I wasn't entirely sure what Warren had in mind when he'd said that we hadn't finished. I spent the rest of the evening in a bit of a daze, wandering from room to room, unable to settle or relax. I guess I must have eaten something, but I couldn't tell you what.

At some stage I decided that I'd go upstairs for a quick shower. As I passed through the hall to get to the staircase, I heard a front door slam. Peaking out of the window, I saw Warren walking down his path slipping a pair of white buds into his ears, wearing a short pair of blue nylon shorts and a blue sleeveless t-shirt. I watched his beautiful ass as he jogged away down the street and briefly wondered if he'd forgotten his promise about my back door being open.

With a snort of laughter I made my way into the bathroom and stripped out of my shirt – now spattered with smears of dried cum – and my Calvins. I threw them onto the hamper and turned on the shower. As it warmed, I took a few minutes to look at myself in the long mirror. Both my wife and I love fucking in front of mirrors. I love looking at her face, her tits, at my slickly lubed cock as it pumps in and out of her sticky cunt or between her lips.

I felt my cock harden and gave myself a critical look up and down. Alright, I wasn't in as good a shape as Warren, but not too shabby at all. I'd always liked my ass and legs, and they'd remained as defined as when I would swim competitively as a teenager. Upper body could do with some work, but apart from that … I knew that I kept my wife satisfied and drew a few glances every now and again. Plus, Warren didn't seem to have a problem with it.

Before my cock demanded to be tugged again, I plunged under the water and soaped myself. I thought about Warren, out for his run, the sweat coating his skin and soaking into his clothes. I also wondered what he'd look like buried balls deep in my wife. Magnificent, I thought to myself; I bet it'd look fucking magnificent. I plunged a slippery finger into my ass, making sure it was well cleaned out. Would I let him fuck me? I wasn't sure. Since being married, the only thing that had been up there was a small dildo my wife owned and we played with now and again.

With a sigh I rinsed and got out. I dried myself and walked into our bedroom, which was still warm from the day's sunshine. It faced south and was light and airy. The large window looked over fields and woodland, but it also had a great view of a few of the back gardens. I'd discarded my towel in the bathroom and allowed the warm breeze to gently caress my body.

I'm not sure how long I stood there before I heard a door bang and, peering out the window, saw Warren leap the low fence that stood between our gardens, still wearing his running outfit.

“Shit,” I muttered under my breath as I pulled a pair of undies out of the drawers that were next to my bed. Pulling them on, I realised that they were a small pair of black tanga briefs. I love them. My wife loves them. I wasn't sure how Warren would react. But before I could change them I heard the back door open and his deep voice yell.

“Hello? It's me!”

I surged out of the bedroom and down the stairs, meeting him in the hallway. As soon as he saw me I saw his face split into a big grin.

“Those are some slutty pants. Fucking hot though. Turn around for me.”

Without a word I did so, turning slowly so he could get a good view all over.

“Oh, yeah. Face away from me again.”

I stood there and heard him move, and felt his heat close behind me, radiating against my naked back. I could smell him now. Clean sweat, unlike his work-soiled smell of earlier. Then I felt his hands on my hips, moving down and cupping my ass cheeks.

“You're exactly what I need right now, do you know that?”

His lips were mere centimetres from my ears, his breath hot, his voice low.

“My balls have been aching for you. You should finish what you started.”

As he spoke he leaned forward and I felt his hardness, still sheathed by his running shorts, press against my ass. I slipped my body around so we were facing each other, our cocks now straining against each other.

A look was all it took before he leaned forward that crucial inch or so and crushed my lips with his own. With a heady abandon, I kissed back, thrusting my tongue into his mouth, feeling his stubble scratch against my own day-old growth.

My hands slid up his arms, feeling the firmness of them. I moved them down, found the hem of his shirt and yanked upwards. He got the hint and raised his arms. The shirt came off and my nose went straight into the wet dusky hairs of his pits.

“Oh, yeah,” he moaned as I licked and pressed and snuffled like an animal. His opposite hand came down and pressed my head further into him. After a few minutes of that he dragged me across to his other one and, with the same relentlessness, I went at it. My world became drenched in his sweet smell.

Again I felt a pressure on my head, this time in a downward direction and with a force that I wasn't about to argue with.

I sank to my knees, using my hands to steady myself against his body, until my face was level with the stretching bulge of his running shorts. I could see that they were soaked with the sweat of his exercising, as was the hair on his thighs.

A glance upward and I could see his chest was equally as damp. I met his eyes and he smiled and nodded once.

“Get in there.”

I mashed my face into his crotch, sliding my cheek along his cock as I buried myself once more. I licked at the fabric, running my tongue up and down his thick hardness. With a whimper that surprised me I pulled the shorts down, freeing him.

Before he could urge me again, I moved in, but ignored his cock completely. First his balls got my attention. I cleaned them and washed them gently, then nuzzled into the crease at the top of his legs, swirling my tongue around until he moaned.

“Oh, fuck, suck it… suck my cock...”

His fingers reached down and gently stroked my hair, but instead of going to his cock I slipped down and under his balls. With my head almost upside down I pushed into his taint, tasting his most intimate of musks.

“Oh, shit… shit, that's good… Do it… Yes...”

I continued to lick, shifting back toward his ass.

“No… Oh, no… Oh, God… Please… later...”

Later, huh?

I stopped and managed to stand up. I kissed him again, grabbing his now leaking cock and giving it a gentle squeeze or two. “Upstairs.”

He grinned, kicked off his shorts completely. “Your turn.”

I took a step back and with a single move slid my briefs down to the floor and stepped out of them. “Better?”

“Fuck yeah.” His eyes glistened as he stared at my own hard cock.

“Upstairs. Bedroom.” I managed to growl out the two words and shoved him away from me. As he scampered up the stairs, naked butt ahead of me, I was shocked at how easily all this had happened. It didn't seem real somehow, but I was determined to not let that stop me. His cock was next on my agenda, hopefully followed by more than one load of his hot cum.

By the time I walked into the bedroom he was sitting on the corner of the bed looking thoughtful.

“What?”

“I don't know what I want you to do: suck me off or eat out my ass some more.”

I shrugged a shoulder and gave him what I hoped was a very knowing smile. “I don't see why it has to be one or the other.” I walked over to him and knelt, leaving my hands on his thighs. “Why don't I take care of this, and then we'll see what you want. There's no rush. It's just us. All weekend if you want.” Again I leaned forward and our lips met, at first a touch hesitantly, but then more firmly, almost… tender.

I broke off and moved my kisses to his chin, his neck, his collar bone… down across the hairs on his chest, further to his belly and finally, and with excruciating slowness, I took his swollen head into my mouth.

It was like he'd been electrified. He jolted backwards, arching his back, shoving his cock further into my mouth. Somehow I managed not to gag, and pushed his legs back down onto the bed. Again I started to suck on his cock, sliding his heavy meat in and out of my eager lips. I let my hands roam over his thighs, dipping down to stroke his balls, giving them a gentle squeeze.

I slipped his cock out of my mouth and kissed down his length, before licking and gently sucking on his balls. My right hand reached up and pushed his chest, flattening him on the bed. With a bit of a wriggle I slipped my shoulders under his knees and lifted, further rolling him back on his shoulders, allowing me – finally – free and easy access to his ass.

My tongue drifted toward it slowly. I felt his body trembling underneath me as my lips slipped closer and closer to it.

The sweat here was stronger, but in no way unpleasant, and I lapped it up. Then I flicked my tongue over his hole – just a faint touch – and he let out a deep moan.

“Oh, fuck. Oh, God, do it again.”

The more I pressed into his hole, the more verbal he became, yelling out obscenities, urging me to probe deeper and deeper.

“Please… oh, fuck… I'm gonna cum soon… please… don't...”

Quickly I moved my head from his ass and back to his throbbing cock. I swallowed him down, feeling his soft tip tickle the back of my throat. Not even a minute of this stimulation went by before he started screaming again.

“Oh, fucking hell. Here it is. Oh, fuck, yeah. Fuck… I'm gonna shoot… Oh, yeah… take it… take it...”

He thrust forward two or three times and then… BAM. He exploded in my mouth. Jet after hot jet of his seed filled my mouth. I gulped a load down, but it kept coming. The fourth load I let shoot over my cheek to land on his heaving chest. The fifth joined it, and the sixth.

“Fucking hell! That was … way better than I'd imagined. Fucking hell. Fuck.”

I shifted up the bed and lay next to him, our fingers just touching. I turned onto my side, and caught his eye. “Now I'd say that we're even, right?”

He leaned into my kiss. “Oh, fuck yeah… and talking of fucking ...”

Needless to say we had a damn good weekend. He'd been gone a good few hours before my wife came home on Sunday afternoon. She was barely through the door before her fingers were dipping into her knickers as I had to tell her all about everything that had happened in every tiny detail.

That wasn't the end of playtime with Warren… Not by a long way...