Sucking Mark’s Dick Behind His Wife’s Back

This all started about a month back. We’d just wrapped up a long hike and wound up having dinner and drinks at a mutual friend’s place. Everyone was completely relaxed, soaking in that good kind of post-hike fatigue, and the wine was flowing freely. Out of nowhere, Mark casually dropped that his wife hasn’t given him head in four or five years. He mentioned it’s his absolute favorite thing in the world, but she thinks it’s disgusting and loves having that control over him. I felt a rush of heat hit my face.

Mark is seriously hot, and I’m a total sucker for giving head. Just imagining him starved of that for years made my mouth water instantly. So, here’s how it went down: the second he walked into the kitchen for another round of beers, I made a quick excuse and slipped in right behind him. I pinned him against the counter and, without saying a single word, started rubbing him right through his jeans. He went rock hard under my hand in seconds. I guided him into the small pantry right off the kitchen, shut the door, and dropped straight to my knees on the dusty floor. I pulled down his jeans and boxers, took his thick dick into my mouth, and went to work. At first, I took it slow, swirling my tongue right under the head before sliding him deeper to hit the back of my throat. He let out a low groan and tangled his fingers into my hair. I looked up into his eyes while sucking him as wet and needy as I possibly could, spit dripping down my chin. In less than two minutes he blew his load, pulsing hard on my tongue. I swallowed every last drop, wiped my mouth with the back of my hand, and walked right back out to the party like nothing happened.

That night, after we all left our friend’s place, he offered to drive me home. As soon as I got into his car and we drove two blocks down, he pulled into a pitch-black parking lot. I didn’t even wait for a prompt. I leaned straight over the center console, unzipped him, and took him back into my mouth. This time I took my sweet time, rhythmically bobbing my head while he gripped the steering wheel, trying his hardest to stay quiet. When he came, I swallowed it all again, licked him completely clean, and sat back in my seat like it was just another Tuesday. That’s pretty much become our exact dynamic now. A couple of times a week, I meet up with him for a quickie on his drive home from work or while he’s out running a quick errand. I give him head and vanish. No sex, no kissing, no touching me. Just my mouth on his dick. I don’t need or expect anything else from him—I get plenty of dick elsewhere anyway. But knowing that I’m the one giving him what his wife refuses to turn me on so intensely that the minute I get home and touch myself, I come almost instantly. Am I a terrible friend? Absolutely. Do I care? Not even a little bit.