4 comments/ 49861 views/ 7 favorites A Spring Tete-a-Tete By: Olive Hizklosoff It was Saturday afternoon at the end of a long week of retail. I manage an upscale wine shop in an urban residential neighborhood. Many of the customers with whom I deal are gay and, to tell the truth, you couldn't ask for a nicer group of people to sell wine to. The kind of "eat, drink, and be merry" feeling in the gay community is certainly not a bad philosophy. Anyway, like I said, it was Saturday afternoon and quitting time. My wife was invited out to the Hamptons with a bunch of girlfriends for a summer camp reunion so I was a bachelor for the weekend. Normally, I would just drive home and, without even taking my jacket off, prepare myself a big shot of an excellent single malt scotch with an ice water chaser. In seconds, that drink would be on its way to my stomach to perform its magic. That elixir would take the edge off the day and the week, creating a pleasant state of relaxation. However, as I walked out into the spring air, I decided to take a different tact. I walked down the street, people-watching as I went. Saturday afternoon in the city brings out some of the hottest looking women you can imagine. I was getting horny. Anyway, that single malt was very heavy on my mind and the street had any number of watering holes on it. Which would be my choice, I thought. Across the street, I spotted The Crow's Nest, also known as the "Dirty Bird". The Crow's Nest is a gay bar and I've never been in a gay bar before. I knew that they had a great selection of single malts and I was probably on speaking terms with many of its customers. What could be bad about that? I walked into the bar from a sunlit spring afternoon. My eyes adjusted to an atmosphere that was dark and cozy, with wood and leather and a long bar. The bar had a mirror behind it so you could see all the people sitting at the bar in the reflection. As amatter of fact, you could see everyone in the place. I immediately saw a few guys I recognized as customers. As my eyes met theirs, I nodded a "hello", as did they. The one thing that was a surprise-to them-was that I was in that bar. As far as I'm concerned, I'm straight. As far as they were concerned, I'm straight. I have, however, always been fascinated with the pleasures that sex with another man offers. I've had an awesome sex life with my wife for almost 40 years. There is nothing we haven't done together, to ourselves, and to each other during our marriage. Oral, vaginal, anal...been there, done that. And I'm not sheepish about being on the receiving end of anything I would do to my wife. She and I have been watching porn for years. Good porn is both titillating and educational. Porn is a business and the men and women in the movies are actors doing their job, but there can be no doubt about the fact that many of these actors are enjoying what they are doing. We have not been exclusive to just hetero porn. My wife and I have no problem watching two guys getting it on or two woman doing each other. After all, their equipment is the same as mine. Pleasure is pleasure no matter how you achieve it and, as they say, no one knows a man like a man, and I suppose the same could be said for women. I think my wife has learned to give a better blowjob by watching one guy doing another. I would be lying if I said that I haven't fantasized about getting blown by another guy. My impression is that gay guys really get into it, especially since they really know about the pleasure they can give. And I can't deny having thoughts about giving head to another guy, or for that matter, fucking some guy's ass or letting some guy fuck mine. I have often used these thoughts and images as a source of excitement, for the porn movie that is going on in my head when I'm having sex with my wife, or every morning when I jerk off in the shower. I found three stools at the bar that were empty so I sat down on the middle one. My most courageous move so far was just going into The Crow's Nest. Sitting right down next to someone was to overt for me. I was going to have to take this adventure one step at a time. The bartender came over and gave me a big smile. His face was very familiar as mine was to him. "What's your pleasure on this fine afternoon?" "I'll start with a Balvenie 12, neat, and an ice water chaser, please." "Coming right up, my friend." Seconds later, in front of me sat an old-fashioned glass with about an inch and a half of rich amber liquid in it, accompanied by a glass of iced spring water. "Thank you, sir." It takes a long time to cultivate a taste for scotch whisky. Truth be told, some scotch tastes like licking a telephone pole. I'm not a sipper and I'm not interested in swirling the liquid around in my mouth, defining its complexities. I'm really in it for the buzz. There was a time when I would drink the whisky slowly, taking a sip of water after every swallow to mitigate the fire that the whisky created in my stomach. In a social setting, like a party, carrying the glass of scotch and the glass of water became rather awkward so I got into the practice of just shooting the scotch, and taking a swallow of water. It was almost like an old western movie, where the cowboy walks up to the bar and boldly announces "Whiskey!!" From 10 feet away, a whiskey bottle and a shot glass come sliding down the bar. The cowboy pours himself a shot, throws it down, slams the shot glass on the bar, and ends the process by flipping a large coin on the bar top, with the words "Thanks, Barkeep", trailing from him as he walks out of the saloon. Today was a little different. I was in a hurry to get that buzz going but if I gulped my drink, I would have nothing else to do at the bar. I sipped for a few minutes but became impatient. I threw the nectar down my throat, took a sip of water, and waited for the effect. That wasn't the only thing I was waiting for. I was in the "Nest" because I was looking for more than just a drink. As the euphoric feeling crept over me, the bartender looked my way with a facial expression that asked me if I wanted another. I gave him a nod for a second dose of Dutch courage. As he turned away to pour my second drink, one of the men who had been sitting at a table against the wall was standing next to me. "Mind if I sit here?" His hand was on the barstool on my left. A quick look at the hand revealed a person with an impeccable manicure. I looked up at his face and saw a well-groomed man dressed in a Polo shirt, khakis, and Bass Weejuns. He was about 50 years old, eight years younger than I was. His hair was slightly gray and he had a neatly trimmed but full moustache. His face was nicely tanned and had a friendly cast to it. He weighed about 180 and was just about as tall as I was, at 5 foot 10. At first glance, I knew we could be friends. What was good was he didn't look familiar. That is, I don't think that I've ever seen him before. "Please, have a seat." The bartender put my second scotch in front of me, giving me a knowing smile. Hey, Rick, what can I get for you?" I'll do another Margarita, Bill." A minute or two later, my second scotch had a very frosty looking Margarita next to it, complete with a ring of salt around the edge and a lime wedge. "Cheers", Rick said as he raised his glass towards me. I picked up my scotch and clicked it against his glass. There we were, looking eye-to-eye, and almost nose-to-nose. Rick gave me a wink and a little bit of a smile. We began talking about what a beautiful day it was. His comment about being in good company when there are good times was very complimentary and disarming. My second scotch was taking its effect and my inhibitions were quickly going out the door. The conversation continued. I told him that my wife was away for the weekend and I was a bachelor. I once heard that some gay men find it a conquest if they can seduce a straight married man. I don't know whether this was a philosophy that Rick adhered to but there was no question that I was ripe for the pickings. My glass was empty and so was his. I was about to call over the bartender for a refill when Rick told me that his condo was right down the block. Why don't we go back to his place for the next round of drinks? He told me that he had a rooftop deck with great views of the city and it was just the right place to enjoy a nice sunny spring afternoon. It all sounded very good to me. We stepped out into the warmth of a beautiful fresh spring day. We walked to the corner and took a left down one of the neighborhood's side streets. There were brownstones on both sides. The dogwood trees that lined the street were just starting to bloom their bouquets of white flowers. At #22, we climbed the ten or so front steps to the double etched glass doors. Once inside, we climbed the circular staircase to the top floor apartment. What a nice place Rick had. The walls were covered with some excellent photographs Rick had taken. It appeared that one of the things we had in common was a love for the camera. Rick went into his small galley kitchen which was appointed like a very expensive yacht. The stainless steel appliances with black granite countertops and teak cabinets were very impressive. He poured me a generous shot of Macallan 18yr along with an ice water chaser. For himself, he poured a shot of Patron Anejo. He grabbed some salt and a slice of lime and told me to bring my drink and follow him. Although this was a one-level apartment there was a stairway off the living room that ended at the ceiling. Rick started up the stairway and opened a door in the ceiling that took us out on his roof deck. The deck was about 10 feet by 12 feet. It was surrounded by a fence that gave the deck complete privacy. On the deck were a couple of padded mahogany chaises, a table, and in one corner, a built-in barbeque. It was just fantastic. Panels in the fence on all four sides could be opened to allow a 360 degree view of the city. When the fence was closed, it captured the warmth of the sun so even though it was spring, the sun felt like it was summer. We each sat down on the very comfortable chaises. The Macallan 18yr went down so smoothly with almost no need for the ice water. Rick tossed down his Patron and sucked on the lime. He gave me a big smile and said that he felt great. I certainly couldn't complain. The temperature on the deck was close to 80 degrees according to the big round thermometer hanging on the fence. In fact, I was beginning to sweat a little. Rick unbuttoned his shirt to reveal a trim upper body with little extra weight on it. What really turned me on was the gold ring that he had through his pierced right nipple. Looking at that little gold ring running through his right brown button went right to my crotch. I was becoming aroused. "You must be really hot in that long sleeve shirt. Come on, take it off. It's like summer up here." As he said that, he kicked off his shoes and unbuttoned his pants. Within seconds, his pants were off, revealing his muscular legs. He was wearing a pair of very scanty, almost see-thru, bikini briefs, that emphasized his manhood. There was no question that his size was directly related to his degree of stimulation. It looked like it was half-hard pushing against the thin fabric, creating a swelling bulge. I knew the feeling well. I was pretty much in the same state. I took my shirt off and then, because it would look rather dumb with one of us half-dressed and the other undressed, I took off my shoes and slipped off my pants. For a man my age, I'm pretty trim. Ithing I look about 40 and I feel like I'm 30. I was in the same state of arousal that Rick was. My cock was half-hard on its way to complete fullness. I was wearing my usual string bikini. If I were wearing jeans, I wouldn't have had any underwear on at all. I really enjoy going "commando". There we were, lying in the sun like two guys at the beach. I was very relaxed and at ease. Rick noticed that I didn't have any hair on my chest and commented. I told him that for the most part I found body hair unnecessary so I shaved my chest. This bit of knowledge about me brought a big smile to his face. He was curious. What about........? I've never discussed this with anybody face to face before although I've told this story on chat boards on the net. It was back in 1973 when my wife and I went to California. One night in San Francisco, we went out to see one of the best double bills in porno history: Deep Throat and The Devil In Miss Jones. Linda Lovelace was completely shaved in Deep Throat. In The Devil, Georgina Spelvin was well-trimmed and several of her co-stars were completely shaved. By the time we got back to the hotel we were ready to fuck in the elevator. We made it back to our room, where we sucked and fucked and sucked. Some time in the middle of the night, my wife commented how hot the bald look was and if I wanted to shave her, now was the right time. I didn't need to be asked twice. We hopped into the shower and I soaped her up. As she leaned back against the shower wall with her legs spread, I shaved her cunt until there wasn't a hair on it. She was completely hot. She has one of those vaginas that's an "outy" like a belly button. Her outer labia are always hanging out and her clit hood is always visible. She was so wet from the excitement she was dripping. We were about to rinse off when she said that what's good for the goose was good for the gander, too. Whatever she wanted was my reply. She lathered me up, pushed me back, and shaved all my pubes off. She worked on my scrotum like a surgeon. In a matter of minutes, something I had for 25 years was gone, and little did I know then, never to return. The answer to Rick's unspoken question was only inches and seconds way. I suggested another single malt and I would "reveal" the answer. It didn't take him more that two minutes to bring me another Macallan 18yr, which I virtually guzzled, spilling a few drops on my chest. Rick's eyes were begging for the answer. My cock was beginning to gorge with blood, getting harder with every millisecond. The moment of truth had finally arrived. When I walked into the "Nest", I knew this was the goal. Rick could wait no longer and neither could I. I pulled down my string bikini and out popped my rock-hard cock, standing straight up with not a hair in sight, throbbing from the excitement. "Wow, that's awesome." I thought so. Rick got up from his chaise and sat on mine. He was still wearing his see-thru underwear and his dick was pushing at the material hard enough to pull them away from his legs. I could see his balls and, much to my surprise, and pleasure, they were shaved. "Can I touch you?" "Isn't that why we're here?" His soft hands first rested on my calves and slowly moved up my inner thighs. He kneaded my legs as he moved up toward my bobbing cock. One hand gently wrapped around my cock while the other grabbed my balls. I had never felt anything like it before.My heart started to pound and I thought I was going to explode. My entire sex life was with my wife. Well, except for the time I got blown by a whore as a gift from a customer when I was about 20. That was an experience! I came in about two seconds and it was over. Of course, my other sexual experience was actually a precursor to what was happening to me right now. When I was about 15, I used to jerk off with a friend of mine. It happened maybe a half dozen times. I think that we probably would have ended up jerking each other off if we had continued. I can't remember why it stopped but it was fun at the time. I guess it doesn't matter. What really matters is the fact that a man had one hand wrapped around my dick and the other holding my balls. I felt the need to reciprocate. There was no question that Rick had done this before. For me, however, it was all new and, I must admit, thrilling. I slipped my left hand into his sheer underwear and pulled at his cock. I had never touched another man's cock before but I knew exactly how it was going to feel. I was breathless! My nipples are very sensitive and are always part of sex, even if I'm jerking off. I'll play with my nipples in the shower as kind of my own foreplay. My wife will pull and pinch them and suck on them when we're making love. Rick's pierced right nipple was evidence of a nipple fascination on his part. My right hand went to Rick's chest. He had just a little fuzz on his chest. I think he might have thinned out his chest hair. Anyway, I pinched his left nipple and started to twirl it with my thumb and forefinger. His chest filled with air as he took a deep breath. I was hitting the right spot. Can I suck your cock?" Oh My God!!! Of course he could. I nodded my head and gave him a smile. Rick put both hands down on the chaise, one on each side of me, supporting his weight. His lips formed a small circle and he lowered his head onto my cock. I could feel his tongue licking the head of my cock inside his mouth. I'm not huge in the tool department but I can certainly hold my own. I'm about 6 inches long and a good inch and a half thick and nicely cut. As I played with his nipple, Rick, with one smooth motion, went down on my cock until his nose was pressed up against my shaved pubis. He raised his head until only the tip of my cock was between his lips and then went down on me again. I could feel the tip of my cock banging against the back of his throat. My wife gave me great head but this was a blowjob extraordinaire. I could feel the pressure starting to build. I knew that I was going to cum sooner or later. At the rate Rick was going it was going to be sooner. I didn't want him to stop but I wanted this to last. It was my turn to reciprocate. I told him to stand up and bring his crotch to my face. I pulled down his underwear and a rigid phallus about 7 inches long was sticking out in front of my face. His balls were shaved and the short hair on his chest went all the way down to his pubic hair ending in a thin landing strip. It was shaved smooth on each side. I said he was well-groomed but this was really unique and hot!! I could see that he was uncircumcised, something that I didn't expect, although at this point, it didn't matter. I've never had a cock in my mouth before but it came to me like a duck takes to water. I grabbed his ass with both hands and pulled him forward. His cock went into my mouth slowly but surely. I wanted to give him what he gave me. His foreskin still slightly shrouded his cock. With my lips pressed against his foreskin, I pushed it back, completely exposing the shiny head of his rigid cock. A drop of precum appeared which I flicked with my tongue. How sweet it was!! I think I was only able to get about four inches into my mouth when I felt a gag reflex starting. I controlled his motion in and out of my mouth. I used my tongue all around the head of his dick. I let my teeth gently scrape against his foreskin. I knew that if I continued he would cum. I have a little bit of a problem about who cums when. When I cum, it's over. My libido kind of shuts down and, as much as I have fantasized about it, I really can't continue in a sexual mode. No, I don't roll over and go to sleep but when it's over, it's over. I would love to have my wife turn around and sit on my face after I've fucked her, letting my cum drip into my mouth. I've tasted my own cum in many a snowball and I'm all right with it. I'd love to eat her out and bring her to another orgasm but it just doesn't happen that way. I've read a lot of erotica and the emphasis is always on guys who reload instantly. I ain't one of them. I told Rick that I know I'm good to go once guaranteed, but anything right after that is almost a miracle. I need at least an hour or two. I didn't want to ruin this experience for either one of us. Rick's response was the obvious one. He suggested we go down stairs to the bedroom and we'd do some "soixante-neuf" so we can both get off at the same time. That was definitely a win-win situation. We went downstairs to his bedroom where he lit some candles. There were white curtains on the windows that let the sun in with a soft filtered light. The aroma of the scented candles filled the room. His bed was queen-sized (no pun intended) and had the most exquisite sheets on it with a big fluffy down comforter. Rick lay down on the bed and beckoned me with a wave of his hand. A Spring Tete-a-Tete Ch. 02 I don't think the movie ever stopped. I drove home with a smirk across my face as I kept rewinding the video going on in my head. When I got home, I poured myself some more of a delicious single malt and my ice water. I put a favorite adult DVD on and relaxed on the couch. It was one of the Voyeur series, #28, I think. There's one particular sequence that's really hot. The babe welcomes a couple of hunks into her home on the pretense they are going to interview her for a movie. She doesn't know that it's an adult movie. Of course, she's wearing a black patent leather number that looks tremendous against her gorgeous tan. The camera quickly reveals a completely shaved pussy as the two studs comment on her great body. Before you know it, the three of them are completely naked. She is sitting on one guy's lap with his very good-sized dick up her beautifully smooth box, while she's got the other guy's dick halfway down her throat. One thing I always look at in porn is the hair situation. Pubic hair is becoming a thing of the past. When I watch porn, I look at both the men and women with an equal eye. A nice bald vagina has always turned me on. The same can be said of a good stiff dick, especially one that has been trimmed, or even better, shaved completely like mine. One hunk was totally shaved and the other was trimmed so thin you could barely see hair. The DVD continued with the sweet young thing spreading her legs as wide as she could, opening her asshole, and lowering, or should I say impaling, herself onto a very thick penis that was easily eight inches long. With one easy motion, she sat right down on it, feigning a scream of either pain or ecstasy. I think that choice is up to the viewer. She certainly had a dreamy look on her face as she jumped up and down on the stud's phallus while giving great head to the other player. She slapped the hell out of her clit and fingered herself madly. The two guys switched positions. The guy she was blowing sat down on the couch and she climbed on top of him, facing him and taking his tool into her front hole. She lifted her ass up, exposing a gaping hole that the assfucker proceeded to fill again. Nothing like a double penetration. After ten minutes of pumping her ass and her cunt, both guys pulled out, she dropped to her knees and the two proceeded to jerk off, spurting gobs of cum all over her face and into her mouth. She ended the segment by sucking each of them clean as their cum dripped down her chin and onto her chest. Whew!! I was hard as a rock. I was determined, however, to let my excitement from my tête-à-tête to continue to build. As much as I need a release, I was going to wait until tomorrow when my wife got home. I surfed cable for a while until I found something that piqued my interest. I turned on the TV in the kitchen, made myself some supper and spent the rest of the evening watching some mindless drivel until it was time to go to bed. Ah, Sunday morning!! When you work on Saturday, Sunday off has a value that is virtually indescribable. God, if only Sunday was 48 hours long. I got up early, as is my habit because I'm energized early in the morning. The water in the kettle on the stove began to boil. The aroma of the freshly ground coffee beans filled the kitchen. Within minutes, the nectar of the gods, fresh morning coffee, was in my mug. I added some cream and sugar, took the cup over to my laptop and sat down for some web surfing. Many of my favorite websites are voyeuristic. I love looking at people who are exhibitionist enough to post their most intimate moments on the Internet for the entire world to see. Hats off to the women who perform for their husbands and boyfriends. Some are gorgeous, most are average, and a few are kind of tough to look at but I have respect for them all. My wife was going to be home mid-afternoon from her weekend with the girls. I'm sure that her weekend was nothing like mine. For the first time in my life, a man sucked my dick. What was even more incredible is the fact that I sucked a man's penis and he came in my mouth and I loved every minute of it. I couldn't get the images out of my head, and, to tell you the truth, I didn't want to. After my coffee, I jumped into my usual morning shower. The shower is one of the few very private places most people have. The glass on our shower door is frosted so the only thing you can see is a silhouette. I soaped up and scrubbed my body from stem to stern, thinking about the fun to come. I grabbed my razor with its new blade and started my shower ritual of shaving my pubic hair and my chest. I've been pubically (is there such a word?) bald for more than 30 years so shaving is part of my daily routine. For some reason, each time I shave is as exciting as the first time. I love my penis, so giving it the attention it needs, and deserves, is very important. Shaving your pubes requires care and patience. The hair growth differs all over your pubic region. Some areas can be shaved against the grain and other areas have to be shaved with the grain. If you know what you're doing, you'll never have a problem with ingrown hairs, which are the red bumps people complain about. The shaving process is definitely "hands-on". More often than not, my dick starts to harden as I continue shaving. I'll shave my scrotum and my perineum, all the way back to my anus. The hair around my asshole I trim off with an electric trimmer. Once my dick is done, I shave my chest, which usually means touching my nipples, which, for me, is an instant turn-on. When all the grooming is done, there's only one thing left to do. At this point, most of the time, my dick is in a state of tumescence and, looking down at it, I figure it would be a waste not to bring it to its full stiffness. The truth is that I masturbate in the shower every morning. I'm not looking for love. I'm looking to relax and feel good, without commitment or obligation. Jerking off accomplishes that. If you're one of those people who think that you're going to go blind or it's some kind of mortal sin, you're most assuredly misinformed. Man or woman, masturbating is one of the best things you can do for yourself. However, this morning was going to be different. My satisfaction and pleasure was on its way home. I got out of the shower, dried myself off, and massaged my body with some body cream. As I applied it to my crotch, it took all I had not to start stroking. I went into the closet, pulled out a silk T-shirt and a pair of well-worn jeans. I would wear jeans all the time if I could and never, ever, wear underwear. In anticipation of the sexual event that was going to happen, I had pulled out our bag of toys. In the toy bag, among other things, are my cockrings. I love cockrings. I have a purple metal ring, a silver metal ring, a thick chrome ring, and a few colored rubber rings that are good to wear if you're flying and you don't want to set off the metal detector. A cockring will make your dick bigger and harder than it's ever been. My dick gets big and swollen and hard and red and just beautiful. Wearing a cockring makes you aware of your package all the time. It's like wearing jewelry that let's you know your cock is always there. When I'm wearing a nice worn pair of super comfortable jeans with my cock hanging freely, The tug and tightness of a cockring around your dick and scrotum has to go into my catalog of things that feel really good and sexy. I picked the purple one. First pulling one ball through and then the other and then taking my flaccid penis and putting it through the ring, I was ready for the day. The silk T I had chosen to wear had the soft and erotic feeling that silk is supposed to have. I was well aware of the material against my very sensitive nipples. I pulled on my jeans, adjusted my dick so that it hung down my left leg. Looking down I could see its outline through the very soft washed denim. I knew that its presence would become more pronounced as I encountered different stimuli. Sneakers finished off my Sunday finest. Finally, my honey arrived home. The long drive was tiring but being in your own house has a way of restoring your energy. "Miss me?" "For sure." "Did you have a good time with the girls?" Oh, yeah. We had a lot of fun talking about old times and giggling like we were back in camp. How about you?" "You were only gone for a couple of days. How much trouble could I get into? Nothing special happened. How about a glass of wine to take the edge off all that driving?" "I'd rather celebrate my homecoming with some champagne." Champagne!! She gave me a little wink with her request. I knew exactly where we were headed. Straight to the bedroom. Our fridge always has full and half bottles of champagne in it, ready to go. You never know when there is going to be something to celebrate. I pulled out a half bottle of Veuve Clicquot and grabbed a crystal champagne glass. Tilting the tulip-shaped glass, I poured the light golden liquid gently to keep the bubbles under control. I put the glass down on the counter so that we could watch the champagne bubbles rise endlessly from the bottom of the glass. My heart had begun to race when I told her nothing happened while she was gone. Little did she know about the movie playing in my head about my first encounter with another man. His mouth around my cock. The taste of his cum somehow still lingering in my mouth. "Why don't you go upstairs and get into something more comfortable?" I'm going to pour myself a drink and I'll be right up to join you." "Sounds like a plan." She had a big smile on her face. I knew she was as horny as hell. My cockring-adorned dick that was starting to press against my jeans reflected my state of mind. I looked down. It looked like there was a thick sausage in my pants going down my left leg. I poured myself a two-ounce shot of single malt and tossed it right down. I poured myself another shot and carried it upstairs. I had prepared our bedroom for action earlier in the day. It is such a comfortable place. The walls, ceiling, and carpet are all a deep rose color. The four windows are covered with cream-colored plantation shutters. The trim is in the same cream color. There is a slowly turning ceiling fan. The bed is turned back to reveal a combination of purple and cream sheets. All around are lit candles, filling the room with an intoxicating fragrance. This boudoir had a very tropical feel to it. It was a room meant for seduction and sex. My wife stepped out of the bathroom wearing a see-through chemise with a little tiny thong that accentuated her superb hair-free cameltoe. I could see that her moisture was already coming through the fabric. Her very womanly breasts pushed against the transparent fabric. Being a very light-skinned person, there isn't much contrast between her aureolas and her skin. Because she knows how much I like big dark nipples, she had applied makeup to her tits that made her nipples look fantastic through the diaphanous material. "You certainly had a plan in mind, sweetie. But it's not fair. I'm dressed for you but you're not dressed for me." I had to take my jeans off. Otherwise my cock was going to break. I unzipped them and let my cock out. It was rock hard. "Oh, I see you did put on something special for me, eyeing my purple cockring. You know just how to make my me happy." Standing about a foot apart, I began fondling her breasts through the silk of the chemise. My cock was standing straight out about three inches away from her, the cockring making it as purple as the sheets on the bed. She ran her fingers across the silk T I was still wearing. She could see the bumps created by my hardened nipples. She ran her tongue across those little bumps making the fabric wet and transparent. All of a sudden, she bit my right nipple hard and, at the same time, pinched my left nipple. I gave out a cry from the painful pleasure she was causing me. I grabbed her in a passionate embrace and stuck my tongue down her throat. We mashed our mouths together, barely able to breathe. Our tongues were wrestling with each other. Our spit blended together and was all over our chins. Standing up was no longer an option. We tumbled onto the bed, still embracing one another. When we both thought we were going to pass out for lack of oxygen, we broke apart and threw ourselves back onto our pillows. I pulled of my T shirt. My nipples were still hard but bright red from her biting and pinching. "Let's slow down a little and make it last." "Fine by me. Have some more champagne. I brought myself up a drink. By the way, your nipples look fantastic. Thanks." She left her champagne in the bathroom. I got it for her and handed her the glass. "Here's to you, my honey. I'm glad you like my artwork." She tossed down the rest of the champagne and gave me a big buzzed smile. I took my scotch and swallowed it like it was an aphrodisiac. I lay back down on the bed and picked up the DVD remote. The TV screen came alive with sweaty mingling bodies, two lithesome blondes with firm tits and shaved pussies having an orgy with a very well endowed hunk. As we watched the hot action on the screen, I reached down to my wife's crotch, feeling the wet material and pushing it into her juicy cunt. She was rubbing her nipples, flicking them and pinching them. "I really think that we don't need the movie." Enough said. I turned off the TV. My own little movie was playing in my head. I wanted ass and I wanted it now and I wanted it badly. She was in a "do anything you want to me" mode. Years ago, when she used to say that, there were limits. Now, there were no limits. In fact, she was telling me exactly what she wanted me to do. I grabbed her and pulled off the chemise and thong. Then, I turned her over on her stomach and pulled her ass up in the air. I was going to start where I wanted to finish. I was on the "Anal Express". I pulled her ass cheeks apart, exposing her puckering asshole. I stuck my face right in there and rimmed her ass like there was no tomorrow. She began to whimper and moan as I stuck my tongue in her hole. Only if my tongue was longer. It was an act that was considered depraved and erotic. It was sodomy at its best, eating out her ass. It was deliciously sensual and hot. I could feel my wife pushing back against my face, obviously enjoying what I was doing, asking for more. I wanted more, too. I rolled her over onto her back. Her bald pussy was my next target. Her cunt was swollen and looked huge. Her inner and outer labia were flushed and full and her clit was enormous. I went down on her and sucked her clit hard. She was in ecstasy. I stuck my tongue in her cunt. With one hand I pushed her legs apart, while my other hand was entering her pussy. Fingering my wife's cunt is only an appetizer before she gets going. When she is all fired up, even two or three fingers are not enough. She can take a whole fist and the way she was lifting her hips up, that was exactly what she wanted. Her box was soaking wet. I was sucking on her clit while feeding my hand into her cunt. I had my fingers gathered together as I pushed my hand into her. It was a slow steady movement until my whole hand was inside her. I gently made my hand into a fist. "Oh, my God, oh, my God!!" I was at my happiest when I was turning her on, exciting her, knowing she was going to achieve the best orgasm she ever had. She was on her way. I moved my fist gently inside her. I was still sucking on her clit when she pushed my face away and started playing with herself. She moved her hips around and around on my fist and then reached down and started to pull my hand out. I removed my hand in the same way it went in. It was covered with her juice. I laid down next to her. She had her eyes closed while she played with herself. She would play with herself while we were making love but she was never into masturbating while she was alone. Too bad, she didn't know what she was missing. My dick was softening up a little. I saw no reason to waste the juice from her pussy so I started to stroke my dick. It responded quickly, coming to full hardness, especially with the purple cockring on. Her liquid quickly dried but I was still stroking. I played with my nipples and pulled on my dick as I watched my wife pleasure herself. There have been many, many times over the years when we have masturbated together, turning each other on just by watching each other. However, tonight's ending was already planned and it wasn't going to be self-pleasure. I stopped my stroking and started kissing her. Some more spit-swapping and I rolled her over again. A little more rimming but with the addition of a finger inserted in her little brown flower. My saliva was enough to get one finger in without a problem. A second finger was going to require some Glide, which was on the nightstand waiting to be called into service. She saw the lube there when she came into the bedroom so she knew what was coming. I pulled my finger out leaving her ass with a little bit of a gape. I took the Glide and let some trickle down her crack and it dripped right into her asshole. I put some lube on two fingers and slipped them into her ass. There was no resistance either from my wife or her ass. A third finger joined the other two. She was moaning quietly. "Do you want me to put my dick in your ass?" "If you want to." If I want to? Does a bear shit in the woods? "Which way do you think is better? From the front or the back?" I rolled her over on her back. I put some lube on my dick and pushed her legs wide open. I loved fucking her ass in the missionary position because I could suck on her tits. My well-greased dick found its way to her anal opening. I didn't expect any resistance because I had already inserted three fingers, which should have opened her up and relaxed her sphincter muscles. I pushed against her anal ring, pushing the head of my dick in about an inch. I could feel her pushing against my cock, almost begging for it. Within seconds her movements and mine allowed my very hard purple cock to slide right up her rectum until my shaved pubic mound was up against her buttocks. I wanted her to enjoy what was happening. As much as I wanted to do what they do in the porns, just ram my dick in and out of her ass, I wanted to be able to do this again. Slow and gentle was the only was to go. I pulled my cock out a couple of inches and gently slid it back in. Her ass was so tight, it was incredible. "Tell me how it feels." I leaned over to her neck, just below her left ear, and whispered how tight her ass was. That it was incredibly erotic to have my dick in her ass and how much I loved her. When I told her that, I could feel her squeezing down on my cock with her rectal muscles. She was on fire. I pulled my dick out a little further and pushed it right back in. She gave out a breath as if my cock had pushed the air out of her. By this time she had one hand going back and forth, pinching her nipples. The other hand was slapping her clit or sticking fingers in her cunt. It seemed like she couldn't decide which felt better. By this time, I was pumping relentlessly. I wanted her to cum and I wanted to cum in her ass. I pulled my cock all the way out and then firmly pushed it back in to her gaping asshole. My orgasm was on its way. There was no stopping me now from ramming my dick in her ass. "I wanna cum. I wanna cum. Fuck me. Fuck me hard!" I could feel her whole body shaking. Her orgasm was going over her whole body. I could feel her ass squeezing my dick in the same rhythmic way her cunt did when she was having an orgasm. The sweat was forming on my forehead. I was banging her ass for dear life. We were totally lost in the moment. I was cumming in her ass just the way I planned. My dick pumped my sperm into her anus until it was empty. I know that she had an orgasm but she was still working her clit, furiously pulling at it. She wanted more. A Spring Tete-a-Tete Ch. 02 I pulled my dick out of her anus and turned her over again with her ass in the air. I got down on my back and slipped my face under her until I could suck on her clit. She moved up and down on my face while I sucked her clit and ate her pussy. She must have given her ass a good squeeze because my cum started to drip out of her ass down into her cunt. There was no turning back. I ate her pussy with a passion, tasting my cum mixed with her pussy juice. She shuddered and came again. I felt her body suddenly relax from the sexual tension. She tapped me on my shoulder. "Enough! Please!" I crawled up beside her and french-kissed her. I still had a mixture of her sweet juice and my semen in my mouth. She stuck her tongue in my mouth and then licked my lips. "Delicious." I blew the candles out and pulled the sheets over us. I think we were asleep within minutes. A couple of hours later, I woke up and looked over at her. She was sound asleep, looking very peaceful. My dick was hard and I realized I never taken my cockring off. I didn't want to wake her but there was a movie going on in my head and I needed some release. I didn't want love and I didn't want commitment. I only wanted pleasure. I brushed my nipples with my fingertips and they were instantly hard. What a weekend! With mixed thoughts of my tête-à-tête the day before and the incredible sex I just had with my wife, I stroked my penis, first full-fisted, and then just rubbing the glans on the head of my penis. It wasn't long before I came on my hand. It wasn't a lot of cum, and since I already had the taste of cum in my mouth, I licked my fingers clean. The movie was still playing in my head. What would my next sexual adventure be? I was asleep in seconds. A Spring Tete-a-Tete We were lying on the bed, my head facing his crotch, his facing mine. He kissed my stomach, my thighs, all around my crotch. I again grabbed his ass and pulled his dick toward me. I wanted him in my mouth, I wanted to suck him, and I wanted him to cum down my throat. I felt his warm mouth engulfing my cock, again deep-throating me like it was the easiest thing to do. I started sucking on his dick, taking in as much as I could. I wanted to give him the same pleasure that he was giving me. Little by little, I was able to swallow most of his dick. I was thrilled by the way his body smelled, the sounds he was making, the taste of the whole experience. Rick was great at what he did. As it turned out, I wasn't that bad either. We were sucking each other like there was no tomorrow. I was sweating and so was Rick. It was almost like being all oiled up. I could feel the volcano building. I was starting the climb to the top, as it were. I sucked on Rick's cock furiously. I wanted it to be simultaneous. I was afraid that if I came first, I wouldn't bring him to orgasm the way he deserved. I was going to cum and there was no turning back. I know that I had his whole cock in my mouth. I was sucking him like there was no tomorrow. My hips were pushing into him and he was pushing into me. He was fucking my face and I loved every second of it. I started to cum in a way like I had never cum before. My level of excitement was incredible. Just as I started to shoot, I felt Rick's body tighten up. Moments later, his cock started shooting a torrent of sperm into my mouth. I held onto his ass for dear life and sucked him as hard I could. My mouth was filled with his cum. It was not unlike my own except there was a lot if it. I swallowed as much as I could, savoring its flavor, but there was still some spilling out of the corners of my mouth onto my beard and moustache. I knew I would be smelling and tasting Rick's semen for quite a while. I was spent and so was Rick. We each got up and looked at each other. My cum was on his face and his was on mine. There was only one thing to do. We kissed in a heated embrace, swapping our cum for an incredible snowball. I didn't want to kiss another guy. I only wanted to suck him. It was a little more than I bargained for but it was truly the perfect ending to our tete-a-tete. Rick lay on the bed with his handsome penis flopping off to one side, still slightly engorged with blood, a few drops of cum spilling onto his thigh. It was a pretty sight. As I got dressed, Rick asked me when we could see each other again. I told him that it was an unbelievable experience that I wouldn't mind doing again but that I didn't know when my wife would be going out of town. I told him to just check out the "Dirty Bird" every now and then and maybe, just maybe we could build on our efforts. There were certainly other things that I would like to do to him and have him do to me. I walked out of his building into the spring air with a new look on life. I had experienced something that I only dreamed about. It was more than I expected. My thoughts were interrupted by the ring of my cellphone. Caller ID told me it was my wife calling from the Hamptons. "Hi, honey." "Everything OK?" "Yes." "Did you have a nice day?" "Oh, yeah." "What are you going to tonight?" "Oh, just gonna hang out and relax." "Well, don't do anything without me, if you know what I mean." "I can't wait until you get home. I'm going to fuck you silly." "I can't wait. See you tomorrow." I hung up my phone and clipped it back on my belt. I noticed that my fly was only half-zipped. I was in a neighborhood where that might be taken as a hint or an enticement. I pulled up my zipper. After all, I was straight. But I couldn't get the new movie that was playing in my head to stop. In fact, I was trying to create the next chapter. I took a deep breath of the warm spring hair. I could still taste Rick in my mouth. When I get home, I nice single malt would cleanse my palate. Until then, I was going to savor the flavor and rewind the movie.