Yeah, You Trust Him

You don't know if it's the residual horniness from your dreams, the sheer hedonistic pleasure of the night before, or the fact one of the men you're most attracted to is alone with you, but you feel like being honest. You take several gulps of water and answer.

"I was getting fucked," you answer frankly.

"Oh really now?" Greg answers, his voice sounding, intrigued? "Your old friend who is in town?"

"Yes," you admit, seeing no reason to lie. You always trusted Greg. "An old boyfriend was having his bachelor party. A friend of his called me to see if I'd like to participate in his "last day of freedom."

"Oh my," Greg replies with a light chuckle. "Had fun did we?"

You smile. "Yeah I did. I drank a bit too much, and for that I am really sorry," you quickly apologize.

"Oh I'm not interested in the drinking," Greg says with a smile that instantly made you wet. You glance at his crotch, noticing the growing erection. Memories of the bathroom fresh in your mind. He walks over to you.

"That was the most boring part," you confess, your breathing growing faster. Your hands go to Greg's hips, pulling him gently closer to you, no mistaking your interest. "Honestly, I was looking forward to the dick." You move your face forward and once more push your face into his crotch, however there was no rush here. You slowly nuzzle into into his erection, pressing forward to take a long, longing sniff of his manly aroma.

"Suzy," he says your name with a longing that only turns you on more. He removes his jacket, and starts unbuttoning his shirt. "Were there a lot of people?"

You stop nuzzling to answer. "You mean how many people did I fuck?" There's a huskiness to your tone. You were so aroused, but it wasn't frantic. You were in no hurry as you slowly undid his belt then unzipped his pants. "Eight. Five men and three women." You slid Greg's pants down, his crotch now only covered by a pair of silken underwear. With an impish smile you move your head down, open your mouth, and take his balls into your mouth through the underwear. You look up at him and start "talking", which of course comes out as garbled nonsense.

"Mrs. Jones, you shouldn't talk..with your mouth full," he says, stuttering a bit as he cast his shirt aside. Knowing you had this power over such a sexy, mature man was immensely gratifying.

You stop mouthing his balls to repeat himself. "One of the girls was receptive to women, but I mostly spent time with the men. All of them." You say as you slip your fingers into the waistband of his underwear.

"No wonder you were so out of sorts. Sure you should be doing anything "strenuous" right now?" Greg teases her.

"I know my limits, but thank you for asking." You slowly slide his underwear down until his cock springs out. "God that's nice."

"Thank you,Suzy, but perhaps you could remove your nightgown?" Greg asks.

"You mean the nightgown you left for me?" You tease back, bringing your hands up to slide the straps down then pushing it down. "How do you want me, Mr. Saunders?"

He smiles. "You decide. You know your limits after all."