THE OTHER COUPLE #3 TURK'S ASSISTANT

INTRODUCTION:

My wife Daria and I threw ourselves at another couple named Turk and Donna-Lynn (see previous books: Extra-Marital Secrets and Unholy Man-Business) and we have regular get-togethers in their magazine-perfect house where, basically, we fuck like rabbits.

Turk is a successful business executive, 6’4”, with tailored suits, the body of a Marine, and Italian good looks. He always gets his way — which is probably why he has such incredible sexual chemistry with my college-professor wife Daria, who never lets him have it. She 6 inches shorter and 150 pounds lighter but, thanks to years of martial arts, Daria sexually defies him, denies his control, teases him, flips him on his back and rides him when he doesn’t expect it. She uses Turk’s bulk against him to assert dominance — and it drives him wild. They fuck like gods. Donna-Lynn and I often huddle together on the couch and watch as our spouses wrestle animal pleasure out of each other. It’s erotic and humbling.

Donna-Lynn grew up in a very strict conservative household, and even though she has rejected that world, and wears tight designer clothing to reveal her boobs and accentuate her hips, she still feels shame about her same-sex attraction to Daria. They go away for long weekends together, where my wife helps Donna-Lynn work through her issues by tying her to the bed, uses toys on her, and sits on her face for hours. They call it Special Girl-Time. It’s therapeutic.

Turk and I have Special Boy-Time but it doesn’t look anything like the romantic getaways our wives take. Usually he’d send me a text:

[You busy?]

I was chronically unemployed and writing a science fiction novel. Obviously I was never busy.

I’d jump into my Ford shitbox and zoom across town to the rich-guy neighborhood where Turk would open the door wearing a bathrobe, or sweats, or boxers. He’d offer me water but that was a formality. I was there to suck him off.

Sometimes in his home-gym while he did arm curls. Sometimes by the pool. Sometimes it would be a long, slow blowjob on the couch while he watched football. Sometimes he only had time for a suck-and-go — I’d blow him by the front door and then he’d kick me out, his cum still in my mouth as I drove away.

Turk acted like he deserved to have his cock sucked any time he wanted. Honestly, he was such a hot, powerful guy, it did feel like he deserved it. I loved having my mouth on his hot muscle, which stayed erect even after shooting a load. I’d swallow down his jizz and then… just keep sucking, like some nursing calf, until he got bored and pushed me away.

Turk has never sucked me back. It’s never occurred to either of us that he would.

Turk has fucked me only a few times, but not often. During our four-way fuck parties, I was always bending over and presenting my butthole to him, hoping he’d stop fucking our wives for a minute and turn his attention to me. He’d smack my ass or tickle his finger down my crack, but rarely did more. His little touches drove me wild and kept me desperate to please him.

But I’d never ask him to fuck me. I’m not sure why.

Daria always knew when I’d been having special boy-time with Turk. She’d say it was because I had sperm breath — but really it was because I’d be extra eager to fuck. I’d kiss her neck, or press my boner against her, or fondle her boobs, or push my face under her skirt until she stopped whatever she was doing — grading papers or washing dishes or scrolling on her phone — and slipped down her panties, grabbed at my stiff penis, and told me to make it worth her time.

It amused Daria how submissive I was around Turk. She liked to reenact my special boy time sessions where she’d play me and suck my cock while kneeling by the front door or while I watched the game on my laptop. Sometimes she’d put on her strap-on and she’d play Turk and make me suck her while she stood over me. But then unlike Turk, she’d fuck me.

We also reenacted special girl-time, using the toys and restraints on each other that Daria used on Donna-Lynn. My wife is a dirty angel and I’m the luckiest man in the world to be with her.

But this is not a story about my hot wife or about our marriage, or about Turk and Donna-Lynn’s marriage, or special girl-time, or even about our hot foursomes. This is the story of the special boy-time when I was Turk’s assistant.