My Husband’s Time in Booth #12
Hey guys. You all wanted me to share another experience with me and my husband. You’ve all been very patient, and I’m sorry it took me longer to get it out there. I hope you like it!
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Jack had been out of town on business for almost a week. I had made sure to distract myself with work when he was gone, so I spent a lot of my time alone jacking off and sleeping when I was home. He was in a completely different city from me, so I stroked thinking of him firing up Grindr and finding a local twink to ride his huge piece. I never gave him explicit permission or instructions, so it remained a mystery to me by the time I picked him up. The unknown was more of a turn on for me anyway. It felt more like legit cheating.
As soon as I picked him up from the airport, he said we needed to stop at Target to pick up a few things. It was close and on the way, so we got there in no time. On the drive, he was loving an attentive–holding my hand or rubbing my thigh when we stopped at a red light or slowed down in traffic.
We weren’t in the store long. Jack needed to pick up some essentials like shampoo and deodorant and we made out way to the cashier. After she rang up the items, Jack was paying with his credit card, and he suddenly looked at me.
“We forgot lube,” he said to me casually.
“What?” I asked him, totally caught off guard.
“Lube. We needed to buy lube. I took it with me to Chicago, and we need more,” he clarified.
His comment about him taking our own personal bottle of lube on a business trip didn’t faze me. Jack is a relatively private person, and he was bringing up our need for more lube up in front of a young cashier. I wasn’t sure if she had heard him, but she was standing closer to him than I was. I’m sure she did.
“Do you want me to go grab some real quick?” I offered.
Jack considered it for a moment. He looked down at the items left to be scanned and he decided against it.
“Nah. We can get it another time,” Jack concluded.
I could tell his admission of taking the lube to Chicago was intentional. He was driving home, and I could sense his face was about to break into a smirk. I couldn’t bring myself to ask him for some reason. It’s like I lost all guts to ask him if he dared to take it to fuck other guys in another city.
As we waited at a red light, Jack suddenly got into the left turning lane and continued through the intersection.
“Where are we going?” I asked him.
“I changed my mind. I think we should get some lube. You know,” he looked right at me, “just in case.”
We were going down a random side, country-ish road.
“Is this a shortcut back to the store?” I asked.
“We’re not going back to Target this time,” he immediately replied.
We weren’t on that road for long. After a mile or two, Jack slowed the car down, and turned left into the parking lot of a small, wide, nondescript building. As Jack parked the car, I realized we were at an adult bookstore. He didn’t put ‘adult bookstore’ in his Google Maps. He didn’t look it up on his phone. He knew exactly where this place was. He got out of the car and I followed him inside.
Since it was a random Saturday afternoon, there were quite a few people in there. Couples were discussing sex toys, guys were checking out Fleshjacks and flipping through magazine selections, and there were even some guys browsing some movies. Jack meandered when we got in the store, but he definitely didn’t stay by my side. If you didn’t know we were together, you wouldn’t guess it, because Jack was browsing almost every section in the store. He even went over to some straight porn and I could tell his bulge in his jeans was getting heavy. It seemed that he looked at everything…but lube.
Out of nowhere, Jack made a beeline towards the large, rectangular counter on the left hand side of the store. He pulled some money out of his wallet and he asked the cashier for some change. With his one dollar bills in hand, he walked towards me and kissed me on the cheek.
“I’m going to check out the booths,” Jack said as he walked towards the other side of the store.
I don’t know how I missed it, but there was a small ramp leading up to a doorway that said, “Video Arcade” in bright neon green letters. The entry way was covered with a curtain, so I couldn’t see beyond what was inside. The whole situation caught me a little off balance: Jack admitted/not fully admitted that he messed around in Chicago, the sudden excursion to an adult bookstore, Jack’s easy entrance into a back room full of porn and who knows what else.
I glanced around. Everyone was minding their own business, but I was stuck firm to the spot. As much as Jack cucking me is a massive turn on, when he takes me by surprise like this, it inhibits me somehow. I don’t know why.
As I looked around the store, I saw a young guy walk in. He was obviously in his early twenties–maybe he just graduated from college–Asian, with a backwards baseball cap and basketball shorts. He was wearing one of those shirts where the sides were cut down to the hem, so you could see his nipples, defined pecs, and flat stomach every time his shirt went the slightest bit off center. He had small gauges in both ears and was about a few inches taller than me. He looked like a Tyler or a Chad. He scanned the room, looked directly at me for a very brief moment, walked directly up the cashier and got some change. He knew exactly what he was doing. He immediately walked towards the arcade and disappeared from sight.
When I reached in for my wallet, I knew I didn’t have any change. I saw an ATM in the entryway, so I immediately took some money out. The young cashier smirked at me when I requested some change.
“Busy back there today,” he said. His eyes lingered on me for a moment as I took my money.
“Yeah?” I asked with a wave of hesitancy in my voice.
He said nothing but lifted his eyebrows in a suggestive way. Was he aware of the stuff men did back there? Or was he simply commenting on the amount of men that requested change?Maybe he saw me and Jack come in together and knew he might be having fun back there while I was left to my own devices in the main part of the store. Guys always comment or show me how they know Jack is hot. It’s second nature to me by now.
I turned around and walked through the curtain into the arcade. It was almost pitch back, so it took my eyes a few moments to adjust. Directly in front of me was a large, dimly lit case with all of the featured porn titles. I was impressed that this store had over 60 movies to choose from. The cases showed women in ecstasy as men plunged into them and college boys on their knees servicing impressive cocks.
You could either turn left or right in this dark room. I started walking to my left and found that on either side there were booths with numbers on the doors. Above each door was a red light that indicated whether the booth was occupied or not. I walked around the entire left side, and I found that it looped all the way back to the curtained entrance. In all, there were about 20 booths along both the outer wall and the inner square.
There were men standing along the outer walls in between occupied doors. They would look up from the glow of their phones and give me eyes or they would return to whatever they were scrolling through. Jack was nowhere to be noticeably seen, so I assumed his dollars were making one of those red lights shine in the darkness. I didn’t see the Asian guy either.
I decided to just check things out, so I entered booth number 6. Number 7 was also in use and it was advertised as a Buddy Booth, so I put in my money to find something to watch. I always liked places like bathhouses and adult bookstores–they always carries this wave of sex. There was only one reason to go to a place that like this, and that was to get your rocks off with whoever was there.
I chose a to watch a threesome. Two black college guys were spitroasting a cute, bubble assed bottom. My cock swelled in my hand at the notion that Jack was somewhere in here doing the same thing. I wondered what he was watching? After a few minutes of mindless stroking, a small light lit up on the panel near the screen. The small, white rectangular button had “Buddy Booth” printed on it, so I hit the button. The wall in between my booth and the booth to the right had a curtain built into the wall, and it was slowly rising with a mechanical sound.
My buddy was a businessman in a full suit–his red tie flung over his shoulder to assure that no cum would find its way into his next meeting. He was handsome with salt and pepper hair, and his uncut cock was very fat and wet. He smiled when he saw me, and wagged his hard on in my direction. The glint of his wedding ring kept catching my eye, and his marital status made my cock ache in my hand.
As he stroked himself, he indicated that I turn around and show him my ass. I spun around and slowly lowered my shorts down to my knees. If there is any body part that I love, it’s my ass. It’s round, smooth, and plump, and men love it–they always want me as soon as I show off my ass. I glanced over my shoulder at him to see his reaction, and he was stroking harder with his mouth hanging open. I reached back and rubbed my ass for him, and he nodded in agreement. I gave myself a hard smack and the sound radiated throughout the entire back room over the sound of all the porn playing.
I could tell he was getting close by the speed of his stroking. I turned back around and got on my knees in the booth. Being in a submissive place–even with a pane of glass between us–was turning him on, and my cock was raging in my hand. In places like this, my inner slut takes over. I got close to the glass and bit my lip and I nodded for him to show him that I wanted him to cum. The way he was staring at me was so fucking hot. He needed me, and he desperately needed to cum. I placed my hand on the glass as I kept stroking. I wanted to show him that I needed what he was about to give. If this glass wasn’t there, I’d be swallowing his cock. I wanted to show him that I was as desperate for his cum as he was to shoot it. In that moment, he tossed his head back and released a torrent of cum. The first shot splashed into the glass right where my face was, and the rest of it cascaded onto the floor. He looked down and smiled at his own impressive nut. He shook his cock as he slowed down and put his cock away. He mouthed ‘thank you’ at me as the mechanical curtain slowly began to fall back down. It’s as if he timed himself shooting his load until the last second.
The time in my booth was also waning, so I decided to see if Jack was finished with whatever fun he was having. I walked out, and all the men standing around looked up at me. Apparently they wanted to know who exactly had shot their load and was leaving their ranks. I did a lap around the square of booths, and he wasn’t waiting for me. I even walked back out to the curtain and peeked through. He wasn’t in the store–he certainly wasn’t buying lube. When I casually wandered around a second time, I saw there was only one booth being occupied–booth 12. Curiously, no one was on this side of the inner square. I checked the money in my pocket and went into booth 13, the last booth in the entire line.
I put a $10 bill in the machine and picked to watch a bunch of daddies gangbanging a twink in a sling. My cock was rock hard in no time. When I was comfortable with my pants down around my ankles in my chair, I smacked the “Buddy” button on my panel, and the curtain began to rise. Jack was naked from the waist down, sitting comfortably in his chair with his head tilted back and eyes closed as the Asian jock impressively slurped down his cock. Jack’s hand rested on the guy’s head as it bobbed up and down. This kid was going from head to base, deepthroating Jack’s hard on with more ease than I had ever seen. I turned down the volume on my movie completely, and I could hear Jack quietly moaning as this guy devoured his entire piece.
When the curtain made a small thud at the top of the window, Jack opened his eyes and saw me stroking my cock, and a huge grin spread across his face.
“Hey baby,” he said to me. My dick was immediately wet. He probably cheated on me in Chicago, and now he was rubbing it in my face.
Tyler popped Jack’s cock out of his mouth and glanced over his shoulder.
“You know that guy?” I heard him say as he gestured towards me with a thumb over his shoulder.
Jack lovingly rubbed the top of the guy’s head in encouragement.
“Yeah, that’s my husband,” he simply said. Tyler made a gesture as if he didn’t know how to proceed, but Jack reassured him as he guided the guy’s mouth back to his glistening, hard cock.
“He likes it. I can fuck whoever…I…want…isn’t that right, baby?”
That cocky fucker. I actually had to stop stroking my dick, because I was in danger of cumming already. I found myself nodding involuntarily. Tyler went back to sucking Jack’s cock, and Jack never took his eyes of me. He reached over and turned the tiny lock in the doorknob and raised his eyebrows at me. I wasn’t going to get in the same booth as him and this hot guy. Tyler took his mouth off of Jack’s cock, and stroked it with his hand.
“God damn. You’re fucking huge,” he said as Jack smiled down at him.
“Yeah, it’s pretty big. Stand up,” Jack demanded.
They both got to their feet and I saw that neither of them had pants on. Jack was sitting on both pairs of shorts on his chair. They started making out hard, and Jack’s hands immediately went down to Tyler’s ass. I could hear him moaning as Jack slid his finger down his crack, revealing a hole covered in black hair. Jack lifted up the guy’s shirt over his stomach and took it off, revealing a toned body with a little muscle. He was beautiful.
Jack turned him around so I could get a better view. The guy turned his head so they could keep making out, and Jack was obviously sliding his wet cock up and down the crack of this guy’s ass. Jack gave Tyler’s toned ass a playful little smack and Tyler let out a small grunt of top approval. Very slowly, Jack pushed him forward. Both of this guy’s nipples were pierced, and I could see some black stubble around them even though the rest of his chest was entirely smooth. His pecs were defined for his frame, and his biceps bulged a little whenever he bent his elbow. Where there was hair, there was a lot of it. His underarms were bushy and wild, and he donned a thick, wide happy trail that led to a nicely groomed, uncut cock. His “bro” outer exterior in the main part of the store was betrayed by his overtly sexual demeanor when out of his shorts and t-shirt. He was putty in Jack’s hands.
Jack gave Tyler a small push closer to my window and sank to his knees. He applied some pressure to the front of Tyler’s hip, and Tyler bent slightly forward.
“Put both of your hands on the glass. I don’t want you stroking yet,” Jack instructed.
Tyler did what he was told, and he was staring into my face. The moment Jack buried his face into Tyler’s ass, he let out a soft moan that fogged up the glass, and he instinctively arched his back and closed his eyes briefly. He opened them back up and smirked when he saw how hard it got me.
“You like this, huh?” Tyler asked, his eyes on my cock.
“Yeah,” I replied. It came out like a breath, so I didn’t know if he heard me. I nodded in approval.
“He’s so big,” he said. His eyes were closed again, and he let out a “fuckkk dude” as Jack licked deeper into his ass. I looked down and saw Tyler’s cock. It was rock solid, uncut and leaking like a faucet. It was about the size of mine, thick, with a gentle curve upwards. I could literally see the cum dripping off the tip as Jack reached underneath him and gave him an all-too-brief tug.
Jack stood up and bent over Tyler’s back, and Tyler reacted by turning his head and kissing him.
“You want me inside you?” Jack asked in between kisses.
“Uh huh…please give it to me,” Tyler whimpered.
Jack then looked directly at me.
“Think I should slide in, babe?” Jack asked me. I could see that one of his fingers was already sliding in and out of Tyler’s hole, and he was reacting accordingly. Tyler reached down and stroked himself as Jack worked his hole, and I nodded. He was in total alpha mode. I knew my answers didn’t really matter, because Jack was going to do whatever the fuck he wanted. He pulled his shirt over his head, exposing his big pecs and huge biceps. Whenever Jack takes his shirt off, it always revs my sex drive up. His chest and arms are always so big that I sometimes joke to myself that I’m married to a god–not a man.
Jack positioned his cock at Tyler’s hole, but he didn’t slide in right away. He is always careful to take his time with a new bottom, because he’s fully aware of how big his cock is.
“Back up on it,” Jack said to Tyler, “I want to see how badly you want it inside you.”
“Fuck, it’s bigggg,” Tyler whimpered. That cockiness he had while sucking Jack was threatened by the possibility of Jack taking over his entire body with his cock.
Slowly but surely, Tyler’s ass sank back onto Jack’s cock. Every few inches, he would come to a complete stop and whimper and breathe intently. Any time he was concentrating, his breath would fog up the glass between us, and Jack would ask him if he was all right. My husband is so patient, because he knows it’s worth it in the end. He rubbed Tyler’s back lovingly and encouraged him to take his time as Tyler leaned onto the glass on his arms with his hands clasped above his head. Every time Tyler looked at me, it was with this lustful, eager expression. His mouth agape, he would lick his lips and furrow his brow. He would let out little moans of, “Soo big…mmmm…fuckkk” as Jack sank deeper and deeper inside of him. Jack’s body looked incredible. He stood there motionless to allow Tyler to be in total control, and his body never looked better. His chest was wide and open, and his arms looked massive. After what felt like an eternity, Tyler’s ass came to a stop, and he closed his eyes and bit his lower lip–a tony grin spreading across his face. Jack leaned down over his body and kissed his neck.
“You’re tight,” Jack moaned in his ear.
“Your cock is so huge, I bet every ass you fuck is tight,” Tyler moaned with a grin, “you’re soooo deep…”
Jack placed both of his hands on Tyler’s hips and started sliding back and forth in and out of him. Every time he slid back in, Jack would gauge Tyler’s reaction to see how he was handling it, and, I have to say, he was doing just fine. This was the first time that Jack never had to really check in as he topped another guy. He slowly picked up the pace with every thrust, and every time he went deep into Tyler’s ass, Tyler let out a small, “ohhh” or “fuck yes.” In a matter of minutes, Jack’s hard thrusting was making Tyler’s muscled ass bounce and quiver. Jack was impressed with Tyler’s skills–I could read it on his face.
As Tyler adjusted and enjoyed the cock inside him, he started staring at my cock. I was slowly stroking the head and rubbing my big balls as I watched, but I was precumming like crazy. We locked eyes a few times, and I noticed that he was backing his ass back slowly–Jack was meeting him halfway with each thrust. Normally, a bottom is still begging him to go slow, but Tyler knew how to handle a dick of that size. Both of the palms of his hands were on the walls of the booth again and him and Jack found a nice, hard rhythm.
“Yeah, fuck me, dude…that dick is fucking incredible…make him watch…make him watch you giving me that huge white boy dick…”
Jack was smiling from ear to ear–clearly an eager bottom was just what he needed after a long day of traveling. He reached down and gave Tyler’s ass a smack, and the sound reverberated throughout the back room. Tyler responded with a loud moan, and he backed Jack up against the wall behind him. He was pinned to the wall by Tyler’s ass, and Tyler was riding him standing up, his beautiful ass rotating tight, hard circles in Jack’s lap. Jack put his hands behind his head and enjoyed the fucking ride.
“Yes, baby, FUCK,” Jack yelled out, “your ass…”
Tyler was stroking furiously beneath him. His cock looked like it had grown in the 15 minutes as I watched them fuck. It was still wet, and I wondered how that curve of his cock would feel inside me. Jack placed his hands back on Tyler’s hips, and he began reclaiming his status as an alpha top. I could tell he wanted to fuck the cum out of this new bottom. Tyler placed one of his hands back on the glass as Jack pummeled him, and he stroked his cock with the other.
“I’m getting your number,” Tyler whimpered out, “I love you being inside me.”
“How the fuck are you still tight,” Jack moaned out.
“Fuck me, baby…oh please don’t stop fucking me,” Tyler growled.
They were working each other hard. Tyler kept alternating from backing back up onto Jack’s piece and allowing himself to get fully drilled. It was a workout for both of them. Jack was sweating–his chest gleaned with a fresh sheen. When Tyler was bracing himself against the wall and Jack was pounding him hard, it felt like my booth was shaking. Could other men feel it too? Was everyone listening to Jack getting a well deserved piece of ass? Jack slapped Tyler’s ass again, and that pushed him closer to the edge.
“Oh fuck, dude, I’m close…fuck…dude…you’re going to make me cum…” Tyler groaned out. He wasn’t caring about volume at all.
Tyler’s moaning set Jack into overdrive. He grabbed Tyler by both of his shoulders and tugged him so Tyler’s back arched.
“Do it, dude. Cum for me. Take that fat cock…” Jack demanded.
Tyler’s eyes were clenched, and his mouth was open as he shot a thick load all over the floor. His cum didn’t seem to ever stop. By the end of his orgasm, he was backing up hard onto Jack’s cock to make sure that he had every inch inside of him. He came down from cumming and pulled Jack out of him. He immediately turned around and started kissing Jack sweetly, backing Jack up against the wall. Jack’s big hands pawed at Tyler’s ass and rubbed up and down his back. It started hardcore, but melted into sweet making out. I couldn’t hear what they were saying as Tyler reached for his shorts, but I saw him pull his phone out of his pocket and he got Jack’s number. He dialed and let it ring, so I knew Jack had his number too. Tyler got fully dressed and headed out.
I looked back at Jack through the glass. His chest was heaving and his cock looked glorious. It was still rock hard and sticking straight out. There is a heaviness to his cock that always turns me on, and it was then that I realized that neither of us came. He looked at me and beckoned me over with his fingers. I left my booth and walked over to his. He unlocked the door and I sneaked inside.
His booth reeked of fresh sex, and Tyler’s load was spread all over the floor. It was bigger than I thought it was. He shot up against the wall and on the bottom of the glass of the window. Jack was rubbing the base of his cock with two fingers, and it swung up and down slight. Even after almost 9 years together, the size of his cock impresses me. He’s so fucking big.
“You like watching that?” he asked.
“You know I did,” I replied. It was hard to be cocky back to him since he’s so good at it.
He looked down at his raging cock and looked back up at me.
“You love my cock,” he said, raising his eyebrows.
I couldn’t muster a response. I reached forward and grabbed it at the base. It was still wet and it radiated heat from Tyler’s ass. He tilted his head back and moaned as I stroked the length of his cock.
“You’re so hard…” I mumbled.
“His ass was…amazing…” Jack breathed out.
I unzipped my pants and let my shorts fall to the floor. I didn’t care if I got Tyler’s cum on them. My cock ached as I stroked Jack’s huge piece, and I was reminded of how much bigger he is than me. My cock is very thick, but Jack’s size makes me feel small even if what I’m packing is proportionate to my body.
Jack leaned down and kissed me hard. His hands wrapped around my waist and I felt his hard on smash into my stomach. He reached down and smacked my ass, and then grabbed each cheek in one of his hands.
“I love how thick your ass is. It’s always been so juicy,” he said, kissing me again. This time, his kissing was harder and sloppy. His hands reached up to my waist, and he slowly turned me around so my ass was at level of his cock. He gently bent me forward–just like he did with Tyler–and he smacked his cock on my hole. It made my body quiver and every hair stood on end. It’s so fucking heavy. He let is smack down on my hole a few times, and every time I wiggled my ass back onto him. I needed him inside me.
He got on his knees and gave my hole one lick. Just one, slow, long lick–from my taint to the small of my back–and then I noticed he reached down into his shorts that were still sitting on the chair. He fumbled through one of the pockets and pulled out a bottle of lube.
“I forgot I bought this in Chicago,” he said, winking at me.
He put some lube on his thumb and laid the palm of his hand on the small of my back. His thumb was dangling up and down on my crack. He was torturing me. Jack’s wet thumb would find my hole, and he would gently press on it, sliding the pad of his thumb inside me and then pull it out. When I moaned in protest, he would slide it back in.
“Oh, yeah, baby–sounds like you need it,” he said to me.
He applied more lube to my ass, and then he slid an entire finger inside me. I wasn’t ready for it, and I moaned out so loudly that I’d be surprised if the front desk clerk didn’t hear me. He slowly slid down to the knuckle and let his finger stay there. His fingers are so thick that I actually felt full. When we first started dating and he fingered me, he would always laugh when I asked how many fingers he had inside me. He would always only have one deep inside me, but it felt like he had three.
“You’re tight,” he breathed out. I could sort of feel his hard dick poking the side of my ass.
“You haven’t fucked me in a long time,” I moaned out, getting used to him being knuckle deep inside me.
He gave my ass another slap and he positioned himself behind me. I could feel his heavy cock at the entrance to my ass, and I met him by sliding back onto the head. I turned my head back and saw he was surprised by how eager I was. I didn’t need that little college boy to show me up. My husband may cuck me, but that cock belongs to me.
“Baby wants it, doesn’t he,” he smirked at me and bit his lower lip as I plunged more of him deep inside me. I was only about halfway down his shaft and it already felt like it was going to come out of my throat. It felt so fucking good to be full of that much cock. He gave my ass another slap, and the hairs on my body stood up again. I wanted him to take control of my ass. I wanted him to reclaim me, so I stopped backing up. Jack tightened his grip on my hips and slid further into me.
“You need a deep dicking, don’t you, baby,” he said. Cocky fucker.
“Uh huh,” I moaned, “gimme every inch, baby.”
Jack dug his fingers into my hips and didn’t stop sliding into me until he was balls deep. I could feel his hips make contact with my ass. He reached forward and placed both of my palms on the glass in front of me, and he slowly started sliding out of my ass and guided himself back in. I didn’t tell him to go slow…I didn’t tell him to let me get used to the size since he hasn’t been inside me in weeks…it felt incredible feeling his battering ram of a cock take my ass. Every time he slid out, he pulled more of his cock out of me, just to slam it back in a little harder. Within minutes, he had worked up a nice pace of banging me deep from behind.
“Fuckkk, baby….I always forget how good you take it…mmmmm…your ass is so fucking juicy…take it baby…take this huge cock…”
I love when he mumbles under his breath. He knows he’s hot and he knows how big he is. He can make a bottom feel better than any top can. But I know how good my hole feels. Jack gets drunk on my ass faster than he can on anyone else’s. That’s a fact.
Jack gave my ass another smack and he leaned down over my back. He snaked his right arm around my chest and pinched my nipple and gently grabbed my chin from underneath my head. I could feel his warm breath on the back of my ear as he kissed my head and bit my earlobe. His thumb found its way to my mouth and I sucked and bit the pad of it. He trailed it back down over my chest and pinched my other nipple with it, sending a charge all through my body. All the while, he never stopped thrusting deep inside me.
“Want to know something,” Jack whispered in my ear.
“Uh huh…” I was too drunk on his cock to properly respond.
“I fucked my way through last week in Chicago,” he moaned into my ear. He guided his hand down to my crotch and took hold of my raging cock.
“Yeah?” I managed to get out.
“Yeah. I was a fucking slut in that city,” he growled. I could hear his smile from behind me. His hand started slowly stroking me.
“Tell me more…” I moaned out.
Jack let go of my cock, and I replaced it with my own hand. This is what I wanted. I wanted a confession. He slapped my ass twice and pawed at my ass cheek before leaning back down onto me. He rested his forehead on the back of my head.
“I fired up Grindr the moment I got to my room. A twink staying with his family on his college vacation came up and sucked me off on my bed,” Jack started. I immediately started backing my ass harder to meet his thrusts.
“I purposefully found a bar that night with a back room. A couple sucked on my cock together and then I fucked the bottom while the top watched,” he continued.
I had to actually let go of my cock while he spoke. I was close to cumming already, and I wanted to shoot while he told me more details.
“You like when I’m a slut,” Jack asked me.
“Keep going,” I begged him.
Jack placed his hands on my hips again and slowed down the paced on my ass. He pulled out until just the head was in and then he drove it deep and hard into me. I thought he was done confessing, but then I realized he was just focused on working my hole. He reached up and tugged on my hair while he did this. His fingers ran through my hair and tugged hard but his thrusting became kind of loving and slow. Like he was making love to me while spilled his secrets.
“Want to know the best part?” he asked me.
“Uh huh,” I whimpered. I was in cuck heaven. I could feel my cock vibrating and leaking precum all over the floor. I had no control over how my cock swung beneath me. The minute I touched it, I would explode.
“Work my cock, and I’ll tell you,” he said, “I know you know how to work this fucking cock.”
I braced my palms on the glass and started riding him just like Tyler did. He was balls deep inside me, and I was making the booth shake every time my ass collided with his hips. It was making that delicious smacking sound that I love so much: smacksmacksmacksmack.
“I fucked a different guy every day I was there. I fucked guys in my hotel room…at the bars…I even went home with a bartender on my last night. I fucked him senseless. He took two of my loads,” Jack moaned out between each time I backed up onto him.
“Oh my god…” I managed to get out. My head was swimming and my cock was aching even though I wasn’t even touching it.
Jack leaned forward again and ran both of his hands up and down my chest.
“You love that, don’t you…your husband being a slut in another big city…” he teased me.
“Uh huh…” I reached down and started stroking my cock. My load was building inside me. I could feel it.
Jack put his mouth right behind my ear, biting my lobe again.
“The best part…the part that made me hot…was that I told every single guy I fucked that I was cheating on you…and that made them want my big dick even more…” Jack hissed in my ear.
“Fuck me…fuck meee” I demanded.
Jack leaned back and started assaulting my hole with his huge prick. I could feel my cum rising up my shaft.
“Everyone loved that I was going behind your back, baby…they begged for my married cock…BEGGED me to fuck them harder and deeper and faster because they knew you had no fucking idea,” he growled.
I exploded. My cock started spurting beyond my control so much that I hit almost every surface in that booth. The window, the walls, the floor, the TV screen playing porn. Jack’s thrusting didn’t let up as I moaned my face off. My legs felt wobbly and I collapsed forward onto the window as Jack kept thrusting deep inside me. My hands and cock were sticking and smearing cum all over the window.
“You want my load, baby?” Jack asked me. I could see his devilish grin spreading across his face in the reflection of the glass.
“Please fill me,” I begged him, “fill me up.”
His fingers found his way into my hair as he started to fuck me even harder. I felt his cock throb inside me and he gave my ass one last smack as I felt his cum squirt deep within me. He was sweating and his hair was matted on his forehead, his head thrown back and he grunted and moaned.
“Take it, baby…take every fucking drop…fuckkk your ass is so fuckkiiing juicy…”
He collapsed on my back and I felt him kiss the back of my head. I got on my knees and started sucking his cock. I love looking up at him with his cock deep in my throat. He rubbed my cheek and laughed and said we actually needed to get home to do more around the house.
On the way out, a lot of the men inside the back room smiled at us. We weren’t holding back, so I’m not surprised they heard everything. I asked him if he got Tyler’s number, and he confirmed that he did.
As we got towards the door, Jack reached into his pocket and pulled out some more money. He handed it to me and told me to get more lube before we left.
