1. Rick and I Ch. 01


    Date: 1/6/2024, Categories: Gay Male, Author: byskinnysailor 

    We're snuggled under the covers. Rick is spooned up behind me. "What do you think she's doing now?"

"What time is it? Nine? Dinner at the conference will be over, so she's deciding who she'll fuck tonight probably."

I feel his woody hardening between my legs and shuffle around. He has a beautiful cock. Mm, and a wonderful mouth.

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A few months ago.

"You're late, Fred."

"Yes. They sent me to the Kitchener office after lunch."

"Well, never mind. Go get ready. I want Fifi tonight. I've laid out her outfit."

"Yes dear." No kiss?

Friday is our 'date night.' No matter what else is going on, Friday we go out on a 'date'.

Over the last few year Cora has become dominant. Sometimes I'm her 'wife' Fifi.

'D' cup breast form. Pink and purple lace bra and panties. Mid calf length dusty green with a smoke green vertical print modest collar long sleeve dress. Pastel green round toe three inch block heel pumps. Silver sea shell earrings and subtle makeup.

Back home we make love. I keep going, kissing and eating as well as fucking 'till she's completely satisfied.

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Saturday after supper she announces she's going 'out with the girls.'

I know it's no use begging. I choke back a sob. I know what's going on. She'll shower when she gets home, but I'll still know.

"Baby, you still awake?" She's stroking me.

I am now!

"Just lay back."

She straddles my hips and impales herself on my cock and begins to gallop. ...
    ... Maybe she didn't get any cock tonight.

"Uh. Uh. Uh." He boobs bounce. "Uh. Uh." She flips her long brunet hair that way she does as she cums. I cum too.

"Be right back."

She returns from her shower wearing her ankle length sleeveless pink satin nightie and pulls my arm over her to snuggle. God I love her.

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Another Friday night.

"Wow. New dress? You look great."

"Thank you dear." Did she actually blush? "Now go get ready, I made reservations at the club."

Alright! I'm Fred tonight. The yacht club dining room is only open weekends in the winter, and it's best to make reservations.

I put on my navy trousers and light blue button down shirt, no tie, and my black loafers.

Her dress, I commented on, was sky blue with a modest collarless neckline and little silver buttons every two inches from collar to belt line. The pencil skirt lower half ended just above her knees. Robin egg blue spike heels were on her feet, and for jewelry she wore her two row pearl choker necklace and matching bracelet.

I hold her three quarter silver fox fur for her, then pull on my raccoon jacket.

"Come dear. There's Rick. You must meet him."

They're a good looking couple.. She's a pretty blond. Pink lip gloss, flawless complexion. Cute as the proverbial bug.

He's a hand width taller than me. White blond hair and a surfer tan, even still in February.

"Ricki dear, this is my husband, Fred, I told you about."

As we shook hands, "Glad to meet you, ...
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