Quickie with a BBC in the bathroom
I’ve been working as a courier for a small law firm for three years now. Once a week, on Thursdays, I arrive at a huge office center on the outskirts of the city and hand over a stack of contracts to the purchasing department. Everything is always the same: a pass at reception, an elevator to the fifth floor, a smile to the secretary, and back. A routine I was already tired of. But one day, everything changed.
It was early March. I was standing at the counter waiting while a girl in glasses checked my documents. The door to the open space office was slightly open, and I saw him. A tall, broad-shouldered black man with short curly hair. He was standing by the window with a cup of coffee in his hand laughing about something while talking to his colleague. His white shirt stretched across his chest so tightly that I couldn’t help but hold my breath. He has beautiful hands, strong wrists, and perfect posture. I felt something click inside.
I started arriving earlier seemingly at the right moment. The third time, I heard his name was Kevin. He’d been working in the IT department for six months. I casually asked a girl I knew at the reception, «Does he have a phone number? I’m having trouble with the printer at the office. Maybe he can help.» She smiled and dictated it. I saved the contact as «Kevin_office.»
(more…)Nighttime BBC blowjob on the street
We arrived at the bar around 10 PM. We were a large, noisy group of twelve. These are old friends, a couple of colleagues, and a few new acquaintances. Everyone was relaxing after the work week. My wife Lena looked absolutely stunning in a short black dress with a plunging neckline that accentuated her magnificent boobs. She was dancing and laughing, and we were all having a great evening. We were all already very drunk and excited by 3 AM.
Then we decided to go outside and have a smoke, and a guy we knew came with us. Troy is an athletic black guy who works for a sports channel. We sometimes ran into him at parties. He was charming and easygoing. We stood in a quiet alley behind the bar, smoking and talking. The conversation somehow smoothly turned to topics of sex, fantasies, and relationship boundaries.
Alcohol and fatigue took all the brakes off. When my wife shared her sexual fantasy about a threesome, Troy smiled. I felt aroused. We moved a little deeper into the shadows. My wife, without a word, knelt down on the asphalt between us. First, she unzipped my fly and pulled out my hard cock, then almost immediately turned to Troy.

Life is just beginning at 60
I never thought that at 60 years old, my life would only truly begin. My husband Colby, and I were together for forty years. He has always been my support. But he had a severe stroke three years ago, followed by heart and prostate problems. The doctors said physical intimacy was now impossible for him. Pills and injections weren’t helping. Colby lay in our bedroom looking at me with guilty eyes.
I cried for a very long time at first. And then I realized I was still alive. My body, which I’d hidden for forty years under robes and old dresses, suddenly began to demand its own. I’m sixty, but I don’t want to lie in the same bed with a man in silence. And then we talked. It was a very honest conversation.
I felt so sorry for my husband that I cried. Colby took my hands in his trembling ones and told me he loved me and didn’t want me to suffer. He himself said that if I needed men for sex, he would agree to it. I know he’s always loved me, and even now, in this situation, he thinks about what’s best for me. That’s what we decided. No affairs, no feelings. Just the body. Just pleasure.
First, I took care of myself. I signed up for a gym, although at first I was a little embarrassed. My trainer was a young woman who worked out diligently with me, and we even became friends. I began to feel much better and more confident.
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