Rod’s dick was truly a sight to behold. Long and hard, with veins running like rivers up its length to feed the fat, purple knob that crowned the tip. I was reminded of an Apollo rocket on the launchpad. I half expected to see vapor steaming off its massive length like the condensation from liquid nitrogen. Leaning in, I could smell Rod’s masculine aroma, a heady mixture of sweat and sperm as my nostrils approached his pubes and I wondered when he had last showered. My cock pulsed at the realization that he might very well have had this big weapon inside my wife’s pussy as recently as this morning. The thought of sucking his unwashed cock made the dirty act I was about to do even more sexy and, I’m ashamed to say, even more appealing.
I heard an intake of breath from Amy as I bent my head forward and inhaled his manly funk before pressing my parted lips to his shaft. It was hot and unyielding against my mouth and I slid my tongue out to taste it. I could feel the blood pulsing underneath the fragile skin of his penis. God it was beautiful. I can’t understand why some women think men’s cocks are unattractive. I was seized with the irrepressible desire to put this gorgeous big sex object in my mouth, and smiled to myself at the realization that my wife had probably felt the same erotic pull when she was about to about to give him head.
Greedily I sucked him into my mouth, lowering my head down to take him in deep, putting one hand between his legs to cradle his balls. My lipstick smeared over his cock making me feel like a dirty cum-slut. The thought turned me on. He was even more well-endowed than Justin — longer for sure, even if not quite as thick, so it didn’t choke me when he hit the back of my throat. Although his was only the second cock I’d had in my mouth, I felt as if I was becoming quite the experienced cock-sucker as I slobbered over him, letting his juices and my saliva drip down his shaft into his pubes. Balancing on my knees I took him in my other hand to guide his hardness into my mouth and keep it there while I fellated him in earnest. Amy made a little whimper of surprise or arousal, I’m not sure which, and I looked up at her to see she was staring in rapt amazement at her cock-sucking husband. I tried gamely to smile at her but with my mouth full of cock it was difficult.
“Use your hand more.” Amy advised. I was amazed that she was really getting into this and giving me coaching on how to make him come. I glanced up at her to see that her cheeks were flushed. She had that glazed look she gets when she’s aroused, and her fingernails were absently caressing herself between her legs, scratching the plump cameltoe that swelled against the tight red Lycra of her bikini bottoms.
“Yes, the hand is key.” Justin said. “Think of your mouth as a receptacle. I want you to use your tongue and take his cum in your mouth.”
I followed their directions and masturbated Rod’s thick shaft into my mouth while rasping my tongue on the sensitive frenulum just below the head of his cock. I wanted to do this right and was pleased when Rod started to pant which I took as a good sign. I craved his orgasm and at the same time I was aching to touch my own cock which was painfully confined in my briefs. I started to flex my glutes back and forth in a fucking motion to increase the stimulation until it finally popped out, trapped between the tight bikini waistband and my stomach. But I was past caring.
Delirious with the sinful pleasure of what I was doing I gleefully sucked Rod’s thick tool and massaged his balls until finally he came in my mouth. I choked as his semen gushed over my tongue and spilled down onto my thighs. At the same time my own cock spurted its load over the pool deck. I had come without even touching my cock.
I realized that I had become fully subservient to whatever Justin wanted, and I feared for one awful moment that he might make me lick up the cum that looked like spilled yogurt on the Travertine tiles, but he didn’t.
* * * * * * * * * * *
That afternoon Rod had to leave, much to Amy’s disappointment, and the three of us spent a pleasant afternoon on the beach, during which Amy insisted on taking off her bikini, encouraging us to rub lotion on her nude body. There were more people walking and sunbathing on the beach than the last time we had been there, but she didn’t care. She wanted us both to make love to her again, and it seemed the exhibitionism was turning her on.
“Boys, I’m so fucking horny after watching David suck off Rod.” She said, caressing my upper thigh seductively. She moved her other hand to cup Justin’s bulge through his trunks. “And, Justin, I need at least one more injection of your lovely rich semen before I go home tomorrow. Please.”
“We should really go back in the house.” Justin said, and I could see the disappointment on Amy’s face. “I mean it really takes all three of us to do this, and some of those people are my neighbors. So why don’t I make you a Sex on the Beach cocktail instead, and we will retire to my bedroom?”
We ended up having a late dinner that day because the three of us were cavorting nakedly on Justin’s bed. Like last time, I jammed my cock into Justin’s mouth while Amy knelt in front of him and presented him with her bottom so he could enter her from behind. I took hold of his cock and guided it into my wife’s very wet, willing pussy. This arrangement worked extremely well, and she pushed herself gratefully back onto his length, driving it deep inside her. As I fucked Justin’s mouth he grunted with pleasure and I knew he was about to come. The thought of him ejaculating his sex cream in Amy’s pussy made my sperm tingle in my balls and rush unstoppably upwards. He slapped his hips against her buttocks and released his full load into her.
Watching the sexy muscles of his behind tense up as he orgasmed inside her made me cum too. I heard Amy’s moans of delight as she climaxed around his cock.
“Oh my god that felt good!” Justin said, his mouth dripping with my semen. It was the first time he had experienced the hot wetness of a woman’s orgasm while being buried in her vagina. I was so pleased he enjoyed it that I spontaneously kissed him on the mouth and we shared a long, cum-filled kiss while Amy rolled over and lay on her back watching us.
* * * * * * * * * * * *
“Damn, you boys look so sexy together.” She said later that night when the two of us were in bed. This was our last night together before she headed off back home. “David I’m happy that you’re going to get a chance to explore your gay side a little bit, but please don’t forget that we’re married. I’m letting you do this because you’ve been so great about everything and because I know you will regret it if you don’t. But also because Justin asked me to let you stay. It’s a way of thanking Justin who, let’s face it has been amazing. He’s hosted us this whole time and gone along with everything we wanted — even having straight sex with a woman. Who would have thought Justin would ever do that?” We both laughed.
In the morning Amy started to pack and I wondered if I had made the wrong call, staying behind while she went home to our house alone. But the pull of staying here with Justin, and my desire for him was too strong to resist. I longed to stay — not just because I wanted to extend my vacation in a wonderful house in an idyllic setting but also because I was yearning to be Justin’s lover for a week. I felt I had to try it.
“Come here, baby.” Amy said, “and sit at the dressing table. If you really want to wear makeup, that’s OK. But I can do it much better than Justin. And you look so pretty as a girl.” I was pleasantly surprised by this turn of events. My wife was fully supporting my sexual exploration of my femininity.
She even left me a selection of her panties to wear so I could fully enjoy my newfound freedom as a bisexual man. While I had never previously experimented with other men, she knew I had always had a bit of a panty fetish. After she left for the airport I found she had “accidentally” left several pairs of her prettiest panties on the bed. I fondled the soft, silky fabrics, deciding which ones I should wear for Justin. I started to get an erection wondering what I would look like in the feminine, lacy undies which were cream, pink, white and black. The white ones had lace trim and a little pink bow at the front. Then I noticed she had also left her sheer black negligee for me as well. She was giving me permission to go full bore into my gay persona. It was going to be an interesting week.
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