In the evening after work, I was on the floor doing an ab workout. Dressed in a t-shirt and pair of sport brief underwear, the fan blowing on me to cool me down, I flexed and concentrated on my breath, feeling my abs strain as my torso rose and fell with their contractions.
Arjun finished cleaning up some items in the bedroom and joined me in the living room.
“What’s going on here,” he said teasingly, noticing the chubbed dick in my skimpy underwear. Sometimes a good workout pushes blood not only to my fatigued muscles, but also to my penis. I smirked at him and continued my workout, focusing on the breathing.
But he wasn’t taking being brushed off, he had more teasing to do.
Straddling my torso, he squatted down, package facing me. He was wearing a t-shirt and short sweatpants-like shorts. The shorts’ legs spread, giving me a view of his underwear clad junk inside. He squatted so when I started my next set of ab contractions, my face would hit underneath his crotch.
I went for it, purposefully running my head along his dick, scrotum, and taint.
“Get it,” he goaded, pulling my t-shirt off as I eased myself back down. Contracting back up, my head rubbing his junk again, he ran his hands over my tight abs.
I laid back, relaxing after a set.
Arjun squatted deeper and pulled the leg of his shorts aside, resting his underwear clad package on my face.
I bobbed my head up and down, bouncing his junk in his underwear. “It’s like one of those cliche but hot scenarios from a porno,” I joked.
“Ha,” Arjun laughed. “Yeah, let me spot you while my big dick just happens to be in your face,” he joked. But with that, he flipped around, facing my crotch, and pulled his pouch aside, dropping his testicles from the support of the underwear, hitting my nose.
I lifted my head and engulfed them in my mouth, gently tugging on and tongue bathing them.
Arjun moaned. “Get it,” he said again.
While I continued to tea-bag his brown hairless sac, he leaned forward and released my now fully erect dick from its confines. Swallowing it in one go, I felt the head of my cock pressing against his throat.
“Get it,” I retorted, pausing in tea-bagging him and thrust my hips, pressing my cock harder against his throat.
Arjun withdrew a bit but kept sucking on my dick. He also dropped his own erect dick from his underwear and pointed it toward my face, hitting my chin with his shaft.
I left his saliva coated testicles alone and replaced them with my husband’s dick, his hardness parting my lips and sliding along my tongue, filling my mouth.
Arjun sucked my cock and fucked his cock into my mouth in rhythm. Both maneuvers felt great. I was content to just lay there, letting him take control, a rarity for me to relinquish all control.
Arjun suckled away on my cock and pounded away at my mouth.
We both started playing with each other’s testicles, taints, and anuses.
It had been a few days since we’d cum, so our loads were building quickly.
Arjun was breathing heavy, both from the rising orgasms and the energy expenditure to do all the work of a 69 position, hovering above me as I lay on the floor.
I thrust my hips faster, fucking his face. Ripples of bliss spread outward from my cock, washing over my body.
We were both moaning heavily. Playing with each other’s anuses, we each popped the tip of one finger inside and it sent us over the edge.
Our anal rims contracted on our fingertips and our muscles jittered.
“MMMMMMrrrrrrruuummpphhhh,” we moaned together, the sounds vibrating around the cocks in our mouths.
Cum flooded down my throat as I swallowed Arjun’s load.
My load shot up my shaft into Arjun’s mouth. He swallowed as best he could. I usually cum more, and today was no exception. Plus, gravity was working against him. Drops of my cum escaped the sides of his mouth and ran back down my shaft.
Arjun pulled his cock from my mouth and stroked the last bit of cum out, making it drop into my still open maw.
“Get it all,” He teased, temporarily releasing my cock, letting it wetly smack onto my abs. I lifted my head and licked the bit of cum stuck in the folds of his foreskin.
When my cock stopped ejaculating, Arjun worked down my shaft and cleaned up the cum he’d lost, including the last pump that had seeped onto my abdomen.
“Get it all,” I teased in return, my husband cleaning up my load.
Arjun readjusted our packages back into our respective underwear and took a seat on the sofa while I finished my ab workout.
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