AN UNEXPECTED PHONE CALL – CHAPTER 2 By Bob Black (rgb1840@gmail.com) (a new email address}
-- AUTHOR'S NOTE --
I didn't anticipate writing a second chapter to my story, "An Unexpected Phone Call." But after a reader asked if I planned other episodes, I began imagining various ways in which the characters might continue their adventure.
I received several emails after posting the original story -- and I appreciated them all. If you enjoy this story, please drop me a line at rgb1840@gmail.com (a new email address). It's a thrill to hear that my story has excited an erection or two -- and I even received one email from a woman who thanked me for helping her to an enjoyable masturbation session!
Finally, thank you to Nifty for maintaining this valuable archive. I greatly appreciate the many wonderful stories I have found here, and I encourage you to support Nifty by making a donation at http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html.
--Bob Black
A few days after my incredible experience with Margaret, a regular suck buddy of mine named Denny called to see if I was up for a session. Was I ever! Within the hour I was at his front door.
Denny and I had been meeting every few weeks for the past twelve or thirteen years to swap some cum, as the saying goes. And almost every time we met, one of us asked the other, "Had any interesting experiences lately?" Almost invariably, the other has answered, "No -- what about you?"
This morning, when Denny asked, I was ready with the erotic true story of the unexpected phone call from Margaret -- how she had found the message I left on her husband's phone, how she had put two and two together, how my confession that he and I were meeting to suck each other's cock had led to that amazing morning when Margaret and I masturbated together in her living room.
"Holy shit!" Denny exclaimed, his cock fully erect in my hand, mine in his, as we slowly stroked one another. "I'd love to meet this wonderful woman!"
That planted the seed of an idea that began to take root in my thoughts as we undressed, lay on his bed in our usual 69 position, and proceeded to suck one another's cock to completion. Sometimes we cum together, but more often he cums before I do, then finishes me off while I lie back on the bed.
That's what happened this day, him first, then me. After he had swallowed my cum, as I recovered after my orgasm, I said to him: "I haven't talked with Margaret since we got together a few days ago, but I can ask if she's at all interested in a threesome."
We were idly stroking each other's cock as we rested in our post-orgasm bliss.
"Jeez, Bob," he said, "that would be hot! That's one of my greatest fantasies -- MMF threesome!"
I already knew that. Denny and I had had threesomes with another guy on several different occasions, but that was all-male action. I had never actually had sex with a woman and another guy at the same time, and I was pretty sure he hadn't either. We shared that favorite fantasy in common with each other –- and I think with many other men, especially older men like Denny and me.
Later that very day, Margaret did call.
"Hi, Bob," she said cheerily. "I really enjoyed our meeting -- in fact, I think about it all the time! I have . . . masturbated at least four or five times!"
"Me too!" I replied, glad that I was alone in the car, that my wife was not present to overhear this phone conversation. "I don't think I have had so much pleasure in a long, long time as that morning with you!"
"I might like to do it again -- to get together with you again," Margaret said, her tone suddenly more serious. "But I really need to just talk right now. I had no clue that Jim was -- you know, bisexual . . ."
"Well, I don't really know if he was bi, Margaret, or how he considered himself," I said. "We never talked about it, so I really don't know."
"Oh, I understand," she replied, "but -- God, Bob! -- the thought of you and him, sucking each other's . . . cocks! That's so hot! But it's just something I would never have imagined about him."
The thought that had been growing in my mind since trading blow jobs with Denny a few hours earlier suddenly seemed to find an opening.
"It sounds like the thought of two men sucking one another would be very erotic to you, is that true, Margaret?"
"Yes!" she replied. "I never thought much about it before, but since you and I got together, I can't seem to get it out of my mind."
"Well, I've got an idea. Maybe you'll like it."
I told Margaret about my suck buddy, Denny, and that we had been getting together on a regular basis for a long time to share an hour or so of sexual pleasure.
"Denny might be willing to let you watch us suck one another," I suggested, adding, "if you think that's something you'd like."
"Oh, yes!" she exclaimed with no hesitation, then, more cautiously: "But I just want to watch -- I don't think I'd want to do anything myself."
"You wouldn't have to join us, Margaret," I assured her. "You could just watch. Maybe you can imagine it is me and Jim, not me and Denny."
"Yes, I would really like that!"
"But if it turns you on," I added, "I'd sure like to see you get undressed and maybe masturbate while you watch us -- that is, if you want to. That would be really hot, you naked and masturbating while we suck each other!"
"Yes," she said cautiously, "that might be all right. I'm pretty sure I would get turned on, watching you!"
"And I'm sure it would be an extra turn-on for both of us too, seeing your lovely tits and luscious pussy and you masturbating while we suck each other!"
"Yes, that sounds hot to me too!" Margaret agreed, warming to the idea.
"Okay! I'll call Denny and see what he thinks -- but I'm sure he'll say yes."
As soon as I hung up after Margaret and I finished our conversation, I called Denny, who was very excited at the prospect of the much-dreamed-of MMF threesome.
"She says she just wants to watch us, Denny, so no threesome, at least not this time. But she said she might masturbate while she watches."
"That's okay," he replied, "maybe we can all fuck and suck some other time."
"Maybe," I said, "I'd sure like to."
"Tell me again what she's like. You said she has great tits . . ."
"Yes, nice long nipples, like pencil erasers. She's a little younger than we are -- about 60, I'd say -- and in pretty good shape, a nice face, full breasts. And I told you we masturbated together. Wait until you see her pussy -- nice and juicy, with the biggest clit I've ever seen!"
"Oh, man! I can't believe this is about to happen!"
Even though all three of us were eager to meet, we had to wait until three days later because of our schedules. I suggested to Margaret that we could meet at her house, and I was somewhat surprised when she agreed. At the appointed time on a Friday morning, I rang the doorbell at Margaret's house.
"I'm so glad to see you again, Bob!" she said, grasping my hand and pulling me into her living room. "I had such fun when we met last week, and I was so relieved when you said you wanted to see me again -- I mean, you must admit that it was pretty awkward . . . at first."
"I was really delighted that you called, Margaret," I reassured her. "I wish we could have followed up sooner! My cock has been hard ever since the phone rang!"
Margaret embraced me, and I realized it was the first time we had touched one another, other than just to shake hands. My cock, already hard, pressed against her stomach as we embraced.
"Denny's not here yet?" I asked.
As if on cue, the doorbell rang.
"That must be him now," Margaret murmured, opening the door. Denny stepped in and introduced himself to her.
"Well, I don't know about the two of you, but I'm pretty nervous right now," Margaret said shyly.
"Yeah, I've never done anything like this," Denny agreed.
"Well, it will be easier once we get started," I suggested.
"I want to make sure that you know I'm just going to watch the two of you, right? You know, watch while you . . . suck each other off." Though clearly nervous about what was about to happen, Margaret was also matter-of-fact about her boundaries.
"That's right," I said. "I told Denny how you and I happened to meet and how you wanted to just watch."
Margaret looked at Denny, who nodded.
"But I also told him you have our permission to get naked and masturbate, if you get turned on by what you see."
Margaret smiled shyly, and both she and Denny nodded.
After a moment, Margaret suggested, "Well, I'm already pretty turned on -- let's go to the bedroom." Then, with a sudden small smile, she added: "You know where it is, Bob -- you and Jim used the bedroom when you sucked each other's cock."
Denny chuckled, and I smiled back at Margaret, "Yes, I do remember where the bedroom is. Shall we?"
In the bedroom, Margaret watched as Denny and I began to undress. I wondered if she was trying to imagine it was her late husband, Jim, who was getting naked, as he and I had done on several occasions, before that day he suffered his fatal heart attack. My cock was semi-hard and already moist with pre-cum as I stepped out of my underwear, and I could see Denny was as well. Denny and I were about the same height, five-seven, but my cock, at around seven and a half inches long, was a bit bigger than Denny's, at around six inches.
Both now naked, we hesitated but a moment before moving to Margaret's king-sized bed and lying down across it on our sides, in the classic 69 position.
Margaret stood by at the end of bed, still fully dressed, watching us. I saw her lick her lips.
"This is how Jim and I did it, Margaret," I said softly, looking in her eyes as I bent over Denny's cock. I jacked his stiff cock slowly two or three times, then licked the tip and the sensitive spot just below. Finally I took his cock in my mouth and bobbed up and down several times, watching her the whole time.
She gasped slightly and licked her lips again, one hand going instinctively to her breast. I was pretty sure she wasn't wearing a bra.
Following my lead, Denny grasped my cock and took it in his mouth as well, and the two of us began to suck the other's cock in earnest, our heads bobbing up and down. I could taste Denny's pre-cum on my tongue.
"Oh, God!" I heard Margaret moan, and Denny and I both paused our oral ministrations to glance at her. She was tweaking the nipples of both breasts with her fingertips through the fabric of her blouse.
"Why don't you show Denny your lovely breasts?" I said.
Margaret -- with a look of lust in her face -- immediately unbuttoned her blouse. As I had suspected, she was not wearing a bra, so we were treated to a view of her pillowy, full breasts with her long, pencil-eraser nipples as soon as she had unbuttoned the three top buttons of her blouse. With her blouse pushed open wide, Margaret began to pinch her nipples, which were very stiff.
Now it was Denny's turn to gasp: "Oh, God!"
I bent down and took Denny's cock in my mouth once again, and in a moment he did the same with my cock. Both of us, however, kept our heads turned as best we could in Margaret's direction. She was watching us intently. In a few moments, she paused just long enough to shed her blouse altogether, and after another few moments pulled her skirt up. With her right hand, she began to finger herself. She had greeted us not only bra-less, but also panty-less! It was apparent from the squishing sound her fingers made moving in and out of her pussy that she was highly aroused.
We watched one another intently, Denny and I watching Margaret as she fondled one breast with her left hand and fingered her wet pussy with her right, she watching us as we sucked each other's stiff cock. This wasn't quite a MMF threesome, but the three of us were clearly experiencing intense sexual pleasure together.
After a few minutes, I heard Denny moan "Oooh," and I knew he was on the verge of orgasm. I stopped sucking his cock just long enough to say, "He's about to cum, Margaret!" Then I swallowed his cock once again and just a moment later I tasted his cum in my mouth. Ordinarily, I would have swallowed his cum immediately, but I thought Margaret might like to see it on my tongue.
"Can you see Denny's cum?" I asked her, opening my mouth wide. She paused masturbating and leaned toward me as much as she was able from where she stood leaning against the side of the bed.
"Yes!" Then she collapsed on the edge of the bed, her skirt hiked above her waist, her legs spread wide, and resumed masturbating. Her breath was coming in short gasps.
Denny had cum but I had not. His cock remained stiff, and I lightly stroked it as he sucked my cock. I knew from our many previous meetings that he enjoyed this light touch, so long as I didn't jack his sensitive cock too intensely. I leaned down and licked a final drop of cum from the end of his cock.
"Oooh . . ." I heard Margaret moan.
Then it was my turn. In a few more moments I could feel the beginning of my own orgasm, and I cried out, "Oh, fuck! Here it comes!" I shot my cum deep into Denny's mouth, and he took it all, then lay back as we both watched Margaret experience her own pleasure.
I reached my hand out to where Margaret lay nearby, placing it lightly on her left thigh. She made no response to my touch, instead continuing to masturbate vigorously as her own orgasm neared.
"Oh! Oh! Oh!" she repeated as she came, the fingers of one hand buried deep inside her pussy, the fingers of the other vigorously rubbing her swollen clitoris, jacking herself. Margaret collapsed backward on the bed when she reached the peak, her fingers still on her clit, her hands held firmly in place by her legs, which she held clasped tightly together.
After a moment or two, Margaret's body began to relax, and slowly she removed her hands from between her legs. Lying back languorously on the bed, she turned her face toward us and opened her eyes. Denny and I both smiled at her, and she smiled back at us.
"Looks like you enjoyed yourself," I said, grinning at her.
"Yes," she murmured.
"Me too!" Denny agreed.
"Could you see Denny's cum in my mouth?" I asked. "I tried not to swallow it too soon, so I could show you."
"Yes, thank you -- I saw a little," she replied. "That was very erotic!"
"You're welcome. Glad to oblige!"
"Thank you both for . . . letting me watch you suck each other's cock. I really enjoyed it. And I guess now I know what it must have looked like when you and Jim were doing it," Margaret said. "God! I can't believe I'm doing this!"
"Well, I'm really glad you called, Margaret!"
"I for one would like to do this again -- maybe more too," suggested Denny.
"Maybe . . ." said Margaret, then: "I'm sorry Jim and I didn't do this sort of thing. I just wasn't that interested, but now . . ."