My girlfriend Jane and I had been dating for a year or so. Our sex life
was pretty solid and, even though we didn’t set any records, we were at
it four or five times a week. Jane is pretty straight-laced as far as it
goes. She isn’t afraid to be kinky and likes to be “helpless”
sometimes. She gives masterful blowjobs and always at least tries to
swallow, though there are times when I’ve been given the special treat
of watching it spurt onto her outstretched tongue. The sight of my
beautiful girl waiting, mouth agape, for a load of sticky cum is
downright heavenly.
Me, I’m the kinky half of the duo. I’ve been
watching porn and reading dirty letters since long before I was old
enough to buy them. I can’t tell you how many fantasies I have nurtured
right to the threshold of obsession, the hottest of which being to share
my girl with another man.
Yeah, I’d love to wind up sandwiched
between her and some other woman (who wouldn’t?) but there was always
something about watching her take another guy’s cock that sends blood
straight to my loins. My fantasies would vary. Sometimes, I would share
Jane with a close friend, other times with one of her former lovers.
Often, I would imagine some handsome stranger, met in
Threesome Chat (A threesome dating site) on the web, who would ultimately fuck my beautiful Jane to screaming fits right before my eyes.
I
would watch her take on one man, two men, even three or four men, and
sometimes I would join in and direct the whole show. One of my most
powerful fantasies was to be held or tied down and “forced” to watch my
beautiful Jane take on two hung black men. Something about seeing a
dark, shiny black dick sliding between my Jane’s cute little cheeks
nearly makes me cum in my pants.
We’d discussed these fantasies,
of course, but Jane never seemed really interested in most of them and
was adamantly against others. And so the sad truth remains that the
devil himself would be buying earmuffs long before I ever got to sample
two women at the same time…damn it…and so it was with sharing my beloved
Jane with another man…or so I thought. Like most men, I found some
measure of “safety” in bringing up my fantasies in mid-fuck. Things I
wouldn’t dare utter in the light of day came pouring out of me in the
bedroom.
Most often, Jane would let me talk myself right into
cumming all over both of us and then politely tell me that she wasn’t
interested in sex with anyone else. Occasionally, however, she would
react quite differently. I’m certain I’ve noticed that her breathing
would speed up when I mentioned some well-hung stud stretching her
tight, hairless little pussy, doggy style, while I plunged my cock into
her mouth, and I know she was wet instantly when I told her of my desire
to kneel behind her and caress her beautiful breasts as she swirled her
tongue to catch the last drops of a stranger’s huge load.
All I
wanted in the world was to feel and hear a stifled moan, and to feel
her teeth gently clamp down on my cock while some guy sank his big rod
into her. It soon commanded my thoughts both in and out of the bedroom
and, believe me, it’s terribly inconvenient to have to run to the
bathroom at work and jerk off, just to make your Johnson go away for a
while.
Before long, Jane began to resent my fantasies. She would
just shut down and go instantly cold at the mention of a threesome. More
than once, she asked me if I didn’t love her anymore, or if she didn’t
satisfy me because I wanted so badly to bring someone else into our bed.
Do all women think this way? It took months to bring her to realize
that it was because I loved her that I yearned to see her, to help her,
achieve total overwhelming sexual stimulation. I had done my homework. I
had quizzed other women and with few exceptions, they would tell me
they got wet just thinking about their husbands sharing them with
another guy, so why didn’t Jane? She sure wasn’t any prude.
Well,
it seemed to upset her enough that, for the sake of peace in the
household, I stopped talking about it. Of course, I couldn’t erase my
thoughts, I just kept them from Jane and I fantasized in my own kinky
little world. Until one day….
Steve, a longtime friend of mine,
who lived several hours from us, called to say he was going to be in the
area for a few days, the next month, and asked if I could pick him up
at the airport and drive him to a hotel nearby. Naturally I offered him
the guest room, as Jane and I both have had friends stay for days or
weeks at a time, and neither of us has ever believed in spending $100 a
night if you don’t have to. Being the ever-gracious friend he was, he
asked if Jane would mind him sleeping in our house. I assured him she
would have no problem with it and jokingly added that he should avoid
leaving the seat up not leave the door open while he pees, just in case.
I had expected a laugh. It was when he said, “Maybe I should. Maybe we
can get her horny enough to fuck both of us” that I lost all control.
My
self-imposed promise not to mention threesomes long forgotten, I soon
began subtly mentioning Steve frequently, under the guise of being
excited to see my friend again. Truth be told, I was excited but we guys
don’t have to talk about it like that. What I really wanted was to
gauge her thoughts on Steve. She’d seen his picture and had even
commented on his good looks, but had never met him. I hoped and prayed
they would not hate each other. In the coming weeks, I had talked about
Steve quite a lot and had even gotten Jane to admit that she’d have been
interested in him if they’d met before she met me. BINGO!
Interestingly
enough, that very night Jane was horny. At the time I was afraid to
speculate, so I chalked it up to a timing coincidence. I decided to roll
the dice anyway, though, and tried to find a way to squeeze Steve’s
name in while we were having sex. I waited until we were past the point
of turnoff. Jane loves to be licked and cums harder with my tongue in
her than she ever has with fingers, toys or even a cock. She can be
quite violent, she nearly smothered me once, and is very, very vocal.
This was my chance.
Cleverly, I thought, I waited until she was
near cumming and stopped, climbing quickly up to tease her small clit
with the head of my cock. I grinned playfully and said “We’ll have to be
careful next week, it’d be pretty embarrassing if Steve….”
AAAAUURRRGGGHHH! I’d never in my life seen a woman convulse like that.
In fact, it scared me at first. I thought I’d hurt her somehow. Then I
realized what had just happened. At the mention of my friend’s…I’m
sorry, my handsome friend’s…name, my Jane came harder and faster than
she ever had before. The bed was soaked. I was soaked. She was soaked,
and all I had done was mention his name. Iiinteresting. Jane got very
quiet then. I knew right away she was feeling guilty. If only she knew
how happy I was.
Jane was pretty timid the next day or so,
avoiding my eyes whenever she could. Naturally, I pounced on the
situation without mercy. I told Jane plainly how much it turned me on to
see her cum, and how much I wanted to see her cum like that with
another man’s cock inside her. Then I brought out the big guns. I told
Jane about Steve’s comment on the phone. I thought I had just ended our
relationship. Jane’s jaw dropped and her face reddened instantly. I felt
horrible. I was convinced that I’d just crossed the line and had ruined
both our relationship and any chance of her friendship with Steve in
one swift sentence. My heart skipped a beat, however when Jane said
simply “we’ll see.”
We’ll see? Fuck! That was a good as a “Yes,
make him fuck me right now!” in my book. After better than a year of
fantasizing, about watching my beautiful Jane take another cock, I
finally stood a chance of actually getting my wish. For the next three
days, I jerked off constantly. I jerked off before work, after work,
before bed, in the middle of the night, in the shower, out of the
shower, even in the car. I couldn’t stop thinking about how it would
look and feel to see Jane giving her body to Steve. I finally had to
stop because I was too sore. I’d literally rubbed myself red.
Jane,
however, gave every appearance of having forgotten the conversation
altogether. WTF? Had she been teasing me? Did she change her mind? Was
my greatest dream over before it started?
Finally, the day
arrived. Jane could not take a day off, so I picked Steve up at the
airport by myself. We talked about old times, people we knew, and before
we knew it, Jane. Well, at least Steve wanted it. I told Steve
everything. He was excited to hear that Jane had cum so hard but, like
me, he was disappointed to hear that her mood had changed so abruptly.
Steve and I were like a couple of kids thrown out of a candy store.
Still, we figured, if she could get horny once, maybe we could make her
horny again. We immediately set our minds to trying everything we could
try to convince Jane to fuck both of us, without ruining the rest of the
trip…or my relationship for that matter.
Steve and I stopped at a
drug store and bought condoms and unscented baby oil, which we planned
to use on Jane if we got half a chance. Thankfully we were near the
airport, because we got some very strange looks from the cute blonde at
the register. When we got to the house, Steve put his luggage upstairs
and we settled in to watch some TV before Jane came home from work.
Neither of us felt like cooking, so I had planned to take the two of
them out for dinner. Realizing he was road-ripe, Steve headed for the
shower. A moment or two later, Jane came home from work.
As she
came in the door, Jane asked if Steve had arrived. I gave her a hug and
she kissed me passionately, then held on to me for quite some time,
gently rocking back and forth as if to some un-heard love song. Sore or
not, my Johnson pressed against my zipper. Nothing gets by Jane. She
looked reproachfully at me and said “still thinking about it, Bob?” I
reluctantly admitted that I was, my head sinking unintentionally.
There’s something to be said for unintentional head sinking, evidently.
Jane’s look softened to one of sympathy. Softly, she held my face in her
hands and told me she wasn’t sure she could handle sex with anyone she
didn’t love, but that she had worn special panties (my favorite black
thong) and had shaved just in case. I wasn’t sure how to feel. I told
Jane that Steve was in the shower and that maybe she could take a peek
through the keyhole (we live in an old house and all the doors have
skeleton keyholes in them.)
Jane grinned mischievously and
tiptoed to the bathroom door. Steve was still in the shower, so Jane
would have to wait until he stepped out to see anything. A few minutes
later, I heard the water stop and the shower doors slide open. A moment
later, Jane came running down the hall, one hand over her open mouth.
When she reached me, she looked like she was going to burst. “Did you
know how big he is?” she asked me, still covering her mouth. Steve and I
had been friends for years and had gone to school together. Of course
we’d measured ourselves before, but I’d only seen his cock soft. At the
time, it wasn’t much different than mine. Jane told me that she’d seen
Steve stepping out of the shower and that his dick had been no less than
seven inches, flaccid. She said it wasn’t overly thick, she thought
mine was thicker, but that she’d bet it was twice as long when hard.
“Thanks,” I said, trying my best to look hurt. I wanted to cum right
there.
Dinner went well, and Steve and Jane seemed to hit it off.
When we came home, however, things started to heat up. We all sat on
the couch to watch some TV. I told Jane she looked “tense” and suggested
that she needed a backrub. She gave me an “I know what you’re up to”
look, but before she could say anything, Steve said “Oh, here, let me,”
and began to systematically squeeze and rub her shoulders. Jane’s eyes
widened and she seemed to want to be anywhere but there, but she soon
relaxed under Steve’s firm touch. Steve was smart. He was giving her the
“therapeutic” massage, a strong, sterile type of massage, not the
overly intimate kind that would certainly have drawn a halt from Jane.
Damn, why hadn’t I thought of that?
It wasn’t long before Jane
was actually leaning back on Steve and directing him to new parts of her
back and shoulders. I sat back and watched, my granite-hard cock
straining against my jeans, hoping this would go somewhere. Steve then
told Jane that he was having trouble reaching everything, as her
long-sleeved shirt was in the way. Before Jane could answer, Steve’s
hands were in front of her, slowly and gingerly opening her shirt
buttons. Once, I saw Steve “accidentally” drag his palm across Jane’s
breast as he opened the front of her shirt. In the time it took for the
wet spot on my jeans to reach the size of a dime, Jane’s nipple
seemingly sprung from her breast, giving the appearance that her bra had
its own nipple. Jane’s got nice tits, too big for a 36C but too small
for a D. Her areola are the size of a 50-cent piece and a beautiful
medium brown. I could have sworn I saw a look of real pain on Steve’s
face. Jane sighed ever so softly and then actually looked around to see
if anyone had noticed. We had.
Steve made up some story about
being uncomfortable and asked Jane to sit between his legs, so he didn’t
have to twist his body. If she didn’t know he wanted rub the head of
his cock on her lower back and plump, solid ass, she should have. Jane
complied. She seemed to be without a will of her own, I thought. Steve
resumed his massage, leaning Jane’s back against his chest, and her
wonderful ass squarely against his dick, I thought. I could feel the
pre-cum flowing through my boxers. Steve pulled Jane’s shirt down over
her shoulders, exposing her bra straps, and continued to rub her
shoulders, upper arms and back. Without warning, he pushed his hands
gently over Jane’s shoulders and down her chest…cupping her big tits in
both hands. Jane’s eyes closed and she seemed to sink into Steve,
sighing again as her fists clenched on his thighs. I knew it would
happen then. Steve and Jane would fuck tonight, and I would be there to
see it.
After that, time seemed to speed up. Jane’s shirt
vanished, followed soon by her bra, leaving her big, beautiful boobs
free in the air. Steve wasted no time in abandoning his “massage” and
began kissing Jane’s neck, while cupping, pinching and rubbing her tits
alternately. Jane’s back arched and she whimpered…she actually
whimpered…when he gently bit her neck, right below her ear lobe. Baby
oil? We don’t need no stinking baby oil! I could take no more, at this
point, and motioned to Steve that he should do something about her
jeans. Steve took the hint in a flash, and smoothly rubbed his way down
to her belly, and nearly tore her jeans open. Jane’s back arched even
more. Steve took advantage of this and slid Jane’s jeans over her thighs
and down to her knees. I took over from there. I made short work of
Jane’s shoes and quickly tugged her jeans off her lower legs. I noticed
goose pimples on her legs and belly…and a big wet spot, not only on her
panties, but on the inside of her jeans as well.
Steve’s hands
hovered over Jane’s boobs and belly for a few minutes, but it didn’t
take long for him to travel to her thighs, hips and, finally, her
panties. Steve’s face showed amazement when he felt just how wet my girl
was. When he trailed that first finger down the front of Jane’s panties
and across the wet spot, she moaned wantonly. Jane pushed her pelvis
out and reached behind her to the crotch of Steve’s jeans, where she and
I both gasped. Steve’s cock was nearly a foot long and bulged out of
the left leg of his jeans. It almost reached his knee and looked like a
stick of pepperoni. Shit! Was this a good idea? What if Jane liked
Steve’s big, long dick more than mine? What if I lost her?
However
concerned I may have been, I was ten times as horny and there was no
turning back. I tore my jeans off and worked on Jane’s panties. I
couldn’t believe my eyes as I pulled her panties down her legs. Her
juices stuck to the crotch of her thong and a long string of it followed
as I removed them. I noticed a near puddle in her panties too. I was
amazed. I had NEVER seen her this wet before. Steve was meanwhile
kissing and biting Jane’s neck and shoulders, and had taken to sucking
on her ear lobe. Jane must have been enjoying it because her head was
tilted to one side and she was biting her lower lip. A river of juice
ran from her pussy. I could see Jane’s already swollen lips tightening
and relaxing, as she moved her hips up and down, humping thin air.
I
knelt in front of Jane and gently touched her inner thighs with both
hands, tracing her outer lips up to her clit and down to her little
brown ass. Jane began to moan in earnest and turned her head to devour
Steve’s tongue. She twisted in his lap and rolled completely over, so
she was lying on his chest, all the while exploring his tongue with
hers. Jane got up then, on her hands and knees, and began to remove
Steve’s pants. Steve quickly attached himself to the nearest nipple.
Jane practically growled as she fought with Steve’s jeans, finally
winning and yanking them roughly to his ankles, along with his briefs.
Steve’s dick stood proudly like a flagpole over his legs. Naked, it
looked even bigger than through his jeans. It was thick and veiny, and
the head shimmered with pre-cum, which continued to ooze steadily from
his hole.
“This is it. Here it comes,” I thought, as Jane lowered
her head to his cock. Gently, she wrapped her hand around his big shaft
and slid her fingers up and down the entire length. It was Steve’s turn
to sigh. Steve’s cock grew more solid, finally standing at about ten
inches. It had to be as big around as a flashlight. I was dripping
pre-cum onto Jane’s and Steve’s legs, but neither of them seemed to
notice.
Jane slowly and deliberately touched the head of Steve’s
dick with her magic tongue. I will never forget the sight of the sticky
pre-cum trailing back to her mouth, or her engulfing his whole head and
sinking slowly down his shaft. Jane started to gag at about halfway but
backed off and fell into a slow rhythm of taking almost half Steve’s
cock and pulling it all the way out. Jane’s lips popped loudly every
time the rim broke free of the vacuum of her mouth. Steve was in Heaven.
I lay on the floor on my back and slid my head under Jane’s beautiful
ass. I licked and sucked every tiny bit of her that I could reach. She
was so wet that several times I had to stop and swallow or risk choking
on her juice. When Jane came the first time, her whole body tensed.
Steve and she groaned at the same moment, as she must have bitten down
on him. I couldn’t wait to feel that.
Jane continued to suck
Steve for a moment before she stopped and looked right into my eyes. She
said only, “Honey, can I fuck him?” I responded by pulling myself to my
feet and jamming my cock all the way into her mouth. Jane had no
problem accommodating my shorter cock and took me right to the base,
while jerking Steve with her hand. Steve wasn’t one to miss a hint,
though, and he quickly jumped up and positioned himself behind Jane,
pieces of condom wrapper flying in all directions. Steve didn’t even try
to enter her slowly or gently, and he didn’t need to. Jane was so wet
he could’ve slipped his leg into her without a problem. Steve grinned at
me, sweating profusely and grunting as Jane’s pretty lips slid up and
down my rod, her eyes boring into mine.
It was the hottest thing
I had ever experienced. Steve tried rolling a condom onto his cock. I
remember finding it slightly chilling that he ran out of condom long
before he ran out of dick. Jane’s eyes widened a bit as Steve rubbed the
head of his cock back and forth, between her clit and her hole. I felt
her throaty growl, a moan suppressed only by my meat, when he roughly
shoved his pole inside her. He went all the way in. Jane’s teeth dragged
a bit, when he hit bottom and pushed her into me, nearly gagging her.
Jane said nothing, just continued to suck, as Steve slowed down and
began to long-stroke her. He pulled his cock slowly out, almost all the
way, and then pushed it back in slowly but with great force, pushing her
every time he bottomed out. I came at that instant. I came like never
before. I had no control whatsoever. My entire body contracted and I
could not move. I could only lay still and feel my cock pumping spurt
after spurt of cum into my lovely Jane’s mouth. Cum was leaking out the
sides of her mouth and down my shaft, into my pubic hair and onto the
floor. I must’ve cum like six men, as Jane gulped two and then three
times to swallow what she could. I think it was too much for her as she
took on a look of nausea, but she recovered quickly and even licked my
shaft clean as Steve pushed his big prick deep into her.
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