I had met Frank in person exactly one week ago. I had sucked his cock twice, swallowed two loads of his cum, given him a photo of my wife, to carry around in his wallet and was hoping and praying to see him fuck her with his thick and powerful black cock. He was even asking me for suggestions on how he might seduce her. I was beginning to wonder if I was a bad influence on him.
Having only met Frank a few weeks earlier in an online chat room dedicated to men looking for erotic encounters with other men, I would say we had progressed rather quickly in our friendship. I had shared more intimate details with him than I had with anyone else. I had friends for over fifty years that knew less about me than Frank did.
I had done things with Frank that I never thought I would do with anyone. Frank was the first guy I had ever kissed, other than those European 'air kisses.' Frank was the first guy to touch my cock and make me hard His was the first cock I had touched and felt it grow stiff. Add to this, the first cock I stroked, sucked, made cum, swallowed a load from and on and on. Then, if you want to add black cock to the mix, the list gets longer.
To say we had become best buddies would not be a stretch. There was little time during the past week that I was not thinking about our two encounters with each other or what it would be like to add my wife Ann to the mix. My mind was in a constant state of sexual overload, which led to a lot of masturbating while I visualized Frank, my wife Ann and myself in a variety of naughty scenarios. Whatever had come over me in the last while was something I could have never predicted, but I was loving every second of it. For me, sucking cock wasn't on the radar screen just a few years ago. I had made it to official 'senior citizen' status, 65 years old before I sucked a cock and my only regret was that I waited for so long.
I had long harbored a fantasy of being cuckolded by my wife and another man, or men, but until recently, I had never thought of myself as a willing or active participant. By the way, to me cuckolding is best described in its simplest form, meaning that a husband is cuckolded when his wife has sex with other men. Plain and simple. All of the added ingredients like humiliation, degradation, denial, and so on are just options that may or may not be included. Now, I wanted Frank and Ann to cuckold me and make me, or let me, participate. I wanted to be the best cock sucker that I could be.
The number of instant messages between myself and Frank was increasing on a daily basis. He would rarely let an opportunity go by to call me 'his' cock sucker and I would never pass up my chance to confirm that I was 'his' cock sucker. At every mention of his thick, black cock, I would tell him how much I enjoyed sucking his cock and gobbling down his special, chocolate sauce.
To my surprise, I found myself looking to sucking a load out of his hard, black cock, more than having him suck a load out of me. Mind you, I have never passed on receiving a blow job in my life, but since I sucked Frank the first time, I was craving his cock. I wanted to feel him grow hard in my hands and mouth. I wanted to hear him moan and mumble as I sucked on him. I wanted to feel him hold my head as he clenched his butt tight and pumped a load of cum into my mouth. I wanted to see that big, broad smile of his when I showed him that I had swallowed all of his sweet cum. I was very much becoming his sub, and I am sure that he knew it as much as I did. I could see myself easily becoming a slut for Frank's black cock.
Our conversations in the chat rooms and through our e-mails had taken on a new tone. Frank was telling me that I was the one in charge, yet from my perspective, he was gently taking on the role of team leader. This was just fine with me. I was content with him making the decisions and my deferring to him.
There was a new sense of urgency for Frank to insert himself into Ann's and my life. He wanted me to invite him over introduce him as my new friend. I was trying to find a way to do this without tipping my hand that he and I had become 'suck buddies.' I was happy to let it play out for a while in fear that Ann would see though our plan if we tried to fast track it. In any event, I was beside myself, trying to figure out how to get away by myself so that I could indulge in my favorite new treat ... Frank's hot chocolate sauce.
Since his recent divorce, Frank was living with his daughter and her family. He was provided with his own living space, and as both his daughter and her husband worked, time was there for him to host if we needed it. The thing was, that his daughter lived a good 30-40 minutes drive away. It was workable, but for the time being, I was satisfied to do my cock sucking in his Mercedes.
Frank was turning up the heat for us to get more and more involved with each other. He carried on with telling me of his adventures with T and Sarah, which he explained, was what he would like to do with Ann and I.
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After their initial encounter in the hotel room on the outskirts of town, T, Sarah and Frank took to meeting at their home, which was not too distant from Frank's daughter. The couple would invite T's boss, and now, friend with benefits, over for dinner, drinks and a romp in the bedroom with both T and Sarah.
Most of the time, after a nice meal, a few drinks would follow then Sarah would change into something more comfortable. This usually meant some sexy lingerie. Frank loved that Sarah would get dressed in a sexy teddy or bustier for him. He suggested that she try some animal pattern bras and panties, which she did. Foreplay was at the spur of the moment, but it almost always included some time when T sucked Frank's cock. For the most part, Sarah liked to watch this as her husband was subjugated by his boss and her now lover. What she didn't like was T taking over and sucking Frank to completion and having to take second place. There was a bit of jealousy over Frank's attentions, from both of them.
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I was having no such difficulties. Frank had assured me that he was all mine, and I was 'his' cock sucker. I agreed whole heartedly. At least until we could find a way to include my wife into our parties. Then I knew that I would play second fiddle to her desires and Frank's.
Trying to arrange another meeting with him was proving to be a bit tougher than our first two. When I was able to get away, Frank had commitments When he could get away, my obligations were the problem. Still, there was no rush, we would no doubt hook up again soon. Discretion was very important.
Throughout the next couple of weeks, we tried to make it work without success. This was making Frank's plan for us to become best of friends instead of just suck buddies, seem like the way to go. He was insisting that he become a real part of my life, not just a 'blow n go' buddy. Believe me, I would have loved that. I just needed to find a way to make it plausible to Ann.
Finally, after a three week drought, my car needed to be serviced and there was a new rattle that I noticed that had to be investigated. I scheduled an appointment for a time that Frank was available. I got aroused thinking about it. Not too many guys get a hardon over an oil change, but I sure did.
Dropping my vehicle off at the dealership, I walked to a local convenience store, just up the street and awaited Frank's arrival. One never realizes exactly how many black Mercedes there are in the world until you are expecting one to stop and pick you up. When a classic Lincoln Town car pulled up beside me, I was upset that he was blocking my view of the parking lot, until I saw Frank's beaming smile from the drivers seat.
"Come on, Peter. Jump in."
"Nice car Frank. What happened to your Mercedes?"
"I figured that this would be more comfortable for you," Frank said as he held out his right arm, indicating there was no center console in between him and I. Thank goodness for an old fashioned bench seat.
Feeling like a teenaged girl, I slipped into the passenger side and slid closer to the middle of the bench seat, than to the door. I reached out my left arm to make sure that his cock was within grasping distance. It was.
Also making things easier was the fact that he was wearing a pair of basketball shorts. The kind of loose legged shorts that I could easily reach my hand up to access his cock, which, by the way, was quite hard by now. I guess he was just as happy to see me as I was to see him.