Stories : I’m married and like to get blown by men!
Shopping is one of the things I hate the most, but every year my wife drags me out to buy clothes that I either don’t need or don’t want. I am not sure why I am forced to go through this bull shit each year, but she claims that I need the clothes, and in the end, it is easier to give into her demands then to argue with her.
She usually drags me to the most expensive places first, I think she hopes that I will just buy whatever she points at first just to be done with it, but the one thing I hate more than shopping is spending money, so I always hold out, knowing she will take me to less expensive places later.
After not finding a thing at the first two shops, we landed at a little place owned by her cousin. I have never really liked her cousin; he always seemed to try way too hard to be nice but never cuts his prices.
As she usually does, my wife loaded me up with a stack of clothes to take to the dressing room and try on. I took the clothes, following her instructions, and she went over and started chatting with her cousin.
The dressing room is small, with only two rooms. I took the last available room and went to work trying on clothes. I started with a pair of jeans.
They were actually ok, heavy jeans without too much design. I kind of liked them. I put them on and went out to look at them in the mirrors. When I opened the door, the guy in the room next to me came out of his room at the site time, he moved aside so I could go to the mirror first.
As I looked at the jeans, I realized he was watching me so I shot him a glance. He looked me in the eye and said, “Those look great, I did not see those out there, where did you find them?” “You would need to ask my wife, I am totally lost.” I replied. He laughed and then went right back to staring at the jeans.
I started to move away from the mirror and go back to my room. As I walked off, he asked me if I was going to buy them. I said no, so he asked what size they were. When I replied they were 32 / 30 he asked if he could try them on too. I said sure and headed back to my room.
He followed me as I walked back to my room, which at the time I thought was strange, but just went along with it. As I went in my room it seemed as if he was trying to follow me in. I shut the door, but the door was a half door, good enough for privacy when someone was in the hall, but he was standing right at the door and could see everything in my room.
I looked at him and he turned away, standing in the same spot. I decided to just take the jeans off and hand them to him, so I turned around and started to take off the pants. I had one leg out and I noticed that he had turned back around and was watching me as I undressed. He was staring right at my dick. I realized what was going on and was unsure what to do. I did not know if I should tell him to fuck off, or what.
I was kind of stunned, just standing there in my underwear, holding the jeans up, and looking at him staring at my dick.
He looked up and stared me right in the eyes and said, “let me suck it”. At first I was pissed off and just wanted to tell him to fuck off. But I thought about it and realized that a blow job is a blow job, and I wasn’t getting any of that at home, that’s for sure. I also noticed I was getting a little turned on at the idea of getting my cock sucked in public with my wife just a wall away.
I had let a guy suck my cock before; actually, the guy licked my ass too which felt pretty good. So this was not going to be my first time I have had a guy on the end of my dick. It was not a big deal then, I did not touch his cock at all, I basically just stood there while he went down on me. The guy was the husband of my wife’s sorority sister who had come to visit on their way to Montreal. He gave really good head and even swallowed my load. If this guy was half as good I was ready for some of that!
I did not say a thing to him as he waited for an answer, I just pulled down my underwear and opened the door. He stepped in the room, got on his knees and started to suck my soft cock.
His warm mouth felt great on my cock. He reached up and grabbed by balls as my dick swelled. I got hard instantly as he went to work, taking my cock down his throat.
I grabbed the sides of his head and started to push my cock in and out of his mouth, fucking his face and pushing every inch of my dick down his throat.
He was amazing, nobody had ever sucked my cock the way he did and he seemed to love doing it. He held my balls tight in one hand while he used the other to massage my cock as it slid in and out of his hot, wet mouth.
Just as I was about to cum I heard my wife yell “How’s it going in there?” I replied “Good, I think I found what I was looking for.” Just as the words came out of my mouth I could tell I was seconds away from shooting my load. I grabbed the back of his head, pushed my cock in deep and started to shoot my hot cum in his eager mouth. I could feel my balls and scrotum jump as the cum shot out of my cock and slid down his throat. He swallowed every drop squeezing as much of jizz out of my dick as he could.
With my cock still in his mouth, he looked up at me and smiled. With one more deep thrust, I pulled out, he stood up and walked out of the dressing room.
I put the jeans I had tried back on, walked out of the dressing room, when up to my wife and said, “These are the only thing that fit and I like.”
Now, every time I wear those jeans, I get an instant hardon.