Playtime with Sam

I have known, let's call him Sam, for many, many years.  In fact, when he and his wife got married some 25 years ago, I had a key role in their wedding.  Out of the blue, about 10 years ago, I was on Manhunt and was contacted by a guy who said he thought he knew me and proceeded to tell me why.  As his wife would probably not approve, his profile did not have a face picture!  Ha!  After much back and forth over many days, we finally were able to meet for the first time.  That’s another story for another time.  We have continued to get together whenever possible.  Sam is still as handsome today as he was during that first encounter.  He is 53, 6’5”, 190, salt/pepper hair, and definitely knows his way around the weights at the gym.  One early morning last week, I was walking into a café for my daily purchase.  It still quite dark in the morning, but across the large parking lot, I thought I saw Sam enjoying a cigarette.  I have a huge cig fetish, so I was quickly aroused and wanted to see if it was in fact him.  It had been a while. Taking a chance, I sent him a text message, and sure enough he responded “guilty.”  I asked if he wanted some company.  He quickly said he did, so after I left the café, I drove over to where he was.  He had sparked up another cigarette (something else of which his wife is unaware) and offered me one.  I accepted and we stood there chatting and smoking bundled up in the cold.  He then placed one of his hands into his coat pocket and pulled open the bottom of his coat.  In the time I was in the café, he had unzipped his pants and pulled out his beautiful, fat dong and shaved sac then used his coat to cover it.  What a glorious site.  Sam said that he was heading out of town for a day of meetings and would be driving home in the general direction of my house if my husband and I were free for some naughty fun later in the day.  At this point, my trousers are tented while standing there smoking and watching him open and close his coat.  I told him that my man had an appointment that night, but I would be home.  A plan was made for later that afternoon; however, I just needed to quickly taste him at that moment. I invited him into my car.  We started to explore each other’s mouths with our tongues as he opened up my pants.  Remember, his were already open.  We took turns sucking on each other’s cocks making sure to not waste any of the leaking precum that we were both producing.  OK…..he needed to get on the road and we both wanted to save our sauce for later.  We finally deflated, zipped up, and parted. All the rest of the day, we kept texting and sending pictures to each other.  Electronic foreplay that kept us both energized and craving each other.  I arrived home about 4:30 with an expected arrival time for Sam of 5:30.  I quickly put on my leather cock strap and some tight boxer briefs and got out our leather paddle.  Sam told me earlier that he had been bad and needed a good spanking.  He stopped for a smoke before arriving and texted a few pics. He slipped into the powder room and emerged wearing only a boner!  So was I.  We passionately made out for a while before heading up to my marital bed.  Sucking cock is pretty easy in the front seat of a car, but eating ass, well, not so much.  He told me that his sweet, pink shitter needed a good tongue fucking as he laid on his back, grabbed his ankles, and exposed his hole.  No need to ask me twice!  I proceeded to kiss, suck, and lick his butthole as he twisted and pulled on his hairy man nips.  Looking up from between his firm cheeks, I could see his swollen dong start to leak (not unlike earlier that morning).  Next, it was my turn to receive service. I straddled his face and inserted my engorged penis into his awaiting mouth.  Straight Sam sure knows how to suck cock!  My ball bag is bouncing against his chin as I thrust in and out of his throat.  We both knew the moment of truth was cumming for me.  I know from many prior encounters that Sam has not acquired the taste for sac sauce, so I asked him where he wanted it. Without saying a word, he got up on his hands and knees, spread his cheeks, and told me to ride his crack.  I got the paddle and whacked him a few times as he requested before sliding my cock up and down.  After a couple of minutes, I flooded his hairy valley with my cum.  It ran down his crack and onto his balls.  Well, I think that cum should be a food group, and without any hesitation, I returned to between his legs and licked up the gooey mess all the while reaching around and stroking him.  When I felt he was clean enough to go home to his wife, I turned him over and finished him off while getting out another load from my already spent tanks.  We laid there for a while enjoying the post-sex smell we had created and kissing goodbye.  He got dressed, stepped outside for a final cigarette, got in his car, and drove away.  Maybe next time he visits, my hubby can bareback him…..again.