It had been a week since my knee surgery, and my wife and I were getting randy. I’d been sleeping on the pull-out couch downstairs, and we couldn’t do much more than mutual masturbation. It would probably be several more weeks before I could give Caroline a proper orgasm, and while she said she could wait, I knew she was frustrated.
So I hatched a plan.
Caroline and I have had our share of sexual adventures, often involving anoth er man or woman sharing our bed, but with mixed suc cess for her. Many times she has been left wanting, which deprives me too, as I love to watch her being pleasured by another person—almost more than anything. It’s my most frequent fantasy.
But I’m both blessed and cursed with a large penis, so it’s been difficult to find another person who satisfies her. I admit that I am short on stamina, but even men who can go for hours can’t seem to “fill” my wife’s needs. She loves their oral skills, but needs a big cock to finish her off right. Plus, for safety reasons she likes to invite only people we’ve known for a while, further limiting the pool.
I made a covert call to an old partner of ours. Brock is married to a woman who doesn’t much like sex of any sort, but especially oral. So when he’s had occasion to feast on Caroline, he’s very giving, and she likes him. She admitted that he was one of our best threesomes. He’s extremely well-built, but unfortunately not at all well-endowed.
I called Brock while Caro line was out doing errands and explained our situation, and suggested he give her a call—without letting on that I suggested it—to see if she needed help around the house while I recuperated. I knew she was eager to get the treadmill we purchased recently upstairs, which I certainly couldn’t do.
She didn’t tell me apparently she had plans of her own , but I learned later that he called her promptly on her cell and she said it would be great for him to stop by and help. It seems Brock was hatching plans of his own, for when he knocked on the door a few days later he had with him a good-looking Latino friend named Tony smaller in stature than Brock or myself to “help with the move.”
I was watching TV on the pull-out when they came in and I was introduced to Tony. Caroline offered them beers, and we became fast friends. The sexual tension was growing, and I started to feel optimistic, even more when Caroline pulled Brock into the kitchen for a quick chat. I had a feeling she was demanding info on Tony to see where he fit into whatever she had in mind.
The temperature in the room seemed to rise when they returned. My wife shot me a devious look, and sug gested that after Brock and Tony moved the treadmill, they could enjoy the hot tub on our back deck to soothe their aching muscles. When Tony objected, “Oh, I don’t have a suit,” she explained that we don’t allow bathing suits in the hot tub anyway—too much detergent, and all.
While the guys went to work on the treadmill, Caro line went to work on me. My semi-hard cock twitched at her touch, as she asked, “Ooh, what do you want?”
“You know me, always up for anything,” I said. “I see you like our new friend.”
“He’s nice,” she said. “We’ll see. You still want to watch me, don’t you? I’ve got something in mind.”
She hurried upstairs, and for a while I heard furniture being moved around, then quiet talking, then silence. I thought I heard a soft moan or two, a few giggles. Fifteen minutes passed before Caro line strolled downstairs, clad only in a towel and holding a pair of pretend handcuffs. She told me to lean forward, then cuffed my wrists.
“All you’re going to do today is watch,” she said. “You won’t do anything but what I say. Understood?” Then she pulled my pj bottom down to my thighs, just above my brace, baring my hardening cock. “Now of course you aren’t going to be touching yourself either! But be good, and maybe I’ll take care of you later.”
What a woman! I hadn’t even thought of the handcuff touch, and the extra level of frustration it would cause me, watching my wife have raunchy sex with two men without being able to tend to my own needs.
Soon Brock and Tony came downstairs, naked and holding their towels, so I could see their near-erect members. With bewildered smiles they told me how amazed they were at their good fortune. Which left me wondering just how much good fortune they’d already had upstairs!
They all slipped into the hot tub, which was mostly out of view from my seat on the couch. I saw Brock in one corner, but the rest was left to my imagination. They seemed to be chatting for a while. Then it looked like Brock was just watching. After a time he moved out of view, and I imagined them sitting together, doing any number of things. For quite a while I couldn’t see anything, until I saw Brock get out of the tub and come into the kitchen. With his cock hard, he walked smiling to the fridge for more drinks.
He came in the den and with his erection in my face said, “Caroline says you’re to suck my cock while she gets to know Tony better. She also said not to hesitate.”
I didn’t. Brock had introduced me to bisexual play years before at my wife’s request. It was her fantasy to see two men going at it. He and I had only ever done oral, and he was better at it than most women, so I was comfortable with him. And besides, I wasn’t exactly go ing anywhere. I didn’t mind playing the submissive for a day, and opened my mouth and took Brock in, giving him the best suckjob I could. Thank fully he’s small, because he was soon fucking my mouth fully.
“I’ve really missed being with you two,” he said as he pumped me. “Can I shoot off in your mouth?” Mum bling that he could, I braced myself just in time for his ex plosion in my mouth. It didn’t taste too bad! He kept himself inside until I swallowed. I wasn’t sure if that was his idea or part of his instructions. Either way, we both enjoyed it. His breathing finally slowed, and he withdrew, thanking me for a fine suck. He peered over his shoulder and, not seeing anyone, gave my big boner a few good tosses before going back outside.
Caroline and Tony got out of the tub and they all came inside. They dried off, leaving their towels in a pile, and she told Brock and Tony to sit on the couch in the next room. Now, from 15 feet away, I would be able to see everything.
Caroline came over and sat next to me. She gave me a deep kiss, no doubt tasting the fruits of my labor, and said, “My, haven’t you been busy? Still having fun?”
I assured her I was. She checked to make sure I was still handcuffed, then stood up and walked slowly toward her lovers in the next room. She sat between them, and they kissed her mouth and her breasts, progressing to caressing her knees and her inner thighs. Their hands explored every inch of her flesh, and she recip rocated by cuffing their stiff cocks. I was impressed to see Brock already “up” for action again!
When they reached Caro line’s freshly shaved mound she welcomed them in, first just spreading to their touch, then draping her knees over theirs. She moaned as their fingers penetrated her folds. I didn’t know until later that Tony had partially fucked her in the hot tub, which helped explain why she was so hot. Her hips rolled toward him, impaling her on his fingers. She sucked him into a long, deep kiss of approval.
My cock twinged!
Tony stood, apparently wanting more than a hand-job. He presented Caroline with his thick, dark snake, and she smiled knowingly, then wrapped her lips round his head. She gave him a few good sucks, brush ing her hair aside so he could watch. Without breaking her rhythm, she pointed Brock toward her crotch, leaving no doubt that it was time for him to earn his keep.
He wrapped her legs around his thick neck and deftly worked his tongue between her pussy lips. She expressed her appreciation of his talents by pulling at the back of his head, then leaning back to fully enjoy. “Yeah, baby,” she cooed, “lick that pussy good. Suck it right!”
Tony needed to move onto the couch to work his tool back into her mouth. Caroline sucked vigorously and played with his balls. As often happens, though, her mouth eventually grew tired, and she took a break. She kept tugging at Tony’s slobbered pole, but didn’t take it back in her mouth.
“Thank you, that was nice,” she said to Brock as she gently pushed him away from her. “Why don’t you stand up for a minute?” He did, and she took the whole of his cock in her mouth. She could never do that with me, and didn’t try with Tony. Brock had the luck to be an easier fit, so he got to experience the full effect of her technique. He moaned a good deal in appreciation. Then Caroline rewarded my eyes by sucking the men alternately. The sight of those three naked bodies doing what they were doing would have surely made me shoot off—had I only been able to touch myself. No such luck!
Caroline had Brock sit on the couch, then straddled his lap. He guided what he had to her opening, and I watched it disappear easily inside her. They kissed, and she rode him slowly, with him grabbing her ass cheeks to guide her. As she leaned forward onto his chest, I saw his cock glide in and out of her, as well as the tight pucker of her asshole.
For a while Tony just watched and played with himself. Then he gave in to the opportunity before him to lick his finger and play with Caroline’s ass while it bounced on Brock’s thighs. Brock couldn’t resist stuffing as much of her breasts as he could in his mouth. She enjoyed this very much, and said, “Mmm, you’re making me feel really good. I want to be fucked like this all day.”
Inspired, Brock thrust his cock up over and over, slap ping his large thighs against hers until he couldn’t hold back and grunted that he was going to come.
My wife urged him on. Forcing him in as deep as he would go, she shouted, “Gimme that fucking load!” His legs tightened and his hips lifted skyward as he launched everything he had into her with a series of blast ing grunts. As his climax sub sided, she rode him gently until she had milked him of all his seed.
They kissed some more, and after a little settling down, Caroline rose up off of Brock and walked back into the den, bringing with her the smell of fresh sex. She kissed me deeply. Though her mouth had just been filled with two other men’s cocks, her passion overwhelmed the awkwardness of the taste. “Enjoying the show, baby?” she said.
She didn’t need any more answer than my engorged pole. When she placed her leg over me, so her come-soaked pussy was over my middle, I thought she was about to give me release. Instinctively, my hips shot up. But her hands pushed down on my stomach, deny ing me entrance. “Uh-uh,” she said, explaining that she wasn’t done with me or our guests yet. I sighed.
She grabbed my shaft and dropped down just enough for my cockhead to part her folds, then rubbed it slowly between them, coating it with Brock’s come. Though I still got to feel her warmth and wetness, she was teasing me by using me to clean herself up. Maybe she was marking her territory, or may be just saying, “I got this from another man.” Any way she meant it, it was wicked.
She rose up, leaving me in a puddle of sticky cream. She dried her hand on my stomach and turned to find herself in the arms of Tony. They hugged and kissed like I wasn’t there. Tony rubbed her back and ass. He must have squeezed too hard, because she groaned and smacked him on the ass.
“Oh, yeah?” he joked, giv ing her a light spank. When she purred, he spun around and bent her over me, her tits dangling inches over my erection. He gave her a few light cracks on her bare bot tom, adding heat as she re acted favorably. She looked me in the eye and moaned. Since she only likes to be spanked when she’s close to orgasm, I knew she wasn’t just putting on a show.
Tony pressed his cock slowly in my wife’s pussy from behind. The expression on her face told me she had found a good lover. He imme diately picked up his pace, and had himself completely in her in just a few strokes. As she pushed back against his thrusts, he said, “Damn, girl, that pussy’s wet!”
“You like my pussy?” she shot back. “Yeah? It likes you too. Oooh, fuck it good! I need a good, hard fuck!”
Knowing now that she wasn’t afraid of his size, Tony really drove into Caroline. Their bodies slapped, and she moaned loudly. They settled into a decent pace, and she looked at me long enough to ask, “You like what he’s doing to me?” I nodded. “Yeah? I think he’s going to make me come.”
Her C-cups swayed as he thrust. After a while she moaned that she needed to stop for a moment. “I need to switch,” she said. “I want to do something before I come.” Tony slowed, but gave her a few extra pumps before letting his cock slide free of her warm cunt.
Seeing his long, thick cock explained why she was enjoying herself so much. As she walked to the other side of the bed, he shot me a sly smile and said, “Damn, you’re a lucky man! Don’t worry, I’m going to take good care of her.”
Caroline climbed up on the opposite corner of the bed, laid on her belly her favorite position and spread her legs slightly, with her ass pointed in my direction. Tony took his cue to roll in behind her again. She lifted and spread her ass cheeks and cried, “Stick that big cock in me again.” He did, happily.
This time I could see it all. Tony threw a leg over Caro line’s and guided his shiny cockhead back be tween her labia. He adjusted his body for the best angle and in one thrust buried himself. She let out a quick moan. For good measure he gave another push and held it in deep. She gasped again. “That’s it,” he said as she opened up. “I’m gonna make you come so hard, you’ll want this shit every day!” I could only dream!
He backed out slightly and slowly gave her all of his length again, then did it several more times, shifting his hips to hit different areas inside her. Before long she had welcomed his full shaft, and he picked up speed. He had her moaning louder than I ever heard her.
Brock, fully hard again, knelt in front of Caroline’s face, hoping she would let him fill her mouth with his cock. She purred, “What do you want, Brock? Does your wife still not suck you right?” Then she asked me, “You think I should, honey? You want to watch me do what Brock’s wife won’t do?”
Shocked and thrilled by the way she was controlling both of us, I nodded. “Tell me what you really want,” she said, goading me to con fess my true desires.
“I want to see you come hard for Tony,” I said, “and to swallow Brock’s load.” My wife is not known to swallow, so I was reaching, but hey, it couldn’t hurt to ask!
She answered by taking Brock in her mouth, pulling his ass cheeks until her nose was buried in his pubic hair and having him fuck her mouth. All this time Tony was giving her his best. He had moved up on the bed, with his legs wrapped completely over hers, and he began in earnest giving her the fucking of her life. Even tually she had to pull Brock’s cock out of her mouth to say, “Oh yeah, fuck me with that thing! I need to come. Are you close?” She likes the intensity of mutual orgasm and only asks that question when her floodgates are about to open.
Tony said indeed he was, and picked up his thrusting to breakneck speed. Caro line’s ass slapped loudly against his flesh, and they both moaned and gasped. He hunched over her, transferring his weight to his hips, then asked if she wanted him to come inside her.
“Uh, yes!” she blurted out. “Holy shit! Come inside me!” This turned into a series of lengthening screams as he brought her over the edge. His ass clenched, and his body went stiff. A few more last tension-wrought thrusts and he emptied his balls in her with yells of his own. She grabbed the sheets, curled her toes and screamed ob scenities as her body went taut and waves of pleasure crashed over her.
My boner was pulsing in the breeze, begging to be stroked. Tony’s body finally relaxed, and he sat up, with his cock still deep in Caro line. They were bathed in sweat and their juices.
“You did it to me!” she cried. “It was amazing.” She tugged weakly at Brock’s cock, still pointing at her, throbbing. “Get back there, Brock!” she said. “I’ve got another one still up there. I need you to fuck it out of me!” She meant another orgasm. It wasn’t unusual for her to use her vibrator to squeak out a lesser second orgasm after an especially good one. But today she had a real cock in reserve!
She quickly rolled over on her back to let Brock mount her. As he began to pump into her, she told Tony to pull and suck on her nipples roughly. She wouldn’t be denied any pleasure today! With Brock’s big body covering her, she spread her legs fully and drew her knees up, then wrapped her legs tightly around him. She told Tony to suck and squeeze her electric nipples even more, then settled in for the final lap, digging her heels into Brock’s ass to direct his thrusts. “Yeah, keep doing that! Both of you!”
As she peaked again, she grabbed a handful of Tony’s hair and locked him to her breast. She used her heels to pull herself up into Brock’s downward thrusts, knowing exactly where to make his hardness grind effectively in her. Brock held her around her waist, which was floating off the bed, and cried, “Oh, you’re ripping my cock off!”
She shot back, “You love it! Shut up and fuck me!” As she exploded, her pussy clenched around Brock’s shaft and he blew too.
As the torrents passed, Caroline gave them each a series of long embraces to thank them. Brock eventually rolled off to her side. Tony offered to bring her a towel to clean their blended come from her pussy. She thought, then surprised all of us by saying, “Actually, why don’t you help my husband over here? He can do it. Can’t you, honey?”
I nodded, and was carefully pulled over between her thighs, with my head positioned over my wife’s sticky crotch, with my hands still cuffed, and set about giv ing her my best. While she held me tightly to her cunt, I swallowed my sexual nourishment for the day.
My new mistress said, “Yeah? You like watching me get my brains fucked out?” I mumbled that I did. “I like it too,” she said. “In fact, I like watching you not being able to do anything about it either!” I kept licking, suddenly resolved to show her I could please her any way she wanted. I tried to tell her that, but she said, “Don’t stop! I’ll tell you when you’re done!”
I’m still recovering.—R.H., Concord, New Hampshire
