Private Listing E3 | I love fucking my realtor behind my wife's back

Everyone is over the age of 18

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This may be a stereotypical man thing, but I feel so much better after emptying my balls into someone who wanted it. Sure, that someone was a man, but damn it made my pregnant wife’s incessant demands a lot less grating. 

After I came home with a bag of ice for her, she told me that the real estate agency had called. There’s a house that seemed right for us that hasn't been put on the market yet. 

“Can you go by yourself? My feet are so swollen,” Josie groans from the chair. 

“Uh huh,” I say flatly, trying to hide my excitement. Looks like I'm about to get some. “I'll pick up dinner on the way home.” 

“You're the best,” she says and it sends a pang of guilt through my heart. 

But I need what I need. I gave myself a quick shave and a shower before heading out. On the drive there, I called our real estate agent Rick. I did a fast search before I left the house, so I knew there was another place nearby for sale. I also knew there was no way in hell we would take that place, but I wanted to send him on a wild goose chase. 

“Sure, I can call the agent and see if I can go over there first. I'll send Alex to the first house. He has all the documents,” Rick says through the crackly sound system of the car.

“Perfect.” I smile to myself as I pull up to the house. A couple minutes later, Alex pulls up in a cab.

“Hi sir,” Alex says as he gives me a polite nod and a look around the neighborhood. “Let's go in?” 

I follow him into the pale blue house, where it's clearly still being lived in by someone messy. There are delivery boxes all over the floor, and their kitchen table is covered by open mail envelopes. 

“It's not on the market yet.” Alex shrugs as he walks in front of me. He’s being awfully coy for someone who loved taking my dick up his ass so much. 

“Are you wearing that kind of underwear again?” I ask him while reaching out to squeeze his perky ass through his work pants. He jumps a bit and his face flushes the now familiar shade of tomato red again.

“Anyways,” Alex mumbles, “let's go upstairs?” 

Playing hard to get today I see. 

I'm not about to let go of this chance to get laid. 

When we tour the rooms, I notice something underneath the sheets of an undone bed. Looking closer and smiling when I realize what it is, I pick it up and see it reflect my smile back at me. 

“I like the staircase,” Alex says. “Something about a spiral staircase always makes the place seem more grand.” 

“Uh huh. Why are you pretending like nothing happened between us?” I ask him directly once I've reached the bottom of the stairs. 

“Because it shouldn't have,” he says back shortly. “And you told me to keep it a secret.” 

“A secret from others. It's just us here,” I say while pulling him in by his small waist. I peek to see if I can see a sliver of sexy underwear, but his tucked-in shirt blocks everything. I'm already turned on, and my cock is rigid in my pants waiting to be deep inside his pretty hole again.

Alex scoffs, turning his head the other way. 

“What?” 

“I'm not a fuck toy. I'm here trying to do my job.” 

“Who said anything about a fuck toy? We’re just two guys having some fun in someone's house,” I say while pulling his shirt out to rub his skin with my thumbs. “You didn't have fun last time?” 

“I had blue balls last time. And crippling guilt,” Alex retorts, still avoiding eye contact with me. 

Aha.

“So you're mad that I didn't get you off.” 

“It's the least you could have done if you're going to cheat on your wife.” 

“Hey!” I interrupt him from saying more. “Keep my wife out of your mouth.” 

“Then you should keep your dick in your pants.” 

I have had it with his attitude. With a swift movement, I brandished the handcuffs I found from my jacket’s pocket and clasped his wrist to the staircase’s railing. 

“Hey!” Alex’s eyes widened at his wrist chained to the stairs. “What gives?” 

“I think,” I say as I take off my belt, “you need to learn a little lesson.” 

I can sense that he's turned on by this. Even though he’s being a brat today, there's an energy inside him that begs to be dominated. I know because I crave that energy, and I want to be one to satisfy that hunger. 

And I will.

I grab his crotch and the handcuffs jingle as Alex jerks. Stiff, just as I imagined. I smiled and his eyes pleaded with me to keep going. 

“You want to get fucked by me again don't you?” I squeeze his hard package. “You want to get off to it, don't you?” 

“Yes,” he admits in submission as he squirms under my firm grip. 

“Did you jerk off while thinking about the two loads I dumped in you after you got home?” 

“Yes.” Alex nods, his cheeks turning red again. 

“Good boy,” I cooed at him. “I'm going to take care of you today. That's what you want, right?” 

“Yes sir.”

I unbutton his pants and pull them down to his ankles. While he kicks them off awkwardly with one hand cuffed, I look at his underwear. He’s wearing basic black briefs this time. 

“I'm disappointed. I liked the assless underwear.” I say while getting behind him and tearing down his briefs too. “You’re lucky your ass is still sweet.” 

Smack! 

“Oh!” 

I take off my jeans in a hurry, knowing that time is running out soon. I spit on my cock, lubing it up and pointing it towards his sweet hole. 

“Mmm.” My dick doesn't go in as easily as it did the other times. 

“You should've worn your butt plug again,” I whisper as I try to push myself into his tight ring. 

“Let’s try this,” Alex says and lifts his leg up to the edge of the third step of the staircase. “Oh shit!” 

I push him into his widened hole, sinking into that glorious fleshy feeling that all men love and crave. “Oh yeah…”

“Fuck me!”

“Yeah? You want it?” I pump him slowly and get used to the sensation of his tight hole. 

“Yes sir!” he grunts. I thrust into him carefully until his hole relaxes and opens up for me. When I'm able to go in balls deep, we both moan loudly at the sensation. 

“Oh…oh….oh….”

“Yeah, you fucking slut boy. You love getting fucked at work.” 

“Yes sir… fuck me… oh your dick feels so good…”

“Uh huh?” I pump hard and deep into him. 

The handcuffs jingle as he tries to reach for his dick. 

I've never touched another man’s dick before, but if this is the only way he'll let me keep fucking him, then I have no choice. I tentatively reached around him and grabbed his boner. 

He feels less thick than me, but a lot more stiff than I'm used to. I didn't know what I was doing, but it seemed to be working judging from his reaction.

“Yes! Oh my god! Fuck me!” 

“Yeah? You like that you little slut? You like this cock?” 

“Yes! Harder!!”

“Yeah?” I grunt as I pick up my pace on his willing bottom. 

“Yes! Yes! Yes!” I felt his cock spurt some liquid on my hand and it lubed up his steel-hard shaft. 

“Oh my god! I love your cock!” 

“Oh fuck, you're going to make me cum!” I grunt as I try to hold back from cumming inside. The way he's praising my cock is making it extremely difficult to retain myself. 

“I'm close! I'm close!” His dick is getting so slippery in my fist. 

“Cum for me, boy. Be a good boy,” I clench my muscles with all my might while keeping up my stroke pace. 

“AhhHHh!! AhhHh!! FUUUUuuCKKKK!” His hips buckle wildly. His shaft in my hand pulses as I exhale fully and give him the best fuck I can muster. “FUCkKKKk!”

“AhhHhHh” I moan out gutturally as I release my cum inside him, wrestling with the frenetic pace of his hips while trying to mount him. His hole contracting over my dick made our simultaneous orgasm even more incredible.

“Oh sir…” Alex moans submissively, reaching back with his free hand to rub my thigh. 

“Was that better for you?” 

“We have to… clean up the stairs… before they come home…” he pants breathlessly. “Where are the keys…to…” the handcuffs jingle again.

“I don't know,” I sigh deeply, once again relieved of my frustrations. 

“We have to find it.” 

I take my cock out of him, and some cum drips to the laminated floor. 

“Just a second,” I exhale deeply again and blink away the sleepiness.

“No time. The owners said they’ll be back at a quarter past.”