Date: Mon, 4 May 2015 04:39:44 -0700
From: 1967author@gmail.com
Subject: My Married Friend (Part Four)

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My Married Friend (Part Four)

	We settled into a pattern. When we were in town, we were best
friends. Nothing less, but certainly nothing more.

	When we were out of town, we were lovers. The "it's just sex"
fiction had been challenged on the golf trip and then shattered at our
firm's annual retreat six months later. Rob and I went to the retreat a day
early to play golf, and we shared a room that night, ostensibly to save
money. When the group of golfers talked about grabbing dinner together, Rob
opted out, claiming he had promised a client some work and needed to
fulfill that promise. I opted in.

	Once we were back in the hotel, Rob told me I should opt out of
dinner. When I asked why, Rob responded only that he had a surprise for me.

	My surprise was a full-fledged date, albeit a private one. Our room
had a jacuzzi tub, and we had drinks as we relaxed in the tub together,
sitting across from each other with our legs intertwined. Rob's foot found
my crotch, and my foot found his. As we drank and smiled at each other, we
rubbed our feet over each other's dick and balls.

	Rob suggested "When you finish your wine, come over here." I threw
back the last bit and slipped across the tub. Rob opened his left arm, and
I put my head on his shoulder as I slid my right arm behind him. He used
his left hand to turn my face to his, and then he kissed me. As we kissed,
he shifted so that he was in front of me. His right hand slid up and down
all over my chest and stomach. As I put my arms around Rob's neck, he
gripped my dick with his right hand. Without breaking the kiss, he
whispered "I want to make you cum" and started jacking me off. When I
opened my eyes, Rob's eyes were open, too, and he was staring at me. He
jerked me faster and kissed me deeper. When he felt I was about to cum, Rob
sucked my tongue into his mouth as hard as he could. I exploded into the
hot water as I clamped Rob's face to mine. Rob milked me until I could not
take any more, then finally pulled his hand off my dick and his lips from
mine.

	Rob got out of the water, grabbed a plush white towel, and returned
to the tub, holding to towel open for me to step into. When I did, Rob
wrapped the towel around me and guided me to the bed. Once there, he spread
me and the towel out, kneeled over me, and coated his dick with previously
unseen lube. As he lowered his face to mine, I grabbed his dick, worked
some of the lube off of it into my hand, and smeared what I had on my
opening. As we kissed, Rob's hard dick pressed against my balls and my
taint until he hooked my legs in his arms, raised my ass, and found me
waiting for him. Even though too much time passed between visits, Rob
remembered what to do. He worked himself slowly into me, pausing to give me
time to relax and to catch my breath. When he could not go any farther, he
moved my legs and hips looking for that extra give that allowed him to go
deeper. He did not stop until he found it and his pubic hair and balls were
flush with my ass. At that point, Rob slowly worked his way in and out
while I clenched and unclenched my muscles, stroking him from the inside.

	It was always like this. Rob liked long, slow fucks. He would not
speed up, no matter how much I wanted him to. I would lay on my back, my
head flopping from one side to the other as Rob's long, thick meat slid
back and forth over my prostate, sending jolts of pleasure through me. On
and on he would go, refusing to come until I begged him to. When he
realized I could not take any more, he would speed up, covering both of us
in sweat and grunting as he came and then collapsed on top of me.

	This time was no different, except he did not collapse on top of me
when he came. Instead, he leaned in and kissed me, slipped out of me, and
kissed my neck, then my chest, and then my stomach before taking my dick
into his mouth. Not knowing how sore my ass was from the ride he had just
taken, he slipped his finger inside of me as he took every inch of me into
his mouth. When he found my button, I came again, arching my back, raising
my hips, and filling his mouth with my cock and my cum. He kept sucking
until I was dry, then spit my load into the towel. Then, he took me back in
his mouth, laid his head on my thigh, and let me go soft in his mouth as I
tried to catch my breath.

	Rob made his way back up my body and then pressed all of his weight
onto me. I put my arms around him as he raised his head and kissed me.

	"I really like fucking you," he said, breaking the kiss.

	"I really like when you fuck me," I responded, adding "I also
really like when you suck me."

	"I think you like doing that more than I do."

	"I'm sure I do. I love doing it. I love your dick, and I love
having it in my mouth."

	"I am not much of an enthusiast."

	"You don't have to do it if don't want to."

	I raised my eyes to his, and he kissed me. He broke the kiss with
"Fucking you made me hungry. Let's order dinner."

	We did. We ate in the turkish robes provided. We sat next to each
other, and I periodically took Rob's hand in mine.

	When we had finished the bottle of wine we ordered with dinner, Rob
stood up, hung his dick in my face, and asked if I wanted dessert. I did,
desperately. So, I took his soft dick in my mouth and started to work the
head with my tongue. Rob was quickly hard and holding my head while he
fucked my face. I slowed him down and took all of him into my throat before
allowing him to resume the fucking. I held Rob's balls in my right hand as
I worked his beautiful dick with my throat. When I felt his balls clench, I
knew dessert was headed my way. Rob doubled over as he came. As he did, his
dick left my throat, and his cum filled my mouth. I savored it before I
swallowed it.

	We had both cum twice, and we were both tired (and a little
drunk). So, we climbed into bed, and Rob pulled the blanket up over our
naked bodies. Rob laid flat on his back, and I put my head in his chest
hair. We fell asleep.

	I woke up at 1:30. Rob was hard, so I laid my head on his stomach
and toyed with his glans, which woke him up. He let me play awhile, and
then he rolled over onto his left side, using his strength to force me onto
my right. After a little maneuvering, he had us in a full 69 and insisted
"let's do this together."

	We did, establishing a slow rhythm where we were both at each
other's base at the same time. We sped up and slowed down together. We were
not in a hurry. Naturally, I came first, again filling Rob's mouth. He came
as soon as I had finished, filling my mouth with my second helping of
dessert. I was a glutton.

	It was 2:27 when I returned my head to Rob's chest. I could not
leave well enough alone.

	"So, what's going on here?" I asked.

	"I don't know. We're fulfilling a need, I guess."

	"What's your need?"

	"I'm in a sexless marriage. My options are celibacy, masturbation,
or you. When we are in town, I choose masturbation. When we are out of
town, I choose you. And masturbation."

	"Why not just have an affair?"

	"I dunno. I have a hard time having sex with someone I don't love,
and I can't be married and love another woman. I have justified in my head
being married and doing this with you. It may not make sense to anyone
else, but it makes sense to me. Or at least I tell myself it does."

	"What need are you filling for me?"

	"A temporary one."

	"How so?"

	"I can't give you what you want. I'm married, and I'm not gay,
notwithstanding the evidence that's piling up to the contrary. This is
enough for you now, but it won't be for very long. You'll want more than I
can give, and you'll have to find it somewhere else."

	"I'm not sure about that."

	"I am. You're an awesome guy, and you're not going to be satisfied
with sneaking away every six months or so and fucking in secret. You'll
want to be lovers, and I'm not going to do that. It's not what I want, and
I'm not going to let my life come undone."

	"If your marriage is sexless, then why not fuck around in town?
Your wife can't expect you to be a eunuch."

	"She doesn't pay much attention to me. But, if I start disappearing
here and there, then we'll get careless, she'll get suspicious, and we'll
get caught. And it will all be over . . . marriage . . . family, all of
it."

	I had nothing to say. I knew he was right. No matter how much I
got, I would want more. And, I would not be satisfied until I had destroyed
everything he wanted but me. I fell asleep knowing.