I parked my truck across the street from the motel. On the off chance, I’m in for some bad luck, I don’t want anybody to see my truck outside one of their rooms. I was a half hour early so I sat there waiting for Sandra to arrive by taxi.  That’s odd. I spotted Baxter and a guy exiting one of the rooms. They got into a red Town car and drove off. Hmmmmm. Baxter has something going on I thought.  Twenty minutes later, Sandra got out of a taxi and entered the motel office. After a few minutes, I saw her leave and walk to unit number 21. I got out of the truck and walked across the stre… 続きを読む

Monday morning, Sandra phoned at 10:00 o’clock. It was very fortunate that my wife had just left for physio.  We arranged to meet tomorrow afternoon. She’d get the motel room, pay with her credit card and I’d reimburse her in cash.  I was in the kitchen making my lunch when I saw the letter carrier walking up the path. I opened the inside door and saw through the glass that his hand was brushing away the mosquitoes. I left the screen door shut and shout, “I’ll open the garage door, come around.” When we meet up in the garage, I told him, “Sorry about that, I don’t want those pesky mo… 続きを読む

Our next Sunday barbecue was rained out so Baxter grilled steaks in the oven. The meal was good and after cleaning up, we settled around the kitchen table to play cards.  My wife’s therapy has improved her mobility to the point where she can do all the necessary exercises at home. Thus, in a month, we will be going back to Boulder. I gave my notice to an unhappy Earl.   I had not been called upon much lately to jerk him off. He seemed like the same old friendly guy and is wonderful to work for but either he is not as horny as he once was or he’s tired of me jerking him off. Oh well,… 続きを読む

For the next few days, I pondered the possibility of getting Carl to fuck Baxter. Baxter liked my fucking him but maybe he’d like a bigger cock to broaden his horizons, hah hah. Our wives had gone to the movies, so, after a rare fuck session on a Sunday afternoon, I asked him, “Do you think it’s time for a bigger cock to fuck you?” “I don’t know. I’ve never thought about it.” “Mine only reaches so far you know.” He laughed and replied, “You seem to fill me up pretty well!” “I could lube up my hand right now and try to get my first in your ass, if you want?” He chuckled, “I think I’ll pass, tha… 続きを読む

After we had unloaded farmer Paul’s lumber, he invited us in for lunch.  Clara made cream of chicken noodle soup and ham sandwiches. It was a terrific meal.  Paul and Clara are in their forties I would guess. They seemed to get on well together.  When we were done, I helped Clara clear the dishes.  In the kitchen, out of sight of the dining room, Clara grabbed my crotch. She gave my cock and balls a quick rub and squeeze. “Nice junk,” she whispers. I chuckle and whisper, “Thanks.” When I returned to the dining room, Paul asks, “So, Carl, have you ever been inside a barn?” “… 続きを読む

When we resumed our lumber delivery trip, I thought about Carl fucking Baxter. Would his ass take all of Carl’s cock? Would Carl like to fuck some ass? I wondered how I’d get them together.  I asked Carl, “Have you ever fucked a girl in the ass?” “No. If I got my cock in her cunt, I was happy with that.” “Did you fuck a lot of girls.” “Why are you asking?” “I am just curious. In my youth, it was hard to find a girl who would let you fuck them. They were all saving their cherry for marriage or they were afraid of getting pregnant. Condoms were hidden behind the counter at the d**gstore. Y… 続きを読む

Mid-morning, last week, Baxter phoned me at work to invite us over for a barbecue. Sandra’s brother, Carl was visiting, we were invited over to his welcoming party.  I asked, “What should we bring?” He suggested some salads. I called my wife and informed her about our new supper plans. After work, I visited Royal Deli and picked up tubs of potato, potato with egg, and macaroni salads and a tub of ambrosia.  We arrived at Baxter’s about 6:30, hauled our deli offerings into the kitchen and went out to the backyard. Introductions were made all round.  Carl was eighteen, had just gr… 続きを読む

“Baxter, whatever in hell possessed you to get Sandra to suck your cock?” “When I heard that she was going back home, I came home to see if she needed any help packing up. When we finished loading her car, we came inside and talked for a few minutes. I broke down and sobbed how much I’d miss her.” And, here we was, blubbering away again now. I handed him the box of tissues on the coffee table.  When he had calmed down he continued,  “I gave her a hug. It was a long hug. I got a boner and she could feel my bulge against her belly.” I thought, it must have been a dam small bulge!… 続きを読む

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We agreed that she should continue on her way to Sacramento. I explained my wife’s situation to her and that I would eventually see her at her Uncle’s place. We agreed that under no circumstances would we let on that we previously knew each other.  I drove her to her car and she drove off.  I was at a loss about how to deal with my wife. She would be very ticked off if I took this job here. She wanted me in Sacramento.  However, now that Sandra was in the picture, I might as well be there too.  I drove across the street and parked at Earl’s.  He was in his off… 続きを読む

I walked up to her and angrily said, “What the fuck are you doing here?” She pouts, a little surprised at my hostile reaction.  She explains, “After I left you, I quickly made up my mind and followed you. I had such a great time in the motel and I was looking for some more of the same. You seem pissed off to see me though.” “I should have told you I was married. Night before last was just a fling. I was too horny to think straight.” “I see.” “What about your job?” “I phoned in and said I had an emergency and had to leave for Sacramento.” “What explanation did you give your Mom?” “… 続きを読む

As Sandra drove  away I thought that moving to Sacramento might be a lousy idea after all. I wondered if there was a city close that would be a good substitute.  I pulled my maps out of the glove compartment and checked the highways from here to Sacramento. There are two possibilities. Placerville and Roseville. The latter is closer to Sacramento and larger.  On the drive west I hemmed and hawed. I could honestly tell my wife that I didn’t want to live in the same city as her sister. She’d completely understand and maybe by the time her rehab ended, she might be sick of her si… 続きを読む

In the summer of 1998, I was travelling from Boulder, Co. to Sacramento, Ca. My wife had been in an auto accident two months earlier and she needed months of rehab. Her sister, Amie and her husband, Baxter own a physio company called Baxter’s Sports Rehabilitation Center in Sacramento. Her sister drove to Boulder the previous week, packed up my wife, went back home and her rehab started immediately. I had spent the intervening time packing up our personal belongings. They were packed in the camper in the back of my truck. The big furniture was left behind so we could rent it out as a… 続きを読む

Paul is silent as we get in the elevator to leave Mona’s apartment. Once we get in his car, he lets me have it! “I did not appreciate your hand on my cock, jerking me off into Mona’s mouth. I am not gay. No guy has ever touched me before!” I am flummoxed! What an asshole. He’s just had a great time with Mona and he’s barking at me for jerking him off. He says his wife won’t have sex with him anymore and his religion forbids him jerking off. From what he’s told me, I think it’s years since he ejaculated! “Paul, Paul, Paul! It’s a fucking threesome, anything goes. Unless some guy wants to fuc… 続きを読む

Paul picks me up at 2:00 P.M. We are going for coffee at the Pizza place on Coventry.  The lunch crowd is finished and we are the only customers.  It’s my first time here but Paul has been here often. He likes the waitress. Her name is Mona. Mona is cute, about 25, 5’8” and has a nice full figure. She is wearing a flowered dress and it shows off her tanned legs really well. When she bends over, I can see a tattoo running down, or up, her inner thigh. I wonder how high up it goes. As we visit, she stops by our table several times. Paul jokes and flirts with her and she is a good tr… 続きを読む

Tuesday afternoon, I went to Wal*mart. As I parked, a brand spanking new F150 parked beside me. I got out of my car and approached the F150’s driver as he was exiting. “That looks like one dam nice truck!” “Thanks. I just got it a week ago.” “My son had one a few years ago. He was happy with it but when he got married, they switched to an SUV.” “Would you like to get in?” “You bet, thanks.” He opened the driver’s door and I got behind the wheel. He got in the passenger side. I grasped the steering wheel and looked around. It was bloody nice. I liked the look of the dash, the paddin… 続きを読む

Saturday I went for coffee at a small mall on the east side. I like the washroom set up there. There are two outer doors so if one gets lucky with a chance encounter, you can hear the outer door open so you don’t get caught. Unless you are deaf, of course. There was a 30 year old guy standing at the left urinal, so I stood beside him at the right urinal. After unzipping and pulling out my cock, I glanced over at his cock. He wasn’t pissing. He was slowly stroking his semi hard erection. As I pissed, he got bigger and harder. He’d alternate between slow strokes and faster ones.　 I reached my l… 続きを読む

Friday afternoon about 2:00 PM, the doorbell rang. I opened the door and it was a courier with a parcel. I didn’t want to leave the door open as it was cold and windy outside, so I invited him in. He needed my signature on the receipt and as I signed, I glanced down at the bulge in his crotch. Mmmmm, formidable looking it was. I handed the receipt to him and he gave me the parcel and I put it on the floor. I said, “That is a mighty hot looking package you got there bud.” He looked confused and said, “Why, what’s in your parcel?” “No, I meant this package.” I reached out and lightly grasped t… 続きを読む

Lately I’ve been shopping for a new vehicle. One of my favourite salesman is a 40 year old stud, I’ll call him Cam. He is 5’9”, 200 hundred pounds, muscular, heavily tattooed and a real cutie. I’ve seen him half a dozen times and he’s never questioned my impatience. Some sales people would get tired of me returning time after time. We were getting down to the short strokes of negotiating the dollar difference.  I figured he had no more wiggle room but what the hay, I blurted out anyway, “Who do I have to jerk off to get the price lower.” He laughed so loud that people in the showroom turn… 続きを読む

In the mid-sixties, I lived in a house with 7 light housekeeping rooms. Four up and three down. The only bathroom was upstairs. My room was upstairs. I had lived there for two years when in July a buxom lady moved in downstairs. I was immediately interested. The first chance I got I engaged her in conversation. Her name was Trudy. She had just graduated from high school and moved to the city from the farm. She got a job with the city’s utility department. She did not have a boyfriend. My hormones were raging and I wanted to get into her pants as soon as possible. As it happens there was an… 続きを読む