Sara and Bobby watched him intently. Phillip flushed and looked down again, quickly pushing Bobby’s dick back inside her. Bobby pushed deeper into her then and Phillip returned his attention to her clit. Again he sucked it into his mouth as Bobby began thrusting into her. Their rhythm increased and Phillip tongued her pussy relentlessly even as Bobby’s cock brushed across his chin. Soon her moans turned to shrieks and she held Phillip’s head as she began to quiver. Bobby pistoned into her and Phillip lapped feverishly at her pussy, both men intent on making her cum. “Oh, fuck,” she cried again and again, as her orgasm washed over her. As her orgasm subsided Phillip moved back and watched Bobby continue pounding into her. Even the veins of Bobby’s cock swelled now. But then Phillip heard Sara whisper, “Wait, not yet.” Phillip looked up at Sara as Bobby slowed his pace once more. She leaned forward and pushed Phillip back so he was sitting up on the couch again. Then she moved off Bobby, over to Phillip, and sat straddling him. She kissed him roughly, grinding her hips on his stiff cock. She kissed and bit his neck, sending chills down his spine, then moved to his ear, kissing him softly as she unfastened his pants. Her hand found his dick and gripped it tightly. “Did you like that,” she said. “Yes,” Phillip whispered back, anxious to please her.
She bit his ear playfully and said, “You liked touching Bobby’s dick, didn’t you.” Phillip’s eyes opened wide but he did not respond. Sara smiled to herself feeling his body tense beneath her, his cock twitch in her hand. “I want you to touch it again,” she said, and after pausing, added, “I want you to put it in your mouth.” Phillip’s mind reeled and his heart beat wildly. Sara looked at him and her smile deepened seeing his distress. “Come over here, Bobby,” she said in an even tone. Bobby stood and approached them as Sara moved over and sat on her knees facing Phillip. Phillip’s eyes followed her, still in disbelief. Bobby stood before him now, and moved closer, straddling his legs as Sara had done to Bobby earlier. “Look at it,” Sara cooed. Phillip shifted his gaze as Sara reached up and grasped the base of Bobby’s dick, pulling it toward Phillip. Bobby leaned forward and braced himself with his arms against the wall behind the couch. Sara tightened her grip causing the head to swell. Phillip studied it, the purple head, the long thick shaft. He thought again how large it was and had an impulse to touch it. “Open your mouth,” Sara said, pulling Bobby’s dick still closer. The head brushed Phillip’s lip and electricity shot through his body. He knew then he would do it, and even more, that he wanted to. Sara pressed the head to his lips and Phillip opened his mouth, accepting the tip. He swabbed his tongue across the slit then opened his mouth wider, taking in the head. As he did he reached up and gripped the shaft, his hand next to Sara’s. His tongue swirled around the head and he savored the taste and feel of Bobby’s cock in his mouth.
He opened wider taking it in further and soon felt the tip against the back of this throat. He strained to swallow still more but realized he could not. His mouth slid back up its length, sucking the head again, then back down. Sara let go and Phillip’s hand slid up and down Bobby’s shaft, jacking him off slowly into his mouth. In a moment Bobby moaned and Phillip realized how forcefully he was now sucking him, and how much he liked it. He moved his mouth up and down faster on Bobby’s cock and sucked him intently. He began to feel Bobby push into his mouth, bucking his hips as he sucked him. Phillip held still then, letting Bobby’s dick slide back and forth through his lips and fist. He heard Bobby groan and squeezed his cock harder. In the corner of his eye he saw Sara. It was her turn to watch, transfixed. Bobby moaned again and Phillip looked up at him. Bobby’s face was contorted and Phillip realized he was about to cum. Phillip opened his mouth wide and pressed the tip against his tongue jacking him off fiercely into his mouth. “Do it, Bobby,” he heard Sara say. Bobby groaned loudly and bucked his hips forward. Phillip felt the warm sperm hit his tongue. He pressed his lips around the head of Bobby’s cock and jacked him off feverishly as more thick cum splashed into his mouth. Bobby grabbed his dick, his eyes meeting Phillip’s. Pulling out of his mouth he pumped himself through his fist, shooting a stream of cum onto Phillip’s lips and chin. Phillip held Bobby’s gaze and opened his mouth wide as Bobby came in wave after wave on his face and neck.
When his orgasm had nearly subsided Bobby pressed his dick again to Phillip’s lips and Phillip sucked and licked the tip, drawing in the last drops of cum. Suddenly Sara leaned forward and pushed Phillip back, kissing him passionately. Phillip’s cock ached; he could feel his orgasm welling inside him. He groaned and retuned Sara’s kiss, probing her mouth with his tongue, sharing Bobby’s seamen. Then he gasped as something warm and wet covered his dick. The sensation was stunning. His body tensed and he opened his eyes to see Sara watching him as they kissed. She held his face to hers tightly as his orgasm burst through him, gushing cum into Bobby’s mouth. It cascaded through Phillip in hot waves, each more intense than the last. He closed his eyes, immersed in pleasure. Only as it began to recede did he realize how fast his heart beat, how labored his breath came. As he finally caught his breath Sara kissed him gently. Then Phillip leaned his head back and closed his eyes, weak and numb. After a moment Phillip looked up. He did not move as Sara and Bobby dressed. As they prepared to leave, Sara leaned over Phillip and smiled. “No inhibitions here,” she whispered, kissing his cheek softly. “See you next week,” she said. Phillip made no reply but watched as they left. He sat alone for some time then finally stood up. He walked into the bathroom attached to his office and after splashing himself with water and wiping his face, looked in the mirror. He looked closely, studying his eyes. After a long moment he cast a slight smile and shook his head as if in disbelief. Then he walked back into his office, straightened up as best he could, and left. It was late when he arrived home, the twilight beginning to fade. The babysitter’s car was in the driveway but the house was quiet when he came in. The children were playing in the back yard and he stood watching them through a window. In a moment his wife came up behind him, snaking her arms around his waist. Her touch was tender and warm; it soothed and reassured him. “You’re late,” she said. “I’m sorry,” he replied, still watching the children; “It took a while to get out of the office.” Spinning him around she smiled and said, “It’s OK, I just got home, too.” Just then the babysitter called from the next room, “I’m going now.” “Ok, Thanks again,” Phillip’s wife called back. Then the babysitter peaked around the corner and said, “See you again next Friday then, Sara?” Sara’s smile widened as she gazed into Phillip’s eyes. “Yes, definitely. Next Friday!”
The End
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