Kik notification pinged
"Rachel and I just had a big fight. She ripped up this year's Valentine card and threw it in my face. She never done that before. Now she won't have sex with me. So I am currently sleeping in the spare room. All because I told her you can deep throat..." Tom texted.
Oh... I didn't think me sucking him off that night, under Wallingford bridge, had this much affect on his marriage? Yes, It may of been the wrong thing to tell your wife that a random woman you had been seeing, whilst you were trying to repair your marriage, could give better head than your wife! ... No, that definitely wasn't a good move. But, too late, he has said it now. Maybe it was said during a row? Maybe about who's turn is it was to load the dishwasher or who will take the dog for a walk? But I definitely wouldn't mention 'deep throat blow jobs' to your wife, that's pure mental torture. Naughty Tom!
This made me giggled out loud... I made myself comfortable in the armchair. Sitting in the lounge as my house mate Emma, was cooking tonight's dinner: roast chicken with all the trimmings. Like usual, 53 channels and nothing to watch. Another boring quiet dull Sunday.
Kik notification pinged
"Hi sexy, hope you don't mind me texting you? But it is Sunday. I miss 'our Sundays' Hope you are well?"
"Hi Clayton. Pleasantly surprised to hear from you. I just had a heavy week at work but now relaxing at home... I think about you too... sometimes. Especially on Sundays. I do miss Matthew and you.... Kiss kiss emoji" Send.
I sigh heavily with sadness and drop my phone in between my warm naked tanned thighs. Then I drift off reminiscing the Sundays of the past, the times I was with Matthew and Clayton Anderson. Two extremely handsome brothers. Both with different talents and sex appeal. But both sharing one amazing thing in common, a big long cock. 8 inches. Clayton always reminded Matthew that his cock actually measured 8.5 inches. When super aroused, it was 9.3. He insisted on us remembering that fact. However, Matthew was the better looking brother, taller, smarter and with his dashing handsome smile, he could win over anyone he desired. I wish he was here. I do miss him terribly, especially now after what happened with Tinh; that guy spent graduation ignoring me which made me kiss Alex which I later found out was his friend; who in turn turned out to be a liar and a cheat....Although sadly, I did have this amazing sexual connection with him. If he was truthful from the beginning, would we still be together? But could I really sleep with a guy, knowing his wife was clueless about me? There was great potential. The sex, if we had it, would of been amazing. As that night, at the Spires hotel, was super hot. He was for one night, my heavenly sex slave. That night, I had him tied down both wrists and ankles, naked, on all fours with his fat cock wrapped up with rope...he was also blindfolded and helpless ready to please his new mistress. I milked his fat cock for about a hour, edging him into submission. When ever he was about to climax, he make out a big groan... So I would abruptly stop. Precum then would dribble out. I would suck it off with a firm powerful lick on the helmet with my tongue, making him groan louder in ecstasy.
I was so looking forward to the next night where I was planning to tie him up and in reverse cow girl position, fuck him so hard and fast. I had all this planned in my head where his rugby player well built body was naked on the bed, feet tied up. Balls squeezed hard using a rubber band making them juicy looking to suck. Desperately wanted his thick curved cock inside me. My pussy was so swollen milking him that night. It took alot of self control to not to ride that beautiful fat cock that night... Sadly, all this is now a distance past. I cut ties with Tinh and Alex. Wanted them out of my life. To move forward.
Ok, I will find a nice fuck buddy on Tinder... Thinking of Clayton's sexy body, opened up my Tinder app and start scrolling through the left and right swipes. Ooo, a photo of an very sexy man caught my eye. He looked about 5 foot 10 inches. Stocky build, very short crew cut blond haired and piercing blue eyes. It was a photo of him in black motor biking leather jacket and matching throusers. Leaning against a sexy sports bike. This was not just any sports bike. This was Triumph Daytona 955I in lightening yellow, 130 brake horse power. Triumph's super bike which I know goes from 0-60 in 3 seconds. Top speed 160 mph ... Basically 'sex on wheels'
'Hunter A. Age 28 years old. Job Security guard. Location High Wycombe. Recently moved from New Zealand. Looking for fun times only wink wink emoji'
Ooo, and he has a blue star on his profile. I am definitely swiping right for a guaranteed match. This guy has super liked me, big grin appears on my face. But will wait for him to message me first, he can do the gentlemanly thing, right?
“Dinner will be ready in 45 minutes Jas!" Emma shouts out from the kitchen.
"OK" |
