I had been married ten years when the urge finally broke me. My wife was out of town for work and I was scrolling on my phone in the garage after midnight. The ad said "discreet married guys only" and the picture was just a thick, veiny cock hanging heavy between a pair of jeans. I messaged him before I could talk myself out of it.
His name was Rick. Forty-two, same as me, wife and two kids. He lived twenty minutes away in a house that looked exactly like mine from the outside. When I pulled into his driveway he opened the side door and waved me in without a word. The second the door shut behind me he grabbed my belt and yanked me close.
"You here to suck cock or what?" he asked, voice low and rough.
I nodded. My mouth was already dry.
He pushed me down onto my knees right there in the hallway. His jeans were already open and his cock was half hard, thick and cut, the head dark and shiny. I wrapped my hand around the base and felt it pulse. It was heavier than I expected. I leaned in and dragged my tongue over the slit, tasting salt and skin. Rick grunted and pushed his hips forward.
"Open up. Take it."
I opened my mouth and he slid in. The weight of him on my tongue made my own cock twitch in my pants. I sucked hard, hollowing my cheeks, trying to take more. He tasted clean but masculine, a little musky from the day. I bobbed my head, getting sloppy fast, spit running down his shaft and over my fist. Rick's hand landed on the back of my head and he started fucking my throat in short, steady thrusts.
"That's it, married man. Suck that cock like you've been wanting to. Your wife know you do this?"
I shook my head with his dick still in my mouth, which made him laugh low and dirty.
"Good. Keep it that way. Just a hole for me right now."
He pulled out long enough to strip his shirt off, then shoved back in deeper. I gagged but didn't pull away. My eyes watered. I reached down and squeezed my own cock through my jeans while I worked him. The wet sounds of my mouth filled the quiet house. Rick's balls were tight and full against my chin every time he bottomed out.
After a few minutes he hauled me up and marched me into the living room. He bent me over the arm of the couch, yanked my jeans and underwear down in one rough pull, and spit on my hole. One thick finger pushed inside me without warning. I groaned and pushed back on it.
"Needy fucking husband," he muttered. "Bet your wife never fucks you like this."
He added a second finger, scissoring me open while his other hand reached around and stroked my leaking cock. Pre-cum dripped onto the couch cushion. When he decided I was ready he lined up and shoved his cock in with one long thrust. The stretch burned but felt so fucking good I almost came right there.
Rick fucked me hard and steady, one hand gripping my hip, the other reaching around to jerk me off in time with his thrusts. Every time he bottomed out he ground against my prostate and I made noises I didn't recognize. The couch creaked under us. Skin slapped skin. He called me every filthy name he could think of and I took it all, pushing back to meet him.
When he got close he pulled out, spun me around, and shoved me back to my knees.
"Open. Gonna feed you."
I opened my mouth and stuck my tongue out. He stroked his cock fast, the head purple and shiny, then shot thick ropes across my tongue and lips. Some landed on my cheek. I swallowed what I could and licked the rest off his cock while he shuddered through the aftershocks.
He wasn't done with me. He pushed me onto my back on the floor and sucked my cock into his mouth without hesitation. His throat was tight and hot. Two fingers went back inside me and crooked hard against my prostate while he sucked. I came with a shout, shooting down his throat while my legs shook.
We lay there breathing hard for a minute. Then Rick stood up, pulled his jeans back on, and nodded toward the door.
"Same time next week if you want more. Door's open."
I drove home with the taste of his cum still on my tongue and my ass sore in the best way. My wife texted that she missed me. I texted back that I missed her too. Then I saved Rick's number under a different name and started counting the days.
