matured with rugged tits part4
by Hot Milfs Blog“That was it for me. I’ll never get married again. I don’t think I’d ever
be able to trust another woman as long as I live. If I could get along
without sex I’d never even look at another one. Now the only contact I have
with any of them is for sex, pure and simple. I’ve been doing the swinging
thing for a few months and I’ve learned I’m up for anything so long as it
makes me feel good and has no strings attached.
“You know the whole time we were married I never once cheated on that
bitch. Not that I didn’t have the chance either. I had lots of chances to
cop a little trim on the side and never once did. I even had a few guys
proposition me, like you did back when you were a kid. I can’t tell you how
many times I’ve looked back on that and other offers I had and have kicked
myself for not taking advantage of them.”
I’d been listening sympathetically as Eric unburdened himself, but that
last line nearly took my breath away. There was no doubt that I still found
him incredibly sexually attractive; I’d been jacking off for years
fantasizing about this hunky man. Now it seemed that he was making himself
available to me. Still we’d just become reacquainted and we had a lot
riding on our business relationship. I didn’t, couldn’t do anything that
would jeopardize that. I didn’t know what to do so I didn’t do much of
anything. I made some inane remarks about how hard it must be for him; how
I felt his pain; how he’d meet someone, some day who would make him change
his mind about romance; bullshit like that. We ate a great lunch and
talked business, but it was really hard to keep my mind off what was
between Eric’s muscular legs. We went back to the office with no further
reference to sex.
The remainder of the week was so busy for both of us that we barely had
time to do anything other than the routine. There was still much to discuss
and plan. For this reason on Friday afternoon I asked Eric if he’d be
willing to work on a long range plan with me on Saturday. He looked a
little disappointed, but said, “sure not a problem. What time do you want
to meet?”
“Are you sure it’s alright, you didn’t have other plans made, did you?”
“As a matter of fact I did, but it’s nothing I can’t put off. The meeting
is more important.”
“If you’re sure, I’ll meet you here say 10:00 tomorrow morning?”
“That’s fine. See you tomorrow.”
“Great.”
I couldn’t help but stare at his bubble butt as he left my office. That
night I spent a long, slow session stroking myself to an immense orgasm
just thinking of swallowing him whole. It was somehow very satisfying,
because now I felt that I had a chance to turn it into reality. I just
didn’t know how soon that would be.
The next morning I arrived at the office at 9:30. I was dressed casually
in a polo shirt and a pair of dockers. Eric arrived at just before 10:00,
carrying a couple of containers of Dunkin’ Doughnut coffee and wearing a
pair of baggy sweat pants and an old sweat shirt. The fabric of the sweat
pants was so soft and worn that you didn’t have to look hard or stare to
see that there was a fat cock swinging loose just behind the material. I
began to think that his purpose in life was to sexually torment me.
“So,” I asked, “were you able to rearrange your plans?”
“No. I was going to entertain a couple from Connecticut, and I was hoping
they’d come down later in the evening and spend the night so that we ccould
party after I finished here, but they have a wedding to attend back home
tomorrow afternoon, so we left it for some other time. I gave up at least a
couple of great blow jobs for this meeting. You owe me big time.”
I wasn’t sure how to answer that, though I thought of a couple of ways, but
I just kept my mouth shut and we got down to work. At about 2:00 it dawned
on us that we were hungry so we call out for pizza delivery. It was about
6:00 when we both decided we’d had enough and it was clear we’d made
significant progress. We worked well together.
Eric stood, giving a man sized stretch. When he did, his shirt rode up
exposing his hard, flat stomach and the flaxen down that surrounded his
navel and then trailed downward toward his prize. As my eyes gazed lower I
stared right at the head of his dick. When he stretched backward it had
pushed forward and was now right in front of my face clearly outlined
beneath the soft material of his sweats. The head alone was the size of a
hen’s egg. I guess my mouth dropped open and I was staring.
The next thing I heard was a chuckle followed by, “see something you like?”
“Yes,” I barely whispered, “and I see something I’ve wanted for almost 16
years. Can I have it?”
“Seems only right. I should have let you have it back 16 years ago, so I
guess I owe it to you. And for sure you owe me a fantastic blow job
because that’s what I missed out on this afternoon.”
“Then,” I said grinning, “I think we can work out a deal. Do you want to
do it here or would you like to come back to my place?”
“Tell you what. I’m super horny, it’s been awhile since I’ve been with
anyone. That’s why I was disappointed at missing out on the Connecticut
couple, they both have very talented mouths. I’m good to go for at least
two or three rounds. If you don’t mind I’d like it quick, down and dirty
here and now. Then once the edge is off we can go back to your place and
do it again slow and easy. You up for that?”
“I am if you are,” I said. Was I ever? Eric sat down in his chair again
and then swung it around toward where I was sitting at the end of the
table. He stretched out, spread his legs and then grabbed the top of his
sweats with his thumbs and pulled it down and hooked it under his large
ball sac. His cock was plumping out and rising right before my eyes. By
the time I got out of my chair, came around the side of the table and
kneeled between his legs it was standing steely hard, a full 6 1/2 inches
of the thickest manmeat I’d ever seen. I was easily as big around as it
was long. In the flesh it was even more beautiful than I’d ever imagined.
I’d waited so long for this. I felt as though I were dreaming. I took hold
of it in my hand feeling its velvety soft warmth. I gently pulled it
toward my face and flicked my tongue out to capture the small clear bead of
man honey that had just formed at the slit. I tasted him for the first time
and went wild. I dove down on that meaty hog and didn’t come up for air
until he was moaning like a bitch in heat. I was determined that he was
going to get the best blow job of his life; I was certain I was going to
give the best blow job of my life.
He couldn’t stand it. He was too hot to just kick back and enjoy it. He
grabbed the back of my head with his strong opened hands and pumping into
my mouth. He began slowly, but as we both became more comfortable and sure
of each other’s rhythms the speed pick up. It was as though he’d been
suddenly unchained. He stood up so that he could drive himself deeper,
never letting go of my head. We bonded, mouth to cock, a virtual fucking
machine. All I wanted was to drink from the essence of his being, to feel
him gushing his pent up juices into my mouth and down my throat. I felt
his balls tighten up, his breathing become more labored and his body
tense. Then it happened. His cock swelled and pulsed and he shot. There
was almost not enough room for both cock and cum, but I took gulp after
gulp. There was no way I was giving up a single drop.
When he’d regained his composure, breath and ability to speak he looked
down at me, my mouth still stuffed with his now softening piece. He was
grinning from ear to ear.
“Hot damn, bossman. That was the best head I’ve ever had, bar none. If
that’s what you can do on your knees with my britches still on I can’t wait
to be naked with you in a bed. I hope you liked it as much as I did, cause
if so it’s my guess neither one of us will ever bitch about working late
again.”
I slid his cock from my mouth, kissing the head as I did. I looked up at
him again and just smiled. But he was right. Naked and in bed made things
much more interesting…but that’s a whole other story.