Let me tell you how Lydia and I met.As a young hard working guy, I didn't have time for much of a social life. Another problem was that I often prefer...ed men for sexual partners, as there was less bullshit about hooking up. Men don't usually waste time and go straight for the gusto without a bunch of verbal ass kissing. If you pay attention and play safe, you can have your cock buried in a warm friendly ass within minutes of meeting a potential partner. Or if you prefer you can have your cock. The children were not at home. He put his bags down and went to the kitchen. No one. He put the kettle on to boil and went into the living room.Claire was sitting on the sofa. She looked haggard and upset."What–?" was all he managed to utter before she started in on him."You heartless, lying, cheating, bastard," she began, the tears wetting her cheeks anew. "How could you do that?" Do what?" he inquired, totally puzzled. This was not the welcome he needed; he was all in after an exhausting. She pushed my hand away, even though she saw nothing. She sat up in bed and said, “Who’s there? Where are you? Is that you, Jake?”Of course, Jake was not there. I watched her panic for a while as she walked around the house in the nude looking for him. After a while I left, vowing to return.A few nights later I was again with Sandy as she sat at the kitchen table, nude, drinking tea, and waiting for Jake to come home. He was big and muscular; a bouncer at a local bar. I guessed that sitting. As we moved to the position, my hands were on his shoulders, his hands were on my hip, and he asked,-ready now?--yeah-He kissed my lips once and I started riding him.As I was riding him, he was massaging my buttocks and boobs, which was an extra support for me. Also, he sometimes kissed my lips or sucked my nipples, to arouse me. I was moaning.After sometime he said,-time for flatiron position-As I laid back on the bed with a pillow under my belly, his hands came on my sides, placed on the.