Bradley "gives it" to a local stud after the wife denies him.
I cut out of work early one Tuesday, and called Mandi to see what she was up to since she was off from work.
"Hey hun. Just finished grocery shopping and back in the house," she said.
I was in the mood for a little "69," where she would be laying under me, sucking me, while my face was stuffed into her pussy. It been awhile since I got any from her, or any outside source, and on this beautiful 83 degree day, I was in the mood heavy.
"Babe, I'm doing Beef Wellington, with asparagus. Gonna take me some time before we can climb into bed," she said.
Mandi was avoiding me more and more. We could chalk it up to her work schedule, and mine as well, we could chalk it up to age, for her (my libido remained the same, if not increased), but the urges I carried needed heeding, and she wasn't doing that. I came home, walked into the kitchen to kiss her on the cheek, then head to the bedroom to strip and shower, before heading out back into the garage to tinker with my Mustang, and perhaps someone's husband. An hour later I was in a tank top, basketball shorts and flip flops, with the hood up on my Ford Mustang, just checking things, acting as if I was really working on the car (it was already 90 percent restored). Going outside to work on the car was an alibi to play, so I pulled out my phone then checked the apps to see if anyone was around. Herman, a 43 year old, Cuban guy, answered the bell.
"Hey man, I need to get off. What you looking to do," he asked.
The tattooed, hairless stud was only five foot seven, 145 lbs., and looked more like he was 23, with a nice, fat, six inch cock and a bubble ass that equally craved attention. I asked him the same question.
"Sucked. Fucked, and everything in between," he told me.
He went on to explain his wife was out at work, and that he was just laid off from his job. He offered to "party," and I resisted, for I wasn't one to engage in that type of atmosphere. He then offered to pay me cash.
"Just bring those heavy loads," I told him, as I saw a couple videos on his profile in which he blew huge amounts of sperm from his cock. "Its rather foolish for you to pay for sex when you're coming to my place."
I was giddy in knowing I was going to help a guy cum, geeked in knowing in such a short amount of time I was having hot company. I'd come down to Earth when I realized Mandi would see my "company" arriving to the rear of the house. She probably wouldn't ask questions, as she'd align the visit to a friend helping me fix the car, but Mandi was also one who believed in treating our guests with the utmost hospitality. Same time, she didn't know Herman, and I ran the risk of lying to her if she asked on the fly.
