“Jesus. Fuck that’s so sexy.” I heard her say as I slid my tongue in between Justin’s lips, letting him taste his pre-cum. We French-kissed for a while making little wet sounds with our mouths like the ones my wife was now making with her fingers in her pussy.
I loved kissing him.
Pretending to be gay was very sexy — I found it so seductive and exciting I didn’t want to stop. Meanwhile I knew she was masturbating with the excitement of watching us together and was impatient to have him inside her. But I wasn’t finished yet. I wanted him to be on the point of orgasm when they finally had sex. That was the whole point. My job was to suck this beautiful man’s cock some more, and I took my duties seriously. I was loving every minute. I bent my head and trailed my wet tongue all over his cock again, but this time I lowered my head, retracting his foreskin so I could slide my lips down over the swollen, plum-coloured tip. Eager for more, I took him all the way into my mouth and sucked him deeply until he hit the back of my throat. I wanted to know what it was like to have my mouth completely full of a man’s cock. Amy said something but I was too busy sucking Justin to pay any attention. I masturbated him slowly into my mouth, my fist tight around the base of his erection, making him even bigger and harder between my lips as I brought him closer to a climax. I liked the way his balls felt against my hand on the down stroke and how the head of his cock swelled on my tongue. I lifted off and licked greedily all around the glistening head, concentrating on the little slit where clear fluid was oozing out and coating my tongue. His cock looked beautiful in the sunlight. He was getting very excited and I knew my own cock was dripping too. I wondered what it would be like if he came in my mouth.
“Come on, baby.” My wife said, getting increasingly impatient. She wanted it. But still I didn’t rush. I was enjoying the moment. I closed my eyes and sucked him again lustfully, rolling him over slightly towards me so I could slide one hand around to explore the smooth, round globes of his ass. It felt deliciously intimate to brush the warm sand off it. He had such an incredibly beautiful ass — muscular like the rest of him, and so firm under my hand. I had the naughty idea of sliding a finger into the cleft between his cheeks. I could hear him panting with desire. My wife probably couldn’t see what I was doing but I caressed him there, fingering the puckered entrance to his tight little hole. I wondered what it would be like to have gay sex, and for a man to cum in my mouth. I was intrigued — fascinated by this beautiful, hot, pulsing organ between my lips. I was curious to find out what would happen if I just sucked on it a bit more. Loving the taste, I mouthed his cock eagerly, alternately licking and sucking the glossy purple head and slurping it deep down my throat, using my hand and tongue for friction, knowingly getting him closer and closer to an orgasm. I could tell from his breathing that he was on the brink, and on an impulse I drove my finger deep into his butt hole. With a cry he flexed his whole body and his cock jerked wildly, spewing hot cum as it pumped rapidly, flooding my tongue and filling my whole mouth with creamy semen. I gulped and struggled not to choke as he came copiously into my mouth, his swollen tool jerking and pumping uncontrollably.
“Oh shit! My god, try not to swallow!” my wife said. “Come on, share it, baby. You know where I want it!” Her knees were wide apart displaying her red, swollen pussy which was glistening wet with her need.
I turned and crawled between her parted legs to press my slippery mouth to her waiting vulva, loving her soft wetness against my lips as I thrust my tongue as deeply as I could into her pussy. “Oh yesssss.” She murmured. “You’re a naughty boy making him cum, but fuck that was sexy. Push his cum into my pussy, babe”. As I feasted between her legs, sharing as much semen as I could, Justin crawled underneath me, rolling me sideways until I suddenly felt the warmth of his wet mouth on my dripping cock. I could hear his pleasurable noises as he sucked me beautifully, gently bringing me off with his expert hand which felt incredible as he expertly masturbated my shaft. With a cry of relief I let it all go. I’d never felt so hard and so ready to cum. With my mouth pressed hard against my wife’s pussy, muffling my moans, I just orgasmed without being able to stop. I came and came, fucking his mouth deeply, filling it with my sperm.
Afterwards we shared a bottle of cold white wine, sitting nude in the sunshine amidst the dunes. It was lovely and private. My wife cleaned my cock with her mouth while I French kissed Justin some more, enjoying the creamy sensation of our shared semen as we swirled our tongues together. It was surprising how easily I seemed to have fallen into a casually erotic bisexual relationship with him, and even more surprising how readily Amy accepted it.
That night in bed Amy confided that she loved having three way sex. She loved seeing me with another guy, and she loved performing in front of me. We made love, all our senses heightened by the incredible sex we’d been having with Justin.
I didn’t tell Amy, but that night I had a series of very erotic dreams, all of which were distinctly homosexual in nature.
I kept half waking up to find myself rock hard, dripping onto the bedsheets, while images of sexy men with beautiful, big erections swirled uncontrollably in my mind. In my dreams the men were naked and desirable, and they were having graphic, uninhibited sex with one another — and with me. What on earth was happening to me? Why was I having these dreams? They were intense, exciting dreams in which I loved having my mouth full of cock while my wife urged me on, and kept looking down to see I was being sucked off by a nude man. The fantasies seemed real and were deliciously sexy. There were beautiful girls in my dreams too, but when they lifted their skirts and lowered their panties I saw huge, gorgeous glistening erections which I longed to suck. In my wet dream I kissed a guy whose lips dripped with cum while other men took turns sucking my cock.
Performing fellatio in real life seemed to have flipped a switch in my brain, and now I was dreaming of nothing else. More than that, I couldn’t stop the dreams, and I didn’t want to. I was having incredibly erotic fantasies about gay sex — imagining myself indulging in intense group cock-sucking — not just being sucked off by beautiful nude men, but also kissing their big, hard cocks and sucking them into my mouth. Gorgeously suckable erect cocks, thick and fat, rigid with sexual desire and full of semen…all being guided into my mouth by my eager, naughty wife.
I woke up in a sweat wondering what the fuck was going on. It was dark and Amy was breathing deeply next to me. I was incredibly turned on. I found my erection was already in my hand, slick with pre-cum, and I closed my eyes to re-live some of the dirty fantasies I had been having. Thinking of Justin nude on the beach. My god I had loved licking his beautiful body. I started to imagine the sensation of his big, hot cock sinking into my mouth while the sun warmed our nakedness. Thinking about the taste of his rich, creamy cum on my lips made me ejaculate in no time, spurting an astonishing amount of semen all over my body and the sheets.
* * * *
The next day was hot and sunny again and we spent the morning lounging by the pool with cocktails. Justin’s housekeeper Maria prepared a lunch of cold salmon and salad accompanied by a crisp Chablis. Amy took her place at the table while I went to the rest room, and that’s when an extraordinarily erotic thing happened. As I came out of the toilet Justin was there and he grabbed me and kissed me lingeringly on the mouth, just out of sight of Amy. I had a little quiver of excitement as I remembered my dirty dreams.
“I think you like the taste of cum, don’t you?” he said quietly, “…and sucking cock.” He pressed his open mouth to mine again, pushing his tongue aggressively into my mouth, at the same time pulling down the front of his shorts. His big cock sprang up, making my heart stop with shock. It was incredibly daring because the housekeeper was only just around the corner in the kitchen, and my wife was sitting just out of sight at the dining table. He broke the kiss and pushed me down with his hands on my shoulders. “Suck me.” He commanded in a whisper, forcing me to my knees. Incredibly excited, I knelt and took him in my hand then bent my head forward to take his hardness into my mouth. Later I questioned myself as to why I gave in so easily to his demand, but at the time I was focused only on his beautiful big erection. I could hear the musical chuckle of wine as Maria filled Amy’s glass. We were only just round the corner from them, barely hidden by the archway, and yet here I was on my knees with my mouth full of cock. “Mmmm yesss.” Justin hissed as I jacked him off into my mouth, rubbing my tongue on the underside of his cock to excite him further. If I was going to suck him off I needed him to cum quickly before we were discovered. God this was so dirty. He was very turned on and suddenly climaxed, ejaculating down my throat. I gulped and swallowed, trying not to choke.
“Is everything OK?” Amy called out, hearing us.
“Yes, yes, completely OK thanks.” Justin replied while I stood up coughing, trying desperately to regain my composure. My erection was dripping into my shorts. He bent forward to lick my lips clean with his big tongue while pulling up his pants. Then he turned and walked casually into the dining room to sit next to Amy. She looked at me strangely as I sat down, flushed and confused, my lips still glossy and my tongue creamy with Justin’s semen. I don’t know if she guessed what had just happened but in any event she didn’t say anything. I gulped heavily from my wine glass trying not to cough.
We talked excitedly about plans for a possible boat trip that afternoon, and at one point Justin said, “Well, we seem to be achieving your objective, Amy, right? Getting your sweet pussy nice and creamy?”
Leave a Reply