First it was double dating. Then they started playing. One game led to another, thanks to "strip poker" clothes came off, then bodies got painted, and then they started putting on nude shows for each other. First it was the girls with each other, and then...
Lyon... Her Best Friend's Husband First Encounters of a Close Kind by Bill Fore (b4@earthlink.net)
We'd been married for almost two years. Without saying anything to each other, I think we both knew the marriage was a bad mistake. Shirley was a really nice girl but I'd lost my attraction for her and she knew it.
We were both just over 24. We'd met at the gym. I had been looking for a girlfriend who had a good bod and wasn't into smoking and drugs. Shirley seemed like exactly what I wanted... pretty brunette, perfect skin, nice face, well built. I guess I was what she'd been looking for, too. Her best friend, Kris, had just gotten married and she didn't want to be an old maid. So... we went together for about eight months and then, almost on a whim, we tied the knot in Vegas with Kris and her husband Daryl in attendance.
I was very tall (almost 6'6"), broad shouldered, narrow wasted, medium length light tan-blond hair, lean and "built." For years my friends had called me "too tall," like the football player, and the high school basketball coach had slobbered all over himself every time he saw me. Weights were my bag, however, and I didn't like playing team sports. A little tennis, racquetball and handball... that was it for competitive sports. I guess my best asset was my personality. I was the top salesman in a big high line computer store.
Shirley was always trying to do something that would jazz up our relationship but nothing much worked. Sometimes, at night, she'd put on some really frilly stuff, have me watch a porno flick, and then she would climb all over me to get me worked up. Don't get me wrong. I wasn't sterile or anything... we'd fuck, but it wasn't the big deal I thought it would or should be.
Shirley's lifetime friend Kris and her husband got a new apartment about a mile from us. They started having us over for dinner about once a week... usually Thursday nights. It was cool because Daryl and I got along really good. He was a salesman, too... much shorter than me, probably about 5'9", a handsome, light skinned mulatto with dark hair and burning dark eyes. Daryl was into weights, too, and we'd first met at the gym. His muscles were perfectly formed, classic, round, probably because of his ethnic genes. I'd heard someone say he was "drop dead gorgeous." He really was!
Dinner was often followed by watching some semi-dirty videos and then openly playing around with each other in the living room with the other couple doing it on the other couch. We always remained at least half dressed because the four of us were together. It was probably a little more stimulating than what Shirl and I did at home.
Kris' 24th birthday arrived. As a lark, Daryl hired a male stripper for our two-couple party. He'd asked me at the gym if I minded Shirley seeing such a thing. "Hell no," I said. The stripper was a hundred bucks and a real dud. He went down to a G-string and wiggled a little suggestively, but the girls both said that Daryl and I were total studs and would have been much better.
We played a little strip poker that night, after getting loosened up on some good wine and Kris' birthday cake. I was lucky. I only lost my shirt, Kris ended up in bra and panties, Daryl was only in his bikini underwear, but Shirley finally lost everything including her panties.
The next time we got together the two women had cooked up some other ideas. They seemed to get into the sexy party scene a lot and so Daryl and I went along with it. After dinner and some drinks, we played strip poker again with the idea that whoever lost would remain that way while we watched a video.
I wasn't so lucky. I was totally naked first, Kris was the second to lose it all, Daryl was the third loser, so Shirley won by having her panties left over. We all laid naked on the floor on a big satin comforter to watch the video, separated only by a few inches. Yes... Shirley got naked, too.
We watched and played around. I noticed that Daryl got a surprisingly large erection. Kris seemed very turned on. Shirley's touching got me boned up, too. Before the night was over we'd all paraded around each other nude, Daryl had unconcernedly gone to the can with his power pole swinging in front of him for all of us to see, and Shirley had even openly licked my seven incher for a few seconds right in front of Kris and Daryl.
Daryl and I saw each other in the gym quite often. He seemed to be more and more cordial and volunteered that our "dirty little parties" (as he called them) were making his sex life a little more bearable. I didn't really know all that he could have meant. I just told him it was a little better for me, too.
Kris and Shirley went shopping at "The Pleasure Store" and came home with some toys, including gold and silver body glitter and some edible body paints. After dinner, the next Thursday night when we got together, we played another game a strip poker. I won again, with Daryl nude first, Shirley second, and Kris third. I still had my shorts on, but Shirley and Kris pulled them off.
After playing around for a while they spread a big plastic "tarp" over the carpet and decided to do some body painting. Since Daryl had lost, Shirley and Kris determined that the all three of us would finger paint him with the gold glitter (because of his skin color). My macho feelings were very strained, but I put some of the paint on his broad back, arms and legs while Kris and Shirley were painting the rest of him.
They shocked me. Both of the women finger painted his whole body from forehead to toes, including both painting his very swollen cock and big round balls. My wife actually touched Kris' husband's hard cock and gonads. I was intimidated and a little shocked, but it also turned me on. I was trying to avoid letting anyone know I was getting swollen, too. When he was fully painted Kris got out the Polaroid and took some pictures of Daryl. He never lost his huge bone and really did look very sensual.
Shirley was next. Daryl stayed in his gold glitter and the three of us painted lots of colorful designs on my wife. Kris said Daryl and I should decorate her boobs and vagina together, so we did. Daryl used his fingers to put lots of shiny bright red paint on the lips of my wife's vagina while I drew circles around her breasts and reddened her nipples. We had her writhing before we'd finished. Kris took some Polaroids of her, too.
Daryl, Shirley and I then decorated Kris in many colors. For some odd reason Daryl did what I had done with Shirley and left it to me to decorate Kris' pussy while Shirley painted her nipples. After some Polaroids were taken of her, it was decided I'd be painted silver.
Daryl was very free in helping to cover me in the glitter, even doing some of the finger painting of my very swollen cock and dangling balls. They all moved their fingers around the rest of my body, but finally came back to the front and center of me. Kris and Daryl finally did all the careful finger painting of my upstanding and very stimulated genitals while Shirley was working over my legs and asscheeks.
We took more pictures. First, just of me... then some very suggestive stuff of Shirley and me, then Kris and me, then the two women, shown hugging and suggestively touching each other, and then... Daryl and me. Shirley even wanted to take a Polaroid of Daryl and me on the plastic "tarp" in a pile, hugging and touching. There were two Polaroids left in the pack. "Come on, you guys, lets get one of you doing what we did. Grab each other's cocks." I was a little shocked but still hard. Daryl didn't seem to mind. The golden handle I touched was very hard, too.
We all ended up washing each other off in their large step- down shower. It took a long time before our naked bodies were totally free of the paint... especially the glitter. We washed the girls first. Then they spent a lot of time washing me, and finally the three of us spent a very long time thoroughly cleaning every crevice on Daryl's stimulated body. I was feeling more free to touch him, since he'd been so free with me. I actually hand soaped another guy's crotch for the very first time in my life.
That night, after the cleanup, both Daryl and I were openly jacked off... him by Kris and me by Shirley.
The next time we got together the girls had more plans. Daryl also had some suggestions. "Look. Forget the damned strip poker game. It's a waste of time. If we're gonna get sexy, let's get to it." We all had a little more than usual to drink that night with our dinner.
They had a video of two women getting it on in their tape library. After we got naked, Daryl put the tape in the VCR and we all watched it. It only took about twenty minutes. After it was over Daryl said that Kris and Shirley should put on a show like the one on the tape. The women hesitated. Daryl said it was natural. Shirley shocked me. "If we do it, then you guys got to do it, too." Daryl looked at me and shrugged. "Hell, what's sauce for the goose is sauce for the gander, I guess. I'm a contemporary dude." I was petrified by the suggestion but nobody asked my opinion and I didn't say anything.
After some more drinks we ended up on the big satin comforter on the floor. Daryl finally got the two women to start touching. It took a while but they finally started kissing and licking each other... lightly at first and then with more and more excitement. They slowly licked each other all around the breasts. After a while, they even licked around each other's pussy a bit before finally fingering each other. Shirley orgasmed first, and then again, just before Kris finally shuddered in climax.
Shirley seemed excited about seeing Daryl and I together. I was absolutely mortified, but Daryl didn't seem to mind. He climbed on top of me as I laid on my back on the floor, and we hugged for a few minutes. I felt his cock growing hard against my stomach, which inspired mine to do the same. Nothing even remotely sensual had ever happened between me and my friends when I was a kid. This was strange and unbelievable.
Daryl's warm, silky smooth body rocked slowly against mine for a while. His cheek laid against my cheek. My skin was so alive I could even feel his pubic hairs against my lower abs. His warm skin touched mine everywhere as he continued the prolonged, light rocking with an added bit of pelvic thrusting.
After a few minutes he raised himself up and started to lick my chest a bit. A few times our eyes would meet and he would reassuringly smile. He nibbled my nipples, then tongue-washed my stomach and gently licked around my throbbing cock. A couple of times he kind of kissed my cock shaft before taking it in his hand and starting to stroke me. His touch was expert. In minutes I started bucking, so he laid back down on me.
I ran my hands over his back and ass. We rolled. I knew it was my turn so I raised up to lick his chest as he had done. I was, for some reason, getting very excited. I licked his nipples, too. They hardened. I licked his stomach. His big, thick throbbing cock raised up against my chin a few times. It was if I'd forgotten I had an audience. I kissed his cockshaft, running my tongue up the vein that ran its length. Then I licked his balls a bit. I was kneeling between his legs. He spread them much wider and raised his hard muscled midsection up off the floor. For a few seconds I licked his inner thighs, under his balls, and then I again ran my tongue up his cockstem. I'd never even dared dream of doing such things in my whole life.
Daryl's foreskin had been intriguing to me, but now it was fully pulled back to reveal his big, crimson cockhead. I should have stopped (actually, before I started), but I couldn't resist momentarily slipping my lips over the satiny crown.
We ended up side by side stroking each other off. Once, I looked over at Shirley. She and Kris were in each other's arms, fondling, watching, and... barely breathing. Daryl's fingers were expert... not the fumbling feelings I experienced when Shirley stroked my bone. Soon I was writhing in spontaneous pleasure. I even had to stop pumping Daryl's cock while my orgasm was starting to peak. I shuddered and trembled as he worked on my love muscle, and I finally bridged my body way off the floor while my torso convulsed and my cum flew.
Daryl ran his hands over the goo on my chest and stomach as if rubbing it in. He waited for a few minutes until I could catch my breath. Then he laid back and I knew it was my turn to pleasure him. It took only a few minutes, while the thick, hard but slightly spongy pole in my hand was manipulated every way I knew how. I fondled his balls, rubbed his inner thighs and lightly touched his lower abs with my other hand, kind of like I would have done to myself at home alone. Daryl moaned, his ab muscles contracted frantically, his body shook, and then I pumped volley after volley of hot cum from his cock.
Daryl and I carefully washed each other in the shower when it was all over. He was very cordial, thanked me for the wonderful feelings, and then gave me a big body-to-body embrace before we dried each other. We returned to the women in the living room. The stereo covered the sounds of our return, and we surprised them. Kris and Shirley were in a hot clinch with their fingers thoroughly diddling each other's hot box.
They seemed shook. Daryl said, "My god, don't stop. It's cool. Really cool." Daryl and I sat together on the couch and watched while they finished. Daryl quickly got another erection, but I was too spent to respond to what I saw the girls doing... until I looked at his lap. Later, Shirley swore to me that she and Kris had never done anything with each other before, even though they'd been best friends since third grade. I said I didn't see anything wrong with it.
Our personal love life was still kind of "blah," but I discovered that if I got a vision of my naked, hard bodied mulatto friend with the uncut eight inch cock, my cut seven incher performed with much more gusto.
Kris and Shirley were reservation agents for the same airline. They sometimes got free tickets. Daryl had a handball tournament over the following weekend in another city. Tuesday afternoon, at the gym, he invited me to go with him. I had to work and couldn't go, since we had a sale on and had just fired another salesman. The idea caused me to do a lot of "what if?" dreaming. Daryl was quickly becoming my very closest friend and the sole object of my totally confused dream life.
That next Thursday night we went to dinner at Daryl and Kris' apartment again and Kris shyly brought up "swapping." Daryl immediately said he thought it was "uncool" and could damage our marriages. "I've got no problem with getting naked, playing around and putting on little shows for each other, like we've been doing, but I think we ought to keep the actual sex stuff inside our marriages." He turned to me. "What do you think, Lyon?" I stammered my agreement. "Yeah. What we've been doing is a little far out, but it's fine. Let's just stick with that."
Later, in the living room after dinner, Shirley suggested that maybe we could "do the couple thing" while the other couple watched. Again, Daryl had a strong opinion. "You know, I think we should just expand on what we've been doing. Kris and I can have sex six other nights a week and so can you guys. The one night we're together should be used for variety. I know that watching you girls play around was real exciting and taught me a lot. I'll bet you could come up with more stuff like that."
Shirley said watching Daryl and me was one of the wildest experiences of her life. Kris agreed. So, that night started with us putting a plastic cover over the carpet and then all rubbing each other with some slippery sex oils. We flipped coins, and I got rubbed first, Kris second, Daryl third and Shirley last. It was extremely arousing, with everybody freely touching all the others everywhere.
Then, Daryl and I sat on the edge of the plastic together while the two girls put on a very uninhibited show. Supposedly (by what they said), they licked each other's pussy and clit until both had some wet and wild orgasms. They must have worked over each other for nearly an hour before it was our turn to provide the entertainment.
Daryl started rubbing me all over with both his hands, his body and his lips. Sometimes we just slithered together, and sometimes we would stimulate each other's hard cocks, but Daryl seemed intent on licking and sucking my body everywhere. I mean, everywhere! After working over my nipples, belly button, inner thighs, and everything in between, he raised my legs to lick my asscrack and tongue me under my balls.
It was an amazing episode, unlike anything else I'd ever imagined, much less experienced. He finally sucked and licked my balls, ran his tongue up and down my pulsing cockstem, and then slipped his hot lips over my cockhead. For about a minute, as his hands held my hot popsicle at it's base, this manly, "drop dead gorgeous" stud sucked my cock as hard as he could while our wives watched. I gave him lots of warning by thrashing, moaning, and telling him I was cumming, but he slurped up every drop of my scalding cum before his lips finally slipped from my pole.
Daryl then slipped up beside me, gave me a huge embrace, and kissed me right on the mouth. In moments our mouths were open and I was tasting my own juices as we wantonly swapped our bodily fluids.
I knew it was my turn to do to him what he had done to me. I had watched our wives uninhibitedly satisfy each other, and I had just been amazingly satiated. I was totally overcome with lust and curiosity for the handsome creature that had just so wonderfully serviced me. I was also totally oblivious to the two women watching. I did everything to Daryl's unbelievable body that he had done to mine. My hands and lips followed his recipe to the smallest detail, finally licking and sucking his asscrack, his balls, and lastly, his big, thick boner. It took only a few brief seconds to get Daryl squirming and thrashing all over the plastic, and then he too, with lots of movement and noise, fed me blast after blast of his hot seed.
It was my first taste of a man's offering. My wife had serviced me before and indicated she'd liked it, but she rarely appeared to want to go back for seconds. I did! I continued to lick Daryl's body in all the strategic places I knew of, and then... with little thought for the reactions or consequences... I returned to lovingly service his throbbing sex. I crawled all over him, licking and sucking, pumping his vibrating cock when my lips journeyed elsewhere, and then quickly returning to feast on his oversized sabre.
Our animalistic experience lasted a long time as we convulsed and writhed together. It must have taken many minutes of servicing Daryl before I sensed that his volcano was again about to explode. His hands were all over my body as I worked beside him. I tried everything my crazed mind could invent in my quest to give this beautiful man his ultimate pleasure. The second load of cream he served me wasn't as copious as the first, but it was just as wonderful.
Again, we collapsed together, laying in each other's arms to regain our strength while our two mates finished their own finger fucking encore with rousing, mewing orgasms.
Daryl and I again showered. We hugged and kissed as we washed each other, with Daryl telling me this was the most exciting sexual experience he'd ever had. As we were rinsing each other off, he knelt before me, took my "stroke-hardened" organ in his mouth and sucked me off to a second explosion.
Three more Thursday nights were almost identical in their conclusions. If anything, our mutual explorations increased in intensity, with both Daryl and I deeply finger-probing each other during our sucking ceremonies. The girls had done a 69 job on each other one night, so Daryl and I tried it, too. He said he'd rather we do it one at a time so we could relax and enjoy the encounter without working so hard to make it mutual.
Then, all hell broke loose. Kris had made a big purchase of some jewelry and other expensive stuff she wanted with their credit cards and had hid it all from Daryl. Kris hadn't made the last payments, the cards were overdrawn, Daryl tried to get some cash and couldn't, and then he'd discovered what she had done and hidden from him. The shit hit the fan!
Kris came crying to Shirley. I was shocked that Shirley sided with her. That pissed me off, since I was sure Kris had been totally wrong. Now Shirley and I weren't speaking either, and there was no dinner and sex party that Thursday night.
I saw Daryl at the gym. As we were commiserating while spotting for each other I kiddingly said, "We ought to let them move in together and do their thing, Daryl. Maybe... let them take your apartment, since it's more feminine, and then we could bunk together." He looked at me for a second, and then he looked at the wall. "Humm. Never thought of that," he said, like I'd dropped a real gem.
We went to the gym juice bar to discuss the crazy idea further. "Shit, Lyon, it's not so crazy from my standpoint, dude." He lowered his voice. "My only real sexual satisfaction comes on Thursday nights with you, man. I've started really digging you." I freely agreed. I'd never dreamed of anything as exciting as what we'd been doing.
So...
Daryl is at work. It's my day off and I'm working at my computer. We're all still married and Shirley and Kris are our friends. We've even patched things up enough so that we might restart our Thursday night escapades starting with dinner at their place. Daryl laughs about that. "You mean we're supposed to pick one night a week to do what we don't do the other six? Boring! I don't know about you, but I'd live a full life and be totally happy if I never fucked a broad again, Lyon."
We've been together about five weeks. It seems like every night we're two crazed animals, wildly making up for the 24 years of our lives when we didn't get naked and nasty with another male. I've been invited into Daryl's body through the back door in a most amazing, greasy, lovemaking episode. I've been sitting here at my desk, naked, fondling my hard and somewhat sore bone while reliving the experience because it happened just last night.
It's scary to think about returning the favor, since he'd go an inch deeper and he's a bit thicker. But... it seemed so exciting for him, and Daryl is so gentle, I think I'm going to try.
Maybe... tonight!
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