Delivery from Jimmy

I woke in the morning to my husband getting ready for work. He came rushing in and said, “I’m sorry baby, but I have to go in today, I was out the last few days while we looked for you.” I nodded and told him that I understood. I knew that if he could have stayed with me, he would have. I watched him walk out of the room, then heard the front door close.

I pulled myself out of bed and walked down the hall to the kitchen. I grabbed a bottle of water out of the fridge and drank it in nearly one gulp. I realized that I hadn’t eaten or had anything to drink most of the time I was gone, and I was starving. I went to the garage fridge and grabbed a Gatorade, since I’m sure that I was dehydrated. After drinking that down, I walked back toward the bedroom, when I heard a knock at the door. I grabbed the closest pair of shorts I could find and went to the door. Opening the door, Ben was standing on the other side. He stepped in and as soon as the door was closed, wrapped his arms around me.

I hugged him back, maybe even tighter than the hug he was giving me. He pulled away and looked down at me, “Mikey, I was so worried about you, and then when we found you…well I was just glad we got there when we did. He was going to hurt you.”

“You don’t know what a relief it was to hear your voice Ben. I knew that I was safe as soon as I heard you.” I looked up at Ben and he appeared as though he was going to cry. Without thinking, I kissed him. He was kissing me back with the same tenderness that my husband had when he made love to me last night. I felt like he was treating me like I was going to break.

I said to him, “Ben, you don’t have to treat me like I’m glass, thanks to you I’m safe.” Ben kissed me again, harder this time. He was hungry. I know that I should have probably taken things slowly, given what I’d just been through, but I wanted to be back in control of how my body felt during sex. I let Ben take the lead, and he was guiding me back to our bedroom. He gently laid me back on the bed. He crawled up onto the bed, lifting my hips so he was sitting back on his heels with my ass resting on his crotch.

Leaning forward he started sucking on my nipples, then kissing his way down my stomach. His hands were running up my thighs, and into my shorts. I hadn’t had time to slip underwear on, so his hands went straight to my cock. From the inside of my shorts, he started lowering my shorts. He looked up at me and while staring into my eyes, captured my cock in his mouth. He sucked me into his mouth swirling his tongue around my head.

I gripped his head as my body was wracked with pleasure. I don’t know how this man, this straight man, could have learned to give such amazing head. I’m sure, having gotten blowjobs in the past he knew what he liked. He pulled my shorts all the way off and then his mouth started travelling further down, moving from my cock to my balls. Slowly he circled each with his tongue before sucking my balls into his mouth. After giving my balls a proper tongue bath, he pulled off my balls and started working down my taint.

Writhing under his ministrations, I was moaning loudly. His tongue finally made contact with my hole. The hot feeling of his tongue on my hole, made me start. He was all but chewing on my hole as he worked it over. His tongue lapping at my entrance. Stabbing at it. He was making me feel so good, making every effort to make me feel amazing.

Pulling up out of my ass, he crawled back up my body, his face juicy from eating my ass. As he was eye level with me, I pulled him down to kiss. He traced my jaw and ear with his fingertip, ending up at my mouth where I sucked his finger into my mouth. His eyes went wide as I did, and that animalistic growl escaped his chest.

He pulled back and I watched him remove his clothes. His hairy, muscular body slowly coming into view. Once he had his pants off, he was standing there in that hot jock he was wearing when he pulled me over. He says, “I’m wearing this just for you, I know how much you liked it the last time we were together.” With that, he pulled the pouch to the side and slapped my hole with his cock. His cock was leaking heavily. He rubbed the precum on my exposed hole, lubing it up to get ready for the onslaught.

He looked down at me, “Are you ready for me?” With that, he slowly entered me. My gasp, slowly turned to a groan, as he continued to press deep into me. I need him to fuck me. I needed to remember that getting fucked didn’t have to mean getting raped. It was like Ben knew exactly what I needed, because he started thrusting faster.

He rode my ass hard. Reaching, rubbing my chest while he fucked me. “God you look so hot taking my cock Mikey.” His speed was increasing, sweat dripping down onto me. His smell covering me in a musk that was so sexy. The intensity in his eyes was incredible. I grabbed my cock, but he slapped my hand away. He lifted my hips slightly, and the change in position ensured that his cock was hammering my prostate. Every thrust was like a direct trigger into my soul. How could this straight man know every button to push to play me like a fiddle.

I was sweating from the intensity of his fuck. We were making love, it wasn’t just fucking. He was making me feel like I was the only person on earth. The vibration started in the core of my being, slowly radiating through me. I was pulsing with pleasure. I started screaming out as my orgasm wracked my body. In my orgasm, I was milking his cock. I watched as his face scrunched up and a look of pure pleasure took over. He bellowed, “Take my load baby” as he slammed into me one final time.

I could feel the heat inside me as his cock shot load after load. Collapsing onto me, he seeks out my mouth. Kissing me deeply, he slips from my ass. We roll onto our sides, facing each other. He gently traces his fingers over my body. “Who would have ever thought I’d love mansex this much.”

I chuckled, burying my face in his chest as he held me tightly. We laid there like that for quite a while. I could feel my own cum cooling on my body. I pulled away from him and led him into the shower. We stood under the pouring heat of the water. “You make me feel so safe Ben.” I say, sheepishly. He looks down at me, placing a finger under my chin and pulling my face up to look at him. “I think that’s why fate put us together. I need you to make me feel complete, and you need me to make you feel safe.”

I kissed him deeply, “I think you’re right Ben.”

Ben spent the rest of the day with me at the house. Some of the time he was holding me as I slept, other times, he stroked my hair and I lay my head in his lap. The day flew by, and it was seemingly no time before my husband got home. Ben was still there when he got home, and my husband thanked him for looking after me all day. Ben said it was his pleasure to be here all day, especially after everything I’d been through.

My husband waited on me hand and foot all evening. He made dinner, fixed us an after-dinner snack, and even made me a drink. It was nice to be able to spend some time with him like this. We snuggled on the couch until bed time.

I was told that I could take another day, so I didn’t have to rush to bed, although I decided to head to bed with my husband. Tonight, like last, he held me as we fell asleep. My husband made me feel loved, Ben made me feel safe. In that moment, I felt great.