So there I was at the shopping centre looking and wandering around, generally killing time. I was asked by my delightful wife of fifteen years to vacate the house this afternoon, as she wanted to try being the centre of a gangbang with some of her friends from at the hardware store she works at.
She seemed to think that the guys were always a little restrained when I hung around because
they
thought I'd be upset with my wife behaving like a two dollar whore. Little do they know that I'd delight in her expressing her erotic independence, even though I had no desire in doing so myself. I just liked seeing her happy. My only stipulation had always been that she never allow her lovers to wear condoms. It's hard for me to indulge in my passion for feasting on creampies if there's never any cream to slurp on!
On this occasion, she reluctantly agreed with her friends to send me away, but she at least did go to the effort on her own to arrange to have the hidden cameras installed and set up so that I could at least enjoy her escapades at a later date. She just hated leaving me out of the action. She didn't get a kick out of it at all unless I was involved in some small way at least.
She did also promise not to clean herself up until I get home after they finished. I was to stay within a few minutes' drive from home and be ready to get into cleaning mode almost as soon as the last of her lovers leave.
Delicious.
My musing on my gorgeous, middle aged wife were giving me another hard on. Smart and funny, she was of medium height with a thin waist, a bouncy arse and heavy chest with red hair to the middle of her back. Green eyes that are so inviting that the many, many men who meet her want to fuck her. And a great many of those do. Regularly. I just love her so.
It was difficult walking around with an iron bar in my pants; I was attracting a lot of attention from a surprising variety of people. Many middle aged and elderly ladies smirking knowingly as they walked passed, one or two late teens who displayed disgust on their faces but couldn't tear their eyes away from my man-mountain, and a lot of men both older and younger who would have a similar expression as the middle-aged wives. One older gent who was sitting on a bench outside a chemist, obviously waiting for his wife, gave me the kind of look of undisguised lust that it made me pause a little and shift myself uncomfortably.
This attention needed to stop. I decided to duck into the public toilets around the corner from the chemist in the hope of giving myself a little time to cool off.
Wouldn't you know it, the elder gent who was on the bench followed me in. How bizarre. Maybe it was just a coincidence. I found the last couple of cubicles empty, so I got into one and locked the door. Hopefully, my erection would subside in a short fifteen or twenty minutes and I'd be on my way. It's not like I was that hung anyway. I don't know what all the fuss was about. I'm only a little longer than two cans of coke and maybe a bit over half as wide, so it's not like I was built like one of those porn star guys was I? Aren't they all fourteen or fifteen inches long or something? Not sure how big I was, but I strongly doubt I'd reach even ten inches on my best days...
So there I was just minding my own business, my trousers around my ankles, little penis pointing straight up, when I noticed movement towards the floor on my side. The gaps under the partitions in this place were particularly high and I could see someone in the next cubicle kneeling down. He had his cock out and was stroking it slowly. It was an interesting looking cock, but I'm not really wired to love that view. Still, the cock continued to get masturbated, half in my cubicle. I didn't know what to do. Before I could decide one way or another, the cock and legs began to invade my cubicle more and more. The guy they belonged to just kept squirming and pulling himself over till he made his way completely into my cubicle. Well, I was stunned! What was I supposed to do now? It turned out to be the older European looking gent from the bench I noticed who following me into the Men's Room.
He smiled at me, winked, and began to suddenly suck my cock. There was a juiciness to his technique that made these actions pleasant and bearable, so I decided to not say anything and let him be. Maybe I could get rid of my erection and be able to continue my walk around the shopping centre.
His valiant effort to completely deep throat me was admirable, but ultimately ineffective. My wife is the only person who'd ever successfully managed to achieve this in the past, but this man was not a quitter! He was just the little engine that could! Chug, chug, chug, he broke out in a sweat but kept going. It was nice.
