Date: Sat, 29 Jul 2023 06:10:02 +0000 (UTC) From: Andrew St.Clair Subject: For Beginnings: My Life with Bill -- Ch. 3 My Life with Bill -- Ch. 3 By Andy St.Clair Gay Erotica - Intended for Mature Audiences Only This story will contain graphic depictions of sexual intercourse, strong language and it is not meant for readers who are less than 18 years of age. Consider making a donation to Nifty by clicking the little blue button on the front page, as they help us all enjoy so many great stories, while aiding authors like me to display their work. This story is dedicated to my husband, lover and friend, Bill, who sadly passed away 6 years ago, aged 71. We had met 10 years earlier, in an online chatroom. We decided to meet in person and hit it off almost immediately. He was such a sweet and friendly guy. Lucky for me the attraction was mutual. When we made love that first night, I knew he was a keeper. Chapter 3 In the morning it was my turn to "sneak" out. I knew that Bill had the day off and I did not wish to disturb him. I, on the other hand, needed to be at work at 7 AM, which meant setting my alarm for 5 AM. As I was driving the 50 or so miles to work, I reflected on the last 2 nights. They had really been amazing. Bill was truly a super-sweet guy, so friendly and gentle, so accommodating and non-judgmental. I could feel myself falling for this man, who was 13 years older than me. We did not have a lot in commons. I am highly educated with a professional job, he was not. I am very "cultured," he was very a "salt of the earth" kind of guy. We really came from different universes. And yet, there was something about him that I found deeply attractive and I resolved to take this as far as it would go. The next few days were quite busy. I had to take a business-trip out of town, and also look after my aging parents, who lift a bit of a distance, for a few days. But we kept in touch via text messaging. Bill wasn't much of a computer geek, but he knew the basics and enjoyed sending e stuff, including sexy pictures and videos. We even talked on the phone a few times and set up a day and time for me to visit again before too long. As the day approached, I found myself getting more and more excited. I was looking forward to spending some quality time with Bill. He invited me for a long weekend, and so I came down on a Thursday evening, planning on staying until the following Monday. When I pulled into the parking spot in front of his house, he opened the door an greeted me with a huge smile. All my nervousness was gone in an instant (not that there had been any reason for it). I grabbed my overnight bag and headed towards where he was standing. We embraced and immediately locked in a long and wet French kiss. It was electric. I was so happy to be back in his presence, it was amazing. We went inside and sat on the couch in order to continue or intense kissing. His tongue was eagerly probing the inside of my mouth. I very much enjoyed his aggressive kissing style. I knew he was a passionate kisser, and in me he had a very willing participant, that is for sure. He was wearing a button-down shirt and my free hand moved to the center of his chest and started to unbutton his shirt, under which he was wearing an old-fashioned beater. My hand slipped underneath and felt his soft skin and semi-hairy chest. After a while I took of my shirt and shorts and climbed onto his lap, with my legs straddling his. We locked in the most intense kiss yet. It seemed to last forever. I did not want it to stop. I proceeded to nibble on his ears and neck, under his arms and down his chest. I wanted this man so bad! I unbuttoned his pants and pulled them down to his ankles, along with his boxers. Then I devoured his cock again. It was blissfully soaked with his precum, which I licked up to my heart's delight. Then I licked down to his balls, taking them into my mouth one by one. But my eager tongue went down even further to the space underneath his balls, which seemed to delight him. I place my hands under his thighs and pushed them up and back as much as I comfortably do, exposing his beautiful asshole to me. I could not wait to get my mouth on that and was hoping and praying that he would be ok wit that. I decided to push my lack, and when he showed no signs of resistance, and went to work on his hole. I let my tongue probe his opening and slowly pushed inside. Again he did not resist but instead moaned noticeably. I seemed to have hit the sweet spot! He squirmed under my wet-tongue assault on his butt. "Oh Andy, I love it when you tongue my ass." Like I needed any more encouragement! For a moment I contemplated trying to fuck him, but I knew he was an exclusive top and I did not want to push my luck too far. My own cock was near explosion now, and I needed to get off lest my balls burst. I climbed back on top of him and guided his wet cock to my own hole and to my surprise it went in without much trouble. I proceeded to ride his cock, gently at first, then faster. At one point I did get up and got some lube from the drawer, but that did not hurt the matter at all. As I was riding him, he jacked my cock and it did not take long for me to shoot a massive load all over his stomach. Soon after, he shot his own load into my man pussy. I use this term deliberately because I felt as though I was all his now, and it made me feel incredibly sexy and fulfilled to have his seed deep inside of me. We finished of this incredible love-making session with another long and wet French kiss, after which I rested my head on his should and we just sat there for a long time, contemplating what had just happened and happy that we had found each other.