Rendezvous and recognition Part 2
She'd obviously returned sooner than expected and us lovers had been at it for a considerable while, completely carried away, I noticed it was dark outside now. Paul had slipped out from my hole and was now lying on his side facing me "Well that's done it but it was comming I suppose, wasn't working, that marriage, so" He giggled "She finds us fucking!" I gazed at him, penis now hanging limp yet still slippery with sperm...my arse felt sore...but I would have let him do it over again if he'd wanted. So we got dressed in silence..I asked him to let me know how things went...and if I could help at all...he promised, above all we wanted to keep in touch.
A week passed, not an hour of which passed without my recalling those intimate events ... his lovely plump buttocks kept comming to mind and I longed to have my hands on him..and I was worried, these domestic bust ups can be nasty. In the end my wife asked me what was wrong. Well our own marriage was faltering, that was obvious, so I told her - everything. There was hurt and some bitterness - but not much surprise on her part, she said she'd suspected it...that I might be gay or at least bisexual...the point was, what did we want to do? We both took time to consider before getting together again. For my part, well I wasn't going to give up being with Paul...aside from that I was willing to do what I could to make things easy for her, whatever she wanted to do, she was a young and very attactive woman. In the end, it was the concept of "an open marriage" that resolved the difficulty, we remained fond of one another and aside from the issue of my sexual leanings saw no reason to initiate a major upheaval. I moved into the spare bedroom.
When I heard from Paul the news wasn't good, we arranged to meet somewhere to discuss it, somewhere out of the way. It had been nearly two weeks since he'd fucked me and I was feeling the need for him....silly, I'd even borrowed my wife's dildo and used it...not the same of course but it shows my desperation. We'd picked a quiet spot and had intended to just talk things through, it didn't quite work like that since. As we met it became clear that we both had other things on our mind, looking around we saw dense bushes at the bottom of the clearing, sauntering down we made our way into a shaded spot completely invisible from the track...ny mouth was dry with anticipation as we undid our clothes, not a word was said. We stood naked from the waist down fondling our pricks as we approached each other - I always love this part, where he reaches out and there's that first contact, the feel of his fingers on you. Paul looked even more sexy standing there half naked with his prick standing up - just for me - and the fact that it was broad daylight made it even more exciting. Slipping an arm around Paul's waist I began to fondle his prick, I looked at him and saw his triumphant smile "Made it...didn't think I'd go without this for much longer!" I chipped in "Me too, I've gone to sleep thinking of you even after wanking off!" We stood quietly enjoying what we were doing - we'd both had lots of experience with other boys after all, Paul told me that after the scandal broke, he'd remained inactive for a few terms but then picked up with a little dark eyed French/American boy - with whom he'd had loads of fun! So, as we serviced each other I got him to tell me what it was like, I remembered the plup curly haired morsel...it added a spice to what we were doing since I felt twinges of jealousy at the thought of my golden friend being pleasured by the little brunette. There's something about a blond's prick, I swear it...they are a lovely pale colour and the pubic hair is somehow far less in evidence and they taste different somehow, yes I was on my knees for a bit sucking him...Our hands had begun to stray but this wasn't the time or the place for other things...didn't want to spoil things with a quick fuck either...better to make a thorough job of what we were doing, so we concentrated on feeling and stroking as we masturbated each other...so satisfying just by itself....and we could clearly see what we were doing, unlike up at the lookout!
Paul began to shake and I slipped a finger up his arse as we came, only reluctantly withdrawing it after. Panting after this release we steadied up and discussed events...both were happy with my own solution at home...it opened up possibilities for us too but Paul's wife was proving difficult - she came from a very religious family, even insisted on being fucked with the lights off! She was praying for his "cure" meanwhile but had agreed to separate beds....which he said meant that he was now free to fantasise and masturbate as much as he liked...I told him about my wife's dildo and what I did with it...he unfortunately had nothing like that and would have to wait for my prick up him..which of course had me all stirred up again...him too when he saw me hard once more...I told him that of course I'd have preferred to have him doing me...! That set us going, by now we were casually feeling each other's pricks, I looked down at his...it was beautiful seeing it in daylight I looked up at him - he too was smiling "You know, we are so lucky, even to be doing this with each other...all those years ago, I'd never have dared dream...we'd be doing this...what are we going to do? You have a lovely prick...ah God, I need it up me..." We were both breathing havily and soon we came again. Calm once more I suggested..."Why don't you visit us...my wife is already getting fucked by various boyfriends, she's playing the field....stay the night?" It seemed a good idea and we arranged a date....it was to prove to be sooner than we had planned.
I took his call at work, Paul was agitated, his wife had been in lengthy discussions with her fundamentalist Pastor, the upshot of which was...they wanted to come round and exorcise him. I told him to jot down details of the conversation...then to bring his stuff round. Meanwhile I explaine to my own wife what had happened. At first inclined to giggle she soon sobered, reluctantly agreeing that having Paul as a guest would be OK....so long as we kept hands off each other when she had visitors....we agreed she'd do the same with her 'friends'...not a problem as it turned out.
At last...Paul drove round and I introduced him to Margaret my wife...she was slightly cool but thawed after a while..I could also tell that his stunning beauty was having an impact...which she was obviously trying to ignore. Eventually we headed for the bedroom...for some reason both were self conscious..then suddenly I remembered how it had been, those showers at school, the delicious shiny pink flesh of the boy with the pouty red lips and sultry looks, the luscious jutting buttocks...so unattainable...and I'd so longed just to have his prick in my hand...why not I asked myself so "Paul...let's share the shower...what do you think...only this time...I'll be able to touch you...you don't know how badly I wanted it...watching you was hell, I was terrified of being caught with a hard on...?" He gave me an exasperated look "Oh, ok then...could be rather nice actually". The shower temperature just right we stepped in, riverlets of water ran down his smooth body, his erect penis poked up and I felt his hands on mine..we stood there smiling at each other "This what you imagined then?" He asked. I had a lump in my throat "Yeah, this...and more...much more...God you're a wet dream come true, I used to perv. at you in those showers, God knows!" He was smiling broadly now "Wet, yes certainly but not a dream...I'm about to suck you" I stood there as he sank to his knees, his fair head bobbed back and forth and a delicious feeling stole over me - bliss! Rising, he asked...shall we fuck in here then, I've never done it in a shower?" Neither had I and I wanted to try it, badly...we were standing there gazing at each other, carried away "Silly pair aren't we? Queers, that's what we are...look at us...." Here I got the soap and rubbed it over his nipples...they felt lovely after...all pointy and erect...with the same soapy hand I grasped his penis...it made a lovely lubricant "That's nice, very nice" He said as he stood there, next I spread lather over his buttocks, obligingly he turned his back placed his hands against the shower wall...in that position I couldn't resist "Paul, darling...please Paul...can I...oh please...." He whisperd shakily "Yessss, do it....I want you to....yes, please...."
I spread the soap in the cleft of his glorious mounds, spreading it up and into him, this and the warm water should do, I thought.....he turned his head "ready" was all he said. I gripped his smooth flanks and pressed close...my penis seemed to search him out of its own accord, with only minimal thrust, I entered Paul, I heard him gasp as I did so, looking down I could see I was already half up him, gently I let myself penetrate him for my full length, then paused. "You, you, are right up - aren't you....feels like it...oh you're deep...take it slowly...there, in out...this is the way...being fucked in the shower...oh yes...get it in...in me...right up....steady!" Like this I had a wonderful vbiew of my prick as it plunged between his beautiful mounds. As I thrust in he bucked back and it was almost a dance, the water running down his gleaming body as he began to writhe, reaching down his front I was able to grasp his lovely prick while with the other arm around his waist I caressed his smooth flesh...Paul was sexy, so sexy and he was enjoying it, no question...after maybe half an hour he was sobbing for me to let him cum but it wasn't what I'd planned, instead I deliberately let myself go pumping his buttocks full then as I slid out, swiftly took his place "Paul...fuck me....please...I've been fantasising this ever since we last....please Paul, do it to me, take me...please" His hands were shaking as they grasped my hips, with a quick thrust I felt him press past the barrier, then a long smooth slide up...a pause, then the fucking began "Paul's fucking me, Paul's fucking me" kept going through my brain, I pictured his beautiful prick probing me and squirmed with excitement...then the touch of his fingers around my own penis, carefully masturbating me as he fucked....I knew I belonged to him then...he could do whatever he wanted with me...was doing it now in fact...fucking me..I was whimpering and he began to thrust harder...something let go internally and I began to shudder...it was hopeless and then I felt the change...Paul was about to cum, he was moaning and began to bang his hips against my buttocks, I let go and shot some more then.....he slowed, his grip relaxed and he slumped forward against me....I still couldn't believe it was real, that I had Paul naked beside me in a shower, I put an arm round his waist and ran my other hand over him..I felt insatiable.
Emerging from the shower we dried each other off...."My God...I always wondered what it would be like...doing it in the shower...I feel all weak and wobbly, don't know about you...As we slid into bed and lay in each other's arms I wondered...just how much sleep we'd get and then - how wonderful it was to be there naked and able to do whatever we liked and as I pondered this, my hands were already roaming his sexy body, he drew me close and I lapsed into slumbers. Some time later I awoke, Paul was pressed tight against me, he was erect, a finger slipped between my buttocks and into me, I lay there enjoying the attention as I too grew hard "Paul...do you want to...you know..?" "Yessss...but only if you want it too" So I turned on my side and relaxed, I was still half asleep but felt my lover enter me and lay there while he had his pleasure. Next morning, with wobbly knees we arose, Margaret was already up and about and greeted us with "Morning boys...er..get much sleep?" We both looked sheepish and when her vistor walked in to the room, so did she. He was a pleasant seeming fellow, I recognised him actually - one of her colleagues "well" I thought, "if someone is going to be fucking her - I'm glad it's someone like him!" I made a note to ask her what it was like....we'd always got off on imagining the other partner at it with someone else after all, she caught my eye and raised an eyebrow..."Penny for your thoughts" she seemed to be saying!