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Featuring Dan Lauria
In 2000, I begrudgingly accepted a job at the Starbucks on the corner of Sunset and La Brea. But I was happy to have a job after dropping out of my graduate acting program to actually pursue my dream of acting. Aside from the scores of homeless people who were repeat âcustomers,â we got a few celebs. One night, Linda Evangelista. Another morning, some guy from Days of our Lives. And almost every day, Dan Lauria, who would always get a cup of decaf.
Iâve always had a soft spot for him from the The Wonder Years. Each day Dan and I would exchange a shy smile as he paid. It really was my first brush with anyone who was a celebrity and to see him in his everyday life was thrilling for me. It got better. I joined the Hollywood YMCA and one guess as to who was a member there. YES! Dan Lauria. We would exchange shy smiles but I was never sure if he recognized me when I wasnât covered in coffee stains and yelling about Grande Lattes.
Back to the Hollywood Y, circa 2002: I did some mild workout involving machines I donât know how to use and decide to get into the hot tub. I scoot to the end and relax in the warm water with some old people talking about being old. A burly man gets in the hot tub and starts walking hot tub-style towards the end where I am. Something happens. I donât know if the fat lady in the floral one-piece blocking the stairs trips him or if he is trying to avoid the skeletal 95-year old gent who tried to bring his cane in, but suddenlyâĻwait, not suddenly, it was slow motion because he was in water, this man falls on me. I come face to chest hair withâĻ..Dan Lauria. We smile shyly at one another. He mumbles something about being sorry. I mumble something like itâs OK.
After a few awkward stares, I decided I had enough soaking and head for the showers. A few minutes later, I was finishing drying off in front of my locker when Dan surprisingly entered. The locker room was empty as he went to the locker three doors down from me. By this time I was just about to put on my clothes and Dan was just starting to pull off his trunks. This put my face about 3 feet away from a nice looking cock and a pair of hanging balls that looked to be a good size. His cock was soft and around 4 inches long so I figured it was a nice size hard. I had to be careful thinking like that as I could feel myself start to chub up a little.
âSorry again for the hot tub.â Dan said, his voice breaking me out of the trance I was in, and after my head jerked up to meet his eyes.
âDonât worry about it. Accidents happen.â I said as I stood up and give him a good view of my junk.
I saw Danâs eyes go down to my cock and stay there for several seconds before looking back at me and smiling. He didnât seem shy at all as we continued to talk and he wasnât in any hurry to get his clothes on. While I found the hair on his chest compelling, my eyes were drawn down to what was swinging lazily between his thighs. Not overly thick except at the base, but the length; easily more than 4" completely flaccid and was breathtaking.
âYou knowâĻâ Dan said, his voice breaking me out of the trance I was in, and after my head jerked up to meet his eyes he continued. âYou should do something about that.â
What he was commenting on was the condition my dick was in, because I was as hard as I could remember being and he correctly reasoned that I had an erection because of staring at his cock.
âWell, maybe you can help me out with that.â
âI guess itâs the least I can do.â He said as he move closer to me, calmly reached down and grabbed both our cocks in his hand. It would have been a sight if anyone had entered with Dan holding both of our cocks and rubbing the tender tips together, but when I felt my dripping dick press against his I forgot about that altogether.
âHow about we get out of here?â Dan said, letting go of our cocks and reaching around me to grab my ass and pulling me close. And while I wasnât expecting the kiss he gave me I didnât fight it and when he slipped his tongue in my mouth I dueled with it while our erections performed a similar ballet down below. With that, we threw our clothes on, made it to my apartment as fast as we could.
It took me a ridiculous amount of time to get the key in the lock but after I managed to get it open to allow us inside, Dan closed the door behind us and pushed me gently against it and kissed me again. We both were fumbling with our belts and fasteners. Danâs pants and underwear was first to hit the floor as I quickly dropped to my knees.
As I stopped for a moment to admirer his cock again before I grabbed his nuts and started stroking them at first. Then I cupped them in my palm and rolled them around as his cock began to grow. Soon it was pointing in my face, at a full 8â. I stuck out my tongue and flicked the head of his cock before my tongue slid down the side and back up again. I was licking him with vigor as I felt my cock flutter uncomfortably in my jeans. So I reached down and unzipped them, allowing my dick to fall out. With that taken care of for the moment, I grabbed the base of his cock, wrapped my lips around it and swallowed half of his dick.
It had been months since I had been with anyone and I was excited to be sucking off Dan Lauria of all people. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the smell of his crotch and the wet sounds of my lips sucking his erect shaft. The sensation of that cock sliding almost out of my mouth then, back in till it touched the back of my throat was incredible.
âItâs been awhile since I had my cock sucked.â He told me as he watched me working on his cock.
âDamn youâre good.â He added as I forced myself to deep throat even more of his thick dick.
All of a sudden, Dan grabbed my head and began fucking my face. His hips moved slightly at first as I continued sucking on his cock, but as Dan moaned his approval as his hips sped up. I could feel myself about to gag, but this was a once in a life time opportunity. I was blowing Dan Lauria. So I fought to keep from chocking and I let him shove his big dick deeper and deeper down my throat. I couldnât hold his entire dick in my throat for very long, but Lauria didnât seem to mind when I pulled my head back and again started working on just the head of his dick. In fact he let go of my head, placed his hands on his hips and just stared down at me as I sucked him expertly. He was a  good looking man and I couldnât believe how lucky I was to milk him.
âYou are going to make me cum if you keep doing that.â Dan warned.
I wanted his load so I began bobbing my head up and down his shaft as his nuts bounced invitingly against my chin. I reached up and tugged at his nuts again. They were now sweaty as my fingers curled around them and he moaned with satisfaction. By now I was sucking his cock wildly, giving him fast and strong suction around his beautiful thick shaft. I was in heaven as I felt Dan thrusting his hips into my mouth to make me his personal fuck.
âIâm going to cum, Iâm going to cum.â The old man called out excitedly as he fucked my mouth faster and faster. âGet ready. Iâm going to unload! Damn! Here it comes!â
Dan pulled his dick out of my mouth, let go of my head and wrapped his hand around his wet cock, stroking generously. Then I received his first shot of cum on my face from his squirting dick. After his load of cum was dripping down my chin when he stepped back, squeezing the last bit of cum from his cock. Dan was looking down at me and smiling as he quickly put his cock in his pants and zipping it up.
âThat felt mighty good.â He told me as I quickly wiped the cum off my face as I got to my feet and started jacking my cock as fast as I could.
Suddenly Dan got down on his knees and pushed my hand away. Then he slid his tongue up the underside of my shaft and wrapped it around the head, sucking vigorously. Fuck! Who would have thought that Dan Lauria could suck a cock I thought as he swallowed more and more of my cock, deeper into his hungry mouth. After a few minutes of this, I was finding it hard to hold back as he bobbed up and down my prick. I grabbed his head firmly in my hands pounded my cock into his mouth. I felt myself tense up and with one final thrust, my crotch was pressed against his face as my cock exploded deep down his throat. Surprisingly, Dan swallowed most of it, but some dribbled down his chin. My cock slid in and out of his wanting mouth as I finish my orgasm. As he pulled away, I noticed a few drops of cum spilling out of his mouth before he wiped it away which put a smile on my face.
âMaybe we could do this again sometime?â I asked as I helped him to his feet.
âWellâĻ maybe.â He said and winked.
The Dr. Gordon Story: Part 1
I began seeing Dr. Gordon a few weeks ago about some problems I had been experiencing. It was not until our second or third meeting that I felt comfortable enough to discuss my sexuality. I am married, but also play around with a few friends when the wife is not around.
I explained to him that I have been attracted to older men all of my life, and wondered where these feelings could come from, since I was never abused and always had a father in my life. In the back of my mind I was hoping that he might be gay too. Those hopes were crushed a bit one afternoon when he received a call from one of his kids. Foolishly, I assumed he was straight â although I should know better given my own escapades.
About two weeks after I began discussing my preference for older men, I visited Dr. Gordonâs office at 4 PM on a Wednesday. I previously met with him every other Thursday, but his secretary called the night before and asked if I would mind rescheduling. I told her it wouldnât be a problem.
When I arrived at the office no one else was in the waiting room and neither was the secretary. Dr. Gordonâs office door was slightly ajar.
âThomas? Is that you? Please come in! My secretary took the rest of the day off.â
I had just finished work and was wearing my shiny loafers and a gray, pinstriped three-piece suit. It was a bit hot that day, and before walking in the door wiped my forehead with a handkerchief.
Once inside I saw the sight you see here. I was mesmerized.
âI was feeling a bit under the weather today and canceled my other appointments. The AC is broke and I needed to cool off a bit. I hope you donât mind me relaxing. If I woman saw this she may think I was sexually harassing her!â
I smiled and so did he. What was written in our eyes said more than a thousand words possibly could. I sat down beside him without speaking, put my hand on the back of his neck, and drew him in as I began kissing him deeply and passionately. Our cocks were rock hard at this point, and Dr. Gordonâs had finally popped out of his trousers completely.
It was beautifully shaped: long enough to pleasure me, but small enough to comfortably suck without deep throating. I lowered my head to begin sucking it, but was thrown back onto the couch before I could.
Dr. Gordon was now on top of me. He removed my jacket and threw it onto the floor, and began unbuttoning my vest and the shirt underneath it, revealing the top half of my hairy chest. He began sucking ferociously on my right nipple, occasionally giving it a playful bite.
I did nothing but moan and run my hands all over his body. I was in a trance.
He continued to unbutton my vest and shirt, removed my suspenders, and then opened my trousers. His tongue trailed slowly from the center of my nipple down to my underwear, which were soaked in precum at this point. He found the smell of a man, and inhaled it deeply as if it were smoke, exhaling only after it reached the deepest part of his lungs.
Dr. Gordon pulled down my underwear to my ankles and began to suck and lick my balls in a way no man had before. I alternated between closing my eyes in ecstasy and keeping them open to admire his beautiful face and body.
As he bathed my balls with his spit, precum began to ooze down onto his tongue. He traced the precumâs origin to its source, and sucked the remains of it from the tip of my cock, which he soon began to lick like a lollipop before devouring it in full. The doctor clearly wanted my load in his mouth, but I wanted this to last longer. I lifted my legs in the air, grabbed his face, and pushed it into my hairy hole.
The snapping sound of his tongue penetrating me echoed through the room, combined with moaning and groaning from both of us. We transitioned into a 69 position, with my face toward the floor and his cock beneath me; Dr. Gondon lifted his back slightly and continued to rim my ass, as my lips slowly moved down his shaft â tasting drops and drops of precum. It was the most refreshing drink I could have on a 90 degree day.
âThomas! Iâm going to cum!â
âLetâs cum together Dr. Gordon.â
Me and the doctor laid on our sides in the 69 position, with each otherâs cocks in our mouths â racing to taste each otherâs loads.
And then, almost simultaneously, we shot our loads. We sucked and sucked until not a drop remained. I began to go soft, but the doctor was still rock hard.
âI took one of the blue guys about an hour before you came. Since the day you walked in Iâve had my eyes on your chubby ass, that always tantalized me from behind your tight dress pants.â
When I heard this my hole involuntarily relaxed and opened like a door, ready for Dr. Gordonâs cock.
âBut I also want you to give my ass a good pounding too, Thomas.â
âIâve dreamed of fucking and being fucked by you since our first appointment, Dr. Gordon. When I fuck my wife I imagine it is you.â
âThomas, I would be lying if I said I have not done the same with my wife! We are both dirty, nasty old men.â
âIndeed! And I would not have it any other way.â
Me and the doctor began kissing more, and soon my cock was hard again. Â Dr. Gordon reached into a drawer beside the couch and pulled out a bottle of lube. I took it from him, but then placed it on the ground, opting to get his hole wet with my tongue instead.
âFuck my ass doggystyle with your tongue Thomas!â
I circled my precum-soaked cock around the doctorâs hole until it slid inside effortlessly. It was extremely tight, and fit my cock like a glove. I moved in and out slowly, with hard inward thrusts in between.
âYes, thatâs it. Thatâs the spot right there.â
I continued for a bit longer, but didnât want to blow my load just yet.
âDoctor, itâs your turn.â
Dr. Gordon lifted my legs over his shoulders, put a healthy amount of lube on his cock and inside my ass, and proceeded to pound me as if he were an 18-year-old.
âYouâre going to make me cum! Please donât stop doctor! Right there! Fuck me right there!â
With each thrust a gush of cum erupted from my cock, sliding down from my balls and onto the doctorâs cock, lubing my juicy ass up even more than before. The sight of it made Dr. Gordon lose control.
âArrrrrrrrghhhh. Fucccccck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck yes!!!â
I felt his cock throbbing inside my ass. I grabbed both of his hands while he pounded harder, and they began to tremble. Dr. Gordon looked up toward the ceiling and closed his eyes, as his beauty, fatherly wisdom, and genes filled my ass and entered my bloodstream.
He fell into my arms while I embraced him, laying next to him on the office floor for what seemed like an eternity.
It might as well have been. It was 8:30 PM and our wives had called dozens of times. The âdo not disturbâ feature on smartphones is a blessing.
We kissed before leaving, not wanting to leave each other so soon.
The next morning, Dr. Gordon called and asked if I would be busy on Saturday. He suggested that our wives get to know each other, since it would make it easier for us to spend time alone. I agreed.
After hanging up the phone I closed my eyes, and replayed everything that happened the previous evening in my mind â stroking my cock until streams of cum shot onto my chest.
A Day at the Beach
This story was written by a good friend, @ukubingelela inspired by my trip a couple of weeks ago to the nude beach. I was a little reluctant to post as it makes me sound like Adonis, and Iâm most certainly not that. But I think itâs a pretty awesome story and well worth the read.
I encourage you all to take the time to read it and show it some love if you enjoy it.
Thanks, Keir
There is a passion which we both share and thatâs visiting our local nudist beach. Weâve been doing it for years and feel the same excitement today that we did the very first time we ventured together to this beach and exposed ourselves for the very first time. My vivid memory of that first visit is not the lying naked in the sun but the most incredible sex that we experienced together over the dunes a short distance back from the water. To this day there are few visits that donât involve us sneaking back to our special place for an extended session of lovemaking, or for a quick fuck, or a perfectly administered blow job from my very sexy wife. This ensures we are able to keep ourselves under control when in view of the other visitors. Sometimes itâs my wife who drags me back there when she notices me getting hard to the point where it could become awkward. Iâm a lucky guy!
Unfortunately our climate makes frequenting the beach impossible during the winter months and so this time of the year brings more than the usual joys of spring for us. It comes with the anticipation of getting outdoors and stripping naked. Exposing our white winter bodies to the fresh air and the warmth of the sun.
So here we are on Victoria Day weekend. While some are in their gardens planting, tradition for us is to make this weekend our first visit of the year to the beach. Thereâs been some drizzle but Saturday arrives with enough sunshine to allow us to get outdoors and most importantlyâĻto get naked.
We leave early and are one of the first to take our place on the sand. Our clothes disappear without a second thought and we both lie back feeling the sun warm our bodies. I spread my legs and feel the sea breeze explore the places that have been hidden under layers of clothing for the last 5 months. My neatly trimmed cock and balls are being stimulated by the cool breeze and even my arse today is reacting to the feel of the air. With this our first visit, Iâm feeling extremely horny and am willing my cock to stay down. Fortunately itâs early and the beach is practically deserted. For all the years Iâve been doing this Iâm surprised at just how sexually charged I feel and tell my wife who quickly agrees. Something seems different today but diferent in a very good and exciting way.
Thatâs when we see him. A guy on his own with a presence about him that Iâve never witnessed before. Heâs an older looking guy but the way he moves himself in his beach shoes, his great fitting jeans, short sleeved shirt that shows a well defined chest and arms, and his grey baseball cap is mesmerising. Heâs clearly a man who leads an active life and who clearly enjoys taking advantage of every day. The best way I can describe the sudden feeling I have is that this is a man who is truly alive.
I find myself unable to take my eyes from him and then experience the shock of my life, my cock has grown noticeably. How the fuck can a guy be having such an effect on me. Quickly I arrange my legs to hide what is happening but Iâm not sure if itâs in time for both him and my wife to not notice. I drag my eyes away in order to get myself under control. Neither seem at all perturbed if they did notice.
The next thing that happens both excites and scares me because of the impact it again has on me. This man places his towel about 30 feet from us, not too close to seem odd but close enough to see him in great detail. He looks over to us, smiles and gives us a quick friendly greeting before going back to his business of settling in. He looks like someone who hasnât done this very often as he looks a little apprehensive. Iâm impressed all the more that heâs going ahead and with the courage to do so alone. The wedding band makes me wonder why his wife isnât with him.
What a great looking guy with a short trimmed goatee, and distinguished short grey hair that only enhances the sexiness of this alpha male.
His jeans show an incredible looking arse and, as he bends and straightens, the bulge in the front shows something very impressive being contained there. Why canât I look away?
Having placed his towel, he sits and starts removing his clothes. Thanks to my sunglasses Iâm able to watch very closely what happens next. This man is addictive both in physique and in manner. Iâve given up trying to ensure my wife canât see what Iâm doing and note that sheâs doing the exact same.
First he removes his shoes and socks. Beautiful slim feet with well pedicured toes. His enjoyment is clear to see as he digs and wriggles those sexy feet in the sand. Heâs clearly very happy to be here. His hands go briefly to his belt and he hesitates. Definitely this isnât something he has done much if ever before. Instead he goes to his shirt and begins unbuttoning it while looking ahead at the water. The squint from the sun on the water only enhances this manâs incredibly handsome and sexy face. As he unbuttons he reveals a magnificant abdomen with the most delightful skin of a light golden colour. Thick but perfectly trimmed salt and pepper chest hair covers his well defined pectorals. The covering is perfect as it doesnât hide the most incredible nipples Iâve seen on a man.
He sits briefly shirtless, leaning back on his hands and taking deep lungfulls of the fresh morning air. A firm stomach and great looking arms. Itâs then that I notice his hands. If everything else wasnât already perfect, the prominent veins displayed on his hands actually cause the first drop of pre cum to appear at the tip of my cock. Iâm no longer shocked or confused. I know now that I need my wife and I to get to know this man far better than is possible with 30 feet separating us.
What a sight it is to see this utterly masculine man enjoying the air and the sun on his fit and hairy body.
Again a look of apprehension from him but only briefly. His hands go back to his belt and this time thereâs no hesitation.
His fingers expertly unbuckle the belt, release the button and lower the zip. Without pause he settles on his back lifts his hips and then OH MY FUCKING GOD! I hear my wife gasp as he pushes his jeans down and reveals a cock that is truly magnificant. The weight is impressive as I, from this distance, hear it flop against his thigh and rest there regally. His balls hang between his legs; big, juicy, perfectly formed and perfectly shaved. I can see each crease of the sac holding his golf sized balls. And to top off this unbelievable sight, everything sits below the most beautifully trimmed grey pubic hair. I realise that Iâve also gasped when he looks over at the two of us and gives a warm natural smile before looking back to the water. If he was apprehensive about visiting the beach he can be in no doubt now that the locals are friendly and extremely welcoming.
I can tell the effect that this man is having on my wife too as there is the unmistakeable smell of her essence. I look and see her vagina exposed and juices freely flowing from her lips to the towel sheâs sitting on. Iâm now fully hard with pre cum oozing down my shaft, intoxicated by the sight of this man and the smell of my wife as she gets more and more turned on. Itâs impossible for this man not to notice the effect heâs having on the two of us. He remains relaxed and is clearly enjoying the moment.
Again I try and calm myself down and look to my wife who is glassy eyed with lust.
Just when weâre beginnning to get ourselves under control he stands, takes a towel and walks fully naked to the waterâs edge. A groan from my wife this time as his long hairy perfectly shaped legs carry him to the shoreline. His buttocks are perfect, flowing up in to a blemish free back that looks like a Greek statue. My sunglasses are now off to ensure I miss nothing.
Suddenly I feel my wife take my hand and pull me across the sand, over the ridge and, before weâre fully out of sight, sheâs dropped to her knees and swallowed my painfully hard cock all the way to my balls. Her nose pressing in to my body trying to get more of me in her. Sheâs always been a highly sexually charged women but this frenzy to suck my dick is both new and an incredible turn on for me. Never before have I seen my wife take my 7 inch cock straight down her throat so effortlessly. Is it no longer an impressive size to her since seeing the horse cock lying, almost arrogantly, on the leg of our new neighbour?
Another strange feeling hits me full force, Iâm looking down and watching my thick shaft disappearing between my wifeâs lips and Iâm suddenly no longer me. Iâm the man whoâs next to our towels back on the beach. Iâm seeing his cock sliding in and out of my wifeâs mouth and with this I push forward unexpectedly and hear my wife gag. Gag as she surely would trying to accomodate the entire length and thickness of this other man. With this thought Iâm unable to control myself and my balls erupt, emptying my load straight down my wifeâs throat. My knees can barely keep me upright.
After we recover we discuss what has happened to us. As Iâm explaining the effect this man has had on her husband she surprises me by inserting a finger inside herself and is clearly turned on by this revelation. When I finish she tells me matter of factly that weâre going to get to know this very special man intimately.
We see you walking back from the water and the towel you took with you youâre using to cover yourself in a very discreet manner. To us looking closely we can see exactly why. Although youâve taken a dip in the icy water your cock is noticeably bigger than it was earlier and lazily swings between your legs as you walk back to your towel. You are big. It rests on the still impressive balls, defying the cold of the water and hanging perfectly. Itâs the perfect proportion of your dick and balls that makes me certain that there isnât better looking genitalia on this planet.
We all approach our towels at the same time and you initially look a little awkward. However, once you see us both fully exposed, you drop your towel and innocently tell us how cold the water is.
Itâs clear that Keir finds my wife attractive and I become the observer of the flirting that commences. I know my wife well and can tell that she needs this man and I see Keir giving my wifeâs body many admiring glances. Itâs my wife that offers to show Keir the hidden secrets of the beach. I follow as she leads him over the same sand dune she took me earlier. Almost the same scenario as before except itâs Keir that takes my wife in his arms and kisses her passionately on the lips. This is a man who clearly is an expert at reading a situation and taking what he wants. I naturally allow this dominant male to take full control of this small group.
When my wife says, with no shame, that it certainly doesnât look it while staring directly at your manhood we all laugh and instantly the ice is broken.
We introduce ourselves. Your name is Keir and indeed I was right, it is your first time visiting a nude beach and youâre checking it out in the hope of bringing your wife the next time. Our towels are now all moved together and weâre sitting, talking , laughing and you look like a natural whose been doing this for many years also.
I watch as my wife responds by wrapping her arms around this incredible body. Instead of watching my wife I find myself watching Keir and specifically his cock as it grows to itâs full magnificent length and thickness. I watch as pre cum drips copiously down his shaft and instinctively lick my lips as I watch the first drop follow the contours of the thick veins that cover this masculine, almost angry looking cock. I watch it slide from the shaft to the balls and finally to the sand. Iâm desperate to know how that drop tastes and Iâm fully hard and leaking more than I have ever leaked just watching this flowing river of nectar.
Keir wastes no time and drops to his knees, burying his face in my wifeâs gaping and wet pussy. My wife cries out with delight as I can see his tongue disappear deep inside her as he expertly stimulates her clitoris with his tongue and nose.
Iâm amazed as I watch my wife almost immediately experience the most intense orgasms Iâve ever seen her have and she takes his head in her hands and pulls his face more deeply between her open swollen lips.
Iâm now a complete voyeur as Iâm masturbating furiously at the scene before me. Iâm desperately trying to hold off cumming as I want to enjoy the remainder of this scene to the fullest.
Without asking for the go ahead, Keir stands, turns my wife around, bends her over and slides his long thick vascular cut cock deep in to her open waiting pussy. It seems to go in for ever and the sound of suction and the slurping of my wifeâs juices from her earlier orgasm is driving me in to a complete frenzy. I watch the shaft disappear and then withdraw until only the tip of this incredible cock remains inside. It then disappears effortlessly back inside her time and time again. With each thrust my wife is crying out in pleasure.
I have never been this turned on and take my finger to scoop up the pre cum dripping from the slit of my cock and taste it for the first time ever. In my mind this is Keirâs juice and I almost lose control and shoot my load. Iâm determined to hold off though as I need to cum at the same moment Keir does.
Iâm certain that this man knows what heâs doing to me as heâs taking every opportunity to bend his knees, lean his body forward and so expose his hot juicy arsehole for me to see up close. Every time he does this my knees practically give way. Theyâre trembling and feel like jelly.
It takes all my willpower not to approach him from behind and slide either my cock or my tongue deep in to him as heâs deep within my wife. I can tell, looking at my precum soaked cock, that Iâd slide in easily but I have no way of knowing how heâd respond..I wish then I had the confidence to take what I need in the way he did my wife. Iâm in total awe of this man and know at this moment I would do anything he demanded of me.
Your strokes are quickening, the sounds are now exquisitely hot as cock and pussy juices combine and the smell of the sex of these two incredible bodies has me in a state of euphoria. You begin groaning and announce that youâre cumming.
If not for your hold on my wife she would surely have collapsed as another orgasm rips through her and has her literally screaming with delight; a guttural animal sound that comes deep from within her, a sound Iâve never been able to cause.
I watch as your balls and haunches tighten, and you begin pumping your seed in to my wife. With this sight I start ejaculating rope after rope of cum on to the sand before me.
I know what I have to do and as you slightly lose balance and step back I attack my wifeâs entrance with my mouth and tongue and devour the combined juices that you and her have produced. Iâm greedily licking your cum that is dripping down my wifeâs inner thighs. Eventually Iâve taken all from inside her and yet I search for more. Iâm disappointed that my wife has nothing left to feed me.
Itâs then I hear Keir say âYouâve missed someâ.
I turn around to see what you could mean and see you smiling and looking down at your still semi erect delicious looking cock thatâs covered in yourâs and my wifeâs cum. And then I hear the words that change ours and our wives lives in the most exciting of ways forever âWhat are you waiting for?â you say.

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