And since you're standing there letting me rub your cock, I don't think you're gonna say no, are you?"
"No, I'm not!" I said emphatically, causing her grin to widen even more.
"So lean back against the railing!" she urged.
As I complied, she whipped off her light jacket and dropped it onto the deck. Her knees hit it a moment later and her fingers worked feverishly to free my rampant cock. I was blown away by the whole situation but totally willing to go along with it--obviously! She bent my cock a bit getting it out the fly, but all was forgiven when her lips closed over the head and her tongue swirled around the tip repeatedly. God, that felt good! It had been years and I was thrilled.
To play along, I took a deep drag on my cigarette and exhaled happily. Then I picked up my beer and took a sip before setting it aside again. One hand held my cigarette off to the side and the other stroked her dark curls. After she got the tip nice and wet, she extended her tongue and licked up and down the sides for a moment, then swallowed about five inches in one quick motion. I groaned happily when I bumped the back of her throat. Her eyes flicked up at me and crinkled into a smile. Then she did it again. And again. I had to remind myself to keep up my part of the fantasy, but I took another drag after a minute. When her slim, cold fingers wrapped around my shaft and started stroking up and down the base of my shaft, I groaned and felt my cock throb as a dose of precum leapt from the tip. She hummed happily, rose to the top of my shaft, and sucked it down greedily before returning to longer strokes. My balls began to tighten and my hips rocked reflexively forward to meet her thrusts.
Her eyes smiling up at me again, she raised her eyebrows inquisitively at me. I nodded and took one last drag before throwing my cigarette over the railing. Then I cradled her head with both hands and looked down at her.
"Keep sucking me...I'm going to cum in your mouth!" I growled.
She pulled off long enough to smile fully and say, "Good!" before she lowered her chin and went back to work on me. This time, though, she was more aggressive, pulling hard on my spit-slick shaft and sucking voraciously up and down the rest. Her tongue rasped along the sensitive underside and I gasped as my orgasm approached. I'm sure I was muttering nonsense words and groaning like an idiot, but I don't remember--I was lost in the amazing sensations and still kind of stunned by the situation. After just another minute, though, my thoughts evaporated as the urgency of my body took over and my muscles locked up. She felt my body tighten and grabbed my ass with both hands, sucking hard on the crown of my cock as the first jet of sperm leapt into her mouth. We both groaned simultaneously and continued as pulse after pulse splashed onto her tongue and was instantly swallowed. She kept sucking until I was spent and then softened her action, getting every last drop as I began to wilt in her mouth. The evening air was chilly against my wet skin when she finally released me and tucked my cock back into my pants.
She continued to kneel, however, and rocked back on her heels to look up at me.
"Good?" she asked needlessly.
"Amazing!" I assured her.
"And was I a good little slut tonight?"
"You definitely were!" I said with a smile.
"Mission accomplished!" she giggled happily. "See what happens when you're a nice married man?"
"I still can't believe it DID happen!" I admitted.
"It did, and it will be our little secret!" she answered with a smirk. "Now go back inside before your friends think you got lost!"
Dazed by the whole turn of events, I zipped up and grabbed my beer. When I paused to say something, she smiled and shook her head.
"No more. Just go. Let it be a happy memory when your wife won't be your little slut!" she said gently, patting my arm and pushing me toward the front door.
I went. I had to stop at the bar for a refill, and when my friends asked where I was all that time, I told them I was talking to people out front and having a cigarette. They all nodded and went back to the conversation. I was distracted for the rest of the night, and when I got home to a sleeping family, I had another glorious orgasm remembering that random, brilliant moment on the deck.
Now that two years of lock-down is over, the guys in my neighborhood started up the once-a-month night out. The first night, we just went to the local pub and had a few beers on the terrace. That was March, and it was still a bit too cold, but it was good to be out!
This week, we went to a different venue--a brewpub on the water. It was actually packed and we were all a little bit edgy, so we sat on their tiny balcony and stayed away from the crowd as much as possible. After a while, though, I went to find the men's room and have a cigarette. When I went out the front doors, I found another deck that wrapped around the building. It wasn't set up with tables, but I walked around the corner to see the water. There was a woman out there smoking and looking at her phone. I stopped abruptly when I saw her, smiled and nodded when she looked up, and then backtracked--I didn't want to make her uncomfortable. After a minute, though, I heard the muffled click of heels on the plastic decking and she came around the corner.
"You can come out," she said with a smile. "I didn't mean to hog the whole deck!"
"Thanks," I sad in response. "I didn't want to come out there and stand right next to you just to see the water."
She tilted her head and gave me a very cute half-smile.
"Come on," she said suddenly, gesturing around the corner.
I grinned and followed her. Close behind her, I admired her ass as it moved within the tight confines of a long, dark skirt. When she got to the railing, she picked up her drink and turned to face me. I settled against the rail beside her and smiled down at her without speaking. She raised her glass and clinked it against mine. We both took a sip and then she set hers down on the wide board between us.
"I just had a cigarette," she said softly. "But if you came out here to smoke, you should go ahead."
"Sounds good," I said, fishing in my pockets for a lighter.
As soon as I inhaled the first drag, she stepped close. I froze like a deer in the headlights, unsure of what she was up to but thrilled by the prospect of something--anything--happening.
"You're a married guy out with the boys, right?" she asked quietly.
I nodded dumbly, not wanting to say the wrong thing.
"That's OK," she said with that same half-smile. "I like married guys."
Again, no response from me.
"And you're a gentleman," she whispered, taking a small step closer so that her knee brushed the inside of my leg. "You were polite right away."
I shrugged, gave her a small smile of my own, and finally found my tongue.
"I just didn't want to make you uncomfortable," I admitted.
"That was nice," she whispered, standing on tiptoes and brushing her lips against mine. "I like nice married men..." she repeated before kissing me softly.
Her lips were warm and soft against mine, and I dropped my cigarette over the railing to wrap my arms around her small frame. Her body flowed against me and I felt the nudge of full, firm breasts even through her jacket. When my hand found its way to her ass, she groaned and her lips parted, allowing her flickering tongue to dance across my lips. Mine responded in kind and within minutes of meeting her, I was kissing her deeply and savoring the feeling of her body against me. My cock grew rapidly between us and I felt her wriggle her stomach against it happily.
Finally, she broke the kiss and leaned back to look into my eyes. She was a bit flushed--I'm sure I was, too!--and her lips were parted as she breathed deeply.
"Will you do something for me?" she asked in a throaty voice.
"Whatever you want!" I chuckled with a rueful grin.
"Will you light another cigarette?"
My eyebrows went up reflexively and I'm sure I looked puzzled.
"Just do it," she said firmly, "and I'll explain!"
I reached into my pockets again and drew out a cigarette and my lighter. She stepped back to give me room and I lit up, careful to blow the smoke away from her. Her lips curled a bit at my courteous gesture.
"Still the nice married man!" she grinned.
Once again, I shrugged and smiled.
With a quick step, she closed the distance between us once again and pressed her breasts against my midsection. This time, though, her hand was between us and she palmed my cock at the same time her lips met mine. After a quick, darting tongue kiss, she pulled back and smiled broadly, watching my reaction as she stroked me to full erection.
"I like to be kind of slutty for a nice married guy," she said earnestly. "So here's what I want to do tonight. I want to suck your cock and have you just stand there smoking and drinking like it's no big thing. I know you're a nice guy and I know you're married and I'm sure you don't get a lot of blowjobs...and I just want to feel like a dirty little whore for a few minutes. And since you're standing there letting me rub your cock, I don't think you're gonna say no, are you?"
"No, I'm not!" I said emphatically, causing her grin to widen even more.
"So lean back against the railing!" she urged.
As I complied, she whipped off her light jacket and dropped it onto the deck. Her knees hit it a moment later and her fingers worked feverishly to free my rampant cock. I was blown away by the whole situation but totally willing to go along with it--obviously! She bent my cock a bit getting it out the fly, but all was forgiven when her lips closed over the head and her tongue swirled around the tip repeatedly. God, that felt good! It had been years and I was thrilled.
To play along, I took a deep drag on my cigarette and exhaled happily. Then I picked up my beer and took a sip before setting it aside again. One hand held my cigarette off to the side and the other stroked her dark curls. After she got the tip nice and wet, she extended her tongue and licked up and down the sides for a moment, then swallowed about five inches in one quick motion. I groaned happily when I bumped the back of her throat. Her eyes flicked up at me and crinkled into a smile. Then she did it again. And again. I had to remind myself to keep up my part of the fantasy, but I took another drag after a minute. When her slim, cold fingers wrapped around my shaft and started stroking up and down the base of my shaft, I groaned and felt my cock throb as a dose of precum leapt from the tip. She hummed happily, rose to the top of my shaft, and sucked it down greedily before returning to longer strokes. My balls began to tighten and my hips rocked reflexively forward to meet her thrusts.
Her eyes smiling up at me again, she raised her eyebrows inquisitively at me. I nodded and took one last drag before throwing my cigarette over the railing. Then I cradled her head with both hands and looked down at her.
"Keep sucking me...I'm going to cum in your mouth!" I growled.
She pulled off long enough to smile fully and say, "Good!" before she lowered her chin and went back to work on me. This time, though, she was more aggressive, pulling hard on my spit-slick shaft and sucking voraciously up and down the rest. Her tongue rasped along the sensitive underside and I gasped as my orgasm approached. I'm sure I was muttering nonsense words and groaning like an idiot, but I don't remember--I was lost in the amazing sensations and still kind of stunned by the situation. After just another minute, though, my thoughts evaporated as the urgency of my body took over and my muscles locked up. She felt my body tighten and grabbed my ass with both hands, sucking hard on the crown of my cock as the first jet of sperm leapt into her mouth. We both groaned simultaneously and continued as pulse after pulse splashed onto her tongue and was instantly swallowed. She kept sucking until I was spent and then softened her action, getting every last drop as I began to wilt in her mouth. The evening air was chilly against my wet skin when she finally released me and tucked my cock back into my pants.
She continued to kneel, however, and rocked back on her heels to look up at me.
"Good?" she asked needlessly.
"Amazing!" I assured her.
"And was I a good little slut tonight?"
"You definitely were!" I said with a smile.
"Mission accomplished!" she giggled happily. "See what happens when you're a nice married man?"
"I still can't believe it DID happen!" I admitted.
"It did, and it will be our little secret!" she answered with a smirk. "Now go back inside before your friends think you got lost!"
Dazed by the whole turn of events, I zipped up and grabbed my beer. When I paused to say something, she smiled and shook her head.
"No more. Just go. Let it be a happy memory when your wife won't be your little slut!" she said gently, patting my arm and pushing me toward the front door.
I went. I had to stop at the bar for a refill, and when my friends asked where I was all that time, I told them I was talking to people out front and having a cigarette. They all nodded and went back to the conversation. I was distracted for the rest of the night, and when I got home to a sleeping family, I had another glorious orgasm remembering that random, brilliant moment on the deck.
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