Faithful readers, I hope you enjoy this tale of an evening with my ex-girlfriend and her husband. As always, feedback and comments are welcomed at tommy922@hotmail.com. Enjoy!
Dinner with Kelly & Phil:
I was pleasantly surprised to hear her voice on the phone.
"Hey you," she said in her familiar sing-song voice, "I haven't heard from you in a while, so I wanted to say hi and see what's up."
Kelly and I had dated a few years back. The dating part was very short lived and casual, but we remained friends and "fuck buddies" for several years afterwards. Eventually, she called me to tell me that she and met someone special and wanted to make a go of it with him without any troublesome baggage, like having a secret lover on the side. She agreed to meet me once more for a "good-bye fuck" and I told her that I wished her well and that I hoped she would be happy. Of course, I reminded her that if she ever wanted to pick up where we left off, I was only a phone call or an email away.
Since that day, she went on to marry her beau, buy a house, and have a child. We stay in touch with an email once every year or so.
She seemed happy and honest enough in her life. She told me once that she had been up front with her man about her relationship with me, even going so far as showing him some X-rated pictures I had taken of us once. He was OK with it, according to her, because he appreciated her honesty and trusted that I was in the past.
Given our history, I was surprised to hear from her. In my mind, I suspected -- hoped maybe -- that the honeymoon was over and she was in dire need of some dick on the side. I had no idea how close, or how far, I was from the truth.
We played catch up for a bit and talked about our kids, our lives, and our jobs. I asked her how things were going with her husband, Phil. She said that things couldn't be better with them. In fact, she added, that was partially why she was calling.
It seems she and Phil had been talking about their fantasies. One of hers was to have sex with two guys and when she brought it up, Phil was game for it. They both agreed that I would probably be their best bet, since she trusted me, but I had no real connection to their lives, so things would never get awkward with me.
"Umm...here's the thing, though..." she said nervously.
"No," I replied, "He can't video tape it. I don't want to end up on some website one day."
"Oh no, that's fine." She said, "We're not into that. It's just...well...Phil might like to join in."
"Oh yeah?" I said, "So you want to take turns with your two favorite men? No problem at all, hon."
"Well, no...Phil wants to join in."
"Wait, wait," I said, "you mean Phil wants to have sex with both of us?"
"Exactly!" she exclaimed. "Well, not...sex, exactly, but he does want to join in. Maybe give you a hand job or something. Well, OK, maybe I might have talked him into it, but he agreed, so I was hoping that you might...pleeeeeeeeeeeeease..." Kelly always had a way of sweet talking her way into getting her way. She had done with her husband and now she was doing it with me. I found myself wishing I hadn't told her about my experimentation with guys back in college.
"Alright," I said, "but don't get any crazy ideas, you hear me?"
"Oh thank you, baby!" she yelled into the phone, all giddy and excited, "I knew you would do it for me!"
So that was it. We agreed to meet a few days later for dinner and drinks so Phil and I could meet and get comfortable with each other. Afterwards, we'd head back to their place for some more wine and, if everyone was still comfortable, to get down to business.
The night in question we met at an expensive steak house near the beach. Dinner was delicious and the wine flowed freely. Phil seemed nice enough. He came off as a little nervous at first, but he relaxed pretty quickly as dinner went on. He was nice looking enough. He was about 5'6" and stocky with dark hard and kind of a baby face.
After dinner, we went to their house and opened another bottle of red. Kelly disappeared for a bit and Phil and I sat in their living room talking about the news, the weather, and football as if nothing unusual were going on. In fact, the whole night, nothing had been said about why we were all together. Nothing at all.
After a bit, Kelly returned and topped off everyone's glasses. She walked back towards the hallway and paused. "Well," she said, "would you boys like to join me?"
We kind of shrugged, picked up our glasses, and followed her to the master bedroom.
The master bedroom was nice. The luxurious king-sized bed dominated the center of the room and lit candles flickered on the night stands and across the top of the mahogany dresser. Kelly had the lights dimmed to almost nothing and Dave Matthews played on the surround sound.
She stepped into the bathroom and Phil and I began to cautiously undress. As I draped my slacks over a chair in the corner, Kelly returned. She was naked and I could see in the flickering candle light that she was just as beautiful and sexy as ever. Clearly, she still went to the gym four or five times a week.
She went to Phil and kissed him passionately, then whispered something in his ear. She stepped gracefully around the bed and kissed me deeply. "Thank you for this," she said softly.
Phil was stocky and clearly worked out as often as Kelly. Flat stomach, round shoulders, and a good sized arms; he had dark hair spread across his wide chest and down his stomach. The tone of his skin and the dark hair gave him a vaguely Italian appearance -- maybe Greek. His body hair wasn't as thick and full as you'd expect from someone whose ancestors probably fished the waters of the Mediterranean Sea, so I suspected he probably shaved it from time to time, or at least trimmed it up with clippers. As he finished undressing, he revealed thick and muscular legs and an average sized cock nestled in very short, well-groomed pubes. He was cut and obviously shaved his large, round balls. I guessed he was still a little apprehensive about the night because he was just shy of half-mast...a difficult feat in the presence of Kelly naked.
I suppose you'll want to know about me, right? Well, I'm around five foot, eleven and just under two hundred pounds. I have dirty blond hair, smooth tanned skin, and a toned body that is the result of twenty years of racing triathlons. My cock is just over seven inches, cut, and thick and I shave off all of my blond pubic hair except for a thin strip at the top. Unlike Kelly's apprehensive soul-mate, I was rock hard.
Phil and I joined Kelly on the bed, climbing on from both sides and meeting her in the middle. We took turns kissing her as we caressed her smooth, warm body and played with her tits. I felt her reach down and begin to stroke my cock, but I couldn't tell if she was doing the same for Phil. I ran my hand across her flat and taut stomach and wasted no time reaching down and starting to play with her pussy. She lay back on the bed and I shifted around to start eating her out. As I did so, I saw Phil shifting up the other way and putting his now hard cock into her mouth.
As my mouth met her clean-shaven snatch, I remembered how much I always enjoyed going down on her. Her snatch was always clean and fresh. That hadn't changed in the time since we'd been together. I felt her clit swell as I flicked it with my tongue and licked her wet, swollen lips. Her pussy juices smeared my mouth and chin as she grinded her hips and pushed her pussy onto my face. When I looked up at her, I saw that her moans were muffled by Phil's cock, which she was vigorously deep-throating. That was one thing I remembered clearly about Kelly -- she was a true artist when it came to the art of sucking cock. Not only was she good at, but she enjoyed it.
I tongued her pussy some more and pushed her hips up a bit so I could lick her asshole. That got a reaction out of her, as she pulled her husband's cock from her mouth long enough to mutter, "Oh yeah, baby, just like that..." I probed around with a fingertip; one thing I never managed with Kelly was anal. No matter how I begged, cajoled, or manipulated, she always insisted that my dick was too big and that she wasn't going to play. I guess the compliment was good for offsetting the rejection.
I fingered her a bit while I went back to eating her pussy, but she pushed my head away. I slid back as she shifted herself around and got on all fours facing me. She kissed Phil and asked him to fuck her good. While Phil mounted her from behind, I moved to her front and slid my cock into her waiting mouth and began to mouth fuck her. Eventually, I picked up a good rhythm -- basically just reacting off Phil. Soon enough we were both shoving our hard cocks into Kelly in a synchronicity.
Not knowing Phil very well, I found it a little awkward to be facing him as we plowed his wife. If we were friends, I might have ventured a high-five his way, but this was his wife's face I had my cock in. You never know how a man is going to react in that situation. We went at her for a while and then she switched up again. Now I was plowing that sweet, sweet pussy while she took Phil into her mouth for a second time. I was starting to feel like I might be ready to cum in a few minutes, but it wasn't meant to be. Kelly pulled the plug on us too soon.
She pulled away from us and dropped back into a reclining position against the head board. Sweat glistened across her taut body and she was ever so gently playing with pussy.
"I think you boys have had enough fun for now," she said playfully, "what happened to MY show?"
It took us both a second, but then the light bulbs lit up. "Oh," I said, "you mean..."
"Yesssss..." she said with an evil grin and a wink. She pointed at each of us and then flicked her wrists so her fingertips tapped each other.
Phil and I looked at each other and then back at her. "You want me to..." I stammered, "or Phil, or..."
"Uh uh," she replied with a giggle, "I'm not telling. You guys just do it."
We looked at one another again and I shrugged. Phil swallowed hard and it seemed like he was reconsidering his part in this dirty little deal. I was under the impression from talking to Kelly that Phil either wanted to, or had agreed to, go down on me. Now, he wasn't looking so sure. Sensing his apprehension and not wanting to prolong this awkward moment, I said fuck it.
"You want me to start? Would that make it easier?" I asked Phil. He muttered a nervous agreement and I told him lay down on his back. He did as he was told and his breathing seemed to pick up.
I positioned myself between his legs and took ahold of his cock. He flinched a tiny bit as I did, but he relaxed again right away. I could see Kelly's eyes light up with delight and her smile widen. She loved this. I started giving Phil's cock some slow and gentle strokes. I told him that if he got nervous or didn't like something, he should just say so and we could stop, or slow things down for him. He agreed.
I winked at Kelly as I lowered my mouth to her husband's cock. In the candlelight I could see it still glistening with her saliva. My tongue slid slowly out between my lips as I prepared to lick the head and...
"Wait, stop!" exclaimed Kelly.
Phil and I both looked surprisingly towards her with wondering expressions.
"Wait," she insisted, "This is my fantasy, right?" Phil shrugged and mumbled in the affirmative.
"OK, then," she said with a wicked smirk, "I want to see you guys kiss first!"
I think at this point we both looked at her like she was crazy. Phil spoke first. "Now, wait a second, baby..." he protested.
She crossed her arms in defiance. She wasn't having anything to do with it. No matter what Phil said, she wouldn't budge. He resigned himself to the inevitable.
We knelt on the bed facing each other with the giddy and anxious Kelly sitting against the headboard to our side. Clearly I was more comfortable with this than Phil, so I went ahead and initiated. I put my hands up on his muscular upper arms and pulled him forward as I leaned into him. I slid my hands up along his arms and shoulders until I cradle his head and jawline in my hands, closed my eyes, and let my lips drift to his. As our mouths met, I felt him tense up again but he quickly relaxed and started to kiss back. He reached up and held my waist and pulled me into him. Our tongues met and explored each other and soon we were into a full-on make out session with each other as our hands drifted across each other's bodies.
My hands felt his vast and hard chest as I broke away from his lips and kissed his neck. Following his neckline onto the hard landscape of his pecs, I flicked his nipple with my tongue before continuing south. Without my prompting, he lay back again and I kissed his taut abs. Again I paused, this time to lick his navel. As I did so, I could feel his hard cock prodding my neck and chin as if inviting me back down. Kelly moaned her approval and, from the corner of my eye, I could see she was vigorously working her clit with her fingers.
Back where I was a few minutes ago, I rubbed Phil's strong thigh with one hand as I stroked his thick cock with the other. On the bright side, he felt a lot more relaxed after our little make out session. Maybe that was what he needed to prompt him to let go of his hesitation and enjoy this.
Dispensing with the foreplay, I swallowed his cock head in my mouth and began sucking. His pre-cum mixed delightfully with Kelly and my saliva as I lowered my head onto his hard, veiny meat. His hand on the top of my head assured me that he was enjoying my work. I sucked him with wild abandon, then dropped further south to work his balls into a nice lather. I made a mental note to have Kelly get him to shave if we decide to do this again someday. His balls were nicely sized and trimmed well, but I still prefer the clean-shaven look.
Phil was clearly both comfortable with the experience and ready to take over because he gripped my hair just hard enough to pull me off his balls and push his cock back into my mouth. After that, there was no question in my mind how fast he wanted me to bob his knob or how much of it he wanted me to swallow because he would either push my head down on him, hump himself into my face, or both. I remember Kelly once telling me that Phil knew what he liked in bed and wasn't afraid to get it. I could see, or feel really, that she was spot on.
Since I was kind of on auto-pilot now, I reached up and ran my palms across his flat stomach and along the sides of his hips. He had a firm, smooth ass and it was a pleasure to grab onto. Phil shifted around and pushed me back a bit. He got up onto his knees and I backed up to where I was on all fours, now sucking him off doggie-style. Kelly moved over and joined him on her knees and soon it was her hand guiding my head.
I looked up as best I could and I could see her making out with Phil, whose arm was now around her waist hold her close to him. She looked down at me and smiled. "Mmmmmmmm..." she said seductively to Phil, "He is a nice little cocksucker, isn't he?"
"Mmmm hmmmmm..." he replied.
Rubbing my hair, she said, "That's it, baby. You suck my man off good."
We stayed like that until Phil began to tense up. That hadn't taken long, but then again, he was on his second blowjob .
"Mmmm..." Kelly said mischievously in my ear, "now I have a special surprise for you, lover!"
As Phil neared his climax, she told him...ordered him...to cum on my face. I really didn't mind, though. I was pretty horny at this point and up for just about anything. As I felt Phil's hips buck harder and his cock began to swell up, he pulled my head back and held his cock in place to blow his load across my mouth and face.
"Say cheese!" exclaimed Kelly. In the split second before Phil sprayed me with his thick and hot love juice, I saw Kelly pointing her digital camera down at me like some sex-crazed paparazzi. Suddenly, my world view was obscured by ropes of thick cum mixed with the flashes from Kelly's camera.
Phil came a lot too. I felt (and saw) the first rope of goo shoot across me diagonally and splash me from my cheek, across my nose, and up along my forehead...maybe even into my hair. The second blasted my cheek and doused my right eye. The rest, another three or four, landed harmlessly across my cheeks, lips, and chin with a few salty globs making it into my mouth. I felt some run down my neck as Phil pushed his spent, but still half-erect cock into my mouth where I milked him off the little bit he had left.
When I swallowed what was in my mouth and let him loose, I looked upward, still blinded in one eye. I heard Kelly tell me, "Now lick your lips big for me, you little slut!" I saw more camera flashes as I made a show of licking the thick blasts of cum from my lips and swallowing that too.
I made good sport of it because I knew where this was camera pay was coming from. Years earlier, I had convinced Kelly to let me take pictures of her while we were in bed. She agreed, but she was never a fan of letting guys cum on her face. In fact, she found it downright unpleasant. Of course, I didn't want to take no for an answer and cajoled her until she gave in. Like a trooper, she sat through me sliming her face with my cum so I could take a couple of dozen digital pictures of the event. Now she had her payback.
Thankfully, Phil felt mercy for me and handed me a towel because Kelly was busy scrolling through her latest blackmail material. Later in the evening, all three of us checked out her pictures. They did, by the way, prove my suspicions correct: Phil's first blast made it well into my hairline -- it was quite impressive.
After I stepped away to the bathroom to clean up, I returned to find Phil going down on Kelly. She smiled slyly at me and gestured over to her. She kissed me deeply and whispered her thanks into my ear. She also assured me that the pictures would be her secret. I was glad now that I had never shared my pictures of her with anyone else.
I knelt beside her and sucked my dick. I ran my fingers through her silky hair as I slowly ground my hips into her face. She had always been turned on immensely by giving head. I think she enjoyed giving head as much as she enjoyed getting it; so I could only imagine how exciting tonight was for her with multiple opportunities to give blowjobs and get eaten out at the same time.
I enjoyed it, but I couldn't help but wonder if Phil was going to take a turn on me. I knew it was his first time with another dude, so I wasn't going to push the issue. Let him take baby steps until he's comfortable.
Kelly started grunting and bucking her hips in a way that was oh so familiar to me. I knew she was getting ready to cum. She kept sucking me off for as long as she could, but within moments she had to let me loose because her grunting and shouting became too enthusiastic. She always came like it was first and last time. It was quite a turn on to watch. She bucked her hips violently and screamed to the ceiling. Then, just as suddenly, she flopped onto the bed spent; soaked in her own sweat and looking borderline comatose.
Phil was still nuzzling her pussy gently as she lay exhausted. I wasn't sure if would still accept physical contact between us now that he had cum. I said fuck it and took a chance. I placed my hand on his back and rubbed him, squeezing his neck in a soft, one-handed massage. He reached over and rubbed my stomach with his hand -- a good sign. I took the opportunity to lie back on the bed next to Kelly. With my cock only a few inches from his head, I hoped Phil would take the bait as it were. He did.
He slid over and took me into his mouth. He sucked me off for a few, short minutes. He was awkward and stiff but he did a pretty good job. A tribute, I imagine, to the innate sense of what feels right that men and women both seem to display when they get together sexually with members of their own gender. I could tell he wasn't a hundred percent comfortable, though, and he stopped after a few minutes.
He climbed back onto Kelly and kissed her. He reached down and guided himself into her...he was hard again and ready to go. She resisted playfully and pushed him away. She protested that she was just too sore and tender from cumming and it would be too painful to fuck. Not now, she said.
Phil looked disappointed, but undeterred. He kissed her softly and assured her it was fine. It was very romantic to watch. Then Phil turned to me with a look in his eye like I was a bird and he was a hungry cat.
"Well?" he asked hungrily, "What about you?"
"What about me?" I said dismissingly.
"We've come this far," he said, as he climbed from Kelly to me, "How about we go all the way?"
Kelly jumped to my defense. "Baby," she insisted, "just wait a few minutes and I'll fuck your brains out, ok?"
"C'mon, baby," he said, "you set this whole thing up, right? I need to fuck and I bet your boyfriend here...our boyfriend...would love to help."
She looked at me as if waiting for my yay or nay before answering her husband. I just shrugged. "Fuck it," I said, "in for a penny, in for a pound, right?"
I was initially going to say no because I'm not much of a bottom, but I have to admit that Phil had such a sexy and irresistible look in face that I found myself having to change my mind and give in. I was starting to see how he landed Kelly as a wife.
He went to his end table and pulled out a couple of condoms and a small tube of gel and handed it to Kelly. She asked me if I was OK with this and I assured her that I was. I got on all fours and she applied some of the lube to my backside and slid her finger in and out a bit. Once Phil had his condom on, I took the lube from Kelly and kissed her. I turned around and kissed Phil as I slathered his hard cock with more lube. He kissed me back stroked my cock with gentle and caring hands.
I got back down on my hands and knees and Phil began to mount me. Climbing in between my legs, he positioned himself. Kelly knelt beside me facing him and spread my ass cheeks for him and helped guide him in. I tried to relax as his fat cockhead spread my asshole open. He stayed there and let my hole relax and loosen up, and then he pushed forward gently until he was all the way inside me. I gasped a little and took rapid, deep breaths to help me loosen up even more. Kelly leaned over and whispered in my ear, asking if I was doing OK. I assured her that I was fine. Phil pulled back slowly and paused. He pushed himself back into me. He did it again and then again, with less of a pause each time until he was slowly and rhythmically sliding his full hardness in and out of me.
Kelly fell back onto the bed and started making out with me. I could see this was very exciting for her. She shifted up so I could suck on her beautiful tits while her husband pounded me from behind. He fucked really well, slowing down and speeding up as needed. I didn't really have to tell him anything. It was as if he was a natural lover, sensing when I needed less and when I could take more.
He pulled out completely and teased my hungry asshole with the head of his cock. He pushed it in a half inch or so, only to deny me and pull it back out. He did this two or three times until I was forced to look over my shoulder and beg for what I needed.
"No, no, Phil," I pleaded, "stop teasing me, baby. I want you to fuck me."
He complied by slamming my ass hard with every throbbing inch of his pulsing rod. I cried out and started to grunt with each thrust into my insides.
Phil followed my lead and started to grunt and moan with each push. Sweat dripped from my forehead onto Kelly while Phil's sweat ran down his chest and arms as he jackhammered me. We continued to grunt in unison as Kelly watched.
I started to cum, splashing my load onto Kelly and onto their sheets. She reached down and grabbed a dollop on her fingertip and looked at me seductively as she sucked her finger clean.
Phil grunted harder and pounded me faster. For the second time tonight, I felt his cock swell up in anticipation of its release. His hands gripped me harder and he pounded me faster until he finally pushed one last, cataclysmic thrust up inside me and held me to him as he drained his balls inside me and then flopped his chest onto my back, exhausted.
We stayed like that for what seemed like an eternity and then I felt him pull out and step away from the bed and into the bathroom. I flopped forward, sore and exhausted with Kelly kissing my face and neck and running her hand through my wet hair. I pulled her close and she drew the sheet over the top of us.
I vaguely remember Phil climbing into the bed on the other side of Kelly as I drifted off to sleep.