Date: Thu, 21 Mar 2024 16:28:17 -0500 From: Harry C Tadger Subject: BiSexual | Adult Friends | Traveler | Traveler - 0 Traveler: 0-Prelude After Junior was born, my wife decided she needed to take a break from lovemaking. Well, that's what she called it, I called it fucking somedays, lust others, and a few times love. I believe the night of Junior's conception it was a mixture of ravenous desire and selfishness because of the hardest hard-on I've ever had. That little fucker wanted to get out of my balls like a prisoner about to be set free because I remember filling her up to the point that some of Junior's siblings leaked onto the sheets. I remember looking down into her satiated pussy and admiring my work. It compelled me to go down on her and savor her beauty. As I was cleaning Annie up, the thought of what another man's cream might taste like mixed in with our juices creeped into my tongue's motion. I thought about Bill, my best friend, who is about 25 years older with a well-maturing grand dad bod. He could rope steers on Saturday at his farm and on Sunday be in front of the TV cursing the football game while still in Church clothes. He's a man's man and our chats during the company's Tuesday night happy hours captivate me. He's a role model despite his bald head and chest hair flowing out of his past-five-o'clock loosen collar shirt. I couldn't help myself as I went for round two. This time, however, I turned Annie over and fucked her doggie-style so she couldn't tell that I thought of someone other than her. I already felt like I was cheating, but I would never be with another woman. Yet, that wasn't what I was thinking about when I shot another big load into her wet pussy while she moaned with pleasure and I grunted in relief. This time, I stayed inside her as we spooned in bed. I happily fell asleep with my arms wrapped around her tender body. Unfortunately, that was the last time we had one of those raw, unbounded love-making, sex-ravenous sessions. The few times since then seemed pedestrian and obligatory. I mean they got the job done, but left me wanting more. I almost brought up the topic to Bill, but am too embarrassed. I mean the guy probably still fucks his wife sideways five times a week and maybe twice on Friday. I doubt he has the unspoken married-man curse. "I hear you took the Regional Accounts Manager job, Alex." "I did, Bill." I take a quick swig wondering if I will get his approval. "But didn't you just have a kid?" I knew that was coming. "I think that's why." "Are you running away?" "I can't, but this position pays more and I want the best for the little lad." "That's a hard one." "Harder than you think." I was getting excited in my trousers as I shifted and looked away. "You and the misses doing ok?" "I think so, but you know how it is." And there went my hard-on. "Make sure you kiss her every chance you can." "Oh, you can bet I have been doing that." I use my most machismo grin I can muster. Bill gives me that `I don't believe a word you say' stare, like the one my father gave me before he left my mother and me. "Sure." "What, you don't believe me?" "Kiss your wife." Bill stands and I watch him put on his suit jacket as my eyes linger a bit too long at his torso. When I look up to his eyes, I'm busted. "Don't let the woman of your life stop loving you because of a job and least of all money." Bill turns to walk away, then turns around, "And tell her you love her." I stare at Bill's ass as he walks away. Then, "I do love my wife." It's low and under my breath, but very much true. Don't forget to support Nifty: http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html