“I’ve been thinking about your case, and I want to help,” he said. “What your ex is doing to you just isn’t right.”
I started to explain that, while I appreciated his sympathy, I couldn’t afford him.
“Maybe we can work out a deal,” he said.
I suggested trading a full-page ad in each week’s newspaper, but Tom shook his head. That wasn’t the deal he had in mind.
Tom began by telling me that all marriages aren’t perfect, even his own. He said that while he and Jessie still loved each other and had sex fairly regularly, she had lost her enthusiasm also.
While she had never enthusiastically offered oral sex, it was a birthday and anniversary “treat”. And even that had stopped in recent years. That’s when a lightbulb lit atop my head. Tom was offering me a more intimate deal.
After our previous meeting, Tom said he couldn’t stop thinking about my case and my sexual proclivities. It was then I realized what he was suggesting. Tom would help with my legal problems for some of my untapped oral talents.
“How will this work?” I asked as I felt my erection begin to rise in my pants. “When do we start?”
“I’ll call you when I need you,” he said. “No one will disturb us here.” He stood and walked to the leather couch on the far wall of his office.
I proceeded to lock the office door and then walked toward him. He had removed his pants and underwear and sat down bare-assed on his leather couch.
I knelt down between his legs, feeling anxious with my heart pounding erratically in my chest. As nervous as I felt, I could still feel my mouth beginning to water.
His erect cock appeared slightly larger and thicker than I imagined, but I didn’t think it would make sucking him off any more difficult. He pointed to the trash can by the couch.
“You can spit here if you want,” he said looking a little disappointed.
I didn’t bother mentioning to him that it wouldn’t be necessary. That I would be more than willing to swallow his semen.
I leaned in taking his flaccid cock into my mouth. Enjoying the sensation of having a warm smooth cock make my mouth feel full for the first time in years.
I began by massaging the underside of his dick with my tongue and massaging his balls with my hands. He quickly grew more erect as my mouth did its job. Tom quietly moaned his approval.
As I devoured his cock with my moist mouth, I made sure to keep eye contact like the ladies in the pornographic videos. Hoping to show my submission to his very masculine persona.
Tom leaned his head back and closed his eyes, apparently lost in his sexual fantasies. I wondered if it made it easier to pretend he wasn’t letting another man suck his dick.
Worried that we were taking too long, I wrapped my hand around the base of his cock and stroked him in rhythm as I teased his cockhead with my tongue and mouth.
It didn’t take long before I felt Tom’s body stiffen, his balls pulled taut to his body, and his trembling started. I felt his abdomen go rigid and his hips bucked.
“Fuck. I’m going to cum,” he moaned, and I felt his warm creamy load fill my mouth.
I gulped down as quickly as I could but found it hard to keep up with volley after volley of his warm discharge.
I released his dick from my mouth when I thought he had finished. Sucking and licking the crown in an attempt to clean up his mess.
Suddenly, one final shot erupted across my lips and cheek. Tom looked into my eyes as I savored his last bit of semen. He handed me his handkerchief to wipe my face. Then he got dressed and bid me goodbye.
Two minutes later, I was triumphantly walking back toward my office. Hoping no one could imagine what I’d just done. If they’d looked closely, they might have noticed the slight bulge in my pants.
As soon as I reached my office, I quickly locked the door and dropped my pants and stroked myself to an intense orgasm. Trying to relive the last half-hour in my mind.
Since then, Tom had called me once or twice a week, and asked me to meet to discuss my “case.” I knew whenever he called it was my job to make a payment by draining his balls.
It was always the same, I’d close and lock the door, we’d exchange pleasantries and I’d kneel down and suck him off. He never offered to touch me in any way. In fact, I never even took off a single stitch of clothing.
As he was putting his pants back on, Tom would update me on the status of my case as it traveled through the courts. It was a perfect arrangement between us.
And now it was all over, at least that’s what we thought. His announcement that Jessie, his wife knew of our arrangement and the secret liaisons, I only hoped I could keep his wife from ruining me and my chances of ever seeing my kids again.
=======The Next Day=======
At just past 7 p.m., I lightly knocked on the door at Tom and Jessie’s house. Fully prepared to beg her forgiveness and to ask her not to tell anyone about my arrangement with her husband.
Tom answered the door and led me to the den, in the back of his house. He offered me a drink, trying to relax my nervousness. I asked for a bourbon on the rocks and gulped a large swallow, hoping it would help to calm my racing heart.
Tom sat across from me on the large black leather couch and then motioned for me to sit directly across from him on the matching loveseat.
Just as I got seated is when Jessie walked in. I was to humiliated and couldn’t meet her eye to eye. But that didn’t keep me from admiring her sexy body as she stood at the bar pouring herself a drink.
She was stunning. A short white tennis dress accented her curves majestically and from the looks of her makeup and hair, I doubted she had just come in from the courts.
She turned and caught me staring at her. I saw a flash in her eyes that I assumed was anger. But when she spoke, it was as if she was calmly chatting over a post-dinner drink.
“So you’ve been sucking my husband’s cock?” she asked. “Are you a sissy faggot?”
I stammered and was taken aback by her comment. As I was trying to explain myself and concurrently making myself look like quite a fool. She held up her hand, to stop me.
“Tom has told me the story,” she said. “But I’d like to hear it from the whore’s mouth, so to speak.” Then I noticed an evil smile.
I timidly recounted the tale for her, leaving nothing out. I told her about my failing marriage. How my wife had caught me masturbating to gay porn and how she’d taken my children from me after our divorce.
When I got to the point in my story where her husband Tom, had suggested I pay his fee’s in trade, she shot him a dirty look. I’m guessing he had told her that our arrangement had been all my idea.
When I finished my explanation, she asked, “Do you like it? Sucking him, I mean.”
“I do like it,” I said. “Giving someone so much pleasure with my mouth has always been one of my favorite things. Even when I was married, I probably gave my wife oral sex far more than we made love.”
“What do you like about it?” she asked.
“I love the control they have over me, and the way he feels against my tongue, I love the way he tastes,” I said. “And I love the way his cock swells when he is close.”