Often, I would go out again, since tickets for most of the theaters I visited were good for 8-12 hours,
By Saturday, I was dead on my ass. I signed up for an account on a gay dating site and met a few friends during work weeks to share blow jobs. He was pushing down on my back, and I accepted his dominance without even realizing my natural submission, and he spanked me more. I did not feel a nice pop as I expected as his head went past the muscle and into the cavity. After a late breakfast I walked over to mall to kill the morning and was bombarded by lingerie. I spent a few hours calling my wife wearing my new panties and bra, stroking my cock, and was excited. One last deep kiss and then he dressed in his shorts and shirt and left without a “Thank you Ma’am.”
Almost breathlessly, I laid on the bed, reached for my ass, felt the cum dribbling out. Sometimes it just hurt, and other times I felt pleasure as I relaxed and hit the right spots and rhythms. Hard. His sweaty scent was divine and I inhaled deeply.
