Friday Night Fun, Swallowing

Carl was fully aware of my plans with Oliver. He understood that our arrangement worked best with his support, so he agreed to stay home while I entertained my new toyboy. Before leaving me to it, Carl would meet Oliver for a quick introduction, just to ensure I was comfortable and safe. Once he saw everything was fine, he'd retreat to his man cave nearby and let me enjoy myself.

During the week leading up to Friday, Oliver and I kept in touch at the gym and through text messages. He was clearly excited about being with an older woman, and I could tell he was discreet, so I didn’t worry about him bragging. When I mentioned Carl would be home during our first meeting, Oliver admitted he was a bit nervous—which was understandable. After all, who wouldn’t feel a little uneasy meeting a husband moments before sleeping with his wife? I assured him it was just to ensure everything went smoothly and wouldn’t be a regular thing. That seemed to calm him down.

Friday finally arrived. I told Oliver to come over at 7 p.m., which would give us plenty of time to have fun. I took a shower, slipped into stockings and suspenders, and threw on a towel robe—nothing else underneath. As I finished getting ready, I heard a knock at the door. I smiled to myself, knowing it was Oliver. I could hear him and Carl exchanging polite conversation in the living room while I lingered upstairs, letting them break the ice.

When I finally came downstairs, they were sitting on the sofa. Oliver looked relaxed, though his eyes lit up when he saw me.

"Hey, boys," I greeted, stepping into the room. Carl got up, walked over, and gave me a kiss.

"I’ll leave you two to it," he said, smiling at me before heading off to his man cave.

I turned to Oliver, who was still sitting on the sofa, and extended my hand. "Come on," I said with a playful grin. He stood, and I kissed him passionately. He kissed me back, and I could already feel the hardness growing in his pants. Taking his hand, I led him upstairs to the bedroom. Once inside, I shut the door and leaned back against it, my eyes locked on him.

"Take your clothes off," I commanded softly.

Oliver obeyed, quickly undressing until he stood naked before me. His body was youthful and eager, his cock already standing at attention. I motioned for him to lie on the bed, and he propped himself up on his elbows, watching intently as I untied my robe and let it slip from my shoulders. It pooled at my feet, leaving me completely exposed.

"Wow," he murmured, his eyes drinking me in. "I can’t believe this is actually happening."

Smiling, I climbed onto the bed and straddled him. His hands moved eagerly over my body, cupping my breasts and sliding down to stroke my wet pussy. I reached down to grab his balls, giving them a teasing squeeze.

"Hope there’s plenty in here for me," I whispered with a wicked smile.

"There is," he replied, his voice thick with arousal.

I positioned myself between his legs, taking his cock in my hand as I kissed the tip. Then I began to work him, licking each of his balls before running my tongue up the length of his shaft. His moans grew louder as I swallowed his cock all the way down to the base.

It didn’t take long to realize Oliver wasn’t used to being sucked like this. His reactions told me everything. This was going to be the first of many extractions from those delicious, full balls of his, and I was going to make sure he felt every moment of it.

I started by gently sucking his balls, running my tongue over them as I licked up and down his shaft. I repeated this, letting my warm saliva coat his balls and every inch of his cock. Then I took it further, lowering my mouth over his length and beginning to deep-throat him—no hands, just pure, eager hunger. Oliver was rock hard, clearly reveling in the attention, and I could tell I was giving him the best blowjob he’d ever experienced.

I took my time, savoring each moment as I slowly deep-sucked his cock, letting him feel the warmth and pressure of my throat. His groans filled the room, his body trembling under my touch. After a while, his breathing quickened, and his voice came out heavy and strained: “I’m going to cum.”

I didn’t stop. Instead, I doubled down, eager to taste him. My tongue worked against him as I swallowed his cock deeper, encouraging him to let go. Moments later, Oliver’s body tensed, his groans turning into sharp, uncontrollable gasps as a flood of hot cum erupted into my mouth.

It was a huge load—thick, salty streams of cum spilling into me, filling my mouth completely. I held him there as he emptied himself, savoring the sensation as his cock twitched with every pulse. When he finally stopped, I slowly pulled back, his cock glistening with saliva and the remnants of his orgasm.

Oliver’s eyes met mine, wide with awe. I stared back at him as I deliberately swallowed every drop, licking my lips with a wicked smile before leaning back down to take him into my mouth again. His groan was deep and guttural, his hips jerking involuntarily at the overstimulation.

“Christ, that was amazing,” he gasped, his voice shaky but full of raw pleasure. His groans only grew louder as I continued, determined to show him just how much more I could give him.