Afternoon Cock Sent By My Wife

Sweat was pouring off me. It was my day off and I had decided to finish the gardening project I had started over the weekend, fixing the irrigation lines in our backyard. I needed a break, really needed something cold to drink. After fishing out a beer from the fridge, I headed back outside, lit up a smoke and began to soak up the sun. Looking down I noticed sweat was filling my navel. Casually I stuck my finger in the hole and watched the fluid run down my stomach and soak into my shorts. The beer tasted good and the cigarette topped it off. God, I should quit this smoking shit but every once in a while smoking was just so damn good. The work was almost done, well done, and I felt good about the project. Starting to nod off in my chair, I could feel the heat and the cold beer working their magic. Slipping my hand in my shorts, I lifted my balls away from the damp cloth giving them some air. My cock stirred a little at the touch, so gently I stroked a finger along the shaft, flicking along the head. My penis felt good. Maybe I'll just jerk off here in the backyard. Pushing my shorts down my thighs, I let my cock free. I leaned back enjoying the warm sun on my penis while I stroked my nipples, thinking of good sex. Monica and I had had a lovely fuck last night and the aroma of her cunt and my semen arose from crotch. I hadn't bothered to shower this morning; not much sense in cleaning up just to get dirty again.

"Having fun?"

I jerked around, almost falling out the chair. Dale, a friend of Monica's from work, was standing behind me with a shit-eating grin on his face.

Laughing, he said, " Christ, I'm sorry. I rang the bell and no one answered, so I just came around by the side gate. Mon said you would be home working on the garden."

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"She asked me to drop some files off. Hey, I'm really sorry to scare you like that"

"No problem, Dale. I was a little out of it from the work and the heat." I had covered up by this time. "You want a beer or something? Sit down and take the load off."

Off to the kitchen to fetch a beer for him, the cold of the house hit like a shock. It was probably a hundred plus outside, but icy indoors. As I poured his drink into a tumbler, I could see Dale sitting out back. I had met him many times at gatherings of Monica's friends. I liked him as a nice, friendly sort of guy. He was about my age, forty something or other, single, probably gay. My cock gave a twitch in my shorts. A little on the chubby side, but then so was I. Too much good life and not enough hard physical labor had taken a toll on my waistline. His hair was thinning a bit, but the moustache was a nice touch. I wondered if Monica was setting me up with this guy. She knew I had developed a fondness for sex with men. In fact, she was orchestrated my first encounter with a guy a year ago. My cock felt nice a warm, and was obviously swelling. 'Dale would be fun' I am thinking 'I wonder if he is gay.'

Returning with his beer, I sat down and leaned back and soaked in the sun. I was still pretty soaked from the workout in the yard. Looking over at Dale, I notice that sweat is beading up on his forehead. He looked uncomfortable in his slacks, shirt and tie. It was obvious he had just come from the office. Sweat was beginning to dot the front of his shirt.

"Hot as hell out here isn't it. You okay or do you want to drink these inside?"

"The sun's good ... you mind if I take my shirt off?" he says. Then stripping off his shirt, and kicking off his shoes, Dale leaned back and began to soak up the sun just like me.

"You looked as though you were about to get into it when I surprised you" he continues. "It's really private back here. You could do just about anything you want."

I look over to see if this talk is innocent or if he is coming on to me. Dale is staring at me with the most beautiful smile. "Yes, we could. We could do just about anything" I answer. Monica had to set this up I'm thinking.

Dale reaches over and gently stokes my chest with the back of his hand. My nipples harden, popping up in the hair on my chest. I reach down take his hand, kissing his knuckles, licking the sweat, my sweat, from his hand. Looking up into his face, he is still smiling at me. I press his hand to my face and slowly suck his thumb into my mouth, all the while staring into his eyes. My cock is hard by now, poking down the leg of my shorts, the head almost out. I continue to suck his thumb in and out of mouth, a stubby little pretend cock. Dale sighs and closes his eyes. I know we have a lovely afternoon ahead of us.

I reach up and run my hand up the back of his neck and into his hair. It's soaking wet. A drop of sweat has run down his nose and is hanging on the tip. Gently I pull his face toward my own, then lean forward and lick the drop from his nose. Salty. Dale pushes his lips into mine and finally we begin to kiss. He grabs my face with his hands and grinds his mouth into my own. His tongue invades me, pushing into my mouth, like a fat sausage cock. I suck his tongue but in my mind I am sucking his cock. Soon, soon I'll have the real thing but for now the kiss is wonderful, powerful. His moustache is tickling my lips. I break away for air, then grab him back, and force my tongue into his mouth. He accepts the challenge as we lock together, hands frantically rubbing each other's chest, pinching our nipples, urgently grabbing each other in embrace.

We slide out of the chairs and down into the grass. Dale lifts his hips for me as I undo his belt and zipper and slide his pants off. Standing above him, I survey the feast. He is a wonderfully hairy bastard. Hairy chest, shoulders and a thick mat buries his cock. His stomach is ample; his legs are gorgeous; strong and hairy like his chest. I slip my shorts off, freeing my aching cock, then lie down in the grass beside him. I want to suck him, I mean really suck him but I force myself to go slowly. I want Dale to enjoy this for as long as possible. We both glisten with sweat, the heat of the sun stoking our own passion. His cock is small but thick and fat at the head. It will fit oh so nicely in my mouth.

But first we just embrace, rolling into each other's arm, hugging tightly then kissing. Our cocks are touching. I love the feel of his flesh rubbing against my own. He humps his penis along my stomach, sliding it through my hair. Then back down to my groin, grindng his cock alongside my own. His tongue invades my ear and I twitch all over. I hear his breath roaring, as he flicks his tongue along my ear lobe, then feel his little nips and bites. Pulling away I pounce on his left nipple, sucking it into my mouth and then swirling my tongue to make it bigger, harder. It must be very good for him, because Dale is panting and lifting his crotch up off the grass. Time for cock.

Licking down his wet belly and into his damp pubic hair I find that lovely shaft of flesh. I can't waste anymore time, I want it now. I throw my mouth around his fat cock and take it all. No gagging, his cock is a perfect fit for me, and I pump and suck him in and out. I feel a shock of pleasure and know that my own organ is buried deep in Dale's mouth. My arms are wrapped about his ass pulling his penis to my lips. My fingers are frantic, stoking into the crack of his ass. I mouth fuck him. I fuck his mouth. We are gasping and rolling about the lawn, each trying to push deeper into the mouth of the other. Dale is spasming, pouring into my mouth and then I release into his as well. When I catch my breath again, I lick his softening penis, cleaning the last of the semen from his hair and off his thighs. Still feeling that wonderful after sex glow, I rub my face into his thighs and chubby cock. The sexual aroma is powerful and almost narcotic.

Reaching for the beer next to my chair, I empty the warm liquid into Dale's crotch. Like a good lover he just smiles and sighs as I press my face into his soaking pubic hair and proceed to suck the beer from his body. Then little by little we kiss back up each other's belly, then chest and finally face to face. He has my cum spattered around his cheeks. I lick it up on my tongue, than offer it to his mouth. Dale accepts it gratefully as once again we lock into a long sweet kiss. Gentler this time, less frantic but so lovely. This man is a very good lover.

We haven't spoken in ages, just lying there totally overcome and spent. "Was this Monica's idea?" I finally ask.

Dale grins. "Of course. Do you mind?"

"Not at all. Just so long as we do it again" I answer, and then begin another oral journey down Dale's body to his beautiful cock.

What a wonderful wife I have in Monica. She is this most passionate sexual woman I have ever known. She is caring and loving. And for variety, once in a while, she sends me cock.

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