Private Listing E12 | I think my wife is catching on to my secret

Everyone is over the age of 18

Continued directly from the last story

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“So where are we going for dinner?” Alex stretches as he gets out of the dark theatre. “Italian?”

“No, I don’t like pasta,” I say quickly. “Let’s go a little further out of town. There’s a nice English pub I know.” 

Thankfully, Alex didn't argue and we drove off to the pub. After we got seated with some drinks, Alex put one hand on his right cheek and tilted his head at me. 

“You know, I don’t even know anything about you except what’s in your real estate folder.” 

“Oh yeah? And what’s on there?” I mimic the way that he’s sitting.

“Your name…your job…your family situation…where you live…” Alex starts laughing as he rambles and I laugh too. “Never mind. I know everything about you.”

“I’m getting a bit worried.” I tilt my pint of beer at him. “I’m not going to be part of one of those Netflix true crime documentaries, am I?”

“Usually it’s the realtor that’s in trouble,” Alex says with a shrug. “Well, I know all these facts about you, but I don’t know anything about you. Tell me about yourself!”

“What do you want to know?” I take another sip of my beer. I haven’t been on a new date in nearly two decades at this point. I don’t know how to paint my life in an interesting way for someone who sees rich clients’ lifestyles everyday. 

“Do you like your job?” 

“Does anyone?” 

“Well…do you hate it then?”

I took a moment to think about it before I responded. “I don’t hate it. It pays the bills and the bills pays for my life. It could be a lot worse.” I end there, thinking that it would be the end of that question.

“What don’t you like about it?” Alex tilts his head at me again.

“My boss is some trust-fund kid who doesn’t know the first thing about being a manager. You don’t want to hear about it.” I shake my head.

“I do want to hear about it. Is he my age or is he younger?”

“I think he’s about your age,” I say. “Way more pompous. Much less professional.”

“You think I’m professional?” Alex smiles into his glass. “That’s right, I had my professional buttplug in that day and not my home one.”

I snort and some beer goes into my nose. Alex laughs at me as I choke and we both laugh until the food arrives at the table.

“So this boss of yours, is he cute?” Alex asks.

“Ugh. I hate to think about him like that. But yeah, I guess he is. Who doesn’t look good with money and no work ethic?”

“I need myself a man like that.” Alex winks at me while chewing on a fry. “Tired of being an independent boy.” 

He’s so handsome. 

“You’re cuter than he is,” I say to him seriously. He rolls his eyes at me but I see the little smile forming on his face. “Really.” 

Alex puts down his fork and smiles at me. “I’m having fun.”

It really is fun.

After we finished eating, I paid the bill and we decided to take a walk around the area. It’s not a particularly bustling area and so we felt comfortable enough for him to hold my arm while we walked. I liked it. I liked it a lot. 

“Do you need to go home now?” Alex walks with a little swing with his head glued to my arm. 

“No. What do you want to do?”

“Get fucked. And then get fucked again.” 

“That’s all you like doing?” The way he’s holding my arm is making it more difficult to walk, but I really like this feeling. 

“That’s all I like doing with you.” Alex giggles. 

“OKAY! So I’m just a glorified dildo for you.” I knew it wasn’t true. No one would choose me to be their sex toy. 

“And what if I am?” Alex plays along. “Are you willing?” 

We come to the part of the street where the commercial area ends and it looks like there’s nothing else but some spaced out car shops further ahead. I turn around and Alex points down an alleyway. “Let’s try down here.”

“This is where that Netflix documentary starts, isn’t it?” 

“God, I hope so.” Alex lets go of my hand and runs into the alley. I jog after him, catching him by the waist and then holding him as he tries to play-wrestle me off. 

This is so fun.

We kiss after I win our little wrestling match and I push him up against the dark brick wall. This time, I felt a different energy from him. He wants it again. But he doesn’t want to please me this time. 

He wants to get bred. 

Taking the hint, I tear down his pants and he automatically turns around to face the wall and arch his back at me. 

“So slutty.” I give his tight butt a little smack before pulling down my own pants. I never seem to fail to get hard with him, no matter when I blew my load last.

“Please sir, hurry up.” 

I didn’t realize he had a plug in until my dick pressed against the plastic. Always ready for me. I pop it out of him and tease him with my head at his ring. 

“You want it?”

“Please…”

“You want it?” I rub it just on the inside of his hole. His back arches and he pushes his butt out towards me. I take out my phone and turn on the flashlight. His sweet smooth hole puckers at me. 

“Please?”

I shone the light at his hole as I pushed into him and felt his energy elevate. Putting my phone back in my pocket, I slide in and out of him gently.

In

and

Out

In

and

Out

“Ah…ah…ah….ah….”

“Is that good, boy?” I reach around to hold his steel hard cock. He didn’t get off in the movie theatre so he should be horned out of his mind.

“I think you’re going to make me cum. Oh sir, I can’t hold it!” I thrust harder into his words. 

In and out!

“Cumming!” He prematurely unloads onto the brick wall. His bottom backs up on me fully as he pulses around my shaft.

In and out!

“Oh…NNnnnnN…oh god…cum in me…” Alex moans. His jizz coated my hand and made his softening cock slip out of my fist.

“Can you still take it? I’m not anywhere close.” I slow down my thrusts as I feel him recoil each pump.

“I want you to cum inside me,” he winces as I push back in. 

“I can jerk off and put it back in when I’m close.” I start to pull out.

“NO! I want you to fuck me! You’re so sexy.” He backs up from the wall further to take me back in. “Cum inside me.” I stand there as he rocks his hole into my groin. I just fucking love how much he wants it. 

If he wants it.

Then I’m going to give it to him.

“Keep doing that.” I watch his beautiful ass take me again and again. 

“I love your cock. It’s the best cock that I’ve ever taken.”

“Oh fuck…yeah keep going…”

“You’re so hot Brian. I want to take your cock every day. I want to take all your loads,” Alex moans while grinding into me.

I slap his ass hard and it only spurs him to ride me faster. “Is this my hole?”

“Your hole! I love taking your thick cock! Your cock is so amazing!” 

Oh fuck…

“Keep going. Work the cum out of me.” 

“You’re so sexy! Your cock is the best I’ve ever had! Please don’t ever stop fucking me!” 

“I’m going to cum.” I put my hands on his waist as he grinds onto me obsessively. “NNn…nnnNN….NNNNnN!!!” He rocks his body harder, milking the load out of me with dedication.

“Yes! Thank you sir! Thank you for giving me your load! Thank you!”

I lean forward and slide my hand on his back and neck as his grinding slows down. Alex stands straight and lets me caress the front of his body as I finish my second orgasm of the night. 

“Thank you sir.” 

I kissed his neck with impatience as both of us enjoyed the feeling of being connected physically to each other. I never want this to end, no matter how uncomfortable the position is.

After I dropped him off at home, I went home as well. I smelled my shirt just to confirm that there wasn’t any perfume-like smell on me, but I don’t think Alex wears any anyways. The bedroom light was still on, so Josie hasn’t fallen asleep yet.

“Why didn’t you pick up the phone?” She doesn’t look up from her book.

“I was at work honey,” I took off my shirt and pants and threw them in the laundry basket. 

“My stomach was hurting really badly.” Josie’s voice cracks and I quickly crawl into bed next to her. She refuses to look at me. “I thought I needed to go to the hospital.”

“What happened??? Is the baby okay?” I place my hand on her protruding stomach. 

“Where were you?” When she does look at me, the glare in her eyes makes me recoil a bit. “I needed you.” 

“I was at the work dinner. The Italian place I told you about,” I lie straight to her face. “It got busy and I couldn’t pick up my phone.”