I could hear the rain on the roof as my alarm went off at 6:00. It was Saturday, and I was all set with a tee-time with my friend Joe from work. I checked my weather app to confirm that a front had moved in, meaning no golf today. Shit.
I turned to my wife who was still sleeping and decided to leave her be. No reason to wake her up this early, so I went downstairs and made coffee. Darla joined me downstairs shortly after. “Coffee smells good, even from upstairs.”
“Since it’s raining, why not come shopping with me,” she asked. The dreaded question. “I need to get a few things at the mall, then we can have lunch and maybe look at a new TV for the family room.” Sweeting the deal. Well played.
After finding a spot and running through the rain, I went to Starbucks for a large coffee before taking spot on the couch with the others deflated man who were dragged to the mall “for a few things.”
I tried Facebook, some of the sports networks and Tik Tok. I looked around at the other men and couldn’t believe that I had become one of them. Most of the other guys had greying or receding hair, some degree of a tire in their mid-section. Is that where I was headed?
Looking around, I decided to try to guess what was going on in the lives of others, amusing myself my making up wild stories in my head about different couples and groups of friends. And yeah, I checked out the young women.
Eventually, I the coffee got the best of me. I texted Darla:
“gotta pee, going to take a walk for a while, where should we meet for lunch?”
“in front of the Gap on the 2nd fl at about 12:30. Lunch is your choice.”
I walked through the mall, admiring the people who were passing. Then I started to say “good morning” to anyone who made eye contact with me. More fun. Not.
Walking toward the men’s room I noticed the “Family Restroom” that was one of the options. Times had changed. I never liked taking my kids into the men’s room, so this was a good option, I guess.
I washed my hands and headed out, catching a young couple leaving the “family bathroom.” It was clear what had been going on just before as we all froze.
“Oh my God,” the woman said, “I knew we’d be caught.”
“He doesn’t know you, or us. Don’t worry,” said the reassuring boyfriend who clearly scared shitless but was keeping his cool.
“I really don’t…” I started to say as the guy dragged us both into the bathroom, locking it behind us.
“You can’t tell anyone that you saw us,” he said. “We should not be here, doing this.”
“Yeah, that’s pretty clear,” I said. With nothing to lose, I was enjoying the tension and discomfort.
“Tim, I told you that we shouldn’t fuck in here in the middle of the day,” she said.
“Ok Tim,” you and, whatever her name is had some fun.” Good for you guys.
“You can’t tell anyone,” Tim repeated.
“What if,” she said as she approached me. Whispering in my ear, she said “what if I blew you?”
“I am married,” I said as I checked out the woman who had made the offer. I’ve been married for over 10 years, and another woman hasn’t done that to me in about 13 years.”
“All the more reason for you to keep quiet,” she said as she ran her finger from my knee up to the tip of my swelling cock. Wrapping her hand around my fattening cock, she said “Let’s see what we’re working with,” expecting me to reveal my name.
“No names,” aside from Tim, of course.”
I undid my belt as she pulled my pants and underwear down. “Holy shit, Tim, look at this cock!” At 7-1/2 inches I was on the big side, but not in comparison to the monsters that I had seen in porn. Sitting me down on the toilet, she bent at the waist and fondled my balls as she grabbed my shaft. She stuck out her tongue and flicked my wide cock head with her piercing.
“MMMMMMmmmm” she moaned as Her deep cleavage was in full view, and with the looks of her nipples, I was guessing that she was braless. I was all in and I reached forward, moving the fabric of her V-neck tee shirt side to reveal a perfect round breast. Taking the other one out, I teased her nipples as she bent to suck me. As she descended my shaft, inch after inch disappeared down her throat as her tits mashed against my hands.
After a few minutes, my head was swimming “I need to get fucked again.” She said before continuing to suck me. Tim pulled down his sweatpants, revealing an impressive, yet limp cock. Jacking himself with one hand, while touching his girlfriend’s ass didn’t do the trick for him. “Fuck, I just came” he said aloud.
The woman moved up my cock, giving one more swirl of her tongue before standing. “Fuck me,” she said, looking at me. I am on the pill, just fuck me,” she moaned as she pulled up her skirt, revealing that she wasn’t wearing panties. She bent over the sink, bending over to offer her wet, pussy to me. Tim got behind me, opening her pussy for my cock. “She is so fucking hot,” he moaned as my cock passed his fingers as I buried myself in his girlfriend.
“Stand still,” she said as she started moving back and forth, fucking herself on my cock. “So big, so thick, so amazing” she mumbled as she used my penis as her toy. Tim was strumming her clit from below as his arm touched my balls. I leaned forward, holding on by her tits, teasing her nipples.
It was clear that I was close. I was quiet given where we were, but my breathing gave me away. Tim pulled me back, sitting me on the toilet as his girlfriend swung around, dropped to her knees, and took me into her mouth again, swirling her tongue as I came in her mouth.
Tim was hard from the show and pulled her onto his cock as he came within seconds. Dressed and ready to go, I said goodbye and left.
My wife had texted me that she would be another 15 minutes and would meet me back at the couch where we parted earlier. I was back at the couch in plenty of time, with a feeling of deep satisfaction and amazement.
Tim and his girlfriend passed me on the couch. “Nice meeting you,” Tim said as he past.
The guy next to me said “Oh, I see you met Tim and Julia today” with a knowing smile. Two other guys chuckled just as my wife approached.
“Ready for lunch,” she asked as she handed me her bags.
“Yes, I am starving!”
I turned to my wife who was still sleeping and decided to leave her be. No reason to wake her up this early, so I went downstairs and made coffee. Darla joined me downstairs shortly after. “Coffee smells good, even from upstairs.”
“Since it’s raining, why not come shopping with me,” she asked. The dreaded question. “I need to get a few things at the mall, then we can have lunch and maybe look at a new TV for the family room.” Sweeting the deal. Well played.
After finding a spot and running through the rain, I went to Starbucks for a large coffee before taking spot on the couch with the others deflated man who were dragged to the mall “for a few things.”
I tried Facebook, some of the sports networks and Tik Tok. I looked around at the other men and couldn’t believe that I had become one of them. Most of the other guys had greying or receding hair, some degree of a tire in their mid-section. Is that where I was headed?
Looking around, I decided to try to guess what was going on in the lives of others, amusing myself my making up wild stories in my head about different couples and groups of friends. And yeah, I checked out the young women.
Eventually, I the coffee got the best of me. I texted Darla:
“gotta pee, going to take a walk for a while, where should we meet for lunch?”
“in front of the Gap on the 2nd fl at about 12:30. Lunch is your choice.”
I walked through the mall, admiring the people who were passing. Then I started to say “good morning” to anyone who made eye contact with me. More fun. Not.
Walking toward the men’s room I noticed the “Family Restroom” that was one of the options. Times had changed. I never liked taking my kids into the men’s room, so this was a good option, I guess.
I washed my hands and headed out, catching a young couple leaving the “family bathroom.” It was clear what had been going on just before as we all froze.
“Oh my God,” the woman said, “I knew we’d be caught.”
“He doesn’t know you, or us. Don’t worry,” said the reassuring boyfriend who clearly scared shitless but was keeping his cool.
“I really don’t…” I started to say as the guy dragged us both into the bathroom, locking it behind us.
“You can’t tell anyone that you saw us,” he said. “We should not be here, doing this.”
“Yeah, that’s pretty clear,” I said. With nothing to lose, I was enjoying the tension and discomfort.
“Tim, I told you that we shouldn’t fuck in here in the middle of the day,” she said.
“Ok Tim,” you and, whatever her name is had some fun.” Good for you guys.
“You can’t tell anyone,” Tim repeated.
“What if,” she said as she approached me. Whispering in my ear, she said “what if I blew you?”
“I am married,” I said as I checked out the woman who had made the offer. I’ve been married for over 10 years, and another woman hasn’t done that to me in about 13 years.”
“All the more reason for you to keep quiet,” she said as she ran her finger from my knee up to the tip of my swelling cock. Wrapping her hand around my fattening cock, she said “Let’s see what we’re working with,” expecting me to reveal my name.
“No names,” aside from Tim, of course.”
I undid my belt as she pulled my pants and underwear down. “Holy shit, Tim, look at this cock!” At 7-1/2 inches I was on the big side, but not in comparison to the monsters that I had seen in porn. Sitting me down on the toilet, she bent at the waist and fondled my balls as she grabbed my shaft. She stuck out her tongue and flicked my wide cock head with her piercing.
“MMMMMMmmmm” she moaned as Her deep cleavage was in full view, and with the looks of her nipples, I was guessing that she was braless. I was all in and I reached forward, moving the fabric of her V-neck tee shirt side to reveal a perfect round breast. Taking the other one out, I teased her nipples as she bent to suck me. As she descended my shaft, inch after inch disappeared down her throat as her tits mashed against my hands.
After a few minutes, my head was swimming “I need to get fucked again.” She said before continuing to suck me. Tim pulled down his sweatpants, revealing an impressive, yet limp cock. Jacking himself with one hand, while touching his girlfriend’s ass didn’t do the trick for him. “Fuck, I just came” he said aloud.
The woman moved up my cock, giving one more swirl of her tongue before standing. “Fuck me,” she said, looking at me. I am on the pill, just fuck me,” she moaned as she pulled up her skirt, revealing that she wasn’t wearing panties. She bent over the sink, bending over to offer her wet, pussy to me. Tim got behind me, opening her pussy for my cock. “She is so fucking hot,” he moaned as my cock passed his fingers as I buried myself in his girlfriend.
“Stand still,” she said as she started moving back and forth, fucking herself on my cock. “So big, so thick, so amazing” she mumbled as she used my penis as her toy. Tim was strumming her clit from below as his arm touched my balls. I leaned forward, holding on by her tits, teasing her nipples.
It was clear that I was close. I was quiet given where we were, but my breathing gave me away. Tim pulled me back, sitting me on the toilet as his girlfriend swung around, dropped to her knees, and took me into her mouth again, swirling her tongue as I came in her mouth.
Tim was hard from the show and pulled her onto his cock as he came within seconds. Dressed and ready to go, I said goodbye and left.
My wife had texted me that she would be another 15 minutes and would meet me back at the couch where we parted earlier. I was back at the couch in plenty of time, with a feeling of deep satisfaction and amazement.
Tim and his girlfriend passed me on the couch. “Nice meeting you,” Tim said as he past.
The guy next to me said “Oh, I see you met Tim and Julia today” with a knowing smile. Two other guys chuckled just as my wife approached.
“Ready for lunch,” she asked as she handed me her bags.
“Yes, I am starving!”
