One Stormy Night

It was a night like any other; the wife and I were upstairs and in bed. The fact that it was raining didn't come as a surprise, as it was that time of year. But the worst thing in my books was my disappointment, once again, after leading me on all day, my wife pooped out when it came time for sex.

Don't get me wrong, we have a sex life, and by what I can tell, it was better than most of my friends. But we married young, so I never sowed my seeds enough beforehand. Again, I shouldn't complain, but I sure wanted more.

I wasn't sure what time it was as the power went out, and maybe doing so woke us both up. I reached toward my wife, hoping she had enough rest to get to that hot and sticky sex I wanted earlier, as you might guess that was shot down quicker than the lightning outside.

I lay there disappointed again, waiting for her to fall asleep again so I could tug my problem away. Thinking she was way and a quarter of the way to completion, I thought I heard something outside. I put it out of my mind and went back to stroking my hard cock when, “What is that?” my wife asked. (and there it was again)

Knowing there would be no peace until I checked it out, I grabbed my robe and went downstairs. Halfway down and closer to the source, it became clear that someone was at the door. “Who is it?”

“Sorry, ahh, sorry to bother you, but I was walking back to a friend’s house and ah… Well, it started to rain in me at first, and now I don't know how to get the street lights out.”

“Who’s your friend?”

“Mike, Mike Johnson. On Molberry or Bulsary, something like that.

“Sorry, I don't know him or any streets like that.”

“I know, I know. It’s long, and I'm stupid for walking so far at night. But I was hoping to come in, maybe borrow a towel?”

By this time, my wife was up, too, listening from halfway down the stairs. “For heaven’s sake, get him a towel,” she proclaimed.

“Yeah, yeah, come on in.” After grabbing the flashlight nearby, I fetched him a towel and handed it to him.

Before heading home, my wife said, “Let him stay until the rain stops. "

I told him to follow me, leading him to the den. We had a fire going earlier, so I poked it and tossed on another log. This not only began to warm the room, but it also provided more light. So I clicked off the flashlight, and with the roaring fire as a backdrop, I watched as the young man undressed. I wasn't attracted to men, but everyone can appreciate a young athletic body, and he was all that.

Maybe because of all the other things, but my cock was like stone once again. Now completely naked, he laid his wet clothes over the grill by the fire, sadly making the room much darker again.

The kid seemed harmless enough, so I told him he could rest on the couch and leave after the rain stopped and his things were dry. He thanked me and wished me well.

I returned to bed and to the firm grip I had on my cock earlier. The difference is now with thoughts of our visitor running through my head. I never had any contact like that, but some interest or curiosity sometimes dwells in my head.

Again, there were muffled sounds, lighter than before, and not waking my wife this time. Because of the stranger in the house, I had no choice but to check it out. Returning downstairs, I followed the sound, which led me back to the den. There still on the couch was the young man, cock in hand, and what a cock it was. I could not help but stare at him from the shadows.

Shadows, yes, but not dark enough. “Do you like what you see? You can come closer for a better look.” He said.

“Oh, no, I’m okay. (yet moving closer) I mean, sorry, I’m not Gay, I mean, sorry, I didn’t mean to.”

“It’s okay, and you don't have to be Gay to enjoy yourself.” Wise words from a young man.

“Yeah, I guess, but I’m not into it.” (he stretched out his foot, placing it against my hard cock.)

“Well, someone is peaked.” (laughing) It’s okay, join me. Your wife will never know.”

Never taking my eyes off him, I joined in and found doing so a significant turn-on. Oh, of course, I've seen other men's penises, but never in a sexual way, not like this.

“It’s okay, you can suck it,” he said as if he could read my mind.

“Oh, I can't. I don't know how. I mean, I’m married.”

(laughing) “Well, does your wife have one of these? (Not waiting for an answer) So, it's no cheating. And as to knowing how, I bet you know what you like, and I am sure I will like it too.”

It was more wisdom from him, but on the other hand, I was an easy sell at that point. I kneeled before him, taking his cock into my mouth. I took to it well and, as he suggested, I did all those things I like and a few I was sure I would. And doing so successfully according to his moans.

“That’s it, good job. (laughing) Are you sure you're not Gay? Yes, make it hard so I can fuck your ass.”

That was something that had not entered my mind, but my cock had its own opinion, blasting my load untouched. “Do you have a condom?” he inquired.

“Yes, upstairs. I mean no, I’m not letting you fuck me in the ass.”

“Okay, your loss.”

I had no response to that, other than making my way upstairs again. There in bed, left with nothing but my thoughts and my sticky mess until those were joined by a third, regret. The next thing I knew, I was crawling on all fours to sneak a condom from my wife’s nightstand.

(Back in the den.) “Did you bring it?” (As if knowing the answer all along) I handed him the condom and watched as he stretched it over his hard cock. Then he instructed me to get on all fours. “Did you bring lube?”

“Shit, I mean no. I forgot to grab it.”

“That’s okay.” And with that, he began to tongue my ass.

“Oh fuck!” I screamed, having never felt that before. But as good as that felt, I now longed to feel his cock inside of me. But a finger first, joined by another one. Both stretching me out, so when he did finally switch to cock it went in with ease. At first, I bit my tongue, but it was just too good. “Fuck yes, fuck me,” I screamed. And it was as if my birthday wish came true.

He joined me with his loud moans of pleasure being in my tight ass, and then the final few plunges before the big release.

Be it luck, faith, or good timing, the lights came back on, and my wife, who had been watching, was at the base of the stairs, with two fingers still inside herself.