The fourth time I sucked Sam Caldwell’s cock was at my house on a Saturday morning. It was more than just a BJ. It was a teasing game of cock worship the likes of which the world has never seen, or at least Sam has never seen.
My husband left after breakfast to drive to somewhere outside of Albany, New York, to pick up an antique chest he found on Craig’s List. He would be gone all day.
Sam, who usually bicycles with a fast road ride group on Saturday mornings, complained to his wife Bonnie about the lack of experience and bike handling skills of a few new group riders, making the peloton dangerous. He told her he would do a long sixty or seventy-mile ride by himself instead. Bonnie was going out with her “C pace” thirty-five-mile group ride. For the life of me, I can’t see the attraction of bike riding.
As anyone who has had an illicit affair knows and I was quickly learning, creative planning of opportunities is required and Sam cutting short his long Saturday morning ride and riding only the 6 1/2 miles to my house was creative indeed.
I put on a powder blue cotton spaghetti strap crop top and darker blue boy shorts. I bought both the day before, purposely to greet my sweaty guy at the side kitchen door. I kept watch through the window over the sink with its view of our long gravel driveway.
I made a fresh pot of coffee. I got out two clean mugs. I put my special coffee creamer, a bottle of Bailey’s, on the table. I looked out at the driveway again.
I was excited. I never felt so sexy before in my life. Not a chance I would ever wear what I had on anywhere else, certainly not without a bra or panties, but there at my house waiting for my lover I never felt sexier. Every minute that passed I grew more sexually excited.
I went into the mud room and looked at myself in the mirror on the back of the door. At thirty-eight years old, I was more fit than ever. I turned and checked out my butt. It didn’t look as flat as I always thought. All those years of insecurity over my looks, all the negative comments from my husband telling me I needed to work out more, all the time in the gym being leered at by creepy men, and now, finally, probably because of Sam, I had confidence! Sexy confidence. My hair looked good, and while I knew my legs were still my best feature, my boobs were what always seemed to attract the most attention.
I turned this way and that in the mirror, making sure that my boobs looked good from all angles. I slid my hands under the short top, pinched my smallish nipples, and gave both a twist. They came to life and became apparent through the material. Perfect.
The next time I looked out I saw Sam working his way down the gravel driveway on his skinny tired bike.
I watched until he dismounted and positioned his bike against the side porch post. He lifted his water bottle from the bike to his lips, and when he tipped his head back to drink, my heart swooned. It was a nice day, the temps dropping since Labor Day, so while Sam built up a sweat on his ride, he wasn’t dripping with perspiration like he might have been back in the sweltering heat of August. His fit body, stretched tall as he drank, looked so sexy to me. My eyes focused on the bulge in his tight bike shorts. In the bright sunlight, I could make out the dimension of his penis in his shorts and wondered what that soft meat would look like in those tight Lycra shorts when it almost doubled into a full erection.
I poured myself another cup of coffee and put in some Bailey’s. I pinched my nipples just before picking up my cup. I opened the door, leaned against the jam, and said in my most sultry voice, “What took you so long lover? Not anxious to see me?”
“I had a flat but did the fastest patch job ever. Wow! Look at you!”
“I need to wash my hands before…maybe I should take a shower before I even touch you.”
“Come in, Wash your hands here in the kitchen, have some coffee, no shower. You already showered this morning, right?” Sam nodded. “Good, I want you just like this. How much time do we have?”
“Two, two and half hours, at least. I told Bonnie I was gonna do about 60 or 70 miles.”
While Sam washed his hands, I poured a cup of coffee. We talked about the craziness of creating our opportunities. We confessed our obsession and hunger for each other. We talked about how long we had known each other and brought up memories of the instances in the past when we had found each other attractive.
He told me how difficult it was for him to act cool when we all went to the shore during the summer we first met. Tom and I, along with him, Bonnie, and their two young boys, spent a week in a rented house. The young boys loved Tom and me. It was the first time Sam saw me in a swimsuit.
“The first day when you wore that flowered bikini…My God!”
“The hyacinth print.”
“Yeah, your image in that was burned into my brain forever. I can’t tell you how many times I masturbated to that.”
“Really? Aah, you say the nicest things,” I said laughing. “I remember that week and how sexy it made me feel to catch you checking me out. And how sexy you looked with your board shorts so low on your hips that I thought they might slide off! I’ll admit too, that with your abs and the “V” below them, I’ve rubbed myself off more than once imagining they had.”
“Tom is every bit as fit as me, if not more so.”
“Yes, he is, but his “V” points to a much smaller cock. Even back then, I knew that. Now I know there’s a big difference in staying power too.”
I noticed Sam adjusting himself. I moved around the kitchen island to pull him to his feet. We kissed and I rubbed his cock through his shorts. It was already rock hard and angled toward his hip.
“Come here,” I said and backed up, pulling him to the mud room, looking down at the prominent bar in his shorts.
When I closed the mud room door I turned him towards the mirror. I stood behind him and pressing my chest against his back I peered around him to watch my hands go to the zipper on his jersey and pull it all the way down until it opened to reveal his abs and the chest strap for his heart monitor. He unhooked that and pulled it off.
I peeled his bike shirt off, the Cliff bars in the pockets made it feel heavy. I hung it on a hook and went right back to snuggle him from behind. He smelled so good to me. My hands went around him to caress and stroke his shaft through the Lycra.
“I know I’d still love this if you weren’t, but I’m glad you’re…so gifted.”
“Pretty average, I think.”
“And that’s why you’re so lovable. Come, let’s go up to the bedroom.”
In my sun-drenched bedroom, we stood beside the bed kissing. I enjoyed feeling his hands on my ass, pulling me against his hard lycra-clad cock. I had seen Sam and other guys in bike shorts before, but I had never seen a guy with a hard-on in bike shorts before.
I turned us so his back was to the bed and pushed him as hard as I could, catching him off guard enough to fall onto the bed with a bounce.
I immediately bent over and stroked his lycra-trapped cock. He held himself up on his elbows and smiled at me. I kissed the length of the covered shaft and teasingly knawed on it. After a moment, I grabbed the waistband of the shorts and tried to pull them down. He smiled smugly and calmly said, “The drawstring is tied.”
I reached in and found a bow in the drawstring. I released it by pulling one of the ends and worked the waistband to expose the beautiful tip, already leaking a little precum. I kissed it away. When I hooked my fingers in the waistband, Sam instinctively lifted his butt, and I peeled them down and off.
I stood and looked at my naked guy lying on the bed in the bright daylight pouring through the windows. His cock was at full attention. I was still dressed, even if a bit scantily, and for some reason, that gave me a sense of control. I also liked what I saw, knowing it was Sam who inspired my sudden appreciation for the male anatomy.
“Did you shave your pubes?”
“I took my hair clipper to ‘em, more of a close haircut than a shave.”
“Did Bonnie see it?”
“Yeah, she likes it, what do you think?
“Looks different, looks good, but I’ll let you know.”
I bent over and placed my hands on the bed, on each side of Sam’s hips, and took the head of his cock in my mouth to take in the precum that surged during our conversation. The taste of precum is so different from cum, with a clean, delicate flavor.
Sam reached to the top of the mattress and snagged a pillow to prop up his head. I moved a little to make sure he had a view of my boobs down my top as well as his cock in my mouth and made sure my eyes remained locked on his. I bobbed hard on him as if I was in a hurry to suck him off into my mouth. Maybe a minute after he exclaimed, “Oh God, Jane, no one sucks cock like you,” I stopped.
I went down on my knees on the carpeted floor and pulled on the backs of his knees. He scooted down along the mattress until his balls were at the edge of the bed. Perfect. We had at least an hour and a half, and even though my pussy was already weeping into my boy shorts, I would be taking my time.
I nuzzled my face into his balls and, inhaling deeply, enjoyed the strong scent of him. I stuck out my tongue and tried balancing one of them on it, and when it slipped off, I drew the whole sphere into my mouth. I opened wider and took in the other testicle along with it and rolled them both around inside my mouth with my tongue. I wrapped my fingers around the base of his shaft.
When Sam started moaning, I was elated! Here I was doing something to him I had never done to any man before, something that the mear thought of just a month earlier might have repulsed me, and not only was Sam loving it, but I was too! The crewcut he gave himself down there didn’t hurt either.
I was tempted to move further down and rim his ass but even though he had already been there with me, and I liked it, I wasn’t quite brave enough to do that yet.”
Instead, I licked and kissed my way back up along his shaft toward the tip that seemed to be pouring out clear, delicious pre-cum, forming a small puddle on his lower tummy. I scooped it up with two fingers, coated his shaft with it, and, on pure impulse, began rubbing it all over my face. I was hugging his cock to my cheeks and nose, and lips as if it was a furry little kitten! I was hamming it up for the man who was watching me with a delightful grin on his face. I felt so naughty!
I let up on his cock, which had become a deeply enraged purple. With full eye contact, I moved catlike up to kiss him on the lips. “Have you ever tasted your precum?” I asked.
“Of course,” he answered, “But never from a woman’s face.”
“Another first.”
I kept stroking his cock while we kissed, and after a while, I could tell it was having the desired effect. I gathered another dollop of the clear secretion onto my fingertip and put it in my mouth like I was taste-testing a fine chef’s sauce. I gathered another and presented my finger for Sam to suck clean, and he did with a satisfying hum.
I moved back down, and as I did, Sam’s cock hooked inside my crop top to slide between my tits. I smiled broadly.
“You’re the devil, Jane.”
“The devil is definitely a man,” I said as I rotated my tits around and across his fully engorged cock in a kind of sexy upper-body figure-eight dance, “but I sure feel like I could be his daughter right now.”
“I believe it! You are getting me dangerously close!”
“That’s my evil plan!’
“So exquisite, so excruciating!”
With my hands, I helped the hook of his cock pull my top off over my head and shoved it aside. I took his cock back in my mouth and forced myself to engulf every inch, pressing my nose against his abdomen. I held there for a count or two, successfully fought off my gag reflex, and then took two more deep strokes. When I pulled off, his cock was wet and slippery, and I began to stroke him off.
“Cum for me baby, I want to watch you cum.”
Only a few seconds, a few more strokes before he blasted his first spurt in a high parabola that landed squarely on his chest between his pecks. The second one landed high on his stomach, and the third just above his naval. As his cock throbbed in my grip, the rest of his cum oozed out of his tip and flowed down the shaft and over my fingers and thumb. The odor of it was intoxicating and made my pussy tingle. I can’t be the only woman who is turned on by the scents of a man, but today, having ridden his bike after his morning shower Sam already smelled erotic to me, and his cum smelled divine.
While Sam was recovering with his eyes closed and his head flat on the mattress, I lifted my fingers to my mouth to lick them clean. There was so much cum!. Then I took his softening but still rigid cock in my mouth and cleaned all the perfectly salty cream from it before licking around the base through the close-cropped pubic hair. I looked up to see he had pulled the pillow back under his head and was watching me as I worked my way upward licking every drop from his skin along the way.
“That might be the sexiest thing a woman has ever done to me, Jane.”
“Good, because I’m really doing it for me. I love the smell and taste of your cum so much.” I made a show of slurping the last of it, the first shot that landed on his chest.
When I was done, he exerted pressure under my arms to pull me up further into a kiss, a ferocious series of kisses, before pulling me up further to have my dangling tits present my nipples for him to nibble and suck.
To my surprise, Sam pulled me up further until I was straddling his face, with my hands gripping the headboard. For as much I had grown to enjoy being eaten by Sam, I had never been so bold as to straddle his or any man’s face before.
“Perfect,” he said, “Your pussy is dripping wet and ripe for me.” He pushed his tongue up for contact and dragged it slowly upwards along my slit releasing juices to flow down into his mouth.
His hands firmly gripped my buttocks, keeping me still. It was good. It forced my focus on the sensations of his tongue and lips. He was good. Methodically sucking my bean and kissing and licking all the right places at the right times, he was almost casual about it, confidently sharing his skill, experience, and love. It was not long before my pelvis began to roll, despite his hands on my ass trying to hold me in place, rocking my pussy less and less gently against his mouth. Everything escalated quickly as preorgasmic surges welled up deep within my core. My entire body began to writhe and hump Sam’s face. He began to moan, and the vibrations from his mouth set me off completely.
I’m amazed I didn’t smother Sam. In my orgasmic throes, I had widened my knees and pressed down harder on his face with my pussy, humping and grinding against his mouth with complete abandon until I grew too sensitive for contact of any kind. I released the headboard, pushing until I fell backward onto him to roll away from his lips and tongue. I was surprised when my shoulder made contact with his again hard cock. I turned my head and moved enough so I could take it in my mouth. Yes, oh yes, he was ready.
His oral stimulation had me craving his hard cock for a good fuck. My extreme sensitivity had subsided, so before he made any other move, I positioned my body to lower myself down over his shaft. I will never forget the sensation of my hand sliding down along his shaft as I filled myself up with it.
I fucked him like that for a long time, switching from simply grinding back and forth on him and luxuriating in the way the base of his hard cock rubbed my clit to lifting and lowering myself almost the full length of his shaft until my legs could take no more. Sam’s hands moved from my hips to my tits to my shoulders to my neck in no particular order. Sometimes, his thumb would rub my pearly button, other times, he would grab my arms and guide my hands to rub myself. Occasionally he would support my thighs and butt to lift me while he jackhammered up into me at a machine gun pace.
I don’t reach orgasm easily, but after maybe five minutes of riding his cock, the first one completely took over my senses, and for the next fifteen minutes, they seemingly didn’t stop. One after another, with just brief interludes between them to give me a chance to lean forward and kiss Sam passionately and appreciatively, my body kept cumming.
His staying power was incredible. Sam later said it was probably a combination of the biking, the blowjob to start, and the fact that I was on top. “Fuck me! Fuck me,” I finally screamed.
Sam immediately rolled me off as if I was weightless. The brief moment that his cock was out of me was shocking until, in a second, he was on top of me in missionary position, his full weight driving that big hard cock into me. My entire abdomen spasmed as my final orgasm took hold of me and clamped down on his cock. I love feeling him cum, the way his body tenses, along with his deep guttural grunting when he pumps even that much harder as he releases into me.
In the aftermath, laying on the bed with my head on his chest, we talked about how incredible the sex between us was. I was glad he thought it was as unbelievable as I did. We admitted to each other that neither had experienced sex anything like we did with each other.
Eventually, he asked if he could take a shower so finishing his ride back home would give him the scent of a bike ride instead of sex.
I remained in bed, luxuriating in the afterglow of our sex, relishing the scents of his body on my sheets, and even running my fingertips over the wet spots, trying to discern which were mine alone and which included his.
When I heard the water turn off in the shower, I jumped off the bed, pulled on my shorts and top, and hurried downstairs. I poured myself a fresh cup of coffee and waited for him to join me.
“Another cup of coffee before you hit the road?” I asked when he appeared in the doorway wearing only his bike shorts.
Nah, I’d love to, but I’d better get in at least 15 more miles before I get home.
He entered the mudroom before reappearing, holding his shirt while fastening his bike computer chest strap. He zipped up his shirt and came to me, sitting crosslegged on one of our tall kitchen counter stools. He tilted my head towards him with his hand under my chin and looked at me for a long moment before sliding his hand to my neck and kissing me.
“You belong to me now,” he said.
“I do, I know I do, completely.”
“Monday, a week, I have a five am flight from the Philly airport to Houston for a contractor’s convention. I might book a room at the Hampton Inn for Sunday evening to catch the flight more easily and have a place to park the car for the three days I’ll be gone.”
“And you’re wondering if I’ll be able to find an excuse to spend that Sunday night away from home?”
“Such an insightful lover, I have.”
“It’s been a while since I’ve visited my sister.”
“What if Tom calls her?”
“They’re not on speaking terms, besides, if any reason came up, he would call my cell.”
As I watched Sam navigate his road bike up our gravel driveway, I couldn’t help but admire his butt and strong legs. The sudden tremor that passed through my body at the thought of how they drive his cock into me caused a gush of his sticky semen to flood my boy shorts. I smiled contentedly.
