The Better Man

I gazed at the beautiful, swelling cock he was offering, and then I knew what to do. I reached out to touch it as I got down on my knees and knelt before him. It felt right. My humility demanded it. My gratitude warranted it. I squeezed the thick flesh gently, fondly in my hand. I felt its girth and heft; the size of his cock served as confirmation. It was true; he was better than me. His cock was better, and worthy of adulation. I kissed it on its open slit. The head of his cock seemed just as warm and welcoming to my kiss as Anna's lips had ever been. I inhaled the scent of his cock and my mouth opened to give it a real kiss. Wet, with tongue. My head was spinning slightly, dizzy with desire. I opened wider and engulfed the large shapely head, my tongue feeling the groove and ridge underneath, tasting the salt of his sweat and the musk of his maleness.

I couldn't believe what I was doing! Wasn't it a little bit crazy that I loved it? But I definitely wanted to do this, to suck his cock! Even more than that, I wanted to make him cum. Is this what it's like to be a cocksucker? I asked myself. As I allowed his delicious cockhead to fill my mouth, prompting the urge to suck more earnestly, I felt I could be his cocksucker at least. I knew this wouldn't be a one-off. I knew I would want to do this again.

I admired his self assurance. He was relaxed and he let me go at my own pace. I experimented as I sucked him, enjoying the feel and flavor of his pre-cum; I tried to take more of his length, probing my limits, and backing off as my gag reflex kicked in. I settled into my comfort zone, with his cock about a quarter-way into my mouth, the head fitted snugly into the arch of my palate and my tongue avidly compressing and caressingly stroking the sensitive underside of his thick flesh as I sucked deeply and hungrily. It felt amazing!

To steady myself, I placed my hands on the back of his thighs. That seemed to make the act even more intimate. My hard cock began to throb more strongly. I looked up at him as I sucked and he smiled down on me benevolently as our eyes locked. "Mmmmm," I murmured, gazing deeply into his eyes, wishing to convey my gratitude to him as I concentrated my efforts to stimulate his cock as pleasingly as I possibly could. "Mmmmm," I repeated involuntarily, surprised at the delicious flavor and texture of the pre-cum that had suddenly begun to flow more copiously from his amazing cock.

He placed his hand gently on top of my head and petted it, softly ruffling my hair. His cock became noticeably bigger and harder. And then it happened! I thought I was ready, but nothing could have prepared me for the joy I felt at his cumming. His cock swelled and spurted, again and again; my eyes were locked with his and I marveled at his composure while his cock just came and came. I felt a tremor in his legs, though, and my cock too began to spurt, as if in imitation of its new idol. I swallowed and swallowed, overwhelmed as much by the pride of my accomplishment as by the incredible volume and the thick, creamy texture of his load.

"Ahh... good, Jack. That was good," Mason sighed.

"Thank you, sir!" I beamed up at him, truly grateful. I hadn't planned to call him "sir," but it seemed appropriate. He was superior to me, right? - we'd already established that - and I was so incredibly grateful. He had been kind to me: he could have hurt me physically, justifiably; he could have humiliated me; and now he had allowed me the pleasure of serving him in this extremely intimate way. And he had rewarded me with both verbal praise and the fluid proof of his genuine satisfaction - you can't fake that! I was absurdly happy.

"Jack, that was your first time?" he asked.

"Yes..." I blushed again. "...I liked it..."

Mason chuckled, "Pretty fucking good for a first try! Real promise, there Jack. You're going to get really good at this, I can tell."

"Thanks, Mason," I replied, my heart thrilling at the obvious implication. It made my cock hard again.

"I couldn't be happier with this turn of events, Jack. It's beyond what I had hoped for." He grabbed a clean towel off the rack and handed it to me as I rose to my feet. "Lets clean up while we discuss the other item." He ruffled my hair again, affectionately. "I didn't expect you to be so fucking submissive," he said, smiling brightly. "That's really going to make this so much easier."

I began wiping the drool from my chest, puzzling over the implications and the realization that I really had been behaving submissively - why? As if to prove the point, he gave my ass a proprietary swat as I bent down to wipe my cum off my legs. Why were these feelings of gratitude and admiration so strong, and why were they so sexually arousing? I was having a lot of trouble thinking straight; maybe that was because I was riding a post-orgasmic high. And my cock was hard again - God only knows why - plus I was still savoring the taste of his cum. Not surprising that I was confused about what he meant by '"the other item."

"Let's talk about your wife, Jack," he said by way of explanation, his voice more serious now, "Isn't that what you came here for?"

I swallowed hard and felt a rush of guilty anxiety. What does he want with Anna? How could I have just forgotten all about her? What was I doing with this guy? Is he for real? Is he nuts?

"If I haven't told you before, you've gotta know that Anna is just about the most perfect woman I've ever seen," Mason continued earnestly. "You have a priceless gem there."

"I know!" I retorted, somewhat sharply, my already emotional state becoming even more tumultuous. "But what do you want her for?"

No use beating around the bush, I figured; he had made it clear enough that he was after her. I wasn't angry about it. Not any more. But I was seriously worried that Mason was going to destroy my marriage. To the only girl I had ever loved! It seemed to me that that was totally in his power. After all, look what he had done to me! It was so confusing; I was suddenly struck by another doubt: what about my relationship with him? It felt like there was now a thing between Mason and me. And I didn't want to lose that, either!

Mason again put his hand on my shoulder. It felt warm and calming in spite of my fear. He turned to face the mirror again; I followed suit, and once again we were side-by-side, looking into each other's reflected eyes. We were still naked. I noticed that my cock had deflated considerably.

"I'm a lot older than you, Jack," he began. He kept his hand on my shoulder as if to ensure my attention to his words. "I'm beginning to think about the arc of my career, of my life, really, and about my legacy." He glanced sideways at me briefly; I kept my eyes on his face in the mirror. I remembered reading about his plan to set aside a large tract of good development land to build low-cost housing and establish a not-for-profit agency to administer it.

"I've been married twice," he continued, "but marriage isn't something I'm cut out for." He smiled, a bit ruefully. "Probably the only thing I'm not good at." Did I hear a note of real humility or was it just sarcasm? Either way, it made me smile a little. "I really want to have kids, Jack, but the women that would be the best mothers don't want me as a father. And they're right. My wives were both incredible women, but they didn't want to be moms, and in the end, I realized I wouldn't want them raising my kids; they were too much like me - driven, ambitious... Besides, we all know kids need a dad as well as a mom.

"So, this is where you and Anna come into it. I think you're the perfect couple." He turned to face me; I too made a quarter turn to face him. "Here's what I want. I want Anna to be the mother of my children, but... but I don't want that to affect your marriage." He paused to let that sink in. "I want you to be their father, Jack. You'll be a great dad, just as Anna will be a great mom."

My head was spinning again. A voice inside me was screaming, 'No, you can't have her!' but another part of me was seeing the logic of his proposition. But what was in it for me? My cock began swelling again as I thought of the intimacy Mason and I had already shared.

"Look at me, Jack," Mason said with a note of authority I hadn't heard from him before. "Don't you want the best for Anna? If you love her, why would you deny her a better lover? You know I'm the better man."

He stared at me, challenging, as I absorbed his words. What could I say to talk him out of it? Did I really want to? After all, it was true, he was better. And I couldn't deny that the thought of my Anna in his arms, being fucked by him, was simultaneously frightening and arousing.

As if reading my mind, he leaned in and whispered in my ear, "It wouldn't mean that you and I couldn't have a special relationship too. To make his meaning clear, his hand dropped from my shoulder, down my back, and gave my ass-cheek a gentle squeeze.

My cock jumped to attention, brushing against his thigh. I moaned in response. I knew he had won me over. And he did too. At least for now... I doubted I could sustain this belief once I was out of his presence.

"But what about Anna? What if she doesn't want this? We can't make her go along with it if she doesn't," I finally answered.

"Jack..." he said with the deepest sincerity, "Jack, I know you haven't known me long, but do you really think I would make her do anything against her will?" His hand was gently massaging my ass, keeping me keenly aroused. "Have I forced you to do anything you didn't want?" He removed his hand from my ass and his voice sounded troubled as he asked, "What kind of man do you take me for?"

"No... no, I didn't mean..." I responded quickly, not sure how to express my fears without upsetting the connection I felt had been forged between us. "It's just... well, it's just not anything I ever thought... I mean, how can I tell her? What if she says no? How do I convince her that this is right?" I honestly thought it was impossible. Mason had already upset Anna badly - she had expressed that clearly to me more than once.

Mason smiled. "Don't you worry about that. Just leave it me." He exuded confidence and optimism once again. "All you need to say is that you want her to meet me. I'll do the rest." He put an arm around my shoulder. "I want you two to come to dinner here tomorrow night. Can you do that?"

I didn't see why not. I thought she'd be apprehensive, but wouldn't refuse me if I told her it was important. Plus, I would be there with her. "Yes," I replied, "I think so."

"Good, Jack," he said, giving me a squeeze with the arm around me. "That's my boy!" He disengaged and said, "Why don't you get dressed? I'm going to go get a copy of the prospectus for my non-profit to give to Anna. You can tell her I want her to be in charge of getting it set up."

"Oh!" I was surprised. "She'll like that!" I was also very pleased. "She has a Master of Social Work degree."

"Yes, Jack. I know."

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When I got home, I found Anna waiting for me anxiously.

"What happened? What took you so long?"

"Well, Mason and I had a long talk," I replied calmly. "It wasn't what I expected, but it was actually very positive. He wants to buy our company and keep us on; sounds like a great deal for us."

"You had a business discussion?!" she asked incredulously.

Obviously, I had some explaining to do. "Well, I was really angry when I got there, but it turns out he's a really nice guy..."

"A nice guy?!"

"Yes," I replied firmly. "An exceptionally kind and intelligent man."

"Coulda fooled me!" she exclaimed. "You didn't hear what he said to me!"

"Well, maybe he didn't express himself so well..." I didn't like the way this was going, so I tried a tack that occurred to me then. "Maybe he found you intimidating."

She snorted dismissively. "Why? Why would he be intimidated? It sure didn't sound like it!" She was still defiant, but I detected a note of puzzlement. "You don't know. You weren't there!"

"Well, all I can tell you is that he did say you were the most beautiful woman he had ever seen." I let that sink in before adding, "And he wants you to head up a non-profit housing organization." I held the prospectus out to her.

"What?! Why me?" But she took the prospectus from me and looked at the cover. "Low-cost housing?" She sounded curious.

"Yes, read it over tonight. I'm interested in your appraisal. I think he will be too." I glanced at her face, now absorbed in flipping through the pages. "You can discuss it with him tomorrow. He's invited us to dinner."

She didn't answer, but sat down on the couch and began reading. 'Well, so far, so good' I said to myself.

That night I cuddled her in bed, but we didn't have sex. She had sent some signals of receptivity which would ordinarily have sealed the deal, but it just didn't feel right to me that night. I held her, spooning her, kissing her graceful neck while feeling her soft ass against my hard cock, but with no urge to put it in her. I kept thinking about his hand on my ass, how good that had felt, and how his cock had looked and felt. How would it look and feel to her, I couldn't help wondering as we cuddled contentedly, drifting into sleep.

The next evening Anna put on her best business suit, a black pinstriped pants suit; I was in my usual business-casual attire, slacks and a polo shirt. I smiled as I admired her (surreptitiously, so as not to make her self-conscious) knowing that she wanted to make a totally professional businesslike impression, but that suit makes her look incredibly hot and I knew it would knock Mason out.

Although it was a short trip to Mason's place, I was becoming a little anxious as I drove. I had no idea how this was going to play out or what Mason had in mind. I kept glancing at the stunning passenger beside me. She was uncharacteristically quiet; she hadn't said a word since we'd got into the car. She was just staring straight ahead.

I was just about to ask her if she was feeling okay when she suddenly spoke. "Jack, can you pull over, please? I want to stop a minute."

"Sure, hun." I saw a space by the curb ahead and slowed to pull into it. "Is something wrong?"

"No... yes. There's something I have to tell you before we go through with this."

I parked and turned of the motor. Turning toward her, I said, "There's no rush. Talk to me, sweetheart."

"Jack, I feel so ashamed... I wasn't completely honest with you." She searched my face. "I was really frightened when you ran off to confront him. I was sure you would end up in a fight and get hurt. You have no idea how relieved I am that... well, you know, that you were okay..." She smiled at me tearfully.

I gave her a little smile of encouragement in reply, knowing she had more to say. "I know I made you think he had angered and frightened me..." she continued timorously, "but that's really not... I mean, it was really me, not him... What I mean is, I was angry at myself and really upset with the way he made me feel." She was speaking less hesitantly, more resolutely now. "He said some kind of strange things, but he was a complete gentleman. Both times. At the party and at home... But he had such a strong effect on me... I can't explain it. That's what upset me. It was like he could see right through all my... my defenses. And through my clothes... It was like I was totally exposed to him."

She searched my face again. "But here's the thing," she continued, "I liked it!" She let out a breath. "At first it was exciting... pure sexual attraction... you know?" I nodded and was about to speak, but she went on. "That's what frightened me. You know there's never been anyone but you! Nothing like this has ever happened before!" Tears were rolling down her cheeks.

"Aw, honey, it's okay,,," I had unfastened my seat belt and now I reached across the console to hug her as best I could. I patted her hair as I held her, her face buried in my shoulder. "Believe it or not, I know how you feel. There's something special, something powerful about that man."

"I'm afraid of what will happen when I'm with him..." She pulled away to look in my eyes. "I know he wants to sleep with me, Jack. I know it and it scares me..."

"There's nothing to be scared of, Anna. You said yourself that he was a tot..."

"I'm not scared of him, Jack!" she interrupted. "It's me. I can't trust myself around him. Do you understand what I'm saying?" She looked at me imploringly. "I would never, ever, want to hurt you, baby." Her tears were rolling again.

"Sweetie, believe me. I know that. And I know how you feel... how he makes you feel... I..."

"How could you?" she interrupted again, very agitated now. "Your not a woman." She hesitated and I waited for a few seconds while she took a deep breath. "There's a magnetism that some men have... that Mason has. I don't think I can resist him."

"Honey, listen. No, seriously! Listen to me. I do know how you feel because it happened to me." I stared at her, watching for a reaction. We had always trusted each other and been completely honest. I was just going to tell her the truth.

There was the reaction: bewilderment. "What do you mean, it happened to you? What are you talking about?"

"I mean, I went there raging mad. I wanted to hurt him, hurt him bad. And I tried to, I really tried. I attacked him! But he subdued me so easily and pinned me down. I was in a blind rage. I struggled and fought until I was completely exhausted. And in tears, I was so frustrated. And he was so calm and collected, lying on top of me, holding me down, unable to move or do anything. It was completely humiliating. So I just gave up. I totally surrendered."

I looked in her eyes, and found deep sympathy in her tears as she looked at me in wonder and empathy. "It did something to me, surrendering like that. It was like acknowledging that he was superior to me. It felt like I was less of a man, like I was giving up my rights and admitting that he owned me. But it gave me a deep sense of peace." I glanced away, then back again. "And something else..." I hesitated before naming it. "It was sexual."

Her big, beautiful eyes grew even bigger, with surprise, I supposed. "Sexual? You got sexually aroused?!" she asked. "Did you have a hard-on?" She sounded more intrigued than incredulous.

"Yes."

"He was on top of you?" I could see she was trying to picture the scene.

"Yes. I was face-down and he was on top of me, pinning me down."

"And you got a hard-on from that?"

"Well, it wasn't just that. It was surrendering, giving up. When I stopped struggling and gave in, he didn't let me up right away. He was talking to me, talking in my ear, like soothing me."

"And that made you hard?" she said in tones of wonder.

"Listen, it's hard to explain... I don't know why, but it was like he was comforting me, calming me down... even though I was already calm. He was so in control... I don't know. I just felt so submissive, like I needed him or something." Just talking about it was arousing me. My cock was rock hard.

"Are you hard now?" she said almost mockingly. I could tell she knew the answer. She reached over and gave my cock a squeeze. "Why, yes, you are!" she exclaimed, feigning surprise. "You like being submissive, I guess."

"Oh, Anna, I don't know, it's just so confusing!"

"My sweet hubby is a little subby! Who knew?!" She was totally mocking me now. But I didn't mind; I figured she was dealing with her own submissive feelings toward Mason. I smiled at the thought. It was reassuring. It was the first sign that she might actually go along with everything Mason wanted.

"And what about the little wifey?" I teased. "Is she going to submit to my master's superior cock?"

She gasped, her eyes wide. Then they narrowed, speculatively. "How do you know his cock is 'superior'?" she demanded.