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by CELENE CAREY

  “Everything okay, Nic?”

  I’m a bit startled and can’t believe that I just got caught intensely inhaling this billionaire’s scent.

  Mr. Rogers must recognize the look of fright on my face. He pats my shoulders and wraps the other one around in a gentle squeeze of comfort.

  “It’s all right, Nic. We’re all right.”

  We continue to stand both looking out across the spectacular view of the city. I can’t help it, but I’m overcome in this moment. I feel over taken by this man’s physical and emotional stature. I can feel the strength and confident just emitting from his body. My body responds not in fear, but actually becomes turned on. I’m grateful that my suit’s jacket covers its largeness, but then look over at Mr. Rogers and his pants look fully extended too.

  He pats me on the shoulder somewhat roughly and heads towards his desk. Just like there’s no greeting, there’s never any parting either. I gather up my documents and head out of his office.

  I find Les parked out front, he’s a master at knowing the precise moment to pull the car up. I’m about to instruct him to head towards the office, when he begins to drive without instruction.

  “Mr. Rogers has requested your attendance at lunch.”

  I’m aghast. Mr. Rogers doesn’t do lunches with inferiors.

  We arrive and of course, the restaurant, Fort is the best in town. Fort is a fusion joint that does reservations only, no walk-ins. The valet opens my door and a host whisks me into the restaurant, passed the many other patrons, and into a private room, where Mr. Rogers greets me. He actually shakes my hand and says, “Welcome.”

  Although the room is large and the table easily seats eight, we sit right beside each other. The staff stealthily enters and exits with delicious dishes that barely interrupt our conversation. He tells me about his rough upbringing, his awe inspiring present, and his elaborate thoughts on the future. Not only that, but he asks multiple questions about me and particularly about my marriage with Lydia. I’m so enamored in our conversation and his attention on me that I don’t even realize that he’s been patting my hand throughout much of our time together.

  Once all the food’s cleared away, he takes me by the hand and I think, no I wish, that he’ll lean forward and give me a kiss. Instead, he shakes my hand firmly and states that he hopes that we’ll be seeing more of each other. He leaves the room and I practically twirl on my toes. I can’t believe it, but I’m ridiculously infatuated with this man.

  CHAPTER 3

  I know that Lydia has to have noticed that I’m not even asking for sex. I usually do and the few times that she does oblige me, it’s boring and without much passion from either of us. Lately, I’ll sneak off into one of the spare bedrooms and masturbate thinking of Mr. Rogers. I’ve even taken Lydia’s dildo on a few occasions. I’ll lock the door, lube up this replica of my cock, and rub around my hole, while thinking of Mr. Rogers. I try to remain quiet, but know that Lydia can hear the obvious creaking of the bed as I masturbate. I love the thinking about Mr. Rogers stretching my hole and taking inch and inch of it all the way down to its base. I never insert the dildo just tease myself, as I want to wait for my first time.

  I picture Mr. Rogers and I in bed together. He takes control and over powers me throughout. He knows exactly what he wants and I’m willing to submit to him. He’s strong, powerful, and in command. He tells me the dirty things that he wants to do to me. I silently nod and allow him to do it. I am enveloped by the scent of his musk and sweat.

  Every time that I have this fantasy, I orgasm harder than I ever have with Lydia. I rarely shower after these intense private moments of release. I know that Lydia can smell the scent of sex on me, when I enter the bedroom. She never says a word nor indicates that she knows what I’m up to. Yet, every time, I see a slight smirk on her face.

  CHAPTER 4

  Over the next three weeks, Mr. Rogers and I spend quite a bit of time together. He takes me to all the top restaurants in town, enraptures me more tales of his rags to riches story, and makes me feel…quite simply…alive.

  Whether we are working out together in his private gym, playing golf at the exclusive Marnot Country Club, or discussing the game plan for a recent patent infringement case, I can’t help but fall further and further for this man. He was so strong, so confident, and so secure in who he is.

  He struts in front of me naked in the change rooms, he holds my hand for moments over dinner, and even embraces me for far more than a quick pat. I always look around and wonder if anybody had caught us. He never seems to even care. I’m not sure if it is his billions that brought him this ability or he just doesn’t worry about what others think.

  Today, he’s invited me out for lunch at a racetrack. I haven’t driven myself in years, let alone at top speed around a track, but I’m intrigued. It’s another moment to be with Mr. Rogers. I know that my other work has been neglected, but nobody at my firm has said a word. Every moment spent with Mr. Rogers is another billable hour for the firm. My bosses have simply passed along most of my work to others. It’s fine by me, as nothing excites me as much as my time with Mr. Rogers.

  Mr. Rogers greets me with a firm handshake and even a kiss on each of my cheeks. I know he’s spent the weekend in Europe and figure that he must’ve picked this up on his time there. I’m way too shy to return the kisses and feel my cheeks flush at his intimate touch.

  Mr. Rogers asks, “Have you ever been in a race car?”

  I shake my head and he says, “Excellent! It’s quite the thrill!”

  Two of the track’s staff appears with matching racing uniforms for us adorned with Mr. Roger’s various company logos on it. We pose for a few pictures in front of his car and he grabs my hand and flings it up in the air in a sign of victory. I laugh at his silliness and pose with a wide smile spread across my face.

  We get into his racecar with Mr. Rogers’ in the driver seat and I’m in the passenger seat. He revs the car’s engine and I feel the power that it contains. We take off from the starting line and within seconds, we’re speeding faster than I’ve ever been. Mr. Rogers and I are both wearing helmets with communication devices.

  He says, “Can you feel this, Nic? Do you feel its power?”

  I nod that I do and let out a scream of excitement that I haven’t done in many a years. I feel alive in this car, as Mr. Rogers whips around corners at top speed. We’re on the straight part of the track and I see Mr. Rogers remove his right hand from the steering wheel and place it on my left. He guides my hand towards the steering wheel and holds it in place. It now feels like I’m in control of the car. I steer the car slightly to the left, as it comes upon a narrow curve. I worry that I’ll crash the car, but Mr. Rogers appears to be confident in my ability. I continue to steer and get the handle on it for another few laps.

  At the next straight part, Mr. Rogers guides my hand down from the steering wheel and into his lap. It feels hard and firm and my heart races faster than even this intense race could cause it to go. I look over at him and make eye contact. He nods and I turn in my seat and use both my hands to unzip his race suit from his neck all the way down to crotch. There, I am greeted by the sight of his large bulge in his small pair of boxer briefs.

  He continues to drive the car around the track, while I fish out his massive cock and plump balls from his boxer briefs. He keeps his eyes on the track, while I slowly stroke his cock up and down his shaft. This act feels so natural to me, as if I was always meant to handle another man’s cock in my hands. I use both my hands and get a firm grip on his cock. He begins to leak pre cum and I know that this is turning him on. He begins to gently thrust into the palms of my hands and this causes him to leak even more.

  As we whip pass everyone on the track, I wonder if anybody has any idea what is going on. Would they ever suspect someone as powerful as Mr. Rogers doing this? Would they ever believe that a married man like myself would stroke another man out here?

  I feel a hand on my neck gently guiding me dow
n and realize that Mr. Rogers wants more than a hand job. I don’t resist and part my lips, as I accept his cock into my mouth. I do my best to accommodate his girth, but it’s really causing my mouth to stretch. He pushes down and I do my best to take more of his shaft, but feel myself choking on it and begin to gag.

  Mr. Rogers allows me to come up a bit and I lick the tip of his cock. It’s wide, pink, and very tasty. His pre cum tastes much saltier than mine and there is not a hint of sweetness. He only lets up for a few seconds before he’s pushing me down again. This time it hit my gag reflex and I instinctively inhale and relax. His cock passes by my gag reflex allowing me to go further down. I go up and then further down a bit more. I continue this motion until I can smell the strong scent of his trimmed pubes.

  Mr. Rogers accelerates faster, as he thrusts rapidly into my mouth. I cup his plump balls in my hand and bob up and down on his cock. I want to free my own cock, but am just too focused on his. Mr. Rogers begins to grunt loudly with each upward thrust and this leaks more pre cum down my throat. We must be at the straight part of the track again, as I can feel both his hands on my head guiding it down and holding it in place. I take his entire cock in one motion and he trusts upwards and down my throat. He holds me in place and then begins to gush semen down my throat. I can feel my nostrils getting hot from trying to take so much of his semen, but I manage to gulp it down. He slowly allows me to rise up off his cock and I clean his entire cock and balls with my tongue. He moans appreciatively throughout this and I can tell that he’s in a state of post orgasm glow.

  He pats my head and I rest it in his groin area. He continues to lap around the track, as he lovingly strokes my hair. My feelings of euphoria turn to dread, when I realize that I’ll have to tell my wife what just occurred.

  CHAPTER 5

  I stand motionless waiting for Lydia to say or do something. She doesn’t. She just sits and stares at me. I think I see a tear forming in her eye, but then it disappears. I see a faint look of anger spread across her face, but then it morphs into a smile. She takes my hand into hers and our eyes meet with one another’s. There is such love in them and a glimmer of mischief too.

  She says, “I want to meet this Mr. Rogers.”

  I stutter out, “Y-y-yes, of course. Again, I’m really sorry, Lyds, I didn’t mean...”

  She places her finger on my lips, “Nic, this sounds like exactly what our relationship needs.”

  CHAPTER 6

  One week later and Lydia and I are awaiting Mr. Rogers’ arrival. I was rather surprised, when I emailed him about meeting Lydia and he agreed. He almost made it seem like it was his idea.

  Lydia had called in a favor from a caterer friend and there was a fabulous dinner prepared. Speaking of fabulous, Lydia was looking absolutely gorgeous tonight in a sleek black dress that left very little to the imagination. Her hair was done earlier and she bathed in an alluring flowery scent. She had even dressed me in a custom made suit. She styled my hair in a sexy fashion and doused me in a musky citrus scent too.

  The doorbell rings and Lydia springs up to answer it. I am disappointed, as I was hoping to greet our guest, but let her enjoy the moment. I hear Mr. Rogers loud whistle of approval and Lydia giggles in response. A twang of jealousy rings through my body, but I let it subside.

  Mr. Rogers approaches me and pulls me forward. I turn my cheek expecting him to lay his lips upon it and then the other. He places his finger on my chin and turns my head towards him. He leans in and I lean forward and our lips touch ever so gently. I wish I could say that fireworks then exploded in the background, but not quite. What did erupt was applause from Lydia.

  “Now that’s some hot stuff!”

  I pull back from Mr. Rogers and feel embarrassed. I forgot that Lydia was even there. I can’t believe she just saw that. I wanted to merely introduce the two of them. I had no aspirations for anything more to happen. I could feel my heart racing, my sweat glands opening, and my head start spinning.

  Mr. Rogers notices this all and he places his arm around my shoulder. I’m taken back to the first moment of our intimate connection in his office. His touch soothes me and I feel my entire body relax.

  I ask, “Shall we eat?”

  Mr. Rogers says, “I’m absolutely famished…for you and your beautiful wife.”

  I hear Lydia giggle again, as she takes Mr. Rogers’ hand and begins walking him towards our bedroom. This is all happening so fast. I follow them into our bedroom and find Mr. Rogers unzipping Lydia’s dress and revealing her matching bra and thong. Her breasts are barely contained in the bra and Mr. Rogers buries his head in her cleavage. She tosses her head back and moans at his touch. He takes each nipple gently in his mouth and suckles on them. She moans appreciatively and runs her hands through his luscious hair. He gets down on his knees and removes her thong and then kisses his way up her legs and into her shaved pussy. My wife looks me in the eye and lets out a deep groan. Her body heaves at Mr. Rogers’ touch and those feelings of jealousy within me return. Not because Mr. Rogers is with my wife, but because he’s not with me.

  I suppress these feelings of jealousy and I decide to join the two of them. Lydia welcomes me with an intense kiss. I smell Mr. Rogers’ intense masculinity all over her. I withdraw my tongue from her mouth and lick up the side of her neck. The mixture of her and Mr. Rogers’ scent is intoxicating. My cock is literally pulsing in my pants eager to be released and fondled by both of them. I cup her left breast and place my other hand on her firm little ass. I give it a spank and she moans with pleasure.

  She loves it and buck her hips forward while Mr. Rogers buries his tongue even deeper inside of her. Mr. Rogers expertly pleasures her and Lydia continues to moan her approval of his skills. I look at her longingly wishing that I had this same power over her. She looks at me and I suspect that she too wishes the same.

  While stimulating her clitoris, Mr. Rogers pulls blindly at my belt buckle, unzips my pants, and removes them along with my briefs down to the ground. My long cock bounces against my stomach and Lydia takes hold of it and strokes it. I have to gently remove her hand, as I can feel my orgasm at its hilt and don’t want to ruin this moment. As much as I’d love to shoot my load all over Mr. Rogers’ face, I want much more than that tonight.

  Mr. Rogers takes a finger and slowly traces it up the back of my leg and towards my anus. I shiver at this touch and hold onto Lydia to get my balance. She looks behind and sees what he’s doing and leans forward for an intense kiss. No words are exchanged, but her kiss is taken as a nod of approval of what’s likely to come. I feel reassured and confident that both of us will end this night exploring wants that we never knew we desired.

  Mr. Rogers stops circling my anus with his finger, stands up, and looks commandingly at Lydia and I. Obediently, we snap upright in a salute of submission towards our dominant guest.

  Mr. Rogers commands, “Undress me!”

  CHAPTER 7

  We both eagerly remove his clothes. Lydia rushes to his bottom half, so I end up with the top. I lean in and take a long inhale of that alpha scent of his. There’s no denying that this is the smell of a man in charge. It’s in stark contrast to my citrus scent. I pull apart the buttons on his shirt revealing his muscular hairy physique. I can’t help but pat his large pecs and take a nibble on his nipples, while I run my hands up and down his firm abs.

  From below me, Lydia gasps quietly, when his cock is revealed. She’s used to my big one, but his is even bigger and more authoritative.

  Mr. Rogers says towards Lydia, “Suck it, you slut!”

  I can see her eyes light up. She’s not used to a man being so forceful and talking dirty to her. It’s just never been my style. She obediently drops to her knees and I watch as she tries to take all of Mr. Rogers. Unlike me, she doesn’t struggle at all engulfing all of him. He thrusts forcefully down her throat.

  He says, “That’s right, Lydia. Suck on this cock. You sure know how to worship a big thick cock, don’t you?”

 
; He pulls my head up towards him and our tongues interconnect, as he smashes his lips against mine. He guides a free hand towards my ass and pats it hard. Spank it. He brings that hand up to my lips and inserts two fingers deep. He has me coat them with my saliva and then brings it towards my ass. He slowly inserts a finger into my ass and his finger is much thicker than mine. I moan at the first touch of another man fingering my virgin hole. I have to remind myself to breathe, as I’m so overcome with the sensation that this is ripping throughout my body.

  Mr. Rogers continues to finger my hole hitting against my smooth prostate, stimulating me as he leans forward and takes my cock into his warm mouth. I let out almost a squeal at this unbearable sensation. The slight brush of his scruffy face along my inner thighs feels so much different than Lydia’s. It’s so prickly and tingly on my sensitive nerve endings that I want to withdraw myself away from his touch, but I try to bear all the pleasure.