Literotic asexstories – Tag Team by Eagle1
This is my first collaborative story. It’s told from the point of view of both my co-author, Chris, and I as we fuck his lovely wife one afternoon. Hope you enjoy it as much as we did.
Peace,
Marc
* * *
Marc
I admit I had been a little nervous.
I hadn’t known what to expect from this man whose e-mails I’d found so intriguing. Chris had contacted me first because he’d been turned on by my stories he’d read on the Internet. He explained to me that he was a man just starting to experience some of the variety that sex had to offer, and my own practices had offered him a roadmap.
Over the course of several months’ worth of correspondence, Chris had convinced me to come and visit him. And, in a move that was very out of character for me, I’d flown here to be with him for the weekend.
Not that it was out of character for me to fuck a man’s wife while he watched, because it certainly wasn’t. I’d done that many times before. But it was very out of character to respond to the urgings of a strange man over the Internet who lived more than a thousand miles away from me.
But Chris had assured me that I’d enjoy it, and that I wouldn’t be disappointed. As I stood over his wife’s naked, exposed pussy, looking down at its beautiful sensual lips getting damper with her excitement, I figured he was right: I probably would enjoy taking her very much.
Something about Chris being turned on turned me on.
My dick felt heavier as it grew thicker in my hand, with a few priming tugs it was ready for work. The limp inches turned into a long, hard and thick fucking tool, ready for penetration.
I glanced once again at Chris to make sure this was okay. He’d assured me that this weekend, while I was a guest in his home, was not the first time he’d let another man fuck his wife. But you never can be too sure.
His expression told me everything I needed to know, eyes shining bright with anticipation.
I looked back down at his wife’s naked pussy again: it was fat and full. Her bush trimmed, but not completely shaved.
So, without wasting time, I grabbed her by the legs and pulled her roughly to the end of their bed. Her pussy was now very near my waiting cock. Chris and his wife had insisted that I not wear a condom. She was the first person I’d ever met who was allergic to the latex.
Her legs were now held up over my shoulders, offering me the opportunity for incredibly deep penetration. I pressed the head of my uncovered dick over her moist slit until I found the entrance I was seeking, and as her ruby pink lips slowly parted for me, inch after inch of my cock slipped inside her for the first time.
And Chris smiled at me.
I smiled back, her warm flesh cradling me. I closed my eyes and let instinct take over….
Chris
Marc groaned as he slowly slipped his hard cock in my wife’s wet and waiting pussy.
She moaned a little too as she tried to mouth the words, “Are you sure, Chris?”
I mouthed back, “Yes, I’m sure.”
This isn’t the first time I’d let another guy fuck my wife. However, Marc didn’t know that he was only the second.
I prefer the idea that I can choose what kind of guy gets to fuck my wife. And Marc is a wonderful specimen, a Greek god minus the stern face. He’s got eyes that convey incredibly intense lust. And that was exactly what I saw while he stared back into my eyes. The lust intensifying as he began to pump my wife’s hole faster. I never even thought that this guy would fly here just to get a piece of my woman.
I begin to stroke my cock through my pants. I was feeling weird that I was still fully dressed while these two horny fuckers screwing beside me began to go at it faster and harder. My wife was almost screaming out now and Marc was grunting louder and louder with pleasure and effort. In a few seconds I was completely naked beside them, precum oozing out of my cock as I slowly stroked it.
I had promised myself that I would just watch the first round.
Marc pulled out and knelt on the floor, licking my wife’s sweet pussy. I moved closer to see what he was doing in detail. Man, I loved the sight of a guy tongue-fucking my wife. He rolled his tongue and slowly inserted it into her pussy, sending her into spasms, and then he moved up and flicked her clit with the tip of his tongue, making my sexy wife reach the verge of an orgasm.
“Come here,” I heard my wife tell Marc, “I wanna suck you.”
It was one of the few times that I had heard her use such a very commanding tone.
Marc quickly flipped around on the bed, offering her his cock as his head moved back down to greedily eat out my wife. I saw her take his cock in her mouth, sucking it hungrily like I’ve never seen her do before. Marc slowly rocked his hips back and forth, starting to fuck my wife’s mouth, trying not to gag her. I positioned myself behind Marc, and slowly pushed his hips towards her face to bury him deeper in her mouth. My hands guiding his hips, instructing him to fuck her faster, that she could take all of his big, hard cock. I heard him moan again, louder. This was making me so fucking horny now.
I love hearing a guy groan.
Touching Marc while he fucked my wife sent electricity all over my body. I’ve never lusted for a guy like how I lusted for him at that moment. I wanted to take him for my own. But, I’m straight…or at least that’s what my wife thinks.
“Fuck her hard, Marc,” I told him, “Give it to her! I wanna see you fuck her hard until you cum all over her….”
Marc
I was totally caught up in the act of sex now.
Behind me I was vaguely aware of Chris, his words sounding feverish. I could feel his hands on my hips, guiding me into his wife. I loved the feeling of his thumbs braced on my ass muscles. It gets me off quicker when someone strokes my ass during sex.
But Chris wasn’t taking it any further, as much as I might have wanted otherwise. I tried to concentrate instead on the twin pleasures of the taste of his wife’s pussy, and the feeling of her mouth and tongue wrapped around my cock, as I pumped it into her face.
At the other end, before my face, her pussy lay like an open flower. Engorged and waiting, spilling out its delicious nectar. I love the taste of a woman more than anything else in the world, and Chris’s wife tasted of the exotic aroma of her surroundings. So I grabbed her by the thighs in order that I might really bury my face into her cunt. Taking in all the perfume and taste, my tongue probed as deeply as I could reach into that tight little tunnel.
Then I felt Chris’s hands on my ass again. This time firmly on the cheeks themselves. His fingers massaging my flesh. I felt a quiver in my balls and knew if he kept that up I would cum in no time.
“Let’s change,” I said to them, and to her specifically: “Get on your knees, I want to see this lovely ass close up while I fuck you.”
Chris moved away from behind me, his wife eagerly and obediently getting into position on her knees, her ass upturned towards me. Her face turned towards her husband.
She had a ripe, beautiful round ass. Her little asshole was poking up in the air, and her empty pussy beneath it waiting for me.
Even though he was across the bed now, the thought of Chris’s hands groping my ass kept me near the edge and I had to plunge into that tight pussy to release myself. I felt her lips part again, felt her flesh encase me like a glove.
Then I started to really pound her, wanting to nail her until she couldn’t stand up anymore. The room was filled with the noise of our heavy breathing and the wet slapping of my cock and balls against her backside.
I looked at Chris sitting there, watching us, and what I said next was as much for his benefit as for hers.
“You like having my cock in this dirty little cunt don’t you?” I asked.
His wife just moaned loudly, but Chris nodded his head almost imperceptibly.
He had taken his cock in his hand as he sat there. Tugging and pulling on it, as I thrust into his wife. It was an elegant cock, his balls hanging beneath it. I wanted to take it into my mouth.
Maybe later, I thought.
Then I felt the urgency in my balls and as my thrusting grew more ragged and I knew I’d better pull out while I still could.
I drew my cock drew out of his wife with a loud wet popping noise and I ordered her onto her back, so that I could climb on top of her, straddling her stomach. Cock in hand, I jerked myself off feverishly, aware of the sensation from my toes all the way up my body of an impending orgasm. Then grunting with the effort, just when I thought I’d never cum, the first of my seed spurted out like cannon fire hitting her on the chin, the other shots landing all over her tits, and the last few on her stomach.
I knelt over her momentarily satisfied, my arm near her face, and looked over at Chris….
Chris
Marc’s eyes met mine as he came on my wife. I stared back at him while I continued to stroke my incredibly hard cock. He never left my gaze even while my wife took his cock in her mouth to clean it up.
I jerked off faster as Marc stared straight into my eyes. He momentarily looked down on my cock as I slowed down to let him have a good look. Mine isn’t as huge as his is; it’s shorter than Marc’s nearly ten inch tool, but I’m thick.
He was growing hard again in my wife’s mouth. I didn’t know what turned him on more, my wife’s tongue wrapped around his smooth hard cock, or the sight of me tensing up, as I got ready to shoot my load.
He leaned forward slowly. In the process, he pushed his cock further into my wife’s throat and moved his face closer to my hand as I rubbed myself.
Very, very teasingly, he slowly put out the tip of his tongue and touched the head of my dick with it. He moved it around for a few seconds and withdrew it. Damn, I’d have almost cum on his face if I hadn’t stopped rubbing at that very moment. He looked at me again, a sly grin on his face.
“Fuck,” I shouted, “I’m cumming!”
“Dude,” Marc said as he moved off her face to give me some space, “Cum on your wife’s hot tits.”
Marc was kneeling between my wife’s spread legs, when I moved over to my wife. She licked my balls as I stroked myself to orgasm. God, if men have multiple orgasms, then I must have been doing it right then and there. I shot my load over my wife’s tits, my cum mixing there with his.
Leave a Reply