Richard and Franco 08
Of Dungeons and Decks
Bi-MMMF
Gay-MMMM
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My name is Richard. I'm 28 years old and and I've lived with my husband, Franco, in La Spezia, Italy for five and a half years now.
I work as an accountant. I grew up and went to college in the U.S.
Since college I lived in Haiti and France, each for eighteen months.
We swing but don't do anything without the other present and consenting.
My husband now, and my lover since I left the U.S. is a Spanish man one year older than me named Franco.
He's worked in hotels and resorts and now he's managing the biggest hotel in town; he reports to the owners in Berlin, and they leave him alone as long as it makes money.
After we had been in our house for two years and owned it for six months, we started to look at the property outside of the house itself.
I won't go into the history but there was a lot of dead grass and weeds.
Since our mortgage payment was less than our rent had been before we became the owners, we had saved up some money and were replacing our first set of furniture, estate sale junk, with more modern and comfortable stuff.
We had two new wells drilled, and ran all of the water through a new softener, and I started talking to Franco about a redwood back deck.
Franco insisted that it needed a pergola for shade from the Spanish sun.
I thought that we needed an outdoor shower.
Franco said that we needed solar panels to heat the water, not just for the shower but to take the load off of the house water heater, and it would make the pergola a better shade.
I thought that there would need to be a brick pad for a grill.
Franco insisted on space for a smoker next to the grill.
We finished the design with another brick pad for a hot tub, though the tub itself would wait.
We talked to an architect and gave him a headache, but he did the drawings.
We got a copy and another went to the provincial government.
That project being on hold, we left for Genoa one Friday after work.
We had my harness and our black leather, um, costumes in a backpack with us.
It was probably 8pm when we checked into a hotel. We had gotten a light supper on the way.
We went to bed early.
The next morning after breakfast, we both got our right ears pierced and got small pearl stud earrings for the first month, and small hoops for after.
At 10am we went to a special kind of club that we found online, and rented a couple of lockers.
Our street clothes and backpack went into these lockers.
When we locked them, Franco and I were wearing black crotchless leather pants and vests, silly black police hats and I was wearing my trusty harness.
We were both barefoot, which may not be part of the scene but we had preferred being barefoot as much as possible since we had met in Haiti.
As soon as we had changed we looked at each other and shared an intense French kiss.
We went to the roof first. Two college-aged boys were sunbathing nude. They were blonde, tanned and circumcised, and holding hands.
They were half-hard and gorgeous.
Franco and I looked at each other. Each of us approached one of the boys. They didn't speak Spanish but all of us knew English.
We asked if we could blow them, and they agreed.
Franco and I started by kissing them and fondling their junk, giving our love to their nipples and then finally taking their beautiful dicks down our throats.
We were both really practiced and these boys were young and virile, so we soon had them coming in our mouths.
We kissed them again, letting them taste their own come, then Franco and I cleaned up the dribble from each others' mouths.
Leaving the boys to their sun worship, Franco and I worked our way through the club. The second floor had rooms with couches, twin beds and TV's showing porn, but no people this early in the day.
The main floor had the entryway, snacks, condoms, lube, showers and the lockers, and a pool, which was also empty.
The only thing left was the basement.
Sorry, this place doesn't have a basement. It had a dungeon.
There was a tall guy with a mustache, who looked straight at us when we came in, and grew a smile. He was dressed in black leather, like us, but he had riding boots on.
Two other guys were there; a white guy was on his knees, wearing a harness like mine and a red jock, was giving a black guy who was wearing jeans and a white tank top a blowjob.
I pointed to a leather and chain swing hanging from the ceiling and told Franco that I wanted to get fucked while I was in that.
Franco thought that was cool. He pointed to a cross with iron manacles and said that he wanted to be clamped into it and teased to a slow climax.
Something in the back of my head told me that we were prospective homebuyers looking at features during an open house.
The tall guy asked if we saw anything that we might be interested in, and we told him that we were looking at the swing and the cross.
His name was "Master". I didn't ask if that was his Father's idea or his Mother's.
"Master" and I first secured Franco into the cross. I saw that the clamps opened like a Grolsch bottle, which seemed prudent.
Master asked if my harness meant that I was the sub in the relationship. I explained that I just felt sexy when I wore it. He was satisfied with that.
I noticed that the other two guys had finished and were taking an interest in us new arrivals.
I asked Franco if he was comfortable. He said that he was, and he couldn't stop smiling. Franco was half erect.
I gave Franco a nice, good French kiss, and stepped back.
Master gave Franco the same kiss but grabbed his balls roughly. Franco tried to make noise but his mouth was full of Master's tongue.
I used my hands to caress Franco from head to toe, giving only a second of attention to his dick and balls.
Master told me to step back for a minute, and did the same thing with a fluffy cat o' nine tails. This was new to us and Franco was moaning and completely boned.
When Master stepped back and looked at his, um, toy collection, I kissed Franco from his forehead, down his whole body to the tops of his feet.
I found a spot to stand to watch while Master stepped up again, this time with a leather flail. I guess it could hurt, but Master was using it gently, caressing Franco just a little bit harder than what my fingers had done. Franco wasn't moaning anymore; he was kind of whining. He retained enough self-control not to beg, but I could tell that he could've easily done so.
Now Master backed off again. I was running out of ideas. I just took Franco's dick in my mouth, all the way down my throat, and then released him.
Master was grinning. He had a butt-plug, I guess average sized, and had put a fresh condom onto it and was lubing the tip. He asked me if this was a good size for my friend.
"We fuck and he's used penis-shaped dildos, but this will be his first butt-plug", I told Master. He nodded and slowly worked the plug into Franco's ass.
Now Franco was becoming vocal, and his penis had started to soften.
The guy in the harness and red jock stepped up and started sucking Franco's dick while Master worked the plug inside. Master had done his job after a couple of minutes and stood back. Another minute later he told the guy in the red jock to stop.
I looked at the black guy; he was erect again, but just looked back at me.
Master looked at me and said, "Finish your friend".
I kissed Franco again, grabbed the butt plug and wiggled it while I gave my husband the best blowjob that I knew how. In about two minutes I was rewarded with a mouthfull of success, and I heard applause behind us.
When I knew that Franco was spent, I quickly unfastened the metal clamps and Franco quickly sat down on the floor, exhausted.
Master spoke first. "While he recovers, let's put you in the swing and get you started.
I followed him, and the guy in the red jock followed me.
The black guy sat next to Franco and started talking to him.
Soon I was in the swing, my bare feet up in the chain links and my ass presented to the room.
Master came around and gave me a French kiss while he roughly grabbed my balls. I think that's his way of saying "hello".
The guy in the red jock put on surgical gloves and started lubing my ass.
I watched Master pull his black leather jock aside. He was hard. Now the guy with the red jock unrolled a condom onto Master and lubed the tip.
"Red" pulled the Master's vest aside, kissed a nipple, and backed away.
"You ready?" asked Master.
"Yes", I replied. That was a mistake.
Master was instantly completely inside my ass; I saw bright lights flash from behind my eyes.
I lost my anal cherry more than ten years before, but nothing had felt like this. I think that a long string of gentle lovers had spoiled me.
I was getting fucked hard, fast and deep right away; there was no slow start or buildup.
When I could breathe and see again, I saw the black guy and Franco watching me get abused, arm in arm. They looked entertained.
Really quickly, when I thought I couldn't take anymore, Master let out something like a sharp roar, stopped moving, and then pulled out about 30 seconds later.
I looked towards Franco. The black guy kissed him and came around to my ruined ass. "Red" put a condom and lube on him, and he was inside me quickly, though not nearly as fast or painful as Master had been.
This time there was a short build-up, and then a fast steady pace began. I saw that Franco was hard again. I remembered that the guy fucking me now had come after we'd entered this room, so I guessed that he would last a while.
He did. It might've been fifteen or twenty minutes before he finished, and he stayed put for about 15 seconds before pulling out.
I thought Franco would be next (and last), but Red had put a condom on himself and he entered me slowly, though he was the smallest guy in the room and his gentle approach was lost on my worn-out ass. He leaned forward as far as he could, and ended up kissing my belly. Franco came to me and gave me a loving French kiss, which I needed at this point.
"Red" was an endurance champion, and I think he went for twenty minutes before he came, and he pulled out and away as soon as he finished.
Franco put a condom on himself, considered the lube, but realized that I was full of it by now, and he entered what was left of my ass quickly. I had no resistance left in me.
Franco went for a long time. I lifted my head to give him a loving look, then dropped my head back down and closed my eyes.
My husband is above-average in size, and the first uncircumcised person that I'd had sex with, but at that moment my ass couldn't feel a thing.
I eventually became aware that Franco was moving faster. I looked back up at him and smiled. He grimaced back and me, and in a little bit he finished.
After he pulled out, my new friends helped me out of the swing.
Franco and I got their names, which I forget now, and we went to the lockers to change.
We spent a couple more hours in Barcelona, checked out of our hotel and headed back home.
As far as the deck we had designed, we had started to wonder if we had only talked to ourselves about it and dreamed about an architect by the time that the approval came.
We hired a general contractor, who hired the masons for the brick parts and solar water and plumbing guys for the rest.
For about three days the work was so disruptive that we stayed in a hotel. I think that all of the work took eight weeks.
Finally, the day came when the contractors had been paid and they were just cleaning up their stuff.
Franco and I rented a van and bought deck furniture, a charcoal grill, charcoal and a couple of big blue workout mats.
That was the freaky moment when I realized that I was trying to re-create Bill's back yard from my childhood and teen years. It should've been obvious.
We also got a cooler; friends and neighbors were invited the next weekend to help us break in the new deck formally.
After we had dropped our purchases at the house, we dropped off the van, and had dinner at a sidewalk cafe in town.
We could try out the grill after work on Monday.
When we got home, the contractors were gone. We dropped our sandals inside our front door, went through the house, grabbing condoms and lube on the way through and then popping out the back door onto the new deck.
Barcelona had been nine weeks ago; we'd been tested twice and that was our rule to return to barebacking.
As soon as we were on our new deck we walked to the new blue gym pad. It's about 8' square.
We started by unbuttoning each other's shirts, and then kissing, tongues and hands furiously busy.
Soon we were naked and had our hands on each other's dicks.
"I want you in me now!", I told Franco, and I dropped onto the blue gym mat, flat on my belly with my legs spread behind me. I was looking out over our back lawn.
Bad move on my part: it was all dead grass.
Franco knew how to take my mind off of it. He lubed me up quickly and jammed his magnificant uncut cock into my ass, where it belongs, quickly.
At some point in the previous weeks my ass had recovered from the wrecking it had recieved at the club in Barcelona.
My body was re-arranging it's inside parts to fit properly to Franco, and his pumping was setting my prostate on fire.
My God, how much I love this man!
Franco hit me just right, though this wasn't supposed to be the best position something different was going on in as he fucked my ass, and it was fantastic.
Maybe it was the new location; I don't remember if we'd even fucked outdoors before. Maybe it was letting go of our experience in Barcelona. It could be that I was having flashbacks to Bill's days behind house when I was a teenager, but nothing then felt like this; we were always gentle lovers then. Franco was giving it to me raw on this day.
I think I was making lots of noise. Eventually Franco started going as deep as he could, as hard as he could, and nobody sustains that for long.
I felt the come in my ass when Franco came; it's a feeling I'll never get tired of.
Eventually we got some soap and towels from inside and used our new outdoor shower to clean up.
We spread out the towels on the gym mat and layed in each others arms as the sun went down and the stars came out.
Finally we went to bed.
The next morning, we came back out and I fucked Franco's ass. This time I had him on his back with a rolled-up towel under his back.
I didn't want him looking at the dried up back yard.
Monday after work we made supper on the new grill.
I caught Franco staring at the pergola beams and I asked him what he was thinking.
"This could hold up a sex swing", he said.
The next Saturday we had friends from work and neighbors, Urban and Victoria over for steaks to formally break in the new deck.
The day after that, Sunday, we had Urban and Victoria over again, but the tone was different, partly because a dozen condom packets were strategically placed around on the furniture, and partly because all four of us were naked three minutes after they had parked their car.
We all four kissed and got some naughty feels first, then Franco paired off with Victoria and me with Urban, and some less awkward French kissing and fondling happened.
I learned as a teenager that more than three people making out gets awkward.
When we broke apart, we spent a little less than one minute discussing tactics, then Urban sat back on a chaise lounge.
Victoria sat on his lap, and Urban put his hands on her breasts. Victoria hung her legs over the armrests.
I got on my knees on the footrest part, and started with my tongue on her thighs and the triangle where her pubic hair would be, though it looked like she'd shaved that morning.
I'd always tried to take my time with then handful of women I'd been with, but Victoria had always been impatient.
I sensed this, not for the first time, and went straight for her labia. She made an approving noise.
After I'd been tonguing her labia for a minute, I got a tap on my shoulder, and I got up.
Franco took my place and I watched him go straight for Victoria's clit.
Now she let out some yelps and her heels were in Franco's ribs. Urban was pinching her nipples and smiling big time.
In less than a minute she told Franco to stop. He got up.
I tossed one pillow each onto our two gym mats; they had been folded up the previous day for the barbecue.
We were patient while Victoria got up, and saw that Urban was erect and probably had been poking Victoria's back for a while.
Victoria picked a mat and put the pillow under her head. Franco started making out with her, but we all knew that she wasn't going to need much foreplay.
I got on my back on the unoccupied mat, and put that pillow under my ass.
Urban put on a condom and got between my knees, took care of lube and was entering my pucker quickly.
I should say now that Victoria and Urban are somewhere between 30 and 35 years old and appear to have a solid workout routine and reasonably healthy diets.
Most of what Franco and I ever knew about them was that they were bi and that they were swingers, which was the most important part of our relationship with them.
Urban did know how to fuck, and he was giving it to me good. His dick was a bit smaller than Franco's, so I think that Urban put a little extra effort forth to make up for it. As for me, I was really enjoying myself.
I could tell from the noises next to me that Victoria was having a good time, too.
When Urban came into the condom, I waited for him to pull out, back away and take care of the used condom, then I got up.
I used a couple of tissues on my ass and threw them in the trash can with the used condom.
Franco was up and had taken care of his condom.
I knew what Urban and I were doing next, but I didn't know what Victoria and Franco were going to do.
As us three guys watched, Victoria went to her big handbag and pulled out a harness and a dildo.
I'd seen a harness before, but this dildo was noticibly bigger than Franco's cock, or anybody's there that morning.
Franco knew that his number was up, and his eyes were really big.
"Assume the position", Victoria said.
Franco got on the mat where Victoria had been, and put the pillow under his lower back.
Victoria already had the dildo strapped to her hips. She was unrolling a condom onto it, and then put lube on the tip and got on her knees to prepare Franco's pucker.
Franco had his feet as close to his ears as he could get them.
Urban and I decided that Victoria had their situation under control, or at least properly out of control.
Urban got down on the mat I'd been on earlier and took my dick in his mouth; it was half-hard by now.
He worked on it for a minute while I watched Franco learn more about the inside of his ass than he'd known before now.
Soon I was fully erect. Urban took his mouth off of my dick and got on his back with the pillow under him.
I put on a fresh condom, lubed myself and Urban, and was an inch inside him quickly.
It had been awhile since we'd swung with Urban and Victoria, and it took me another minute to bottom out, but the look on Urban's face was that of a happy man.
I glanced at Franco and Victoria; she had a good rhythmn going and Franco looked like he was full near his limit now.
I started a slow pace on Urban, watching his face, and decided to try to go for a long haul.
I felt like I was doing okay, and Urban was enjoying what I was doing to his ass, but Franco and Victoria were both making a lot of noise.
A couple of times I caught myself speeding up and I made myself slow back down; this wasn't a race.
It was after Franco and Victoria sounded like they were injured or on fire or getting religion that I decided to let go, and a minute later I dumped what I had into the condom.
I glanced at the Franco and Victoria Comedy Hour, and now they were both on their sides holding each others arms and fighting to get their breathing under control.
Urban had a small, clear pool of come on his chest; the "real" load he'd given to me earlier in the day.
The four of us cleaned up and made good use of the outdoor shower.
We dried off and put some clothes on, staying barefoot, and sat in the shade having iced water with lemon for almost another hour, talking bout nothing and behaving almost like we were normal adults and not an assortment of depraved sex freaks.
Finally, we all kissed parted ways.
Franco and I set aside the abused throw pillows to have them cleaned in town, and used a spray cleaner and garden hose on the gym mats.