I never planned on sucking cock. I was thirty-six, married ten years, two kids, a house in the suburbs, and a wife who still fucked me once a week like it was a chore. But every time I jerked off in the shower I pictured thick dick in my mouth, and one night at the gym that fantasy walked right up to me.
His name was Derek. Big guy, forty, married too. We spotted each other on the bench a few times, traded nods, then started talking after workouts. One Friday he asked if I wanted a beer. We ended up at his place because his wife was out of town. Two beers in and he looked me dead in the eye.
"You ever suck a cock?" he asked, blunt as hell.
I swallowed. "No."
"Want to?"
My dick went rock hard in my shorts. I nodded. Derek stood up, pulled his shorts down, and let his cock swing free. Thick, veined, already half-hard. He stepped closer until the head brushed my lips.
"Open up, married man."
I opened. The taste hit me firstsalt, skin, a little sweat. I took the head in my mouth and Derek groaned low. "That's it. Suck it like you mean it." I bobbed my head, getting used to the weight on my tongue, the way it thickened as I worked. My own cock strained against my zipper. Derek grabbed the back of my head and pushed deeper. "Take more. You can do it."
I gagged once, eyes watering, but I didn't pull off. I wanted it. I wanted to be the guy on his knees with another man's cock stretching his mouth while his wife thought he was at the gym. Derek started fucking my face in short thrusts. Spit ran down my chin. Every time the head hit the back of my throat I moaned around it.
He pulled out after a few minutes, breathing hard. "Strip and get on the couch."
I tore my clothes off. Derek pushed me onto my back, climbed over me in a sixty-nine, and fed his cock back into my mouth while he grabbed mine. We sucked each other at the same timewet, sloppy, no romance, just two married guys using each other's mouths. His balls slapped my nose. I swallowed around him every time he bottomed out. When he came he didn't warn me; he just flooded my throat with thick spurts. I swallowed every drop like I was starving for it.
After that night we met twice a week. Sometimes at his place, sometimes in his truck after work. He loved watching me suck him. Loved calling me a married cocksucker while I knelt between his legs and took him to the root. One afternoon in the back seat of his SUV he had me naked from the waist up, pants around my ankles, sucking him while he played with my hole.
"Look at you," he growled, two fingers working inside me while his cock stretched my lips. "Wife at home and you're out here gagging on dick. You love this shit."
I moaned around him and came hands-free, shooting across the floor mat. Derek laughed, pulled out, and painted my face with his load. I licked what I could reach off my lips and chin.
We kept it going for months. Quick blowjobs in parking garages, longer sessions at his house when our wives were busy. Every time I walked back into my own house smelling like his sweat and cum I got hard again. My wife never suspected a thing. She just thought I was finally hitting the gym harder.
One night Derek brought a friend. Another married guy, older, bigger cock. They took turns feeding it to me on Derek's living-room floor while I stroked myself. I sucked one while the other slapped his dick against my cheek, calling me every filthy name they could think of. By the time they both finished on my tongue and chest I was shaking from how many times I'd come.
I still go home to my wife every night. I still fuck her when she wants it. But twice a week I disappear for an hour or two and end up on my knees with another man's cock in my throat, swallowing load after load like the married cocksucker I turned out to be. And I wouldn't change a single fucking thing.
