Handjob Club Pt. 02

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If I say so myself, I am a pretty sexy guy. OK, I was never an athlete, and I might have put on a few pounds and I am a bit thin on top, but I am pretty good in the dick department, and at least three women think so. Not pornstar ridiculous, but definitely above average.

And as to being attractive to women, that comes down to the Girls’ Club. My wonderful wife Fiona started meeting up with some girl friends. I think they were quite naughty in their chat. She used to dress up for it (I suppose impressing other women is important) and came home looking great, and ready and willing. So I was always able, and I was happy when it became a regular Wednesday meeting.

One Wednesday she came home and casually remarked “Did you know, there are men who don’t like handjobs?” No, I didn’t know. “We were chatting and a couple of the girls said they would love to do it, but their husbands only wanted to fuck them. A bit insecure, I guess. Perhaps they’ve only got tiny cocks, not like this magnificent specimen!”

I was already very stiff, so she said “I think a Wednesday wank is in order.” Which became a standard part of the week. Next Wednesday she said how strange it was that some husbands didn’t like it.

One day, a girl from the group came round in the early evening and was introduced. They had some female stuff to talk about, but she sat beside me on the sofa for a few minutes and we introduced ourselves. Her name was Alice and she was very nice. Not so much up the top as my own dear wife, but great legs, which were well on display as she had a very short skirt, being dressed up to go out afterwards. And she had a lovely smile.

I liked her, as I was playfully reminded later. “Alice is nice, isn’t she? She looked nice in that outfit. And great legs! Don’t deny it, I saw you looking. Don’t worry, I’m not offended, but she would have been if you didn’t look. Why do you think women wear short skirts if not to be looked at?” Then she offered me a handjob, which I was pleased to accept, thinking a bit of Alice, of course.

“This is such a great cock,” she remarked, “and I love to see you come.”

When she came home the next Wednesday night, she said “You know, you made quite an impression with Alice. It’s rather nice to know I have such a sexy husband and other women notice.” A few minutes later she added “She said she envies me having a nice dong to pull.” I realised that she had actually mentioned the name before. That was the one she said had a husband who does not like it.

She continued. “I said my husband likes it and I like doing it. And that’s when she said it.”

As she got ready for my Wednesday service she remarked “Oh, I see. You like that idea. Well she is rather attractive.” She laughed. “It’s all right. I don’t mind what you think about. I assumed güvenilir canlı bahis siteleri you had your sexual fantasies, and I’m glad if you enjoy them. I know you’d never be unfaithful. Oh, there you go! That was quite a spurt! I do like doing this.”

Next Wednesday she had a surprise. “Guess what. Alice actually asked me if she could possibly give you a handjob, just the once. I said I wouldn’t mind, but I was sure you would be shocked and wouldn’t agree, so don’t say anything to anyone. Still, poor Alice.”

I said of course not, but I wasn’t shocked. It was rather nice that someone might think that, and I was sorry for Alice, of course. I can’t remember exactly what was said, but somehow she persuaded me to think about it. A couple of days later, I said I thought I could manage it, just the once and just as a favour to her. “Oh, you’re so kind,” she said and gave me a big kiss.

So it was that Alice came to visit. She again looked great with her legs on display in a dress with not such a short skirt, but the kind that moves around. Was that stocking tops I glimpsed?

Looking down, I hadn’t noticed something, but someone else had. “Oh!” Fiona almost shrieked. “You’re so lucky to be able to go without a bra. I can’t, but you look fabulous!”

And she did. She had smaller tits, but by no means negligible, and they moved nicely under the dress which was very thin and clingy. She did a little wiggle in response to the compliment. With delightful results.

“Hello,” I said. “You do look very nice.” Before I could say anything else, she kissed me firmly on the mouth and held herself close to me so that I could feel her breasts against me.

“It’s all right,” I managed to continue. “We don’t have to do anything if you’re at all unsure. I won’t mind, and it’s OK either way.” The flagpole in my pants disagreed.

“Oh please let’s,” she said in a breathless pleading voice. “I’d be so grateful. Just this once.”

I then did exactly what the two women told me and found myself sitting on the sofa with a towel underneath me and no trousers. I was glad to keep my top, as I realised my belly was larger than I had appreciated, but she didn’t seem to notice. She remained dressed, but pulled up her skirt a bit to show a stocking and suspender.

First of all, she just felt it around and said what a nice cock it was. Then she applied lube and began to work it while I switched my gaze between her chest, her legs and her hand. Too soon, I shot my load, and she exclaimed “What a lovely cock and what a lovely coming! Oh, yes, it’s so nice to see and feel it like this, not just inside me.”

A few moments later, she said “Well, we’d better be going. We don’t want to be late for the girls’ meeting. Thanks again.” They left me to clear up.

“It’s güvenilir illegal bahis siteleri been a pleasure,” I replied quite honestly.

That night I was told “Alice is so grateful, of course. But how was it for you? Was it too embarrassing? Do you hate me for making you do it?” I reassured her.

“I know you’re probably all wanked out, but do you think you could manage a fuck, because I found it rather exciting and have been getting wet all evening?” I found I could.

A few weeks later I gallantly agreed to a second visit. And a third the next week. Then nothing for quite a while. And it became something we did occasionally but not regularly. Sometimes she wore a separate top and I was given permission to feel under it. Smaller tits than my wife’s, but nice all the same, and good to have a change. However, I was only doing it for her.

It must have been nearly a year, when Alice said she was having difficulty getting away and might not visit again or at least less often. But was there any chance that I could help her good friend Clarissa who was in the same situation? Alice had confided in her that she was getting to pull a nice dong, but of course hadn’t said who or how.

My wife said “You remember Clarissa from school?” and they both looked pleadingly at me.

“Oh yes,” I said. “Clarissa. Nice girl”.

We had all three been at school together. Anyone who had would remember Clarissa, the prettiest girl in the school. No actually she wasn’t now I come to think of it. There were a couple of others who were definitely beautiful – and didn’t they know it! Definitely the sexiest girl – or perhaps not. There were others who flaunted it, and a couple were outright sluts. But she was pretty and funny and yes, sexy, and I liked her a lot, though I never went out with her and was happy with the girl I found there and married. Clarissa was quite good in class, but not a swot. I had helped her with physics homework a couple of times, though she ended up with higher marks than me.

She was, well, Clarissa. To get a handjob from her would have been the dream of every boy in school (and probably some of the teachers). It was amazing to think her husband would pass up the chance! So yes, how could I refuse helping the poor girl?

The day arrived and Clarissa breezed in. Yes, that’s the word. She entered like breath of fresh air and kissed both of us. She stood back for us to admire her, which of course we were, but in such and unselfconscious way, as if to say ‘of course you’re welcome to have a look’. She was in a green dress with knee-length skirt and quite a high neckline. Modest, really, but nice. She had a medium size bust (yes, I thought bust, not tits) and good legs and a pretty face. Overall she was nice. But a lovely güvenilir bahis şirketleri smile and she was somehow very sexy. I can’t exactly describe it, but definitely really sexy, in a nice, fun way.

She surprised us by saying. “Would you mind if we went to the bedroom instead of the sofa? There’s something I have always wanted to try out.” She explained that she had read lots of articles on giving handjobs, and there was one she was fascinated with. It was a bit unusual, but she had read that men seemed to like it.

We were both intrigued and so all went upstairs, where she got me to get on hands and knees on the bed. She said “Apparently gravity helps to increase the blood flow.” Which made sense. However I was conscious of my belly hanging down. Gravity was doing me no favours there. “Just turn through ninety degrees till you are facing away from me. Don’t worry, I’m not interested in your bum, I just want to reach through your legs to do it.”

I think we were both open mouthed but I complied (as you seem to do with Clarissa). So she took some lube and started to wank me from behind. Yes it did feel different and exciting because it was. She started wanking me like I would wank myself, up and down. Sometimes she twisted her grip a little. Then she started just going from the tip to the root, which I realised made it as if I was thrusting into a cunt, but without moving. When she reached the root she continued to pull, so that I had to resist her. Again as if I was thrusting right in.

Then something even more unusual. She slowly started bending my erection back, which gave me very strong feelings. It felt as if it was going through a right angle, as if she was operating some kind of lever. It was almost painful, but not quite and gave me strong feelings that I had never had before. After doing this a few times I felt my erection starting to subside, so she returned to massaging me forward. When I was fully hard, she operated the lever again and when I began to go soft, started treating my cock like milking a cow for a few moments.

With all these unfamiliar movements, I was surprised how long it was before I came, which she praised saying “Good boy! That’s magnificent!”

She thanked us both profusely and hoped it hadn’t been too much of a strain on my poor penis, but it had been a good experience for her, and she was really grateful to be given the chance with such a nice man and a nice cock. Then she breezed off with my wife in tow.

She visited again a few times, but always did it from the front with me on the sofa. She said it had been an interesting experiment, but she preferred to see my face and cock. She really enjoyed my expression as I came, and said I was a remarkable man. And my wife was lucky to have me, but knew that and thought the world of me.

So now I get a handjob every Wednesday. Mostly from the love of my life (often from behind), sometimes from Clarissa, and very occasionally from Alice. I have also lost a bit of weight which they all like.

I feel a very lucky and sexy man. The other husbands would be so envious if they knew!

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