Watching my wife fuck like this was too much, and I turned my head to accept Justin’s tongue into my mouth. He played with my cock (I loved the way he manhandled it) and we kissed deeply while I spurted all over his marble floor, sucking his tongue and moaning in sheer pleasure at the sensation of cumming in his hand. Feeling me cum triggered his climax, and I had the delicious feeling of his cock jerking wildly between the cheeks of my perspiring ass, spurting jets of hot sex cream all the way up my bare back and over my ass. I loved it and turned to face him so I could kiss him more deeply while he massaged his semen all over my bare bottom with both hands.
That night was a game changer. We all had far too much to drink, and I could tell Amy wanted to take Rod to bed. Meanwhile Justin was touching my ass and kissing me openly in front of them both, and I found myself very eager to continue making out with him. I didn’t care if Amy wanted to go to bed with Rod, provided I could spend a nice, long intimate time with Justin. I wanted him badly. After dinner Justin took me to his bedroom. Feeling incredibly drunk and horny I forgot about my wife and found myself kissing Justin passionately. I was as hard as I have ever been at the prospect of having a night of unbridled gay sex. Kissing a man was intoxicating. Justin was nice and hard too, as I quickly found out as we kissed hotly with our hands in each other’s open pants. His cock felt so desirable and so beautifully big in my hands. I really wanted to take him into my mouth again.
We undressed and he took me to bed where we kissed and fondled. Being in bed with a hot, nude man was fantastic. I loved the eroticism of his body against mine — the heat of our bare skin on one another, the thick pressure of our excited genitals pressing together, and our hands all over one another’s body. And I loved his ass. The whole event was exquisite. His beautiful, sexy ass was in my hands while we kissed like lovers, deliberately over-exciting ourselves by rubbing our cocks together. He flung the bedclothes off and went down on me, expertly fellating me until I moaned in surrender and came in his mouth. He kissed me with sticky, cum-slick lips. Then he encouraged me to reciprocate, pushing my head down between his thighs to take his beautiful cock into my mouth. I worshipped his gorgeous tool with my mouth and loved the powerful feeling of making him cum. The creamy taste of his sperm coating my tongue was amazing. I don’t remember what else we did together but I know we were exhausted and satisfied, our bodies completely covered in semen when we finally fell asleep.
During the night I felt his beautiful big erection against my ass and I knew what he wanted. Half asleep, I pushed my bottom back for him, reveling in the unfamiliar sensation of his thick, wet cock between my bare buttocks. He was dripping with some kind of lubricant. Excited to discover this new level of sexual intimacy I allowed him to enter me, and I just let him fuck me at his pleasure, plunging deeply inside me. His arm came over me body and he felt for my pleasure center where I was absolutely rigid with arousal, and he took me in hand. I closed my eyes and surrendered to the exquisite pleasure of being fucked by another man. It was a beautiful, deep fuck, totally unlike any sex I had experienced before. It was fulfilling and satisfying but so different from sex with a woman, and I loved the idea of giving pleasure to another man. He flexed his perspiring body against mine, going deeper and deeper with each thrust until I could feel his wiry pubes on my bare ass and I knew he was all the way in. His hips slapped against me and he finally came, filling me with his glorious, hot sex cream, while at the same time I spurted uncontrollably over his hand and the bedsheets. I had lost count of the number of orgasms I had had with Justin, but I had loved every one of them.
It was delightful. I knew after that there could be no going back.
In the morning I borrowed his toothbrush to clean my teeth and didn’t mind at all that he squeezed my ass cheeks, which he seemed to have taken a real liking to. I giggled like a girl as his fondling caused my cock to rise up and touch the cold washbasin. I was enjoying being his man crush and saw no reason to discourage him. After I spat and rinsed, I turned into his arms for a long, loving kiss, letting him taste how minty my mouth was.
We showered together and took great pleasure soaping one another thoroughly. I thrilled at the opportunity of running my hands all over him — and I do mean all over — while he lovingly soaped my ass and cock and put shampoo on my pubes.
“You have a truly beautiful cock.” He said.
“So do you.” I breathed, stroking him up into a full erection. We kissed under the hot water, fondling each other until we couldn’t just stop ourselves from having sex again. He turned me around and pushed his soapy cock all the way into me, making me cry out. It was a cry of surprise at how easily he went inside and of the pleasure it gave me letting him fuck me. I came in his hand, spurting white cream all down the glass shower cabinet door while he bathed the inside of my tight hole with his hot lava.
As we dried off we could see Amy and Rod in swimsuits drinking coffee out by the pool.
Justin gave me a tiny, tight leopard-print swimsuit to wear, cut high up to show off my buttocks, almost as revealing as a thong. And he let me borrow a brightly colored silk beach cover-up that looked a lot like a woman’s dress. I left it hanging open with the belt undone because I wanted my wife to see how good I looked in the bikini style swim trunks. Before we went outside, though, we paused for another long kiss.
“Let me put some makeup on you — just a tiny bit.” Justin said. “You have such beautiful features. Sit here at my dressing table for a minute.” I indulged Justin and allowed him to paint some lip gloss and mascara on me. It was fun being made up, like being in the school play, except that I was looking deeply into Justin’s lovely green eyes while he did it. I sat still, concentrating on his handsome face, while he ran a line of dark eye make-up underneath my eyes and then dusted my lids with just a hint of eye shadow. The effect was amazing. I didn’t look like a girl but I looked incredibly pretty. Seeing myself in the mirror I started to get an erection. Fuck, I loved playing at being Rod’s boyfriend. Or maybe I looked like his girlfriend now. Either way I was enjoying the experience a lot.
“We should get your hair sexed up at my hairdresser later,” he promised.
All the rules seemed to have changed this week. I had had a threesome with my wife and watched her make love with another man last night. Somehow it seemed only fair that I should have the same privilege. It didn’t cross my mind until much later that I might be falling in love with Justin.
“Wow, golly. Good morning, baby.”” She said, her eyes wide with surprise as she took in my appearance. “Are you wearing women’s beachwear… and makeup?” She questioned. I suppose I did look more than a little feminine, but it felt good, and I enjoyed the way Justin’s hand felt on my ass as he stood behind me.
“I want to invite your husband to stay here with me a little longer.” He said. “But first I want to take him out shopping. He’s such a beautiful, sexy man. And I’d love him to explore his feminine side a bit.” I felt him squeeze my bottom which made my cock pulse hotly. My heart skipped a beat. That sounded wonderful. I knew my wife had to get back to London for her job, but I could continue writing my book anywhere. I could do it here. The idea of having some time alone with Justin — sleeping with him and being his gay lover — was irresistible. I was intensely aroused by the idea, as my wife could no doubt see by the swelling organ in the very tight trunks. And it would help me flesh out one of the characters in my book, who I now decided should be gay. It was a brilliant idea. I couldn’t help turning to kiss Justin gratefully on the lips. I ground my erection into his crotch to show him my appreciation for this wonderful suggestion.
“Wow, boys. God, I mean.” My wife was lost for words. Yes, take him shopping, I mean his wardrobe could do with some pep. But sweetheart, we need to get back to London. To our lives.’
We had a serious talk over a light poolside breakfast, out of earshot of Rod and Justin, who had some catching up of their own to do.
“I really want to do this.” I told her. “I think I will always regret it if I don’t take this opportunity. I mean I had no idea it would be so… fantastic.” My heart was beating hard as I tried to persuade her. I was discovering a whole new side to my sexuality and I didn’t want to lose the chance of seeing where it would go. And at least have a few more days at this wonderful villa. With Justin. As his lover. “And Amy, I want to write more authentically about gay characters. This is a great opportunity, don’t you see?”
“Well, I want you to be able to explore your feminine side a bit, baby, but look, you can’t forget that we’re married. I mean, if things have gone right, we might become parents.” She blushed, thinking of how promiscuous she had been this week. “I mean I’ve had two men’s sperm inside me…” she tailed off.
“OK, deal. What if I just stay for one week.”
“All right, but no tattoos” She laughed, “I don’t want you coming home with a naked man tattooed on your bottom.”
And that was how it all started.
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