Author's Note: Many thanks to your fellow readers' inspirational comments and up-votes, below is the second free-standing installment of the Working It Out series. I hope you enjoy reading it even half as much as I did writing it.
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Normally, my morning commute is incredibly frustrating, what with all the traffic, texting drivers not aware of the green light right in front of them, and stress of making it to work on time. This morning, however, I was on cloud nine.
Yesterday, on my work at home day, my wife came home while I was on the phone with the boss. She saw the open folder of outdoor porn on my computer, and probably a few others as well. Instead of flipping out at the, shall we say, diverse sexual interests the saved files exposed, Sarah decided to help me work it out.
I'm not gay. It's just every once in a while I need to rub one out to various fantasies. Usually, it's one and done and I go back to more standard porn. Lately though, cock has become an obsession.
Even when watching straight porn, I find myself focusing entirely on the cocks. When I've been reading straight porn, cuckold stuff, whatever, it's the description of dick, throbbing squirting cocks, that makes me pop.
As I drove, I kept turning over what Sarah said last night when she was helping me work it out. Sometimes even totally straight guys "Just, once in a while, they need to squirt that little bit of gay out that everybody has and then their good and straight again."
And did she work it out last night! Sarah got me to admit my most intimates, to actually speak my fantasies out loud. And it led to the most mind blowing orgasm of my life. And also the best sleep I've had in months.
Back on the straight and narrow, no harm, no foul, just some fantastic dirty talk and a
mind blowing orgasm. My wife rocks!
But, as you probably guessed by now with all the text below this line, this isn't the end of this story. Not by a long shot.
I was in an all-day meeting today. A cramped conference room full of egotistical executives trying to prove they're the smartest person in the room. Insufferable. Rather than endure the pain, I did what any self-respecting person would do: daydreamed.
At first it was just hiking, mountains, the great outdoors. My wife Sarah with me. In a tent that night. Then her teasing my cock and making me admit more of my desires and fantasies. My favorite dick sizes, shapes, colors. Precum or sperm. Where inside me I most desperately needed it. Wasn't long before I had totally forgotten where I was, other than rock hard and desperate to rub one out.
In other words, it was a long, hard day. I was horny as fuck and ready to get the hell outta Dodge. Then my mobile buzzed it's happy buzz for a text from Sarah. I took a quick peek while people were focused on some jackass on the other side of the conference table.
"dinner out?"
I was up alright, and hoping for a naughtier text to come.
"sure!" I tapped back.
"redolphos @6?"
"cya then!"
When I entered Redolphos, which was mostly empty, my Sarah was already seated at a four-top table. I sat next to her, as always.
"Hi hon? How was your day?" she asked.
"Long. Hard." I replied honestly, on all levels.
"Think about the big-D today or are you good now?"
I blushed and glanced around hoping nobody overheard her.
"Oh, my poor sweetie" she said consolingly, "still in heat."
Only for a brief moment did I try to come up with some kind of denial. Honesty had proven so amazing last night, why fuck with a beautiful thing? I nodded yes.
"Good to see you again" our waiter said to Sarah as he approached.
"Hi Rick! This is my husband."
"Hi" I said cheerfully. I've been a waiter. It's a tough job. I respect and appreciate the work. Oh, and never piss off a waiter, but that's a whole 'nother story. He took our drink order and dashed off.
"He's a swimmer by the looks of him, and those tight shorts." Sarah observed.
"Hmm" I replied, not terribly interested in the speculation.
"C'mon, seriously? You didn't spy a look? He's got an impressive package."
I was more than a little stunned. Dudes just don't go checking out another guy's package.
"Ah, so only fantasy cock?"
Again I blushed at her public use of the word and, if anyone overheard, revealing my recent predilection.
"It's ok, really. You oughtta check it out. It's most impressive."
I changed the subject and we chatted about her day for a bit before Rick returned with our drinks.
"So Rick, we were just speculating. Are you a swimmer?" Sarah asked. She tapped me on my knee as she spoke.
Was she inviting me to steal a peek?
"Absolutely. Butterfly. Hold the university record, actually!" he replied gleefully, delighted to share his achievement.
I looked of course. It's impossible not to look at the elephant when you tell yourself not to look at it. It was impressive. His tight shorts outlined it perfectly. Big cockhead, thick shaft.
My mouth watered.
Sarah began caressing my cock through my slacks as they continued talking. I have no idea how long. I was entranced, the only thought being "am I willing that thing to get bigger?"
"Hear that Honey? Olympic tryouts!" Sarah declared excitedly.
I looked up at "Honey" and saw that I was cold busted. Rick had been looking directly at me. he'd seen me staring at his cock. He winked at me. I'm sure I blushed a bit.
"That's fantastic!" I replied, not meaning the double entrendre. At least not consciously.
They both giggled a bit knowing full well what was on my mind.
After we ordered and were alone, Sarah stated matter-of-factly "Rick totally saw you lick your lips, ya know."
"I did not" I protested, but almost questioningly.
"Sure you did. When you were drinking in the sight of his cock. You lick... see, right there, you're doing it again even at the memory of it!"
Fuck. I totally was.
