I ran into an old girlfriend on line. Well, I looked her up. She was married, two kids, and the American dream. She was not getting a lot at home. We were each others life-line. She lived vicariously through my sexual exploits of the past and I listened to her as she told me of her several extra-marriatial affairs. Her husband is a workaholic and never seemed to have time for her, but always the time to chat online and jerk himself off to whtever hot picture or chat he could find.
I am married as well, but had always felt that I left my bi-side a little short over the years. I would day dream about cock and getting fucked, but never had the nerve to do a damn thing about it. When I walked away from my bi feelings, I had been seeing a man that was loosening my ass up for a his monster cock. I simply walked away and never called him or sought out the touch of another man.
But, I was in agony. I thought about nearly all the time. I want to be fucked. I want to be taken by a man with a large cock and fuck me into oblivion with his monster dick planting his seed deep in my bowels. I wanted to be the center off attention with 5 large black men each taking their turn with me, getting drilled for hours and each of them breeding me like a white bitch in heat. I wanted to be bent over the kitchen table and have a large breasted woman drive a fake rubber cock in me. I wanted to cum without ever touching my dick. I wanted to cum like a woman.
Tracy wanting nothing more than to be fucked. She craved cock as much as I did. She had done some bi activity in her past. She knew of mine as well, just not to the extend that I had just shared here. We spoke on the phone and I could tell she was excited to hear from me. I knew she lived nearly an hour from me, but I was pretty happily married and did not want to fuck that up.
However, my anal cravings were nearly driving me mad. I would lay in bed after my wife and had gone to work and I was dream of that man that would lie me in the middle of his bed, rim and finger me till I came all over my chest. I would then suck his monster cock till he shot his load all over me.
Tracy confided in me her desires for cock and/or sex. She missed the features of a woman that would make out with her and eat out her pussy for hours. I did miss going to an adult book store and getting my cock sucked by expert cocksuckers and then getting on my knees to take a few large members in my mouth.
We would talk for hours on yahoo messenger and even on the phone from my private office. I told her one day that I thought that I was more bi and that I wanted to be fucked. She sat in silence on the phone. I told her I would love to have girl strap on a rubber cock and bend me over and make sweet love to my ass for as long as it took for me to cum in a large puddle in the middle of the bed.
She cooed at the idea as she slipped her hand under her dress and frigged herself as I regailed her with the idea of allowing a girl to do that to me and the story of my last male lover. She came on her hand and asked me if we could meet soon and she would make my fantasy a reality and we could kill two birds with one stone. I could make her cum again and again and be regular lover in her life and she could fuck me like I had been wanting for nearly 3 years.
I told her I would think about it, but she told me not to think long as her husband would be going out of town and her mother could watch her kids that very weekend. I had one day to make up my mind. She did warn me that if I did not come over; she had someone else in mind and I would never get the offer again. I thought about it for nearly a whole second and agreed to be there that next Saturday morning for a day of "fun".
I had a couple of days before I was to be at Tracy's and I thought of every excuse to get me out of the house that day, but I was in luck when my wife called to tell me that she was going to go with her mother that day to visit her sick aunt in Chicago. I was in luck all the stars were starting to align for this sexual encounter that I have been long thinking of and jerking my cock to for nearly three years.
I was on cloud nine for the next couple of days. I had not seen Tracy in years. I never even asked to see a recent pic of her all I had to go off of was what he looked like nearly 10 years ago. She was a very beautiful girl. She was nearly 5'8, long curly hair, a great set of boobs that she never told anyone the size of they were in 38ddd range but larger and she kept her pussy very clean. The one thing that I remember from the last time we were together was we were in Chicago and when this hot blond rolled by I looked at her and I caught her looking at her as well.
I was too young and stupid to deal with dating an openly bi woman. So, we had soon ended it after that day. I missed her for years and our last conversation was less than ideal as we got into a heated exchange with me calling her a dyke and her calling me some gosh awful name.
Saturday morning. I got up like any other day and starting messing around in the garage waiting for the wife to leave for the day. She soon came out of the house with a bag and it was then that she told me she was going to stay the night up there. I told her that I was going to mess around the house and then I was going to go hang out with a buddy of mine from school. I gave her the impression that I was to be out all night and that there was not much reason to talk later. I told her have a good time and she was gone.
I made a bee-line for the bathroom. I trimmed up and jumped in the shower. I made sure that ever nook and cranny was clean. I did not want to leave anything to chance. I pulled on some shorts and gold shirt and was soon headed down the road. I made the hour drive in 45 minutes. I was nervous it had been a while since I stepped out on my wife, but I was so horned up I could care less.
More to come. I hope you like the first part of this story. email me with bitches, moans or ideas Joey i69nwind@yahoo.com