A gay sex stories: Wide Receivers Pt. 01 When new neighbors move in, I play a little game in my head trying to figure out who’s moving in, who are the friends helping, and who are the hired movers. Normally, I’d offer to help, or at least introduce myself, but this time it was Grand Central Station there. I’d only get in the way, and still had a couple hours of work ahead of me, so I would wait a day or two till the dust settled.
I went out of town that weekend, and the newbies kind of slipped my mind. I work from home, and started a new project when I got back. I often get lost in my work, and that day I looked up at the clock and realized that I hadn’t stepped away from the computer in hours, and the the afternoon heat was kicking in. I took a break to stretch my legs and headed to the convenience store a few blocks away for a cold drink.
As I walked by their house, I made a mental note to bake them a pie or batch of cookies or something. On the other hand, there was a BevMo two blocks past the convenience store, and picking up a bottle of wine or scotch would be easier.
There was a black man sitting on the porch swing, reading the paper. He noticed me, lowered the paper, and gave a casual wave. I smiled and nodded, then quickly saw that he was wearing a Doctor Who shirt, which I couldn’t ignore. The newbies were Whovians, and that was a perfect opening to introduce myself.
I approached, and we started talking, which led to sitting on the swing next to him, downing a couple of beers, and the afternoon just flew by. Marcus was tall and slim, a retired NFL player. He was a runner, not a lineman, so he never needed to lose those extra pounds. He could have played a few more years, but his wife’s brother was an investment banker, and instead of jewelry and cars, they bought a very modest house and invested the rest of that money, wisely. Marcus got out of the game while he still had two good knees and could enjoy retirement without groaning every time he stood up.
Now, they had the funds to live however they wanted, but were used to living frugally, so instead of a mansion, they bought this; a nice house in a good neighborhood, a temperate climate so no winter heat bills, enough bedrooms for family visits and room for home improvements, like turning the basement into a game room.
Soon, Marcus and his wife, Caprice, became not just friends, but really good, close friends. They were terrific people: smart, funny, well-read, loved to play games, and I counted myself lucky that they wanted me around at all. Soon they were calling me over four or five times per week, and although my sex life had almost disappeared, I enjoyed the time with them so much, I hardly thought about a love life at all.
One afternoon we were having a few beers on the porch when a couple of workmen came out the door, got in their truck, and gave a friendly wave as they drove off. With all the little improvements and appliance installations, this wasn’t unusual. A few minutes later, Caprice came out to tell us the good news. Their new hot tub was fully up and running, and we should go break it in.
I said I’d go home and get my suit, but Caprice chuckled a bit, and Marcus explained how, with detergent and colors, cloth is bad for hot tubs. It’s hard to keep the chemistry right in a hot tub. It’s much easier with a bigger body of water, and they had looked into all the work and permits necessary to put in a swimming pool, but we lived less than five minutes from the ocean, so they decided it would be a waste of money, and a hot tub would be much more fun. There was already an 8 ft privacy fence in back, because the last owners had a dog that was a real jumper.
When we got to the back yard, Caprice chirped: “Last one naked brings the beer”, and I stood there stunned as, in seconds, they dropped their clothes and hopped in, so I turned to get us a round. Marcus called out for me to bring the bourbon, too, so I grabbed three plastic shot glasses, too.
Although I knew they were naked, I couldn’t actually see anything beneath the bubbling water, so I was more than a little self-conscious stripping down while they didn’t even pretend not to watch.
Once in, I poured shots, and we toasted to the new hot tub. Marcus turned the jets to their minimum so that we could talk without shouting, and Caprice said that she wanted to play “Truth or Truth”.
“Don’t you mean Truth or Dare?” I countered.
“No,” she said, “The tub is too comfy to get out for a dare, so let’s just have a talk, get to know each other, and maybe share a few secrets. The rules are: one question, one answer, elaborate only if it’s part of the question, or if it’s a really good story. If you just can’t bring yourself to answer, you have to take a penalty shot.”
“But wait,” I said. “You two know everything about each other, so won’t it be you two just firing questions at me?”
“Oh, no. First, we surely don’t know EVERYTHING about each other. We think our own thoughts, have secret fantasizes and such. And the things we do know, there are a lot of good stories worth a second hearing for us, and absolutely worth a first listen for you. I’ll start with a good example. Marcus, why don’t you tell us the story of how a bunch of your teammates ended up on a nude beach?”
“What’s the magic word?” he said with a tease.
“Pretty please?” she answered with a cheesy grin.
Marcus sat up a bit and leaned forward before taking a sip of beer. By his expression and body language, I knew this would be a good one.
He’s a terrific storyteller, and funny as hell. I won’t ruin it by trying to re-tell it, because it was really great. But basically, his team was in Europe for an exhibition game, (or what Europeans call a “friendly”), to support the European League of American football. During a day off, a bunch of them went to what they thought was a nude beach, but wasn’t. Instead of backing down, they spent a couple hours throwing a football and Frisbee while waist-deep in the ocean. The black guys were ok, but all the white guys were waist-up deep red, and fluorescent white from the waist down, like when you dye Easter eggs and dip then half-way.
The stories started like that: silly, embarrassing, surprise nudity, getting caught, etc. No one had to take a penalty shot, but we did do rounds to toast an especially funny or naughty story. She was beginning to ask quite pointed questions, and seemed to be paying very close attention to my answers; what I was actually saying, and things I would only hint at. She pulled no punches with Marcus, either. Of course, she knew his answers, (well, a couple surprised her, which I loved), but while he answered, sometimes sheepishly, she would watch me, gauging my reaction to what he said. Things started getting more personal, dirtier, and questions changed to: “Have you ever, even once…”, “What kind of porn…”, and even “Have you ever masturbated while fantasizing about…”. That last question got REALLY dirty.
Talking with them, just spending time with them, it was clear to see how much in love they were, and enjoyed playing together. I had no doubt that Marcus would do anything, absolutely Anything if she asked. At least he’d try it a time or two. Hell, if I had a woman like Caprice, I’m not sure how many things I’d say no to.
We moved around, trying each place in that big 8 seater, until finally she sat between us, one hand on his thigh, another on mine. She leaned toward him, kissed him softly, and came back to me and did the same. Then she asked, in a hushed, conspiratorial tone, if I had ever fooled around with a guy. Hesitantly, I admitted that yes, I had, but offered nothing further. I wasn’t sure how much to commit.
“I thought so” she said, holding my gaze captive.
“What about you with other girls?” I challenged.
She said that although she had fantasized for years, she’d only started playing with girls in her Freshman year of college, with her roommate, and relayed in some detail how it began one night when a guy who lived in the same dorm walked them home from a frat party.
They invited him in for one last beer, and they started making out. He ended up fingering her to a powerful orgasm, which delighted her, because she had only ever done that herself. She was no virgin, and a couple guys had made her cum by going down on her, but this guy’s nimble fingers played her like a piano. She rewarded him with the most enthusiastic blowjob she could muster, having completely forgotten that her roommate was even there. But Evie was there in her bed, on the other side of the room, quietly watching and masturbating to her own private sex show.
That began a life-long friendship with Evie. Talking about that night allowed them to open up to one another, which led to admissions, confessions, sharing fantasies and favorite porn sites, sometimes accidentally revealing secret porn, until there was practically nothing that was off-limits.
They talked about sexual techniques and their first sex toys, (a hairbrush and a rocket-shaped bottle of roll-on deodorant, respectively), and more and more secrets were brought to light for the very first time.
Then, during one particularly hot discussion, Evie thrust her hand down inside her yoga pants, and Caprice followed suit. From that night on, mutual masturbation was a naked activity, and an almost nightly affair, joking that they were getting Carpel-Tunnel, because watching one another was such a turn-on.
They were fascinated with each others’ breasts; Evie’s tiny titties were like Caprice had never seen: with pretty pink nipples that turned darker and puffy when she got excited. Everyone thinks that big tits and deep cleavage steal the show, but Evie had no need for a bra, and Caprice knew full well that those pokies were show-stoppers.
Meanwhile, when Evie’s fingers were running those little circles on her downstairs, she was frozen, hypnotized with Caprice’s Hershey-coloured globes, with those deep, dark areola and nipples that got so hard they reminded Evie of pencil erasers. They began playing with, and sucking each others’ breasts while they masturbated, which led to long make-out sessions, heavy petting like the teenagers they were, while still never daring to explore below the waist.
Then, one night Evie said that she couldn’t take it anymore, she wanted to touch, to play with Caprice’s pussy, to feel another woman’s clit grow hard under her fingers. It turns out, they both had wanted more, but felt there was some unwritten rule from the other. Well, the floodgates opened, and the only limits became their own imaginations and desires.
Guys assume that women automatically know how to make another woman cum, but every woman is different, every pussy is sensitive in different ways, different places, different amounts of pressure and suction on the lips, the clit, and one finger, two, three, more? to reach in and tease, stroke, or even aggressively kneed the G-spot. They had plenty of time, and spent many, many hours finding exactly how to coordinate fingers and tongue to best please each other.
Once they learned the term LUG, (Lesbian Until Graduation), they realized this fit them perfectly, so they made a pact to concentrate on grades and not complicate their lives with the drama and turmoil of men. The closest they came was watching men in porn, a lot of porn, but they stayed true to their education, and never touched another guy until after they graduated. They both knew that they’d marry men, but for college years, they only needed each other to scratch any itch that arose.
The wildest, dirtiest times, though, were when they would bring in a third girl. Once they were open to that possibility, it wasn’t hard to find playmates. They seduced one of the law librarians, together, in the library, between the stacks, after hours. And, for almost two full semesters, they were even regularly fucking Evie’s brother’s girlfriend, who was a year ahead of them, until she graduated and moved away, breaking it off with all three of them. He still doesn’t know.
While she was telling the story, she slowly caressed me, and the back of her hand casually came into contact with my now raging erection on the way up and down my thigh, and I had no doubt Marcus was getting even more attention.
“What about you, my love? Tell us a story,” she said, leaning to tenderly kiss him.
“Well, you know my story. You were there.”
“Yes, but I’d like to hear you tell it.”
“I’d like to hear it, too,” I chimed in, which seemed to please Caprice, and she rewarded me by suddenly grabbing me by the shaft, and gave it a surprisingly hard squeeze, which would have hurt, but it had already transformed into an iron bar. She must have approved, because she kissed me, then ended the kiss with a surprisingly intimate lick across my lips, returned her hand to my thigh, and looked at him expectantly, as though awaiting her bedtime story. I was hoping he had his own confessions, so it would be easier for me to open up and detail my own “secret origin” story.
He began by admitting to the occasional guy-on-guy masturbation fantasy, like every man, (whether he admits it or not), though he never acted on it until he married Caprice. The closest he had come was jacking off in college with his roommate, and later again in the NFL while sharing hotel rooms on the road. Sometimes, the other guy would ask if he minded watching some porn together, which was always straight, lesbian, or maybe a MFF 3-way. They always pretended that they weren’t watching each other, and nothing was EVER said about it, before, during, or after.
Except for one guy, in Marcus’ last year. He was asked to take this rookie under his wing, knowing this was his replacement, with even better speed and college stats than his own. All year, be it training camp, away games, or anytime a hotel was involved, they bunked together, and became good friends. He was never shy about watching porn, and after the first night, never even asked. His laptop had the biggest screen Marcus had ever seen, and although he often started with straight or lesbian porn, it always ended with MFM 3-ways.
It was never Bi porn, the guys didn’t touch each other, just tag teaming, spit roasting, or DPing the woman. But the kid always talked through it, imagining that he and Marcus were the ones fucking her instead of the guys on the screen. Neither he nor Marcus were world-record big, but he wasn’t shy about commenting on the cocks on the screen or in the room, in a playful way.
“If she can take that up her ass, I wonder if she could take yours,” or, “She’d never get both our cocks in her mouth like she did those two,” and things like that.
Caprice was, and is still, convinced that he was trying to find an “in” to see if Marcus had any interest in exploring a little. Or maybe a lot. As tempted as he sometimes was, Marcus never dared make a move. In the jock world, he’d seen a lot of guys pay a heavy price for even being suspect, so just jacking off with another guy, slyly watching each other, had to be enough to satisfy any fantasies, at least as long as there could be any repercussions to his career or financial security.
When he was alone, and his libido drifted to guy/guy desires, he would always turn to Bi MMF 3-way porn. When he was really horny, and only hot guy-on-guy action would satisfy, a woman had to be involved. The woman, the feminine sexuality, was an integral part of his fantasy. His erection, even when he was lusting for a cock, was even harder when she would take charge: guiding, encouraging the action. Not “forcing” the guys, just using her feminine wiles to encourage cooperation, exploration, fulfilling both their fantasies with experimentation, giving in to oral ministration. It pissed him off how often the woman was “forcing” the guy, physically abusing, verbally humiliating him, instead of just asking, bargaining, enticing. For many years, bi porn meant cruelty, not cooperation, so Marcus learned to watch most Bi porn with the sound off.
He alone knew that his cock only got to it’s absolute biggest, almost painfully hard, while watching porn where a woman gently nudged, inspired and motivated until she got her man to admit what he wanted, and to believe that she, too wanted, for him to actually suck a real, live cock. It was his very own secret that, perhaps only once, bucket-list style, that he really, truly wanted to feel another man’s hard cock in his mouth.
Women may watch gay and bi porn, but in real life, finding women who would convince and encourage her man that she wanted him to try it for her enjoyment, were Extremely few and far between. Until Caprice. Unlike the few women he had ever dared to tell this fantasy to, with her, it really was ok, with no judgment or shame from her at all. And yes, it really did turn her on.
In those Bi porn movies, Marcus was right there, wishing he were the one on his knees, mouth filled with another man’s erection, a loving wife watching, running her fingers through his hair. Never once while jacking off, or licking the cum from his palm, so horny he stayed hard through at least two, sometimes three orgasms, never did he dare to think he would actually be lucky enough to have one of those dirty angels from the hottest porn scenes, until Caprice came into his life, and he was forever grateful. Caprice was, quite literally, his dream come to life, and with a smoking hot bod straight out of a big tits super-hero comic book.
Strictly gay porn never, almost never, was enough to do the trick. Maybe occasionally, if a guy was really, really into giving the blowjob, or, once in a great while, one guy surrounded by a bunch of cocks, sucking off one after another, making each one cum in turn. Caprice made him realize that kind of porn was really his own deep-dark fantasy of being on his knees with his team in the locker room showers.
They were married for his last two years in the NFL, and Caprice has an amazing ability to get people to tell her their secrets, (she missed her calling as a spy). Marcus told her everything, even his deepest-darkest, but since he was still playing ball, surrounded by “jockness”, they kept their naughty playtime a secret between him, her, internet porn sites, and packages delivered in a discreet brown wrapper.
Eventually, they had to find a small trunk for all their toys. Some things, they discovered, were better as fantasies than reality, so certain toys were only tried once, while others they enjoyed so much, they got their own pet names.
After he retired and no longer feared for his reputation or career, they grew bolder, and had a few MFF 3-somes, (with Evie), which, let’s face it, is nearly every man’s fantasy. Then, after convincing him that she did want it, and it would, indeed, turn her on, and no, she wouldn’t think any less of him, joking how he “owed” her for all the times he watched her lick pussy, he finally agreed to try it with another man once, as a birthday present for her. He didn’t even have to touch the other guy if he couldn’t go through with it. However, he did agree that the other guy and Caprice could suck Marcus together, even if it went no further.
It started off like the porn he and the rookie would watch. Caprice was on all fours, Marcus fucking her from behind, while she was sucking and old friend of hers, James, frequently turning her head to lick the shaft and give Marcus a great show. She took charge, changing position. She lay on her back, Marcus began fucking her on top, with her head turned to suck James. He loved watching her, watching that cock fuck her mouth, mesmerized, not realizing that her free hand was on his shoulder, slowly pulling him down, closer, closer to her lips wrapped around another man’s cock.
Then she turned to face him, the cock exiting her mouth with a little audible “pop”. She pulled him down to her, kissing him hard, tongues playing, dueling. She pulled James’ cock into position, between their mouths, and their tongues began working furiously, as though licking an ice cream cone, fighting to get it out of the way and touch each other again. The sensation must have been intense, as they both felt this cock get unbelievably harder.
She lifted it so that it entered Marcus’ mouth, and he found the texture of the head to be astounding, so completely different than the fingertips. The excitement, the realization of finally having an actual cock filling his mouth, living out his hidden fantasy, was almost overwhelming. When he felt it squirt over his tongue, with no real flavor, just a slight salty taste, he was overcome with lust, like a sexual light bulb turning on, and was concentrating so deeply on the mutual pleasure he felt by giving pleasure, it actually took him by surprise when he began to spasm, linking his own orgasm to the one happening in his mouth.
After that, they began having 3-ways, with men and women, at least every couple of months. Evie’s husband was also… flexible, (but so far, only with Marcus), and they live on the East coast, so it’s difficult to see them as often as they’d like, but the four of them all get together at least once per year, usually for vacation, and wherever they are, the four of them go “Mardi Gras” wild.
They began to tire of a revolving door of partners, so now they’re just hoping, looking for someone, maybe a couple, that could be more… Permanent. They looked at me, and then each other. A much more serious conversation was in the offing, because I suddenly realized that this wasn’t just sex, it was an audition.
He admitted that, since learning how much he enjoyed actually playing both sides of the fence with Caprice, seeing how much it turns her on, his fantasies are more frequent and more intense now, especially about his past. Caprice is convinced that he had, indeed, missed a lot of opportunities. For instance, she’s certain that his college roommate’s girlfriend wasn’t really joking when she’d bring up 3-somes, and from the way she would say it, her jokes about some guy/guy action weren’t really jokes, either, but Marcus was too naive at the time to see it.
They “pillow talk” their fantasies a lot, use them as foreplay. They talk bout all the naked guys he has seen in all the locker rooms over the years, teammates he would like to have blown as a reward for a game well played, strangers in gyms during the off season, guys jacking off in the gym showers, that he just looked away quickly, but wishing now that he would’ve watched, openly stared, jacked off together, or maybe each other. Now, every time he goes to a gym, he finds himself wishing some guy that he saw sweating his way through reps would put on a show for him in the locker room, slowly stroking as the water runs over his skin, a small waterfall dropping from the head of that rock hard cock.
“But that’s enough from me. I think it’s time you told us a story,” he told me. “We both like you a lot, so don’t be embarrassed or shy.”
“We’d really love to know,” she added.
It’s easy for me to write; it’s what I do for a living. The anonymity of Literotica and places I’ve posted in the past allow me to be so free and open, but face-to-face, going that deep into my sexuality in person has been difficult for me, because, like Marcus, I’ve not only seen, but experienced a lot of judgment, rejection, and criticism. However, after their stories; so open, honest, and highly erotic, not only was I willing and able, I really wanted to tell them about me, and I hoped it would turn them on as much as they had gotten to me.
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I’m sorry to do this to you, dear reader, but I’ve already put my story forward for you and posted it here. I told them my tale of the 24 Hour Gym, and, if you’ve not read it yet, I encourage you to do so for continuity’s sake, then meet me back here for the rest of this chapter of my life.
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Soon after my middle of the night sexual awakening, I started dating Jamie, a real adventurous girl. When talking fantasies, she said that she loved gay porn. I told her about the gym, and how much I had enjoyed sucking a cock. She said that she’d introduce me to her gay best friend, and asked if we liked each other, if I would consider sucking him for her. Just once. I said that I’d be happy to, and she could even take pictures. I really hoped we were going to get along.
Imagine how astonished I was when her gay friend turned out to be her brother. He and I knew each other, played on a dart league together a few years back, and got along well, but I had no idea that he was gay. Since there was no touching between them, neither had a problem with the arrangement of me blowing him while she watched. It went so well that it became a regular thing, at least once per week, us trading blowjobs while she masturbated to her own private blow-show, sometimes directing the action so that she could get a better angle for pics.
He was an absolute expert cock sucker who could make me last as long, or blow as quickly as he liked. Although I really did enjoy my first time with two strangers in the gym, this set-up with my girlfriend’s brother, with her as a very vocal audience, was the absolute hottest.
Caprice was listening intently, grinning ear-to-ear, and I could tell she was stroking Marcus under the water. She asked if I had ever sucked a black cock. I told her that I had only been with a few guys, so the opportunity had never come up, but Jamie had talked about it often enough, it became a big fantasy for me, and I didn’t think I’d turn it down.
She asked if I wanted to see Marcus’, and I would’ve been a fool to say no. She had him sit on the edge of the tub, stroking and teasing him. He was HARD. I literally couldn’t take my eyes off of it.
Just as her areola was darker than her skin, his cock was likewise several tones darker. The head of my own cock, and all the others I’d seen up close, being white men, our cock heads were degrees of purple. His was a light red, far from pink, but any lips wearing that colour would be irresistible to kiss. It may sound strange to say, but it really was a beautiful cock.
She leaned over to lick a drop of pre-cum and kiss the tip, then turned and asked if I wanted to play, too. I just smiled and nodded. With one hand holding his cock, she leaned over and kissed me deeply, passionately, our tongues dancing with desire. Then she got up on her knees, those incredible tits now fully exposed, and with a hand on the back of my neck, she pulled me in, offering her nipples for my pleasure. Thrusting her chest forward, then twisting left and right, back and forth, so they’d get equal attention, all the while speaking in that soft, husky voice, telling me to suck them harder, use my teeth, nibble, bite them, she then pulled back, leaving me wanting more.
She kissed me again, like no kiss I’d ever had, then just looked at me with absolute lust in her eyes. Turning to Marcus, she glanced at me once more, making sure that I was watching closely, then smiled and slowly began moving her hand up and down his shaft, jacking him slowly, with care that showed how well she knew this cock, it’s potential, and her skill. Leaning in, her mouth opened and took him in while he moaned in gratitude. Holding him steady with one hand, she brought the other up to cradle and caress the scrotum, which, as she began to manipulate it, showed how surprisingly large those egg-shaped balls inside were. Her lips slowly made the journey down, then back up, down and up.
Taking it out of her mouth, she held it at the base, showing it off with pride, as though it were an award or statue. Looking at me to ensure that I, too, beheld it with appropriate awe, she turned and pulled me to her, and kissing me again. She didn’t just kiss me, it was the way she kissed me, as if suddenly I could only think “Oh, THAT’S what it’s supposed to be like.”
She went back to him, and again, very slowly, her head went as far down as she could, then back up, down and up, savoring the taste and pleasure of giving pleasure. Finally, sliding up, all the way off, she kissed the tip of his cock, then looked at me and asked “Want a taste”?
I looked up at him for approval. He had a huge grin, gave me a nod, then spread his legs wide so there was room for both of us between them. As she again lowered her mouth over the head, I went down to the shaft, licking, familiarizing myself with every centimeter. I had never sucked cock with someone before, as a team. Nor had I ever bothered to meander so long painting the shaft with my tongue, so I concentrated on enjoying both experiences. Finally, as I moved up, it became as he described his first experience with her: we were kissing, with his cock in the way, preventing us from full contact. Our lips met around the head, as our tongues playfully fought for territory of the impossibly hard organ with such an erotically soft covering that was between us. Up, down, and around, our lips and tongues playing both sides a flute simultaneously, coating it with saliva and pre-cum.
We had stopped sucking. We were just licking, everywhere, like tongues competing in a game where the only rule was to out-lick the other person, and though there would be an inevitable conclusion, for now, we were all winning. I had never licked a man’s balls before, and she followed me down, each taking one to explore and pamper. She continued while I worked my way back up, and for the first time, took the head fully into my mouth.
I don’t know why, but yes, the fact that it was a black cock, that they were a black couple, made it so much hotter, and I took a moment to appreciate was was happening: the head of a handsome black man’s cock was filling my mouth while his smoking hot wife was helping and encouraging me. This gorgeous woman and I were doing our all to please her husband with only our mouths. Taking him as deep as I possibly could, my jaw, stretching to it’s limit, I knew that this was absolutely the sexiest moment of my entire life.
I don’t even know when it happened. All I know is that one minute two people were giving a double blow job, then, suddenly, she was no longer there. She had backed away and I was sucking him all by myself. Then I felt her tits against my back, pressing in as she kissed my neck, pussy grinding against my ass cheeks, while her lips and tongue teased my earlobes and whispered the sexiest words of encouragement I’d ever heard.
“Yes, baby, suck it, show me what a good cocksucker you are. Suck him, baby, suck it good.”
Suddenly, I was sandwiched between, not just man and wife, but their sounds of lust. He began to moan, even groan, sounds of ecstasy escaping with each breath. Recognizing his approaching climax, she responded with “That’s right, baby, make him cum, take his cum in your mouth. Work your tongue all over. Make him cum, get your reward.” I heard another moan, so deep that it vibrated my lips, and I realized that it was me, joining the chorus, moaning onto his cock, as if it were a microphone which then amplified straight into his deepest pleasure zone.
“Oh yeah, suck it, suck it, take that cum, you know you want it, you know you earned it, do it good,” she continued while he and I moaned and hummed in harmony. I didn’t even realize that his balls were in my hand until they tightened up, preparing to shoot that precious cum. His hips began to move, involuntarily giving slight thrusts into my mouth, much to my delight.
With one last groan, I felt him harden even more, which I had not thought possible, then the urethra swelled on the under side of the shaft as his cum raced up, blasting and filling my mouth with what really did feel like a well earned reward. Marcus roared like he was power lifting, and Caprice giggled and soothed me with a gentle “Yes, baby, yes, take it. Take it all. Swallow it all.” I got my prize, and his whole body trembled as the last of his sweet cum unloaded into my mouth. As her arms loosened their tight grip, she said “Damn, that was sexy, I’m so proud of you.” Although I couldn’t explain why, I was proud as well.
As his cock began to soften in my mouth, she once again took charge. “Marcus, would you close this thing up and put the lid on it? We’re gonna head up to the shower rinse this chlorine off, so meet us up there.”
“Yes, Ma’am,” he said with enthusiasm. She and I cleaned up the empties and other mess, but decided to leave our clothes on the patio chairs and just stay naked after the shower.
We stepped in the shower of the Master Bath, which was huge, and had a shower head at both ends. We each took one, adjusted the controls to a comfortably tepid temp, such a relief from the very hot tub. I was a bit unsure, almost feeling as though the moment had passed, but she embraced me and started kissing me like it was our wedding night. The door opened and Marcus joined us, then moved behind me, once again I was sandwiched between this gorgeous couple. While I made out like a teenager with his wife, he tenderly kissed my shoulders and ran his hands over us. His still semi-hard cock pressed against my crack, and it really was sexy as he moved his hips, rubbing against me like a hot dog trying to pry open a bun.
She switched and began kissing him over my shoulder, then we did a little dance in the shower as they drew closer and I felt myself being pushed away. Or so I thought. Actually, they were rearranging to get us all together for a three-way kiss, another first for me. He then moved down, kissing her and me on the ears, neck, shoulders, nipples, going back and forth between us until he was on his knees and took my cock in his mouth. She continued to kiss me with such passion, never letting our lips part, yet letting one hand drop to lovingly caress her husband’s head.
I still had the taste of his cum in his mouth, sharing it with his wife, which by itself was sexy as hell, but, his skills were amazing. He feasted on my cock. He moaned, as I had done over his, and his tongue danced over me, wanting to taste me completely. He’d vary the pressure and tempo, and although I’ve always thought of deep throat as overrated, he could and would effortlessly, and with great reserve to maximize the feeling, and if his tongue were a paintbrush, it would be the prized possession of Da Vinci himself.
She surely knew his skills, holding me to her, and would not let me go, passionately kissing me with longing and lust. My breath became labored and deep, until I cried out as her husband’s mouth pulled an amazing, convulsive orgasm from deep within me. As I caught my breath, he stood and we shared the cum on his tongue in yet another three-way kiss.
We actually showered then, taking turns with two of us washing the third from head to toe, very thoroughly. They started with me, and didn’t miss a crevice. They kept returning to my ass, running their fingers around like you would while trying to make a wine glass sing. No one had ever played with my ass that thoroughly or for that long. When their turns came, I made sure to return the favor with gusto.
We dried each other off and headed to their bed. Caprice went for another round of beer while Marcus and I lay in bed, searching for internet porn. In their bedroom, they have a huge flat screen connected to a computer, so there’s plenty to see in beautiful HD.
“Now it’s her turn, so let’s play a little game, you and I,” Marcus said. I was envisioning the two of us pounding her, just a long, hard fuck. But he had other ideas. “I’ve always wanted to try this, so when she comes back, no fingers, hands, or cocks. We’ll just lick her, everywhere, and not stop until she’s covered in sweat and can’t catch her breath from the orgasms.”
Wow. That sounded amazing, so we talked about it, working on a more detailed plan, until she came back in and we clammed up like we were guilty of something, which we were.
“All right, you guys, what are you talking about?” she asked.
“Baby, we’re just talking about how smokin’ hot my wife is.” He said with a bright smile. She glared at him accusingly.
“That’s actually the truth,” I said. “It’s not every day that you get to tell a man how much you want to fuck his wife.” She seemed to accept that explanation, and handed us our beers before crawling in bed between us.
“So, it’s your turn, babe. You’re the only one who hasn’t cum yet. You want to get started?” he asked.
“Are you kidding? I came twice in the hot tub, grinding against his ass, then again in the shower, playing with myself while you were busy sucking his dick,” she said with a giggle. “I just need to catch my breath, so let’s drink and watch porn.” With that, she took over the TV, and changed it from what he had on: a massive orgy of arms, legs, lips, tongues, tits, and cocks, and instead turned to a site she subscribed to, and a playlist she compiled herself.
It started with a couple who were sitting on the couch, and she was trying to convince him, really pressure him, into a 3-way with another guy, and sucking his cock with her. After all, how many pussies had she licked for his viewing pleasure? This plot was starting to sound very familiar. Eventually, he caved to her coercion, and reluctantly agreed.
When their doorbell rang, we didn’t have to wait long for the action to start. Marcus and I responded, rating the action with our own erect-o-meters, and soon Caprice couldn’t stop squirming, involuntarily responding to what was clearly a favorite, often watched scene.
Leaning in, Marcus began kissing her shoulder. Catching my eye with a knowing glance, I followed suit on her other side. We worked our way down her arms, back up again, then licked down the sides of her torso, missing the breasts altogether. We ended at the toes and started up again. Finally, we gave those magnificent tits the worship they deserve, and continued south to a pussy so beautiful that it was absolutely worth the tongue battle he and I engaged in for at least two orgasms that I was certain she had.
Then I continued to her firm ass checks that captured the gaze of any eye in the room, regardless of gender. I had eaten ass before, of course, but never had I spent so much time there, paid so much attention, nor had I ever received such obvious gratitude from a body. We traded, switching back and forth, and I have no idea how much time we spent, nor how many times she came.
And she did cum, over and over. We made her squeal, we made her scream. And when we finally stopped, she was little more than a sweat-covered, quivering mass, barely able to move from orgasmic exhaustion. We may not have kissed or licked every inch of her, but it certainly wasn’t for lack of trying. Her arms, heavy as lead, pulled us both to her, and we cuddled, falling asleep together in mere moments.
When we woke, hours later, we ate a light supper, showered, then headed out to the hot tub and started over again.
After that, we kind of fell into a routine. He and I would give each other head while she watched, masturbated, and, frankly, directed the action. Then round 2 was about her. And round 2 got wild. Lots of toys, lots of lube, and lots of oral and penetrative sex. Often at the same time with the same orifice. With 3 people, the combinations are limited only by imagination.
She loves to have her ass and pussy licked at the same time and Marcus and I developed familiar positions for this, rubbing our cocks together as we made her cum.
I didn’t yet realize that they had a plan, much less any idea what the plan might be. But yes, they had a plan, and it was slowly unveiled over the next few months.
Watch for Part 2.