This was the third encounter I've had with James. Even though I have a couple more recent ones, I have to say this one has been my favorite one. You'll see why.
It happened a little while after the last encounter. I can't remember exactly how long, but I know it was more than a week because I remember our interactions at church on Sundays went back to normal after he kinda scolded me for being so obvious. Doesn't mean I ever stopped checking him out, though, I just practiced a bit more self-control.
Though, seriously, who can have any self-control when a super hot straight guy decides to fuck you repeatedly in your room while your entire family and his wife are in the same house? There's something so morbidly twisted in that situation, something so utterly abhorrent, morally speaking, that it causes me to have a rush of adrenaline every time I close my eyes to think about his naked body on top of mine and the effort I had to go through not to leave my throat raw from screaming.
Lindsey had her baby two weeks ago from the time that I'm posting this update, meaning that by the time this third encounter happened, we were very close to the due date. Which was making me very anxious. If you recall, the very first time we did the devil's tango, James mentioned he was looking for something to fuck because his wife couldn't. So, if she went back to normal, that would probably mean I'd be out of the picture. Spoiler alert, we're still going at it, thankfully.
It wasn't an entirely irrational fear, I don't think. Even though he did say during the second time that he wanted to keep doing this, everyone says stuff when they're horny as fuck.
But anyway, to the juicy bits.
This time it happened pretty unexpectedly, and I don't think it was actually planned by James. I'm not sure if it's his straightness, his cautiousness, or that he just doesn't have that high of a sex drive, but apparently, he has no issues going a week or two without my ass. I do, though.
I came home from one of my friend's house and, as soon as I opened the door, I was greeted by my dad, who had clearly been given a script from my mom to read to me.
"Hey Maze, your mom heard from Lindsey Brown they're planning on painting the baby's room this week. Why don't you head over and give them a hand?"
It didn't sound super promising if the wife was gonna be there, but at this point, I was so desperate to find at least one more chance before the stupid baby was born, that I just said yes. You know, just in case.
Later that week, my dad dropped me off at their house. It was fairly modest. Honestly, it was practically the same as every other house in the neighborhood. That's how the suburbs work, anyway. I'm sure you're not all that interested in the architecture of the hunk's house.
I knocked on the door and, of course, he opened it. There were clear signs that he'd been painting already, which caught my eye but I wasn't gonna say anything about it. He greeted me with the usual handshake and then waved to my dad, who cheerily honked before driving away after leaving his son with the man that was routinely fucking me.
"Come in," he said once we were in the clear.
I followed him inside the house with curiosity. Here's where I'd say you can know a man by the way his house looks or some random bullshit like that, but honestly, I was just looking around. There were plenty of pictures of him and his wife. Especially on their wedding day.
He led me into the living room, where he sat on a big couch, looking like an absolute god expecting the worship he knew I would willingly provide.
"I told Lindsey she should go to her mom's because of the paint fumes and I already painted the room. We have the rest of the day to ourselves. What do you wanna do?"
Don't get me wrong, this guy is absolutely gorgeous, but maybe he lacks a little in the brains department if he was asking a question like that. So, since I couldn't call him a moron for implying I would want anything but his body on mine, I took longer than a regular person would to answer his question, ironically looking like a dumbass in front of my... lover? owner? daddy?
"I wanna ask you some questions," he stated after a few seconds. "But I want you on your knees first."
As soon as he said that I was scrambling to break my knees on the floor at full speed so I could shove my head between his legs. I swear I saw a smirk as a reaction to that, but it was gone way too fast. I sure hoped the questions would be along the lines of "How long do you think you can stare at every inch of my bare body for?"
Since this isn't a porno, unfortunately, I didn't get to unzip his pants with my lips and lower his underwear with the sheer strength of my tongue. He did it for me.
And he was already hard. My heart was beating so fast, I'm sure he must've heard it. This was the first time I could see his bare member under the bright light of day. I have no clue how many inches it is, but I know it's about average. It's fairly thick, which my ass can testify to. And also cut, with a bright pink head. It has that smooth quality that some dicks have, I'm not sure how to explain it, it's just very pleasant to look at. And it's even more pleasant to hold it in my hands while it's fully hard waiting for my mouth.
"How long have you known you like guys?" he asked before I had the chance.
"Umm, all my life, I guess," I responded sincerely.
"And how many guys have you been with?"
Thankfully, I had lost the ability to feel anything but arousal while stroking this man's beautiful cock, otherwise I would've been really annoyed at the constant interruptions keeping me from shoving all that meat down my throat.
"Four," I said.
"Did all of them fuck your pussy?"
I was really hoping he wouldn't ask that. Exposing my inexperience to him felt somehow more embarrassing than anything we'd done together up to that point. Still, I figured lying in this situation would be too risky. I did not want him to catch me on a lie and get mad at me.
"Just two," I finally mumbled, half-pretending to be too entranced by his cock's wet sounds as I picked up the pace.
"Hold on," he said, causing me to stop, but honestly hoping he wouldn't shoot any more questions. I needed him to shoot something else at me.
He lifted his massive body just enough to take his shirt off and throw it to the side, exposing my favorite piece of art in the entire world. Again, this was the first time I actually got to see his bare torso under decent light. Especially from the angle I was looking up from, this felt unreal. I won't describe him yet though, you'll see why.
