The Husband Experience

We both chuckled at that, but without hesitation he unbuttoned his shirt, undid his cuff links, and slipped his shirt off. It was my turn to exhale deeply. The sight of his muscular arms, shoulders, and back, would've been enough to ratchet up my sex drive if it wasn't already revved up. When I put my hands on his shoulders, they were hot to the touch. I felt him tense up slightly before relaxing again. "My hands aren't too cold, are they?"

He leaned his head back and sigh-spoke. "They're perfect. Just keep doing what you were doing."

And with that, I resumed my massage. I hoped it was sensual, but if it wasn't, I added something that I was certain would push it in that direction. In addition to kneading his neck, shoulders, back, and upper arms, I let my hands push forward and roam over the lightly hairy expanse of that meaty, toned chest that I'd enjoyed feeling up earlier when he'd first arrived at my place.

I hadn't been fuck buds, friends with benefits, or whatever we were with him for this long without learning a little bit about what gets this pillar of the community's motor running. I made sure to let my fingers rove over and play with his erect nipples. That definitely did the trick.

"Oh shit that's good!" escaped from his lips. "God, those hands... Why haven't you been doing this to me all along when we've been getting together?"

I leaned down and licked his left ear lobe softly - another thing I knew drove him wild with lust - and whispered softly, "I have to keep SOME secrets to keep you on your toes, don't I?"

"Oh man," he moaned. "On my toes is the last place I wanna be right now. I'd rather be in your bed making you squeal."

I let loose a low, guttural growl and took my hands from his upper shoulders. "Well then, husband... Why don't we get to it?"

When I got up off of the sofa and stood in front of him and shifted my shorts, it was obvious that I was as hard as a rock...a fact that was not lost on him as his eyes were glued to my crotch as I stood in front of him. I broke the spell of his gaze when I extended my hand to him and helped him to his feet.

I'd seen him naked literally dozens of times over the past five years, but in that moment, him standing in front of me with his shirt off and his hardness looking like it was going to bust through his slacks, it was as if I was seeing him for this first time. He wasn't just the best fuck bud I'd ever had. This kind, sexy, caring, man who was incredibly good in bed, cared about me and my life, and made me want to be a one-man man was the only one for me. And, even though we'd never actually be together because he was married to a woman who could never love him the way I did, tonight I was determined to show him exactly how I felt.

I bridged the gap between us, wrapping my arms around him, and leaned in to plant on him the most passionate kiss I'd ever planted on anyone. What I got in return felt like the exact equivalent of everything I was feeling. Was it possible he was feeling the same thing as me? At the very least, we were truly connected on a different level in that moment. There was an urgency and passion to our kiss that was more forceful than the way we usually kissed each other. For five minutes, we stood there caught up in the rapture of our kiss. The only time our mouths parted was for him to help me pull my shirt over my head. His hands roamed over my body, pulling my shorts and underwear downward. While we kissed, I shimmied them the rest of the way down my legs and stepped out of them. As we backed our way toward my bedroom, he ran his hands over my ass and began playing his middle finger over my quivering hole.

When we got to my bedroom door, I stopped us and reluctantly pulled away from the kiss. Barely able to speak because my breath had been taken from me by the sheer passion of the way we'd been kissing, In fact, before I could manage to let any words escape from my lips, he looked me up and down, reached over to run his hand up and down the shaft of my cock, and said in a whisper, "Fuckin' beautiful, Dan."

I bit my lip and reached out to run the back of my hand over his right pec. "Funny. I was just about to say the same thing about you."

"Then what are we waiting for?" he replied with a mischievous grin. "Let's see where this mutual admiration society takes us."

I put my hand up and stopped him. "Uh-uh. Tonight, there's a no clothes allowed policy in my room."

The wide-eyed and earnest look on his face was so cute that it endeared him to me even more. I stood in the frame of the doorway to my bedroom and watched him remove his slacks and boxer-briefs faster than I'd ever seen a man take his clothes off in my entire life.

If he thought *I* was beautiful, then he was damn near spectacular. As with moments ago, when he was standing in front of me in the living room with his shirt off, it was almost like this was the first time I was seeing him completely naked, not dozens of times in. His cock seemed bigger, his balls larger and more full-looking, his shaft and cock head a deeper shade of purple, and all of it pulsating a little more feverishly. God, did i want his body next to mine...and NOW!

We met again and resumed our kiss, pressing our bodies against each other. I couldn't get enough of his hands on me and feeling the heat of his hard cock pressing against my body between us. I was hoping feeling how hard I was made him just as horny as he was making me.

I must have gotten lost in our kiss because one minute, we were standing just inside my bedroom doorway. The next minute, we were on the bed, me on top of him, kissing and licking his neck, and both of us grinding against each other..

I began to kiss down his body, between his pecs and then over to each of his nipples, letting my hand roam over the pec opposite from the nipple I was licking and nibbling on. Once I knew I'd worked him up into enough of a frenzy, I was about to work my way down to my ultimate prize when I got an idea. Instead of moving down, I moved over, pushed his arm up, and dove face first into his armpit. It was something I always wanted to try. I only hoped it wouldn't weird him out. It had the opposite effect. Obviously, in the five years that I'd been getting together with him, there were some things about him I still didn't know. I'd just found another of his spots! Before long, my tongue had him writhing on the bed.

With his other hand, he reached over and touched my arm. "Dan," he practically panted, "You're gonna make me shoot if you keep that up!"

"What a waste of good cum that would be," I teased him. "I've got your load earmarked for one of my holes, your choice." I reached up and ran my hand over the dusting of salt and pepper hair on his chest.

He propped himself up on his elbows and rolled over on one side. "You've got me feeling out of this world. I want it to last longer. While I come back from the edge, lay down and let me give you some attention. I won't be as good as you, but what I might lack in skill, maybe I can make up for in desire."

I took my place on my back where he'd been just a moment ago and looked at this sexy hunk of a man kneeling on the bed next to me. The desire in his eyes was very evident. I thought back to many of the times we'd been together over the past few years. "Don't sell yourself short," I encouraged. "You've never left me unsatisfied."

He smirked at me and chuckled. "Thanks for saying that, Dan."

"It's the truth," I cooed at him. He looked at me for a beat and then leaned forward to kiss me. It was like we were in our own little bubble outside the confines of time and space. It was just the two of us and no one else existed. Everything felt so intense and passionate. My feelings for him were in such a heightened state. As he kissed his way down my body, I wondered if he felt the same way.

For a brief moment, I wondered if the husband experience was too much for the both of us...or at least me. After this evening, could I think of him as anything but the man I was supposed to be with? Maybe later on when he was about to leave, I should delete his contact info from my phone and beg him to delete mine from his if only to spare me from getting hurt in the end. All of those thoughts evaporated the moment his mouth enveloped the head of my cock. I'd never beg him to leave his wife to be with me or pressure him to see me more often. But, I knew I couldn't give him up. Not a man so kind, so decent, so sexy, and - as his tongue played with my taint and worked its way back up to my cock, altering my thoughts in that moment - with a mouth so hot and talented.

I felt my load building up within me. Part of me wanted to stop him so I could make it last longer like he wanted for himself, but a bigger part of me wanted him to send me over the edge...wanted to flood his mouth and throat. I reached down to play my hand along his left shoulder, letting it drift up to feel the hairspray in the salt and pepper hair on his head.

When he felt me touch him, he looked up at me. I nodded at him so he'd understand what I meant. Instead of pulling off of me, he started bobbing faster. Before long, my seed was spilling down his throat and I was moaning in pleasure at the top of my lungs. Even though I suspected he had other guys besides me that he hooked up with when he needed to satisfy his urge to be with another man, he was certainly no expert at swallowing a load. The sheen of cum above his lips and on his chin was proof of that. He crawled up so that I could help clean him up with my tongue and my kisses, which turned into us helping each other out once some of my cum rubbed off of his face onto mine.

The passion of the kiss deepened and turned into a longer make out session. My hands gripped onto his back and began massaging his musculature. I couldn't get enough of him. It was an intensity of feeling that I had never experienced in the times we'd had sex before. There was something different in the air tonight and it wasn't just the fact that this was a part of the so-called husband experience. Something different was happening.

He broke our kiss and raised himself up with one hand, brushing my hair off of my forehead with the other and looking deep into my eyes. I could see the lust in his own and knew what he was about to say before he uttered a word. "I could do this for hours, but - and I hate to be pushy - I'm about to go crazy. I need to fuck you, Dan. You've got know idea how long I've been waiting for it."

"Tonight, you're my husband. What you want is what you're going to get." I got into the kneeling position on the mattress, a posture he mimicked. "You know where the condoms and the lube are. But, there's know way you're going to keep me from having that weapon of yours in my mouth for at least a few minutes tonight." I reached over and softly stroked his cock, which looked like it could explode on its own any moment. "While you're getting me ready, I'm going to be a little selfish on a night that's supposed to be about you and get what *I* want."

He grinned and then winked at me. "Fair enough. But you should know that I could blow at any minute. You already know how wild your mouth drives me. Just know the power you have over me and don't keep me from having a chance to fuck you tonight."

"Deal!" I said, mockingly and extended my hand to him to further the role play.

"Nah!" he replied and pulled me to him, letting me feel the heat of his cock pressed between us. "Let's seal it with a kiss!"

Damn this sexy man and his kisses. I could literally spend an entire day doing nothing else but kissing him and have the time of my life!

After retrieving a condom and the lube from my nightstand drawer, he lay down on the bed. I turned away from him and bent over to turn my attention to his raging hard on while he began preparing my asshole for what was sure to be one hell of an assault given how keyed up he seemed to be. As I licked his full balls, I couldn't help but salivate even more, knowing that all of the cum that was churning within would soon get its release and I'd be responsible for it. Damn, what a rush!

After a few more minutes of giving him the attention I so richly wanted to give while making sure not to bring him over the edge, he stopped me. It was time. Both of us couldn't have been more ready. I took the condom from him, opened the package, and slowly slid it over his quivering shaft. As I began coating his hardness with lube, the anticipation was palpable. Even though we'd had sex dozens of times over the years, it felt like it was about to be our first time. Such an odd, funny feeling to have.

I turned around to face him and looked into his eyes, making sure not to break his gaze as I lined up his cock with my asshole and began slowly sliding him into me. By the time I'd slid down and my ass was resting on his pelvic bone, I felt like we were truly connected in every way: physically, emotionally, spiritually, and whatever else.

"Ready?" I asked. It was a stupid question, I know.

"Like you wouldn't believe," came his eager reply.

I began sliding myself up and down, enjoying the feel of the perfect fit of him inside me. For a few minutes, that's how it was. I bounced up and down on him and when his moans intensified and his facial contortions gave away that he might be getting close, I came to rest and let him come back from the edge.

It was during one of these rest breaks that he looked at me and spoke. "Trade places with me. I want you on your knees. I can't hold back any longer. I've got to let loose or I'm going to jump out of my skin."

I bit my lip and reached out to run my hand over his chest. "Tonight, you're my husband. Whatever my husband wants, he gets."

A few moments later, I was on all fours facing the headboard with him behind me, one knee on the mattress and his other foot on the floor. "Just so you know, I'm really keyed-up and ready to go. I'm not sure I can control myself. I might get a little rough, but I'll try not to hurt you. I don't want to do that."

I turned my head and tried to look at him. "I know. But believe me, I can take it like a man. I do have a favor to ask of you, though."

"Yeah?" I could hear the uneven way his voice came out and his ragged breaths. He was definitely ready to bust at any moment.

"I don't want your load in the condom when all of this is said and done. I want it all over my stomach and chest. When you feel like you're almost at the point of no return, promise me you'll try to pull out and tell me to flip over on my back so that I get my wish granted."

"As good as you've been to me tonight, I'll try. But, I can't make any promises."

"I understand. Now, let's stop all this chit-chatting so you can get to work and give me that hot cock.

His mouth curled into a determined grin. "You got it, husband! You're about to get all of my cock that you can handle and more!"

Once he was back inside me and buried to the hilt, it was as if someone else had entered his body and took over. There was a wildness and an unbridled nature to him that I'd never experienced in all of the other times we'd had sex. This is what the letting loose of weeks of tension and built-up stress felt like. It was a little bit of agony but mostly pleasure like I hadn't felt before.

I wasn't usually very vocal during sex, but he had me moaning and whimpering. I could only imagine what my neighbor was thinking. "Oh fuck, yes! Fuck me, fuck me, fuckme, fuckme, fuckme, FUCK...ME!"

For his part, he wasn't doing too badly in the verbal department either. "Yeah, baby. Your hubby's giving you his big fat cock. You like that. You like your husband's big stick?"

As he got closer, it got more intense. "Oh yeah. I'm fuckin' you, baby. FUCK...YOU...HARD!"

I knew he was close, but I figured he was too wrapped up in the moment to abide by our earlier agreement. I wasn't going to break the mood and remind him about it. Instead, he remembered on his own after all and pulled out of me. "On your back, now!" I flipped over on my back in just enough time to see him rip the condom off of his cock. He barely got his hand onto the shaft when shot after seemingly endless shot of hot cum exploded out of him and onto my body.

After a few moments, he towered over me with a goofy grin of pleasure of his face, sweat on his brow, and a chuckle. "You thought I was gonna forget, didn't you?"

I laughed. "I won't lie. Yes."

"I made sure you got what you wanted."

I scooped up some of his cum off of my chest and stuck my finger in my mouth. "We both got what we wanted."

I scooped up more cum with my finger and offered it to him. Hesitantly, he took my finger in his mouth. "Hmmm... Not bad."

"You'd never tasted your own cum before?"

He blushed. "No. I hadn't."

I gestured the length of my body. "Then, please... By all means. It's all you can eat time and my body is your buffet." He laughed and then leaned down to kiss me. For the next few minutes, we each took part in cleaning his cum off of my body. After I'd been scooped, licked, kissed, and occasionally playfully nibbled clean, he climbed up and lay down next to me, entwining his body with mine, reestablishing that connection I'd been feeling so strongly earlier.

While we lay there, each of us trying to recover and regain our composure, I rest my head on his shoulder and ran my hand over his chest, perspiration mixing with his chest hair. Suddenly, he got up. "Uh oh," I thought to myself. "So much for the afterglow. Time to get home to the wifey."

He looked at me and grinned. "Be right back."

When he turned to walk into the hallway, I took in the sight of his ass. I'd seen it unclothed many times before. Maybe I'd never noticed until now, though. It wasn't a perfect ass in the eye of every beholder, but it was the very definition of perfect to me.

Once he'd entered the bathroom off of my bedroom, I assumed I'd hear the shower running soon enough so that he could get home now that he'd had his fun. Instead, I heard him go to the bathroom and flush the toilet. Moments later, he was heading back toward the bed to join me. A pleasant surprise to say the least.

When he got back in bed, leaned against the headboard in a seated position, and pressed his body next to mine, I had to ask what was on my mind. "Hey... I'm sure I've probably said this to you before, but I've got to say it now. You have got to have the cutest ass I've ever seen!"

He laughed. "Really?!

"Absolutely..."

"No. I don't think you've ever said that to me. In fact, I'm not sure anyone has before."

"I'm sorry it's taken this long for someone to point it out, but it's true." He laughed again. "What's so funny?"

"Nothing. It's just... I'm really only a regular guy. Average looks, fairly non-descript, a more generous middle age spread than I should have, doing my best to stay in shape, no more special than the next guy. Yet, you act like I'm Adonis come down from Mt. Olympus."

"You may not think you're special, but to me you are. I enjoy our time together more than you know."

He looked at me for a few beats as if he was trying to peer into my soul before leaning in to give me a soft kiss. "So do I, Dan." For a moment, silence hung in the air until he cleared his throat. "So..."

I knew - or, thought I knew - what was about to come next. I interrupted him. "I know, I know. It's about that time." I reached over for my phone and saw that it was already after 9 o'clock. So late that I wondered what kind of excuse he'd have to conjure up to explain to his wife why he was so late getting home. "We'll say our goodbyes while you get dressed."

I started to climb out of the bed when he touched my shoulder. "That's not what I was going to say. I wanted to ask you... I know this is going to be completely out of bounds. I don't want to freak you out or make you think I'm invading your space or trying to impose on you. It's just that... I don't want this night to end. How would you feel about," he held his hands up at chest level, I suppose to keep me from blowing up at the idea that we'd take our dalliance from casual to spending the entire night together. Little did he know... "a one night only sleepover?"