They had been married for six days, eight hours, and seven minutes when I first sucked his cock.

It was exactly like mine.  I don’t mean that it was almost like mine either.  I mean it was exactly like mine.  It was hard and soft and curved slightly towards his stomach and the head was perfectly formed with just the right amount of skin beneath it.  My fingers wrapped around it, my lips encircled it, and it tasted like he smelled: salty air and the ocean in fall. 

I had answered his Craig’s List ad: suck my cock while my wife watches. 

I was hesitant at first.  Was this all her idea and he was just trying to make her happy?  Was he hiding something, and this was his way of telling her?  Was I going to end up getting thrown out in the middle because someone couldn’t handle it?

When I saw the look in his eye as I knelt in front of him on their bedroom floor, I forgot every little doubt that went through my mind.  She sat behind me in a chair, and I don’t even remember what she looked like or what she was wearing.

He wouldn’t let me look away as I undid his jeans, and he ran his fingers through my hair with a half grin on his face.  He closed his eyes for a second when I touched him, and his fingers tightened in my hair when I wrapped my hand around him. 

I pushed him up onto the bed as I pulled his jeans down off his hips and threw them onto the floor.  He still watched me as I slide up his body, my hand wrapped around him and my mouth open as I searched him out.  He moaned when my lips touched him, and when I encircled him completely he swore in deep whispers. 

I could hear sounds behind me as she did whatever a wife does while watching her husband get blown by a stranger, and I sucked him into my mouth until my lips were buried against his body and I could barely breath.  My hands were on his hard stomach, and his were gripping the sheets next to me.  Slowly, ever so slowly, I slid him out of my throat, feeling every inch of his hardness slide between my wet lips until finally his head was in my mouth and my tongue swirled in circles. 

He was groaning now, and grabbing my hair trying to push me onto him.  I gave in gently, taking him slowly in and out of my mouth, licking his length, and sucking him for all I was worth. 

There were three sets of moans in the room as I worked faster and faster on him.  I slid my hand up and down his shaft as I sucked him, pushing down against the base of his cock every time he was buried deepest in my throat.  He was almost screaming now, telling me how good it felt and how hard he was going to come. I sucked harder, frantically trying to give him what he wanted.  I could feel him pulsing in my mouth, his entire body trembling beneath me and it only made me want him more. 

I could hear his wife moaning behind me and whispering for him to come in my mouth as I sucked him, and suddenly he was shaking, and trembling and grabbing my hair.  He pulled me down onto him, holding me against him as he began to explode in my mouth. I sucked in my cheeks, dug my fingers into his thighs, and swallowed every last bit that I could as he shook beneath me. 

I don’t remember much after the fact.  He was sweet and kind though before I left.  She stayed in the bedroom, as he made me a cup of coffee.  We chatted in his tiny kitchen with his hand on my arm.  Just as I was getting ready to go, he brushed my hair back and leaned into me.  “Thank you,” he whispered, and then he kissed me.  It was soft, and strong and kind and grateful, and I don’t need to remember anything else.

—Guy New York