Once again,this is a true story, even though it beggars belief sometimes.
My first suck had been an amazing experience. It was now almost a month later and not a single day passed without me thinking of that wonderful feeling of having a hard cock in my mouth. My thoughts were possessed by it and Sandi, my wife, was noticing a change in me. Sure, we still had an active sex life but it was definitely the oral parts I enjoyed most. Sandi was willing to suck me on a regular basis and I found that I spent more time than before licking her pussy. I wasn't sure where my next cock was coming from but I knew I needed one soon.
One night, after making love, Sandi spoke up, in a hesitant manner.
"Can I ask you a big favour?"
"I'm listening." I replied, in a curious tone.
Sandi looked rather sheepish and said "You know my cousin Robert?"
I laughed. "Obviously honey, is that not the one that's in jail just now, for fraud?"
"That's him" and Sandi gave a weak smile.
"So whats the favour?" I asked quizzically. "Well, he is getting out in just over a month and wants me to visit him, to help deal with some stuff when he gets out and I was wondering if you would come with me, I really don't fancy visiting a prison on my own". Her discomfort was plain to see.
"Look, I understand but that's some favour, babe, when is it?"
I hoped it would be on a date I couldn't manage,
"This Sunday". Sandi said apologetically.
"But that's just, what, three days away. That is short notice".
I couldn't get out of it though, as she knew my diary was free on Sunday. I wasn't overly happy but what could I do?
"I'll make it up to you, don't worry". Sandi gave me that sexy smile that always melted my heart.
"Okay, I'll come with you, though I must be mad."
"Oh, just one thing and it doesn't make any difference really, you do know Robert is gay?"
I cast my mind back and could remember Sandi's parents talking about him as if he'd disgraced the family. Now I thought he was in a good place if he wanted to have fun and I got hard thinking it was me in his place.
On the morning of the visit Sandi was most attentive and even mentioned my cocksucking fantasies. I had never told her about my one experience, through guilt more than anything but I remembered she was up for me trying it out.
"Maybe I'll find someone in the jail." It was only a partial joke.
The drive to Edinburgh's Saughton prison was uneventful and we joined a line of people waiting to visit their loved ones. The place looked like it had been recently modernised in the front areas and Sandi completed the registrations at the desk and was handed two red wristbands. We each put one on and after a few minutes, a call came over the tannoy for those with red bands to queue at the steel door beside the desk. Others, with blue and green bands made their feelings known about not being first. The big door opened and an officer in a light blue shirt and black peaked cap signalled for our group, of about twenty, to enter.
We went down a corridor, twice gates being opened and locked behind us, until we entered a big room that was furnished with what looked likel old school tables and cheap plastic backed chairs. The prisoners were already there and the numbers of chairs had been worked out for each.
