Sex stories

Last week it went down. I run a small sandwich shop under a student dorm. In July it’s quiet, most are gone, but one dude kept catching my eye. Tall, about 6’3, lean skater vibe, curly hair, tanned skin, always polite when he passed by. For days he just gave me a nod, until one morning he finally walked in.
We talked a bit, he ordered breakfast, then dropped the real question: was I single? I told him no, I’ve been married to a man for three years. He smirked and said, “Yeah, like me. Nobody can tell I’m into guys either.” Right there I knew he wanted more. He asked if I wanted to check out his apartment upstairs.
Five minutes later I was in his dorm. As soon as the door shut, I told him to drop his shorts. No underwear. This guy had planned it. What hit my face was a huge dick, heavy as fuck. He told me with a grin, “23.5 cm, over 9 inches.” I dropped to my knees and tried to swallow that man, slobbering on the thick head, working him with both hands. He moaned, grabbed my hair, fed me his cock like I was born to do it.
After a while he pulled me to his bedroom. Condoms and lube already on the nightstand—dude was ready. We did some 69, his tongue opening me up while I kissed on his length. Then he lined up behind me, looked me dead in the eyes, and pushed in. Inch after inch stretching my hole until his balls slapped against me. The burn turned into pure pleasure, my ass dripping lube and precum as he started to really fuck me.
He grabbed my throat, pounding harder, his abs slamming against me, his cock owning my guts. I couldn’t even touch myself—I shot hands-free just from the pounding. He laughed, rubbed my load on his shaft, and shoved it back in me raw. A few thrusts later, his whole body tensed and he dumped a massive load deep in my ass. No condom. Hot seed spilling inside me while I moaned like a slut.
Afterwards he collapsed on me, sweaty, still half-hard inside. He kissed me and whispered, “Tell your husband I fucked you good. He can come join next time.” We laughed, showered quick, then went back down to the shop. When I finally asked his name, he said, “Arthur.” I just grinned and told him, “Fitting—Excalibur really is legendary.”
Next morning? He promised he’d be back for “breakfast with extra sausage.”