No sooner had my wife left for the airport than Kurt showed up to fuck me. I had become Kurt's cum dump for the past year. I think my wife Emily suspected something, but was not sure.
It all started out so innocently. We were having an office party and our wives were invited.
Kurt and I both worked for Emerson and Company. An investment brokerage firm. Office parties with our wives was viewed as a team building event. I suspected that Arnold Emerson saw it as an opportunity to fuck some of the hot wives.
Arnold was blatantly hitting on Emily and Kurt was making sure I knew it. Kurt had often told me he wanted to fuck Emily and I think he was a bit jealous.
When Arnold and Emily disappeared, Kurt said, "Oh well, if I can't fuck Emily, I can always fuck you."
At first, that went by me, but when he repeated it, I took notice.
Holy crap, would Kurt really settle on fucking me, I wondered.
I knew how much Kurt wanted to fuck Emily and that surprisingly excited me, but fucking me, now that was something altogether different.
I ducked into the men's room to relieve the pressure on my bladder. I was letting loose a stream of urine in the bowl when Kurt came in. He took the urinal next to me and removed his cock. Instead of pissing, he was stroking his already hard cock. My eyes caught what was happening and became fixated on the sight.
"Want to suck it, don't you?" Kurt asked.
I tried to speak, but no works came out. Then Kurt repeated, "Want to suck it, don't you?"
