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The wife was 20 feet away when our houseguest made me hard [MF] (Part 4 – The End)

A couple weeks later, I came home from work late. She had stopped by and was talking to my wife. Said that she had stopped by to talk to me about some training ideas for an upcoming triathlon.

We sat down on the couch, and a little while later my wife came into the living room and said she had to go to the grocery to get some stuff for a dish she was making for work the next day. She’d be back in fifteen minutes, tops.

We continued to talk, very platonically, for a little while longer. It’s late, I have an early morning, so I needed to get to sleep, and told her I had to go to bed. She says she’ll wait around for my wife, they were in the middle of a conversation, and she’ll be back any minute.

I get up, go upstairs, close my bedroom door, and take off my shirt. I’m standing by my bed, about to take my jeans off. The neighbor opens the door, not even knocking, and walks up to me.

The wife was 20 feet away when our houseguest made me hard [MF] (Part 3)

The next weekend my wife went out of town. The rest of the story almost writes itself, doesn’t it?

The neighbor and I went riding Saturday afternoon, and planned to get Chinese for dinner together. We ended up at my house, a longer ride than expected, but the weather was still cool enough that we hadn’t really worked up a sweat. Once I finished ordering the food, she decided that she didn’t want to eat in her bike jersey, so asked to borrow a t-shirt. I found one for her, and decided that I still wanted to get out of my bike clothes. I changed into jeans and a t-shirt, and when I came back into the rec room, she was lying on the couch, having pulled a comfortable over her. “I’m wiped out, mind if I nap until the food comes?” Sure, no problem.

Despite the two of us being alone in the house, and the extended teasing from last weekend, there wasn’t any sexual tension evident. Perhaps the workout was harder than expected, I don’t know what it was, but I didn’t feel lustful toward her, and she hadn’t made any flirty advances toward me. Read more »

The wife was 20 feet away when our houseguest made me hard [MF] (Part 2)

So I’m leaning back into the couch, my legs spread apart, my erection straining against the nylon shell. The upside down V of the underside of the head of my cock was clearly outlined thru the material, the shaft just as much. Below, the sheath of nylon formed a tent over the space between the sides of my balls and the shaft, but my testicles themselves were tightly wrapped in the blue material.

As she let her fingers dance over my shorts, I felt myself at the verge of orgasm, just the lightest touch would probably send me over the edge. Would she, or wouldn’t she? Last time, she was very decisive in teasing but going no further. This time, would she take things one more step?

I wanted her to make contact, to trace her fingertip up the underside of my shaft. Just the slightest bit of pressure, in my mind, that’s all I asked. I was sure that I could clench and force my erection against her fingers, and that action would be too much for her to resist. But she kept avoiding the ridge itself.

The wife was 20 feet away when our houseguest made me hard [MF] (Part 1)

So a few years after college, after a breakup, then a get-togther, then another breakup, and then ANOTHER get-together, the girlfriend and I finally got married, and things were good. I had settled down, never even looked at another woman once we got engaged.

A few years later, not quite the seven year itch, but close, a friend from college moved in down the street. She had been part of the triathlon club, and we hung out together, but nothing special, we weren’t even really that good of friends.

However, once she moved in down the street, we started riding together occasionally, and jogging as well. We ended up working out 3 or 4 times week together and became fixtures in each other’s houses. She lived with a couple of girlfriends, and went through boyfriends like other women went through shoes. She was a great athlete but terribly insecure and needy otherwise, whether it was the personality that caused the boyfriend hamster wheel, or vice versa, who knows. I tried not to pry.

I didn’t consider her super attractive, but she was very fit, had a great tight little body, and obviously I’d seen a lot of it, in running shorts, triahtlon outfits, halters. Read more »

Risking [M]y Second Craigslist Encounter [F] (Pt 4) (The end)

(Sorry for the delay, family came in early for the Memorial Day weekend.)

So, in our last episode, I was kneeling over her on the couch, and had finished ejaculating in her mouth. But she wouldn’t let go of my cock, even as it started to shrink. I felt her tongue playing with the knob, her lips pulling on the shaft, not wanting to let it slip out of her mouth.

All the meanwhile, there was a little voice in my head telling me that there was something off, something was missing, but I couldn’t figure out what it was.

Finally she let go of me, and I stood up. She smiled at me, her lips closed, and then, meeting my eyes, she opened her mouth, and showed me her mouth full of my cum. Completely covering her tongue, a thick white puddle extended as far back in her mouth as I could see.

Her eyes glinted, wickedly, as she slowly curled her tongue and made an exaggerated swallowing motion, noisly showing off her delight in enjoying my semen.

Impromptu [R] Voyeur [M][F]

So you’ve shared how much you like erections, and how you love the idea of watching a penis being pulled out of the fly of a pair of pants.

First things first. I took the dog for a walk right after I woke up. Having slept naked, I just pulled on a pair of old jeans, very soft, very comfortable. A little loose in the crotch, but still snug enough that if you were paying attention, you’d see a little bulge.

As I walked, the friction of the soft denim brushing against the knob caused me to get a little aroused, and the more aroused I got, the more friction there was.

The perfect feedback loop.

So by the time I got home, I was noticeably meaty. Not hard, but definitely thicker than usual, and I could feel myself bouncing around inside my jeans every time I moved. If you had seen me walk up to my house, you would definitely noticed that I was sporting some wood. Probably could have even seen the outline of the ridge of the knob. I know how you like that idea. You would have liked a LOT. Read more »

Risking [M]y Second Craigslist Encounter [F] (Pt 3)

She stroked harder, slightly tugging the material with her fingertips, causing it to slide down while my erection, obviously, stayed in place. It didn’t take long before she had worked the waistband of my underwear down far enough that it was about to pop over the head of my cock.

The elastic of the waistband was tight enough that the knob was still caught inside, and as she pulled down, my cock started to pull away from my stomach, threatening to burst out at any moment.

She giggled with delight, and started to play, tugging down and then releasing the tension, tugging down again, seeing how much pressure she could apply without it popping out.

Finally she couldn’t wait any longer and tugged my underwear down, and my cock sprung free. The additional friction on the head had caused me to grow even harder, and so there it was, swollen, sticking out at a 30 degree angle, inches from her face. Her eyes opened wide, happy, lusting for me.

“Ohmygod you look so delicious!”

Risking [M]y Second Craigslist Encounter [F] (Pt 2)

I was wearing jeans and a t-shirt, not gym clothes.

As last time, I was still cautious. When approaching her apartment complex, I still circled the block a couple of times, making sure I wasn’t being followed, making sure I wasn’t driving into a trap. Yeah, a little paranoid, but I was new at this. We’ve all seen episodes where the bad guys went to great lengths to con someone.

How did I know this wasn’t an elaborate ploy of someone for some sadistic fun and games? You don’t think screenwriters make that stuff up out thin air, do you?

After parking, again, at the far end of the apartment complex, so that my car was less likely to be associated with her, I messaged her, telling her I was a minute from the front door. And despite my angst, reduced as it was, I was already aroused. I adjusted myself so that my cock was pointing up, not bent over as it tends to get when I’m seated, like in my car.

Risking [M]y Second Craigslist Encounter [F] (Pt 1)

Regular readers will remember how Laura stood at the door of her apartment, topless, hand on hip, smiling as she said goodbye, with the promise of another meeting.

Needless to say, I was very interested in a repeat engagement. More interesting was how much she was looking forward to it. By the time I got home, I was about 40 minutes away, there were already several emails waiting for me from her.

The first was telling me how much she enjoyed meeting me, on a platonic level. Hearing my voice, seeing my eyes light up, watching me move, things that a photo doesn’t convey.

The second was more explicit, sent a few minutes later, describing how much she enjoyed our time together, describing what she was thinking as she stripped me, then as she took me to climax, and after.

I was really pleased to hear what her thoughts were, being new to this, I didn’t know if she really meant her closing words about getting together again or not, perhaps she was just being nice in order to get me out the door. One never really knows. Read more »

Surviving [M]y First Craigslist Encounter [F] (Pt 5) (The End)

Well, she appeared comfortable, so I wasn’t going to complain.

Instead of pulling off of me, she kept me inside her mouth, and I could see her concentrate briefly. Then I realized what she was doing, as I distinctly felt her tongue start to wrap around me. I was astounded, and as I watched the motion inside her cheeks, I focused on paying attention to what was happening to me.

I’d felt that sensation, a tongue wrapped around me, before, but when I was out in the open. Being encased in that warm sheath and feeling myself tongue-massaged was a whole new level of pleasure.

Somehow her actions brought me further away from the edge of climax, but served to stiffen me at the same time.

I felt her move around me, over and over, very slowly, very deliberately. It was delicious, just the right pace, contrasted with the rapid stroking of a hand job or even the up and down sucking motion. And the feeling was so firm, it was like her hand was gripping me. I wanted to enjoy her as long as she could continue. Read more »