He pushes me to my knees

Evan reached out, put his hands on my naked shoulders and gently pushed me down. I knew what he wanted. I'd used that move on more than a few girls during my time. Not my wife, of course, because she didn't suck cock. How strange, i thought, that i would be the cock sucker in our marriage.

It was odd being there face to face with a throbbing cock. Not bad, mind you, just odd. I was on my knees in front of the incredibly fit younger man with his erect penis inches from my face. I could smell him, the mixture of body spray and ball sweat. The latter didn't bother me so much, i was used to that smell.

I opened my mouth and leaned forward, taking the tip of his cock between my lips. Then i reached up with one hand and gently tickled his balls. He moaned in pleasure. I wrapped my other hand around the base of his big shaft and started to slowly stroke him.

I looked up into Evan's eyes, and the moment they locked, i felt that feeling i had come to seek on camera. I fely that feeling of having another person want you passionately. He wanted to face fuck me, then roll me over and wear my ass out. There is an animalistic quality to that that men don't typically get from women. Every woman ive been with want something else...a boyfriend, a husband, money, stature, etc etc, and they use sex to get to it.

My new friend didnt want any of that. He wanted to use me as a sex toy. He wanted to fuck me until he was spent. Being on the recieving end of that lust is an amazing feeling...

I kept eye contact as i stroked and sucked his cock, slowly taking him deeper and deeper into my mouth. His precum tasted salty and bitter, but i was used to that. Any guy who says he hasnt tasted his own at least once is telling you a lie.

It randomly crossed my mind that my wife was hiding in the closet, watching. I wondered if she was touching herself at the site of her husband of all these years deep throating a strange man's big cock.

"God your good," Evan whispered. "I'm getting close. Where do you want it?"