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Four (mf,ff, mm, swap)
From: Genesis (noreply@all.com)
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I never slept well away from my own bed. While I might occasionally go
all night without waking up, it was rare that those nights were ever
restful. It didn't matter whether I was traveling with my wife or not.
Cynthia and I had been married for six years, and had dated for a long
time before that. I never really loved anyone else, although I had
dated a couple of girls in high school. We were so close that being
apart for a short time always disrupted our lives. At least she was
here this time, I thought, or I probably wouldn't be sleeping at all.
I gently pushed back the covers and climbed out of the bed. As I lay
the blanket back over Cynthia I stopped to watch the way her long black
hair fell down her shoulders. Those shoulders led to a back that curved
up to a soft, smooth, heart-shaped ass that I just loved to bury my face
in. My cock stirred as I thought about climbing back into bed and
waking her up with my face between her legs, but I wanted her to sleep.
I pulled on my sweats and padded out to the kitchen in the dark.
I probably kicked three pieces of furniture along the way to the
kitchen. Of course, this wasn't my house. The accommodations were
provided by an old high school friend of ours, Christina, and her
husband, Jim. We had come to visit them in Florida for a week during
one of my breaks. I was able to convince my wife to take leave, too
(she's a recovering workaholic). It had been some time since we had
seen them. We used to share a house with Christina, and my wife had
shared an apartment with her and another friend of ours in college. We
moved up north after school and she stayed in town and eventually got
married. They were our only close married friends, which made our
relationship even closer.
I survived my trip to the kitchen and set about to get a glass of
water. I wanted to be as quiet as possible because of the floor plan of
the house, which placed the master bedroom next to the kitchen, on the
opposite side of the house from the guest room. I lightly stepped into
the kitchen and let my eyes adjust to the dark, listening to the sounds
of the house. I heard typical creaking and settling, but also heard
more interesting sounds coming from the area near the bedroom. I snuck
over to the kitchen door and noticed that the bedroom door was cracked.
I listened closely and caught my hosts enjoying martial relations:
moans, heavy breathing, and the occasional statement of encouragement.
I decided to stay and listen. My cock hardened as I imagined my high
school friend Christina on her knees sucking Jim off. I had imagined
her doing it before, only to me. I had always been attracted to her,
even though she only thought of me as a close friend, and I will admit
that I had violated her privacy by making her the object of masturbatory
fantasies. She was always a confident and controlled person when she
talked about her sex life. She was embarrassed by little, even though
she had a sense of decorum. I was sometimes surprised by things she
revealed. Once, when they had driven up to visit us, she told us about
how she had stripped naked in the car on the way up, and this was a game
she and Jim (and other friends of theirs) played every now and then. I
later overheard her tell Cynthia that she blew Jim at the end of that
game. We never play games like that.
I was awakened from my memories by the sound of my name. I listened
again, and heard Christina from her bedroom saying, "Go, on, Eric, fuck
me! Yeah. Fuck me, Eric, just like that. Oh, Eric, your cock feels so
good. I'm going to come all over it. Unngh!" I was confused. I was
hard as a brick, but confused. What was she doing? I kept listening.
Christina wasn't talking, but was still groaning as Jim screwed her.
Then I heard his voice. "You're such a slut, Chris. How does it feel
to fuck your friend's husband?" "About as good as you'll feel fucking
his wife, lover. Let me hear how you'd fuck Cynthia."
My hand was in my sweats as I listened. Their role playing was pretty
intense. Jim went on to describe how he would talk to my wife as he
nailed her, and I was surprised that I didn't want to kill him.
"Cynthia, you are so beautiful. Eric had better fuck you whenever you
need it. I can't believe I'm doing this now. I can't believe I'm
fucking you! Your pussy feels so good. Do you like it, Cynthia? Do
you like fucking your friend's husband?" Chris moaned. "Yeah, you do.
You're really into it, Cynthia. You like being fucked. You like my fat
cock in your cunt, don't you? Look over at Eric fucking Chris. Your
husband is screwing my wife while you watch. He can see you, too,
taking my cock. You love it!" Chris groaned again, then the sounds
stopped. Chris told Jim to lie back and following some bed creaking
which I assume meant changes in geometry, the bedroom became very quiet
except for some heavy breathing. I imagined Chris had mounted Jim and
was riding him, but it really didn't matter. Their performance was
compelling enough without the visuals. Jim spoke again.
"What if they don't go for it?" He whispered.
"Then you won't get to fuck Cynthia, dear." She replied with a gasp.
"Neither will you, you slut. You've been talking about making it with
Cynthia for months. I'm not complaining, mind you. I want to see it!"
He countered. My mouth was dry as I listened. My fist tightened around
my cock.
"I'm not the.mmm.only one with a fantasy that won't come true. You can
fuck my ass whenever you want, but it will never be the same as screwing
another man. Plus, as we've both noted, I don't have a cock you can
suck, Jim. Eric does. So if you want it, we have to make this work.
Besides, we don't know that they won't go for it. And I can tell you,
get a little booze into Cynthia and she'll blow you in church. I don't
think she's changed that much since college. Now quit talking and fuck
me!"
So that was the plan. One big four-way. I was fine with the swapping
but not sure about the m-m part. I was conflicted. I had fantasized
about having sex with a man, and being (at least mostly) straight I
wasn't interested in having a relationship with one. I had relegated
those ideas to the bin in my brain that was labeled "fun but not likely
to happen". Now confronted with the possibility, I was freezing.
Prematurely, even. I guess I would just have to play it out and see
what would happen. I sat back to listen to the rest of the show when I
heard the floor creak. Cynthia entered the kitchen and groggily asked
me what I was doing. I put my finger across my lips and pointed to the
bedroom. She could now hear the groaning and pounding but none of the
planning, as Chris and Jim were obviously preoccupied. Cynthia's eyes
grew wide as she listened. I couldn't stand it anymore and I stood up
and pushed my wife over to the kitchen counter. I pushed her shoulders
down to the counter and flipped her robe up over her waist. I gripped
my cock with my fist and drove it inside her. She grunted and I
hurriedly pumped in and out of her tight pussy. I reached around and
groped her breasts, pulling on her nipples. As I urgently fucked her I
roughly rubbed her pussy with my right hand, while my left pulled her
ass back against me. I knew Cynthia liked to be taken forcefully and by
surprise some times, and I hoped this was one. It was, and she quickly
came as I rammed my cock into her again and again. I didn't last very
long and buried my spasming cock inside her. I don't know if hearing
her friend in the throes of orgasm did anything for my wife, but it did
for me. I hoped that we would both hear those sounds again. I pulled
up my pants and my wife and I snuck back to the bedroom. I felt guilty
for my earlier urgency and set out to lick her to a satisfying orgasm.
I had never done this so soon after fucking her, and was surprised
(though I shouldn't have been) when I wound up with a mouthful of my own
semen. The surprising part was the enthusiasm with which I licked it
up, and the quick erection it brought. I wondered if Cynthia noticed.
Soon she was pulling my face into her and grinding her hips against my
mouth. As she relaxed, I crawled back up next to her.
"You've never done that before." She said, stroking my face.
"I surprised myself." I replied.
"Did this surprise you?" she asked as she rubbed her fist up and down
my erection. "Did this come from that?"
"I think so. I never thought about it before." This was an issue I
had never felt confident about expressing to my wife. It was hard to
deny, though, given my state. It was even harder to deny as she deftly
stroked my swollen cock.
"So.you got hard sucking your come out of my pussy?" She said with a
low growl.
"I-I think so."
"Did you like taste of it? Your come?" she probed.
"It wasn't bad. But I think different from the source, you know.
Mixed fluids, and all." I was whispering now, too. Cynthia had turned
herself so that her mouth was near my cock. She took it in and sucked
me for a few seconds. My cock grew painfully in her mouth.
"So. Would you like to taste it from the source?" She asked. I said
nothing. She drew her tongue up my shaft from my balls to the tip.
"Would you? Would you like to suck a man's cock, Eric?"
She could have made me give up launch codes to nuclear missals by now,
the way she worked my cock with her mouth and hands. As afraid as I was
to reveal this particular side of me, I couldn't keep it in.
"Yes." I whispered, and let the word hang there. She took my cock
back in her mouth and slowly worked her lips along its length. Her
fingers stroked my balls and her index finger rubbed against my
perineum. My hips involuntarily shifted forward to allow her more
access to my ass.
She looked at me again. "I'd like to watch you suck cock, Eric. I
wish I had one you could suck right now." Her finger slid down to my
asshole and began to press against it.
"I wish you had one, too. I would suck your cock." Saying those words
made blood rush to my head. I was drunk with lust now, and would do
anything my wife told me do. I pushed against her finger and moaned as
it tentatively entered me. "Uhhhhhhh. Oh, God that feels good." I
blurted out.
"What else do you want, honey? What else do you want done to you?"
She put her mouth over the tip of my cock and sucked hard. I felt the
blood rush to the head.
"Put your finger in my ass. All the way." I grunted, pushing my ass
hard against her index finger. I was very tight and it didn't feel as
if it had made it very far. I needed to feel it deep inside me. I
grabbed her hand and yanked up to my mouth. I sucked her fingers and
left a good coating of spit on them, then pushed her finger back to my
ass. I pushed out as she penetrated me and then relaxed. I groaned and
arched my back, pushing my cock toward her mouth. She sucked me and
then slid her mouth to my balls. She licked them and sucked them in
turn. I was humping my ass against her finger, trying to drive it
further inside me. "Push it in deeper." I plead, sounding like a
whore, and emasculated fag whore. But I didn't care. I wanted her in
me.
"I'm out of finger." She laughed gently, indicating that she was in as
far as she could go.
"Then give me two fingers." I breathlessly ordered.
"Are you sure? I don't want to hurt you."
"YES!" I grunted. She withdrew her index finger and I took them in my
mouth and spit on them again. This time she slid both her index and
middle fingers into my anus. I could feel them both independently
pressing against the walls of my rectum. I bounced against her hand and
suddenly wished for a cock again. I wanted to be fucked in the ass. I
wanted a thick, hard, hot cock pounding my ass. I loved my wife and I
loved fucking her and I would never leave her for anyone or anything. I
was not becoming gay, but I wanted to be fucked badly. I must have
opened my mouth because I heard myself say it.
"Fuck my ass, Cynthia. I want you to fuck me in the ass." I begged.
She continued toying with my cock and fingering my ass. "I kind of
lack the hardware, hon."
"Then we'll have to get a dildo." I grunted. I couldn't believe I was
talking this way! I felt like a different person. "I want you to strap
it on and fuck my ass." I was close to coming. My head rolled left and
right and I groaned. "Oh, God, I'm gonna come."
Cynthia's mouth clamped on to my cock and she sucked me with an
intensity I had never felt. Maybe I was just sensitive from having my
ass serviced by my wife, but my cock was ten feet long and felt like a
firehose. I tried to fuck her mouth and her hand at the same time and
couldn't. But I didn't need to. A few seconds later I clamped my
asshole around her fingers and shoved my cock into her mouth for the
last time. Now I really felt like a firehose. She pushed against my
prostate and my come flowed into her mouth in heaving spurts. I gasped
as it happened. Cynthia took my come in her mouth and jerked my cock
with her other hand. Suddenly I felt her withdraw her fingers from me
and her weight shifted. My cock spurted again against her belly as she
brought her face to me. She leaned over and I kissed her.
I was surprised as she dumped a mouthful of my come into my mouth. I
nearly choked at first but then had to swallow as she kissed me. She
brought her hand to my mouth and I licked my come from her fist, then
she rolled over and I licked her stomach clean. She kissed me again to
make sure I had swallowed and to help me clean up. I had never tasted
myself before, and was surprised to find it not bad. I expected much
worse.
"Is it different when it comes from the source?" She asked.
"Umm-hmm." I responded. "Thank you."
"You're welcome. And honey?"
"Yeah, Cyn?"
"Don't go anywhere else if you feel like you need a cock. I don't want
you going to bars and getting into trouble. I'll screw you whenever you
want." She kissed me on the cheek and rolled over.
"You don't have to worry about that. I'm not into it that much. I
think it's just a spur of the moment thing." I said, trying to reassure
her, hoping that she wouldn't think I was gay.
"It was quite a spur. I've never seen you act like that in bed. I
liked it!" She said. "We'll have to do that again sometime." Then, a
bit later, "I love you. Now go to sleep."
We woke up late the next morning. It was practically noon when I made
it out to the kitchen. Cynthia sat at the table drinking a glass of
juice and Chris was washing breakfast dishes.
"We saved you some food, honey." My wife pointed to the stove and a
warming plate inside it.
Chris looked back at Cynthia and leered. "You must have really tired
him out last night!"
I looked at Cynthia wide-eyed. Did they know? She shook her head when
she realized what I was thinking.
The garage door opened and Jim entered. "I'd be tired out if I was
married to Cynthia, Eric."
"The constant nagging and maintenance would tire you out, too, huh?" I
joked. A biscuit flew at my head.
"No. I didn't mean it that way at all." he protested.
"Just shut up and finish the grill, Jim." Chris spoke with mock
annoyance. "If you didn't keep opening your mouth, dumb stuff wouldn't
come out of it, honey." She kissed him and pushed him back into the
garage. "That's your job, today, Eric. Keep him occupied, get the
grill working, and prepare some dinner. Your wife and I have some
shopping to do this afternoon." Cynthia hates to shop, but she doesn't
see Chris that often.
I ate and we all talked a bit. Chris and Cynthia eventually got on the
road to their shopping safari, and Jim and I got the grill working. I'm
always a little cautious about working with gas, so it was good to have
someone else around. It was even better that I was the someone else and
not doing the working myself. Jim and I had a few beers and talked
about work and other miscellaneous bullshit. Unfortunately, I found
myself looking at his shorts. After last night, I found myself actually
interested in the prospect of sex with him. I wasn't checking him out
in the typical way, I kept telling myself. I was wondering about his
dick. Long? Thick? Bent like mine? What would he do to me? Every
now and then I had to shift positions because of the wood. The grill
finished, we went out back and sat in the sun until it disappeared.
When the afternoon rain started, we adjourned to the PlayStation. The
wives returned with many bags and Chris asked about dinner, and more
importantly, drinks. This mandated a bit of a shopping trip for Jim and
I as well. As the women disappeared into the bedroom to sort loot, we
hunted and gathered. We returned, cooked, drank, and resumed sitting
about. We were all a little toasted from three or four pitchers of
margaritas. We mostly talked about old times, high school stuff, which
left Jim out, and I felt bad for him. But eventually, he was included
as the talk turned randy.
Cynthia and Chris had shared an apartment with another high school
friend of ours, Liz. At some point, a huge row broke out between the
three of them, and eventually they all separated. Time healed some, and
Cynthia and Liz were still friends, but Liz and Chris didn't really
talk. I was friends with all three of them, and had always chosen not
to take sides, so I had no idea, and wasn't really interested anyway,
what precipitated the whole thing. We somehow got on to the subject of
that schism.
"Do you really want to know what happened?" Chris slitted her eyes and
looked at Cynthia and I. "I'll tell you what started the whole thing.
It wasn't my boyfriend or my sloppy housekeeping. There's a dark
secret." She leaned back in her chair and sipped her drink. "If I tell
you, things will never be the same between us all."
"Who did you kill?" Jim asked. "And will the body ever be found?"
"Cute, honey. But not even close." She sipped her drink again.
"Well? Are you going to tell us?" Cynthia persisted.
"OK, but I warned you. I was sleeping with Liz." She sipped her drink
and looked at the ceiling.
A collective gasp and a "What?" went up from the three of us. Jim
looked sideways at his wife.
"But how could I not have known? Liz and I shared a room?" Cynthia was
genuinely shocked.
"Well, there wasn't much sleeping, actually. We had to be very discreet
because of you. No one could know, least of all you. And you almost
caught us once. We thought you were staying at Eric's that night and
you came back early. Luckily the dog started barking when she heard you
coming up the stairs. We had just, umm, finished and were about to get
in the shower. Liz freaked and jumped in and I just stayed in bed
nonchalantly." Cynthia shook her head knowingly as Chris continued her
story. "It was a strange little affair. Neither of us had been with
women before, but something happened between us one weekend before you
moved up from Tampa. We both had relationships with men but kept
winding up together. Apparently I could handle it but Liz couldn't.
She is as gay as the day is long but is in such denial I felt sorry for
her. In fact, I always thought she was in love with you, Cyn. She
would never admit it, though. Anyway, we had a big blow-up one night
which I'm sure was the result of tension from her inability to admit her
sexuality. Since nobody could know about the relationship, we had to
make up something to fight about. Liz took it way too seriously and has
probably convinced herself that the cover stories are true."
We all sat, stunned. After a few minutes, Chris broke the silence.
"So, honey. All this talk about your wife going down on the muffin
getting' ya stoked?" She beckoned to Jim to come over and sit on her
lap on the couch. I was more than a little hard and happy I didn't have
to get up. Cynthia moved over closer to me. Chris and Jim kissed, and
then Chris looked over at us. "You two should know that the kitchen is
backlit at night, so if the bedroom door is open, you can see the table
from our bed. Good Feng Shui, I believe."
I died. Cynthia looked at me in horror. Chris laughed. "It was a nice
show. I hope you enjoyed ours, too. You normally can go a little
longer than that, right Eric?" I was horribly embarrassed, but Cynthia
just leaned over and took a big gulp of margarita. Chris was rubbing
Jim's crotch now, and Cynthia kissed me. Chris undid Jim's zipper and
Cynthia and I watched.
"Hopefully you two can get a better view with the lights on." Chris
said as she leaned over and took Jim's stiffening cock into her mouth.
Jim leaned back and groaned. Cynthia looked at me questioningly, then
turned back to face Chris and Jim. Jim opened his eyes and looked at
Cynthia. "I hope this doesn't embarrass you. If you all aren't
interested, just say so."
Cynthia and I looked at each other, then Cynthia looked at my tenting
crotch. We were both pretty lit, and she leaned over whispered in my
ear. "You gonna hide that thing all night or take it out for me?" she
dropped to her knees and soon my pants were off and my wife was sucking
my cock in front of our friends. She seemed to tune out everything
else. I was torn between watching Chris and savoring my wife's oral
talents. I decided on the former. I probably wouldn't get to see that
again. Chris's copper hair bobbed up and down on Jim's dick. She
preferred short, forceful strokes, while Cynthia licked me like an ice
cream cone. Jim didn't seem to mind Chris' technique. After a few
minutes, she got up and said "Time for the Pepsi Challenge."
Cynthia watched as a pretty drunk Chris got up, dropped her clothes, and
went to the bedroom. When she came back to the living room, she had a
scarf in her hand. She tied it around Cynthia's head and told her get
on her knees in the middle of the room. Cynthia did so. Chris then
unbuttoned Cynthia's blouse and took her bra, stripping her to the
waist. "Put your hands down by your side, Cynthia. Good. Now identify
your man!" Jim stepped forward and presented his cock to my wife. "No
hands, now." Cynthia opened her mouth and Jim placed his cock on her
tongue. Cynthia devoured him. After thirty seconds, Chris shouted
"Next!" and pushed me toward Cynthia. She took my cock in much the
same way. After thirty seconds, Chris shouted "Time's up!" and Cynthia
had to guess. I figured that my dick had been in her mouth enough that
she knew it, but she claimed she needed to try again. Chris laughed and
the process was repeated. This time, though, instead of pushing me
toward my wife, Chris stepped up and straddled Cynthia's face. She
pulled Cynthia's mouth into her pussy, then laughed and let her go.
"Well?" she asked.
"It must be cold out, because that last one was awfully small. And I
think he was still wearing pants!" Cynthia said. We all laughed, then
Chris put the blindfold on me. "Your turn!" She said. I took turns
tasting the two of them and immediately recognized Cynthia. Chris
lingered a bit, so I showed some enthusiasm. Her hand went to the back
of my head as I heard her tell Cynthia how happy she must be with me. I
half expected to end up with Jim's cock in my mouth, but maybe Chris
anticipated that and didn't want to tip her hand yet. But she had to
know that I heard them last night.
Jim protested his wife's apparent satisfaction with my cunnilingus.
"Hey! What about me sitting over here all by myself?" He whined.
Chris turned her head toward him and jerked her thumb to the other end
of the couch, toward my wife. "Make our guest feel welcome, Jim, dear.
I'm kind of busy right now."
I turned my head away from Chris long enough to watch my wife lean back
on the couch and open her legs for Jim. Her knees lay over his
shoulders as he began kissing and licking Cynthia's pussy. I found I
wasn't jealous at all, watching another man with my wife. Maybe it was
because my tongue was in his wife, or maybe I was happy that Cynthia was
happy. Regardless, I put my attention full-time into the body of this
woman about whom I had fantasized since high school, and I was going
down on guilt-free.
Chris complained about standing, so she lay down on the carpet near the
couch. Jim and Cynthia were just a few feet away, and I could hear my
wife's satisfied moaning as Jim ate her. I redoubled my efforts into
Chris and my dick throbbed away. Chris took my cock in her hand as I
licked her and she slowly jerked me off. She tickled my balls and
asshole with her finger. I lurched a bit when she touched my ass.
"Sensitive?" she asked. I returned the favor by running my tongue
along her crack and pushing it into her anus. She groaned and arched
her ass toward my mouth.
"Oh, God. Jim! Eric's licking my ass, honey. He's eating me so
well!" Chris exclaimed. I felt a little embarrassed, but was happy
with the result. Jim raised his head from my wife's lap and climbed up
on to the couch next to her. "Cynthia, you have the most beautiful
breasts. Eric, I have got to suck your wife's tits. Do you mind?"
I looked up from Chris' crotch and said "Be my guest. I love them. Be
sure and bite her nipples, Jim." I couldn't believe what I was saying.
I guess I was infused with Chris' spirit of fun. I worried that my wife
might be uncomfortable, but I was reassured when I heard her speak up.
"Isn't anyone going to ask me? They are my tits, you know." Cyn's tits
are full and round, with pale pink nipples. They don't have that fake
rigidity you see in porn, and I find the little sag that they have all
the more erotic. She laughed and held them in her hands, then offered
her right one to Jim's mouth. "Well, if you're going to do that, you
can have them both!" She said to Jim with a sigh as she pulled his head
towards her chest.
Chris climbed out from under me and pushed me over on my back. She
pointed her ass up in the air towards Jim and Cynthia and lay her head
by my balls and looked up at me. Her tongue slid out of her mouth and
up my shaft. When she got to the top she took my cock in her mouth and
gave me a most memorable blowjob. Memorable because hers was the first
mouth on my cock besides Cynthia's. She bobbed quickly up and down my
cock and made it very slick with her spit. As she pulled her mouth away
at the head strands of saliva hung down from her lips to the crown of my
cock. She immediately sucked them back in and swallowed me again. She
didn't jerk my cock like Cynthia did while she blew me. She sucked with
fervor and rolled her tongue around the head and shaft while I was in
her mouth. I nearly lost it when she throated me, pressing her nose
against my waist and her chin against my balls. I could feel the head
of my cock in her throat, sliding against the warm, soft tissue. She
slowly let me out of her mouth, rolling her eyes up to look at me. She
smiled as she licked the last of her spit from my cock.
"Did you like that?" She purred, slowly stroking me.
"Oh, yeah. That was fantastic, Chris." I rubbed her back and ass. She
wiggled at my touch. "I'm surprised you weren't more popular in high
school."
Chris squeezed my cock painfully. "Jerk. I wasn't that good in high
school. It's taken years of practice."
"Then Jim's a lucky guy to be the beneficiary of all that practice." I
said, slipping my hand down her ass. My middle finger slid down her
crack and rubbed against her labia. She caught her breath and then
looked at me with determination.
"Time to fuck, Eric." She stood up and took me by the hand across the
room to a pile of throw pillows we had laid out in front of the TV. She
was still somewhat drunk, as we all were, and she kind of wobbled, then
fell on her back into the pillows. I saw Jim kneeling in front of
Cynthia's face. His hips were pistoning in and out as he fucked her
mouth. She was moaning and had one hand between her legs. The other
gripped Jim's ass. The middle finger of that hand was buried to the
knuckle in Jim's asshole. His head was back and he was gasping. Chris
reached up and grabbed my swollen dick. "Let's go, honey. I need that
big ol' dick of yours." Then she looked over at Cynthia and Jim and
shouted. "Cynthia? I'm going to fuck your husband now. OK?" Then she
giggled. As I slid my cock into Chris' slick cunt I heard my wife say
"Sorry, Chris. Mmph. I can't talk. Your husband's dick's in my
mouth!" The two women laughed. Chris' laugh turned abruptly to a grunt
as I entered her.
I slowly pushed into her until my cock was completely buried. My balls
lay against her ass. I pulled completely out and entered her again.
Slowly I did this three times until she grabbed my ass and pulled me
into her hard. "I said FUCK, Eric. No messing around with technique,
dear. Give me that cock!" So I did. I drove in and out of her with
power, changing speed and angle and anything else I could to excite
her. I rubbed her clit with my thumb as I pulled her hips into mine.
My balls slammed against her ass over and over. I paused and lifted her
legs into the air, over my shoulders. I was able to settle into a
rhythm that allowed me to concentrate on things other than coming, which
I really, really wanted to do. Usually I recite the periodic table of
elements to myself. I held Chris's ankles together straight in the air
and licked along the back of her calf. "Hydrogen, atomic number 1, mass
1.00794. Helium, atomic number 2, mass 4.008,."
Chris kept interrupting my recitation with her grunts and exclamations.
She has quite a dirty mouth during sex, which I found even more erotic.
"Oh, God. Keep fucking me, Eric. Fuck.Me." She timed each syllable to
a thrust. I glanced over and saw Jim and Cynthia's reflection in the TV
screen. Cynthia was bent over the arm of the couch, resting on her
elbows, while Jim drove into her from behind. Her favorite position is
lying face down, flat, with me entering her from behind. Then her clit
rubs against the bed while I fuck her. I often slip my thumb into her
asshole when we do it this way. Jim simply gripped her waist and
controlled his thrusts. Cynthia's breasts hung over the couch and swung
back and forth as Jim fucked her. I could see her nipples rubbing
against the couch cloth. Her eyes were closed.
Chris suddenly pushed me away. I pulled out of her with a wet pop and
she had me lay down on the pillows. She knelt over my cock and slowly
impaled herself on it, just as she had done with her husband the night
before. She leaned forward and ordered me to kiss her. I grabbed her
head and forcefully thrust my tongue into her mouth. I timed that with
an upward thrust of my cock into her. She moaned into my mouth. We
broke the kiss and she leaned over to whisper in my ear. "Look at your
wife, Eric. Cynthia's fucking my husband! And she's loving it. I
can't believe she's doing it!"
"I can't believe I'm doing it. Or we're doing it!" I said. We had
stopped fucking, but I was still inside Chris and she slowly gyrated her
hips around me.
"Why? Just because we're both married to different people? You wanted
me in high school, didn't you?" She confronted me.
"Well, yeah. I thought you were cute, and the way you talked about sex
I found your confidence irresistible. I was happy just to be your
friend." I answered.
"I would have done it, you know. I would have screwed you if you'd
asked. Any of us - Liz, Kim, me. We all thought you were a great guy,
and cute. But you had no confidence, and that's why you didn't get it
then. Ironically, though, you got better as you and Cynthia dated. But
she was our friend, so of course nobody would try anything. Besides, we
were high school girls, and we wanted to date older guys who were much
less stable." She paused. "I'll tell you a secret, now that you're
fucking me anyway. Remember that day we went to breakfast at your
house, and I burned myself? After Liz left and it was just you and me
in the house, skipping school, I went upstairs to your bedroom. I took
off all my clothes and waited for you to come up. I was ready to screw
you right then."
"Oh my God!" I exclaimed. My hands gripped her ass and held her
against me as she told me this. "I thought you were in the bathroom
nursing your hand! That's why I never came up."
"Well, after a few minutes I chickened out anyway. It's better the way
things worked out. Now enough stalling!" she sat up and began to
slowly rise up the length of my cock. She leaned against her arms and
pushed up from my chest as she rose, leaning back. As she lowered
herself back on to me she slid forward and exhaled. I tried to match
her movements by thrusting as she reached bottom. She began to bob up
and down with increasing frequency. Her hand lifted to her breasts and
she rubbed them, pinching her nipples as she did so. I pressed my thumb
against her clit and circled around it.
"How did you know to do that? Oh, God, Eric. Your cock is just right.
Big enough and hard enough. Unnngh!" she grunted as she came down
hard. She was beginning to bounce regularly. "yeah. Fuck me, Eric.
Fuck me hard. Give me that cock! Oooh, yeah!"
I could now see my wife and Jim clearly. Jim was still fucking Cynthia
from behind. He was leaning over her and squeezing her breasts as his
hips slowly rocked back and forth. He took Cynthia's right hand and
maneuvered it back to her crotch. Her eyes were still closed, but her
head began to roll. His hand returned to Cynthia's back, but hers
stayed put. Jim leaned into her ear and began to speak, but loud enough
that I could hear him.
"That's it, Cynthia. You're getting yourself off now. I'm going to
keep fucking you, but I want you to make yourself come. I know you've
done it before. You know how it feels. Rub that clit while my cock
pumps in and out of your luscious pussy, Cynthia. Yeah.You like the
feel of my cock, don't you? That long, hard cock way up inside you,
pushing and pulling at your insides, rubbing your pussy all the way in.
Yeah. Tell me you like it." Jim ordered.
"It's so good, Jim. I love your cock. Keep fucking me, Jim. It's so
good." My wife panted. I stiffened even more as I listened to her.
Chris still rode me, but I had taken control and was lifting her up and
setting her down on my cock.
Jim continued. "Open your eyes, Cynthia. See your husband fucking my
wife? See the way she's arching her back? She'll come soon. She'll
come on your husband's cock, just like you'll come on mine. Won't you?"
"Hunnnh." She groaned as she thrust her hips against him.
"Yeah, you'll come, Cynthia. You're a nasty girl. You're fucking your
friend's husband right in front of her. Don't you feel slutty? My cock
is pumping you from behind and you're playing with yourself right in
front of your husband and my wife." Jim began to thrust harder into
Cynthia. I could hear the smack of his flesh against hers as he pounded
into her. Cynthia began to breathe shallow and short. I knew she would
come soon. She began to moan as Jim pounded her. Suddenly she cried
out.
"Oh, fuck! Oh God! Jim! Do it! Fuck me! Oh God, Eric, I'm coming!"
She pushed her ass back against Jim who rammed himself into her as hard
and as deep as he could. She grunted. This started a chain reaction.
First Jim threw his head back and grunted as he began to shoot his load
into my wife. He cried out to Chris as he did it. Then Chris pushed my
hands from her sides and took over control for herself.
"Fuck me, Eric. Keep it going. I'm almost there, baby. Al-most-fucking-
there!" She bounced up and down on me like a kid on a trampoline. I
tried to help her.
"Jim just came in Cynthia, Chris. Your husband just got my wife off and
came in her pussy, Chris. Are you ready to come now? Let's do it,
Chris. Come for me. I'm ready whenever you are." I stroked her breasts.
"Yeah, Eric. I'm ready now. Come inside me, baby." She moaned and
arched her back. I cradled her ass in my hands and lifted her as I
thrust inside her. I could feel her muscles grip my cock as she came
and I exploded inside her. I must have pumped a quart of come into
her. She shouted as she orgasmed, then leaned back. After a few
minutes of mutual calming and soft coupling, Chris leaned forward. I
kissed her, and Jim and Cynthia began clapping.
"Way to go honey!" Cynthia said. "Chris really got off. I assume you
did too?"
"I think so. You weren't too prudish yourself over there. You two got
me harder than I thought possible." Chris rolled off of me and beckoned
for Jim to come over to her on the pillows. Cynthia followed him over.
There was enough room for all four of us. Cynthia and I hugged and
kissed. I loved her, and watching her with Jim rekindled something in
me that I think had been lost in our marriage. I felt very close to her
right then. Chris and Jim were reacquainting themselves also.
"So Cynthia's a pretty good fuck, huh?" She asked Jim as she ran her
finger along his chin. "Don't get any ideas, buddy. You're mine." We
all laughed. Cynthia lay across my chest and Jim spooned Chris next to
me. My glistening cock began to dry out and flopped over. I didn't
think it would work again for a while. But I was wrong.
A few minutes later Jim got up to fetch some water from the kitchen.
Chris opened her eyes and looked over at Cynthia, who was drawing lazy
circles on my chest with her index finger. Chris scooted over close to
us and mentioned that she was still "inspired" by the evening's
activities. I asked her what she was getting at, and she showed me by
leaning over and kissing Cynthia. My cock looked up, interested.
Cynthia stretched out and leaned up to meet Chris' mouth. They broke
the kiss long enough for Chris to crawl over me and push Cynthia down on
her back. Chris straddled Cynthia's left thigh and Cynthia's hands
grasped Chris' buttocks and began to knead them. Chris ground her hips
into Cynthia's thigh as they kept up their kissing. Chris' hands were
all over Cynthia's breasts. I stared in amazement while my wife kissed
another woman.
"Umm.ladies?" I asked. "What is this?"
Cynthia surprised me by saying "You know how much I like to kiss, hon.
And Chris is a very good kisser!"
Chris slid down Cynthia's chest and licked her breasts, nibbling at the
nipples the way I had told Jim to. Chris' left hand had trickled down
to my wife's pussy and began to stroke her gently. My wife lay her head
back, closed her eyes, and purred. "Oh, Chris. Oh." Chris slid down
further and was soon going down on my wife. I was happy as a clam.
This is the kind of thing every guy wants to see, right? It got
better. Soon Chris turned herself around and straddled Cynthia's face.
"I'm getting a little lonely down here, girlfriend. How about returning
the favor?" Chris prompted as she resumed eating Cynthia. Cynthia
tossed her hair out of her eyes with her hand and cooed "Gladly!" She
licked her lips and raised her face to Chris' pussy. I watched intently
as my wife and her friend sixty-nined. I watched my wife lick Chris
with gusto. She ran her tongue all around in circles, then pushed it up
inside Chris' cleft, licking her from bottom to top. She penetrated
Chris as far as she could then wagged her tongue back and forth. Every
now and then Cynthia's nose poked Chris in the ass. Soon Cynthia ran
her tongue to Chris' anus, and licked up and down across it. Chris
groaned and shivered. Then I watched my wife rim another woman. My
cock was a yard long and as thick as a bat, it seemed. But I didn't
want to disturb them. The two women seemed very into each other, and
were working tongues and fingers in and out of each other in various
places at a deliberate pace. It seemed like they could do this for
hours. I hoped not-I would die.
Jim came back and sat down next to me with the water glasses. I had a
quick sip then flopped on my back next to the girls. He observed that
they probably didn't need the water and set the glasses down. We both
watched them for a few minutes. I noticed Jim's dick swelling and
rising. Soon I figured we would be interrupting our wives. I was wrong
again.
Jim leaned over me and said, "Hey - no point in us missing out." He
reached over me, leaned down, and sucked my cock into his mouth. I
looked around with wide eyes, surprised to say the least. He was very
good, I admitted to my panicking self. His head bobbed up and down my
shaft while he played with my balls. I was really getting into it, when
Jim shifted positions and twisted his body around. I turned my head and
saw his cock staring me in the face! It was just a few inches away, and
the pillow pile pushed his hips toward me. Suddenly it was in my mouth.
I was surprised by its heat and smoothness. I assumed a cock would feel
rough and firm in my mouth, but his was silky and soft, like foam. He
tasted of sweat and my wife, but I could also taste and smell something
that must have been him. I suddenly realized I had a cock in my mouth.
What was I supposed to do? It was my fantasy, but I hadn't been able to
plan! I did what I wanted every woman to do. I licked it, sucked it,
swirled my tongue around it, did my best to keep my teeth away from it.
I was so overloaded with stimuli, between Jim sucking me and me sucking
him that I completely lost it and shot my load into Jim's mouth. He
milked me dry and kept licking me, even after I was done. His hips
jerked and the next thing I know I was madly swallowing to keep up with
the semen he was shooting down my throat. I gagged a bit and some
leaked out of my mouth, but I swallowed it all and then licked myself
clean. It was certainly different from when Cynthia fed me my come, and
I was too surprised to properly evaluate the experience. I took a long
drink of water and looked back at Chris and Cynthia. Chris had come and
was working on my wife. Cynthia smiled at me, then leaned over and
kissed me as she came. I fell asleep shortly after watching my wife
come on Chris' tongue. I have no idea what everyone else did.
Apparently we had all fallen asleep right there, in a big clump. The
next day I awoke to the sun streaming through the curtains in the
bedroom. I don't remember going back to bed, but Cynthia told me I
had. We soon got to talking about last night.
"You jumped right in, didn't you?" Cynthia asked. "I mean, five minutes
without attention and you've got a dick in your mouth!"
"Hey. I don't think I need to remind you who started all this. What am
I supposed to do when you're sixty-nining Chris? Which, by the way, was
very hot and very unexpected." I added.
"Well, I was a bit surprised too. But by last night I was used to it,
so it wasn't difficult."
"What do you mean, 'by last night'?" I asked.
"I don't know how it happened. We were going to lie out in the back and
get some sun, and I realized I had forgotten my suit. One minute Chris
was letting me try on suits of hers to borrow, and the next minute she's
between my legs. We spent pretty much the whole time you guys were out
in bed." She paused to push her long, black hair behind her left ear.
"So by last night, I was hip to the whole plan. You didn't tell me
about what you heard before I came out to the kitchen last night."
"I never thought you would go for it. Maybe the switching, but probably
not the bi part. I mean, I know you've talked about bi urges before,
but I didn't think you'd actually want to go for it." I reasoned.
"I'm not sure I would have gone for it, either. But Chris convinced
me." She laughed. "Oh, she convinced me. No offense, honey, but I've
never been eaten like that before."
"None taken. I would hope there would be a reason to walk on the other
side, or else you wouldn't bother. I was surprised to see you go as far
as you did with her." I traced circles around her nipple with my
finger.
"I'm not sure I've gone as far as I am going to, yet. Chris made me
promise to try some different things with her before we leave, and I'm
intrigued."
"Like what?" I probed.
"She said I'm going to be her bitch. She's got this strap-on she wants
to use on me so she can fuck me like a man. I'm surprised at how
quickly I've turned around. I'm warming up just thinking about it."
She reached between my legs and cupped my balls, rubbing them gently.
"And what about that sub thing with Jim, honey? You doing all those
things. I wish I had a video tape." I began massaging her breasts
softly.
"There's something about his voice. I wanted to do whatever he told me
to. It felt safe, too. I knew he wouldn't make me do anything I didn't
want to. Although if he had told me to screw the dog I probably would
have asked him what position."
"Ewwww." I interrupted.
"I wouldn't have done it, you perv. But I felt like he had so much
power over me. So much control. I liked that feeling, being
submissive. We need to try that sometime. You could make me do all
kinds of nasty things. I could be your little slut." She reached up
and ran her hand along my cock, which was steadily hardening. "Now
let's talk about your exploits, mister. You liked doing Chris, didn't
you? Was it better with me watching?"
"Certainly better than if we had been in a motel room somewhere and I
was worried about you watching." I joked. "Yes, I did like it." I
continued. "I'd have to be dead not to appreciate her. But not better,
honey, just different. A change of pace." I kissed her cheek.
"She had better not be better. I know you, or at least I thought I
did. Now I had an excuse, having been seduced by Chris earlier. What
was up with you and Jim?" She looked me in the eyes.
"He started it. I was watching and hoping I wouldn't have to break the
two of you up-"
"It's a good thing you didn't. We'd both have bitten you and then
locked you out of the bedroom for the rest of the weekend."
"-anyway, and suddenly he was blowing me. I was completely floored. I
guess I should have expected it, having heard their plans from the night
before. I guess I forgot about it after all the other activities. Then
suddenly I was doing it too. His dick just kind of poked me in the
mouth and I opened up, almost out of reflex. At least that's what I
thought at the time. It was an out-of-body experience. Now I realize I
was willful and complicit in the cock-sucking."
Cynthia rolled over on me and straddled my hips. She rubbed my hard
cock across her labia, then leaned back and directed me into her. "Oh,
Cyn." I said. "I don't know if I have it in me."
"You don't. I have it in me." She said and began rocking back and
forth. "I'm getting quite hot talking about this. Please continue."
"Well," I grunted as I pushed myself up into her, "I was pretty
overwhelmed by the whole thing, but I wanted to suck his cock right
then. I was aware of what he was doing to me, so I tried to do the same
thing to him. Then I thought about what you do to me, and what I like
having done to me-"
"Those had better not be two different things." She said with a smile,
looking down at me.
"No. Anyway, I did them. He apparently enjoyed it." I saw one of the
most beautiful sights when I looked up. My lovely wife's face, framed
by her black hair, completely at peace. Her eyes were closed and her
lips formed a relaxed smile. She seemed to have no worries as she
rolled her hips back and forth against me. I grasped her hips and
watched the sunlight paint golden strokes across her body as she leaned
in and out of the beam from the curtains. She broke my concentration at
this point.
"Oh, Eric." She moaned. "Did you like it? His cock in your mouth?
How did he taste?"
"I tasted you, dear. He was a mixture of the two of you. He was hot
and hard as I sucked him, Cyn. You sucked him, too. Imagine how he
felt in your mouth. It must have been the same for you." I was playing
to her now, although telling her about it got me hotter as well. My
hands slid up her sides to her breasts. I squeezed them and rubbed her
nipples between my thumbs and forefingers.
"Yes. Keep going, honey. Fuck me and tell me about it. You're getting
me so hot." Her voice dropped an octave, nearly a growl now as she rode
me. I had to stretch out the narrative.
"Soon he was pumping his cock between my lips. I nearly gagged as he
forced himself down my throat. Luckily he's not very long, or I might
have choked. Then I could feel him swelling and his pumping became
erratic. Then he pushed into my mouth one more time and I felt his come
spurting into my throat. I swallowed it all, babe."
"Oh, God, baby. That's so incredible. I want to watch you suck his
cock, honey. Will you do that for me? Suck Jim's cock while I watch?"
she begged me.
"Oh, yes." I groaned.
"And will you let him fuck you, Eric? Will you let him fuck your ass?
I want to watch you being fucked, Eric. I want to watch Jim fuck your
ass, baby. Will you do that?" She plunged herself against my cock with
abandon as I told her what she wanted to hear and I wanted to say.
"Yes, Cyn. I'll let Jim fuck my ass while you watch. You can watch
your husband take a cock in his virgin ass." At the thought of me on my
back, my legs in the air, and Jim's thick cock pumping in and out of my
ass, his balls slapping against me, I launched a torrent of semen into
Cynthia. She ground against me three more times and then groaned as she
came, her back arching and her breasts stretching across her frame as
she leaned away from me. We held each other and kissed for a while,
then decided that we had better get out of bed and face our hosts. We
showered together and dressed, then stepped around the hallway corner
into the living room just as Jim finished fucking Chris from behind.
She shouted and collapsed against the couch as Cynthia and I ducked back
into our bedroom. We'd wait for a little while.
After everyone had finished their morning business, the four of us went
to a football game played at our local college. We were running a bit
late, so there wasn't much conversation, let alone about last night.
The game was great; our team won 56-14, and we returned home to cook
some dinner. The four of us grabbed beers and sat outside on the porch
while Jim cooked. After dinner, we sat on the porch to watch the sun
set. Cynthia and I would have to leave the next morning, since we faced
a seven hour drive and I had classes to prepare for. Last night was the
800-pound gorilla in the room for me, but nobody else seemed
uncomfortable. We still didn't talk about it, but maybe I was the only
one who felt the need to. We went inside after the mosquitoes got thick
and Chris suggested a movie. She and Cynthia sat next to each other,
and Jim and I sat on the floor at opposite ends of the couch. We saw
that Zorro movie with Antonio Banderas. Forgettable, but entertaining.
After the movie, Chris asked Cynthia to come to the bedroom so she could
show her some paper and paint samples that she and Jim were considering
using in the guest room. Jim and I sat quietly. Finally, Jim spoke up.
"Eric, you know, I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable last night. It
seems like you're bothered by it. If you're offended or not cool with
the situation, then I apologize and it won't come up again. Let me
clarify a few things, though. I'm not gay, and neither are you, I would
assume. The way you fucked my wife last night, I would hope you
weren't. She was very happy with your work, you know." I actually
blushed. "I just believe that sex should always be fun, and never this
big serious hang-up infested knot that most people get screwed up
around. I kind of fell into it after college, when one of my friends
invited me to join him in threesome with his girlfriend. Who would
turn that down, right? Well, halfway through, she insisted that we do
each other. Turns out they were both setting me up-he wanted to do it
anyway. I enjoyed it and it never made me feel I had compromised
anything. And I think you'll agree that there are a lot of guys missing
out on a lot of fun because of their hang-ups. Look at it another way:
are you worried about Cynthia dropping you for biker chicks? The little
show last night was pretty damn hot, I think, but I don't worry about
Chris leaving me for a woman. In fact, I hope that if she finds any
women, she'll bring them home to share! In fact, I'm sure that the
paint and fabric show ended some time ago, and by now our wives are
into, how shall we say, tongue-in-groove work?" he chuckled.
"Jim, thanks for being understanding. I am still a little
uncomfortable, but it's just taking some getting used to. This isn't
the kind of thing that you normally talk about with friends, so I'm a
bit shy. I don't regret last night at all. I was kind of hoping for
that type of experience some time but didn't know how it would occur.
The circumstances were pretty good, though, last night. I don't feel
guilty, and I'm not cheating on Cynthia."
"Yeah, I understand." He said, and slid over toward me. "Our wives are
clearly enjoying themselves. Why don't we? Lean back and let me show
you something." He tugged at my zipper and I slid back out of my
shorts. My cock was in his mouth in seconds. He worked his mouth up
and down and jerked my cock gently as he sucked it. He stopped to lick
my balls and take them in his mouth one by one. Then he pushed me back
and plunged his head down on my cock, all the way to the base. His
tongue roughly caressed the base of my cock and lapped at my balls. I
could hear him breathing through his nose, snorting as he sucked the
head of my cock with his throat. I had never felt anything like this
before. I lay there stunned. Then suddenly the warmth was taken away
and the cool of the air conditioning made my cock jump. Jim had pulled
away and moved himself behind me knees. With his right arm he pushed my
knees back on to my chest and took my balls in his mouth again. The
warmth of his breath on my rapidly cooling cock made goose bumps stand
out on my arms. Then his mouth opened and his tongue took over, rubbing
against my balls. It slowly inched its way along my perineum toward my
ass. Jim began rimming me slowly. He dragged his rough tongue across
my anus up and down, and circled it, morphing his tongue from flat to
pointed as he covered my ass. The circle became tighter and tighter
until the hot point of his tongue pressed against the tight bunch of my
anus. He penetrated me and began to rotate his tongue around, opening
and closing it as he did so. My cock was rock hard and I felt an
uncontrollable urge to jerk myself off. My head was spinning as Jim
licked my ass. I felt so close to that fantasy. I knew-I hoped-that
soon he would work his thick cock into my ass and fuck me. His hot
breath on my ass brought me back to reality. He pulled away from me,
and as he did I looked up to see Chris and Cynthia standing by the
couch. They were both naked, and Cynthia was flushed, her hair in
disarray. Chris wore a harness around her waist, attached to which was
an eight-inch long, curved, vein-covered rubber dildo. She looked like
some perverse Greek statue. They both sat down, Chris' dick pointing
into the air, and she put her hand on Cynthia's thigh.
"Don't let us interrupt, boys. We're glad we didn't miss the show!"
She encouraged. Cynthia's eyes were wide as she watched Jim lower my
legs and raise himself up on his knees. He crawled up toward my face
and presented his cock to me as our wives watched. I took it in my
right hand and licked it from his balls to the crest. I lapped at the
head like it was Ben and Jerry's. At this point my needle had swung
over more to the homo side than the hetero, and I found myself wishing a
Ben and a Jerry were there-one in my ass, two in my mouth. I lustily
devoted my attention to Jim's member, however. His scent was not
strong, but obviously masculine. I inhaled and found myself charged. I
ran tongue around his balls, feeling them each individually in my mouth,
then sucking each one gently. I pressed his cock against my face as I
lowered my face to his ass. I sought his anus and rimmed him as he did
me. There. I licked my first male ass. I couldn't see at the time,
but Cynthia told me she and Chris were furiously masturbating while they
watched me. She said she was incredibly aroused watching me do those
things. Chris occasionally interrupted rubbing herself and jerked her
rubber cock. After a few minutes of attention to Jim's not wet ass, I
took him in my mouth. I couldn't swallow him the way he did me, but I
took him deep enough to gag. He pulled back, but I took him back in
hungrily. I sucked him with fervor, bobbing my head up and down along
his cock. He began to fuck my face as he had done last night when I
pushed him away. "Fuck me, Jim." I was surprised to hear the words
from my mouth.
"You want me to fuck you, Eric?" he took his cock in his left hand and
rubbed it around on my face. "You want this cock in your ass?"
I nodded.
"Ask me again." His voice was firm, but I trusted him.
"I want you to fuck my ass, Jim. Please fuck me. Stick your fat cock
up my virgin ass." I pulled my knees back and slid my hips forward.
Chris got up to retrieve a bottle of lube from their bedroom. Jim
continued. "Your wife is watching, Eric. Do you want her to see you
get fucked? Is she going to watch you take your first cock?" He turned
to Cynthia. "Your slut of a husband wants me to fuck him in the ass and
he wants you to watch me do it. Do you want to watch me fuck him?"
"Oh, yes. Fuck his ass, Jim. He wants it bad. He promised me I could
watch." She panted, leaning forward on the couch. Her breasts quivered
as she bent over.
I felt Jim's cold finger penetrate my anus. He smeared lube around my
insides, then slipped in two, then three fingers. He opened and closed
his fingers, stretching me. Then I felt it-the warm, spongy head of his
cock pressing against my puckered anus. "Push back against me, Eric.
It's easier." I did, and I didn't volunteer that I had used my own
fingers a number of times. His cockhead felt impossibly huge inside me,
and he inched it slowly forward. Suddenly I felt a release of muscles
and he slid forward quickly, poking my prostate. I groaned and jerked
my hips back. Jim held on to my waist as I held my knees over my chest.
"I'm in you all the way, Eric. How does it feel?" he whispered.
I could only groan my approval and push my hips back against this
invader. Jim began to pull out slowly. It felt like ten feet of hot
flesh inside me. When he neared removal, he slowly pushed back inside
me. In and out, in and out, slowly picking up speed. My cock stood
painfully erect and slapped against my stomach as Jim pumped himself in
and out of me. Then he was out! I sucked in air as I felt him pull
completely out of me, then I exhaled with a gasp as he drove himself
back in. Cynthia stared as Jim took her husband's virginity. Chris
took her hand and led her down next to me. She poked the plastic cock
toward my lips and I greedily sucked it into my mouth, tasting Cynthia.
She pumped in and out of my mouth for a few strokes and then pulled
away. Cynthia's mouth replaced the fake penis and she kissed me hard.
Her lips went to my ear. "Lick me, you slut. You're going to lick me
while I watch you get fucked."
She straddled my face and I plunged my tongue inside her slick cunt.
Her labia were swollen and puffy but extremely sensitive. She squirmed
as I ate her. I could see Chris from the corner of my eye. She had
removed the plastic dick from its harness and now plunged it in and out
of herself. Cynthia leaned forward and kissed Jim. He managed to lean
forward and bite her right nipple while he pounded my ass. Cynthia
grasped my cock with both hands and jerked furiously. Jim's balls
slapped against my ass cheeks as he pulled my hips toward his throbbing
dick. With a whoop and some expletives, Chris came on my right.
Cynthia ground herself into my face and washed me with her wetness. Her
hands squeezed my cock and a fountain of my come shot into the air, high
enough to land on Cynthia's tits. I didn't feel successive jets, but
one long spurt as I emptied my balls on my belly and my wife's thighs.
Jim came soon after, and I felt the heat of his semen pumping into my
rectum. My ass clenched and pulsed as Jim unloaded in me, and even
after he slid out me, my ass felt full. Jim licked my cock clean and
Chris licked Cynthia's breasts. I kissed all three of them and we fell
into a messy pile on the floor. Later, after a nap, we returned to bed
with our spouses, exhausted and simply overdrawn from our sexual
reserves.
Cynthia and I left the next morning. Chris and Jim promised to come up
and visit us after we moved into our new house. I was already looking
forward to our next weekend together. On the way home that night, in
the dark on the back roads of Georgia, my wife took off her T-shirt and
bra. Her breasts shone in the moonlight. Before she bent over to take
me in her mouth, she mentioned a woman in her office that seemed to
flirt with her a lot.