Two Married Guys Ch. 1-2

Chapter 3Tom had rolled over and slept the sleep of the dead shortly after blowing his load. He felt a little bad that he’d cut the guy off so quickly. But when he realized that he was thinking about taking Mark’s cock in his hand when he exploded, he felt a mix of guilt and confusion that he couldn’t understand.His phone went off at 7:30, and he lay there for a couple of minutes getting his bearings. He idly fondled his cock and thought about last night. He grabbed the phone and pulled up the last picture of Mark’s wife. What a fucking ass, he thought. He’d never shared the pictures of Joan that he’d sent to Mark, but if it got him a few more risqué shots of the tight little blonde, he’d gladly share more.He hurriedly jumped in the shower and scrubbed the dried cum matted in his hairy chest, chuckling at the thought.Jesus, he thought, thinking about a dude’s dick and I blew a load like I did when I was a teen looking at dad’s Hustler magazine.He stepped out of the shower, ran his fingers through his greying hair and pulled on a pair of boxers. Slipping on khakis and a golf shirt, he realized he looked every bit the middle-aged corporate putz. He headed downstairs to the restaurant to meet Mark for breakfast. He had just ordered coffee and was glancing at his phone when the younger man was coming across the room.“Tom! Good morning,” he said, a little too exuberantly. He took the seat across from Tom and asked, “How’d ya sleep? I was out like a light after I…showered. Took a nice hot shower. Felt great.” His voice fell off a little at the end, a little embarrassed maybe? His heart was pounding. “Good morning,” Tom answered and motioned the waitress over. “You’re a better man than me then. I was out like a light as soon as I finished.”He put a little extra emphasis on the word “finished” to gauge Mark’s reaction, and it wasn’t lost on the younger man. Mark knew exactly what that meant. Even though he’d known that Tom was beating off to pictures of his wife, it was a new experience to hear another man speak so openly about it. Before he could speak, though, Tom continued.“Are you ready for the big day?” he asked. “These things are valuable, but it’s easy to let the mind wander when you’re in a new city. Make sure you get out of the fucking hotel a little while you’re here.”The cute waitress wandered over with fresh coffee. “Oh, I know. And believe me, I will,” Mark stammered. “Can’t decide what I want to do tonight. There’s a Korean spa down the street that I heard about. Sounds relaxing. But rus escort there’s a hot tub at the hotel too. I’ll probably be pretty tired. Might just go grab a bite and head back. Why, what do you have planned?”Both men admired the waitress’s ass as she walked away. “Not as tight as Ashley or as curvy as Joan, but enough there to work with,” Tom said with a wink.Even though they’d pretty much said the same thing about the bartender the night before – and shared pictures of their wives – Mark was again a little taken aback by Tom’s directness. He tried to match his bravado.“I don’t know. I might need another look at Joan,” he said with a big laugh to make it look like he was at least halfway kidding. “But seriously. Yeah. Wow…” Again, his voice trailed off a bit before going on.“Hey, that was kinda fun, by the way,” he said. “Our little exchange. Never done anything like that before. You?”Without replying at first, Tom picked up his phone, scrolled through and found a particularly enticing picture of his wife on a sofa. Black stockings and garters, a bustier, high heels. Her legs were raised, one foot dangling over the other knee so her ass cheeks peeked out just a bit as she sat there. He handed the phone to Mark.“No, I never have,” he said. “And I’m not sure why I started now with a complete stranger.”He laughed and took a sip of coffee. He felt his cock stir as he went on.“But there’s plenty of things I’ve never done that I’m thinking about trying.”That last comment intrigued Mark even more than the picture on Tom’s phone, and he felt his own cock twitch. He kept his eyes on the phone, though and didn’t meet Tom’s gaze as he handed it back.“She’s beautiful. You’re lucky,” he said sincerely. “Nice set of legs on her…” Tom noticed again how Mark’s voice would drop just a bit, but then pick back up in a rush.“I uh…I don’t know. I just thought it was fun,” Mark said. “Would be cool to do it again sometime. If you wanted. To, um, look at pictures, and…”Tom was no less confused about where things seemed to be heading. But he couldn’t deny that he was enjoying it immensely. At the same time, he didn’t want to scare the shit out of the guy.“Listen, Mark, I don’t want you to think I’m some old pervert. I’m actually a respectable husband and father – most of the time anyway,” he added, trying to keep things light. “Like I said, no one other than me has seen those photos of Joan, unless she’s got some secret Instagram account I don’t know about.”He yenimahalle escort motioned for the check and had the girl put both breakfasts in on his room tab.“I’m sure my expense account is bigger than yours, knowing these cheap bastards,” he laughed. “Pay me back when you make partner.”He stood up and extended his hand.“Have a good day. See you at my session, and we’ll grab a couple more beers tonight.”Although Mark was happy that Tom wanted to meet later, he didn’t want to seem too eager. Tom was so confident and well-spoken, but also really fun to talk to. Then an unbidden thought came to mind: and damn good looking in a silver-fox kind of way.“Sounds good. Take care and I’ll see you tonight,” he said.Chapter 4The morning seminars seemed to drag on and on. Mark kept checking his phone, and once or twice, he almost sent Tom some more pictures of Ashley. But he really wasn’t sure how far he should push things. The older guy certainly hadn’t seemed standoffish about what they’d traded and both done so far. After all, he’d been the one to suggest they get together again that evening. He flashed on an image of Tom in his hotel room, stroking his cock, getting off to pictures of Ashley. He thought of how hard he’d cum last night looking at pictures of Tom’s wife. Finally, he picked up his phone and shot Tom a text.Hey, I’m looking forward to your presentation this afternoon. Hope we can grab those beers afterward.Hesitating just for a second, he pulled up a photo of Ashley in yoga pants and a sports bra, back to the camera to show off her gorgeous butt, looking over her shoulder at the camera, and hit send.Tom was in a conference room with the company’s chief operating officer and some marketing guys when his phone buzzed. He glanced down and saw Mark’s message and the picture of Ashley. He didn’t have time for a reply, and he tried to put the thoughts of beating off last night out of his mind for now.Just before going onstage, he typed out a reply to Mark. Great, now the whole time I’m talking I’ll be about thinking about your half-naked wife. Instead of a hot tub tonight, we may need a cold shower.When Mark saw Tom’s text, he got caught up on the single word: “we.” Not “I may need a cold shower” or “you may” but “we.” Was that intentional or not? Was he reading entirely too much into the whole thing?He tried to pay attention while watching Tom’s presentation, but he kept thinking about sharing pictures of his wife with the cool, professional-looking guy up there onstage. More precisely, he kept thinking about what that guy had admitted to him he’d done with those pictures of Mark’s wife.He waited a few minutes after Tom finished speaking to send another message. He didn’t want to seem too eager, but he wanted to keep things going as well. Hey, great job. Learned a lot!He waited another two minutes and sent another with a selfie of Ashley in a store fitting room.Tom replied right away.If you keep sending me pictures of your wife, we’ll have to jerk off before we ever make it to the spa, my friend.Mark hesitated before replying. Typed out half a message. Deleted it. Typed it again, then hit send before he changed his mind.Maybe this time we don’t have to do it via text.Tom’s cock stirred, and not just at the thought of more pictures of Mark’s wife, hot as she was. He shot back a response.I’m in Room 419. Give me 20 minutes.His heart was pounding as he made his way to his room. Inside, he quickly stripped and headed for the shower. He quickly cleaned up, and he was wrapping a towel around his waist when there was a knock on his door. Five minutes early, he chuckled.He used the peephole to confirm it was Mark and opened the door, hair wet and slicked back, moisture still clinging to his greying chest hair. Mark stammered, “Uh, hi, sorry, I’m a little early, you want me to come back?”“No, come on in. Where’s your Macbook?” Tom smiled and winked. He turned and walked to the bed. No need for modesty now. He plopped down on the kingsize bed and waited.Mark was thrown off a little by the situation, but was too intrigued to back out now. He moved over, took his laptop out of his backpack and walked over to the desk.“You’re going to make me get up and walk over there to see the pictures,” Tom said with a sardonic grin.“Oh! Shit, guess not, um,” Mark stammered. “Fuck, this is…”Tom was across the room in a flash, taking the computer.“Relax, Mark,” he said quietly. “It’s all good, man.”He nodded at the bed.“Get comfortable, and I’ll get you a beer,” he said. He made no move to put clothes on.“Yeah, a beer would be great,” Mark said. “Um, hey, look this might be weird, but, um, since you showered and I just kind of hurried up here, you mind if I jump in there for a minute? Just to, you know, freshen up. If that’s weird, it’s cool, we’ll just…”Tom was again amused at how Mark’s voice would trail off at the end of sentences when he was nervous.“Be my guest,” he said, waving Mark toward the still steamy bathroom. “It’s plenty big and the water is hot.”Mark took several deep breaths as he closed the door behind him. He knew what he wanted. He knew why he’d come up here, and it wasn’t just to share pictures of his wife. But he still couldn’t quite wrap his mind around what was happening.