Adam didn’t answer. He was spending all his energy getting Gil hard. He couldn’t stand not to be the last one who had handled his boyfriend’s cock.
“What was better was her husband sucked my balls while I fucked her. And I came in his mouth. I got everything I wanted from the two of them.” He knew he was making Adam jealous; that was the whole point of the exercise.
Since Gil was now good and hard, Adam stood up and showed he was hard as well. Though he was a few inches shorter than his boyfriend when he stood up with a full erection, his cock was taller. He rubbed his shaft against Gil’s. “Wanna fuck, big boy?”
“Why do you do this to me?” Gil groaned.
“All fucked out?” Adam asked. “Well, you don’t need to do anything but lay there, baby.”
Gil couldn’t resist. How could he say no to his beautiful boyfriend? He led Adam to the bed and they crawled on it together. While he got on his kneed, Adam reached under the bed for the basket that kept their toys. He smeared a generous portion of lube along his shaft before he got into position behind Gil.
“You know I love fucking you, don’t you?” Adam asked as his boyfriend relaxed. It was a necessary step before easy penetration could happen.
“I know.”
“I want you to bring your new lover over,” Adam said as he pushed into Gil’s tight hole. Gil groaned. “Not the girl. The boy. I’ll show him what it really means to be fucked properly.”
Gil could only nod in acknowledgement. He wanted it as much as Adam.
End Part One
Chapter Five
It was easier to text Gil than to try to meet him at the right time at the gym. And texting was easier than calling because he could avoid an uncomfortable conversation that Jimmy was desperate to dodge. It was one thing to invite another man into the bedroom to fuck his wife. It was another thing to suck that man’s cock during the course of their three-way tryst. But it was almost going too far to actually have to have a conversation over the telephone to arrange a sex date.
That’s what texting was invented for: avoiding direct contact but still having human interaction.
My wife wants you to fuck her again. Do you want to do it again? Jimmy figured direct and to the point was the best way.
It took a while for Gil to reply. Apparently he had other things to do than sit staring at his phone hoping that Jimmy, or even someone else, would text him asking for a fuck.
The reply, when it came, was short and to the point. Sure. When?
Friday? Though he had a fairly busy job, Jimmy was able to keep his phone on his desk during working hours and could reply to a text or alert immediately if needed. This was a need.
Gil’s response only took a few minutes. Friday doesn’t work for me. It’s date night.
That gave Jimmy pause. He had always figured that Gil was single. But it wasn’t his place to question what Gil was doing screwing around on his significant other. I understand. Would Saturday work better? Or would you want to bring your SO to our bedroom? Jimmy didn’t know why he included the off the cuff invite. While it seemed fun and spontaneous, maybe he was being obnoxious and overly forward. He was glad he didn’t know the emoticon for a sexual leer.
Right after pressing the send button, Jimmy regretted making the suggestion.
Every second that passed was an eternity for him. He was certain that Gil was going to tell him that was impossible and never to contact him again. The answer he got wasn’t what he was expecting.
I don’t think that Adam would be interested in swapping with you and Sharon. He’s only into men.
Jimmy stared at his phone for a long time. He had other, actual business to attend to, but he couldn’t tear his eyes away from Gil’s words. This was why in the employee handbook the company specifically mentioned texting as an activity to be avoided entirely.
I didn’t realize you were in a gay relationship. Jimmy looked at his words and decided to press onward. He couldn’t make things much worse. Or am I reading that wrong?
The answer came quickly, but it didn’t stop the pounding of Jimmy’s heart in his chest. Adam’s gay, I’m bi. He knows that. We have an agreement.
The pounding in his chest was making his cock get hard. Or maybe it was what was implied by Gil’s message. So he knows you have sex with women?
Yes.
Does he know you have sex with men as well? Jimmy wasn’t sure if what he and Gil had done together qualified as sex, but he was willing to push it to make his point.
We’ve had a couple of all guy threesomes.
Gil’s answer didn’t tell him everything. But then Jimmy gave it too much thought. He wondered if Gil was propositioning him.
And that thought only made his cock get harder. He shifted uncomfortably in his chair. Fantasies started swirling in his head. Would Gil want to do what he wanted to do? Was he risking too much.
Sharon wants to watch while we have sex. He pecked out the message on his phone, but didn’t send it right away. He stared at it for a while. Sharon had actually never spoken those words to him, but it felt like the truth. She certainly wasn’t upset that her husband had come out as bi to her and she was pleased that he was getting along well with the man he had chosen to fuck her, though it certainly would have been her right to question if Jimmy’s intention from the start was to have sex with a man. It was all a little too much for Jimmy to process. Yes, he had known about his desires for years but had pushed them out of his mind and simply allowed them to be ignored. He loved his wife. He loved having sex with her. He loved having sex with other women in the past. Gil had been the first man he had ever done anything sexually with. Ever. It was a big leap, to admit it to himself along with his wife.
It was dishonest to place some of his desires onto his wife. Maybe Sharon had enjoyed it, but if she hadn’t said the words, he couldn’t misrepresent her.
He deleted the message and instead sent a tamer version of the truth. Do you want to get together with us again?
The answer came back quickly. Yes. Just need to find the right time.
Thursday night?
Sounds good.
Are you going to tell your boyfriend (is that the right word)? Jimmy didn’t know how else to ask the uncomfortable question.
Gil’s answer calmed him down. Usually we use boyfriend when we want attach a romantic element. Yes I’m going to tell him.
His answer both relaxed and thrilled Jimmy. Okay. Sounds good.
Thursday night then.
Jimmy didn’t know how to address the issue with his wife so he brought it up when he was cooking dinner. “I didn’t know this until today but I found out something about Gil.”
“He secretly has a huge cock and is only going to bring out the big gun when he thinks I’m ready for it?” she winked at him and put a couple of plates on the table. Sharon had been more than honest with Jimmy about the fact that Gil’s cock, while adequate and well-used, didn’t measure up to Jimmy’s. He knew she was a bit of a size queen and liked large proportions on men; that explained why she always preferred to buy larger vibrators.
“Ah. No. That would be your fantasy come true.”
“Well then?” she asked as she added glasses to the table. “Gil has a…significant other.”
“Huh. Well. That’s no surprise. He hides his cheating from her, doesn’t he?”
“Um. No. His boyfriend knows all about him having sex with other people.”
Sharon looked blankly at him for a moment. “Boyfriend?”
“Yes.”
“He’s gay?”
“Uh, no. Bi, actually.”
“Huh. So sort of a dream come true for you then,” she said.
“I wouldn’t say that,” Jimmy said cautiously.
“I would,” she said and stepped around the table to the kitchen cabinet where they kept most of their liquor. She poured herself a hearty dose of vodka and downed it all in one swallow. Jimmy’s eyes bulged out but he smoothly recovered and started portioning t
he chicken and sausage combination he had created onto their plates before adding rice and sitting down.
By the time he was seated, Sharon was holding the back of the chair with one hand, steadying herself, while her face slowly turned red.
“Are you embarrassed or upset?” he asked her mildly. “Or did the vodka all go straight to your head?”
“A little of each,” she admitted. “Fuck!” Her curse filled the air as she sat down and considered the dinner her husband had made for the both of them. “You found me a great guy that we can both bang, and he turns out to be gay.”
“Bi,” Jimmy corrected her.
“Why couldn’t he just be straight and cheating on his girlfriend or wife but happy to fuck me too and have you suck his dick while I watch. Is that so much to ask?”
“Apparently, yes,” said Jimmy.
“Instead I get a partially queer guy who isn’t cheating on his boyfriend, but is still happy to have you suck his dick.”
“He’s not partially queer,” said Jimmy, calmly as he started eating. “He’s bi.”
“Right. Right. I agree. Bi. Not partially queer. Too much vodka.” She picked up her fork and started eating as well, but after the first bite, she just started tracing patterns through her rice. “Did you like sucking his dick?” she asked for the hundredth time.
“Yeah. I didn’t think I would, but I did.” Jimmy was willing to say anything to keep the conversation moving.
“I liked watching it. Will you do it again for me?”
“Sure.”
Emboldened by the vodka and her comfort with her newly revealed to be bi husband, she asked, “Would you straight up fuck him while I watched?”
Jimmy paused with his fork halfway to his mouth. Why hadn’t she asked that question yesterday?
“I don’t think you should say ‘straight up fuck’ in context of two men…or two women.”
She rolled her eyes. The vodka had really kicked in and she felt light-headed. “Would you fuck him while I watched?”
“Sure,” he agreed happily. “He’ll be over on Thursday to do just that.”
“Great,” she agreed. “And after dinner I’ll take you upstairs to fuck you.”
The problem with their little trio, Sharon reflected as they got on the bed together, was that Gil probably wanted to fuck her because he didn’t have a woman in his own bed every night. And Jimmy wanted to fuck Gil because he didn’t have a man in his own bed every night. And Sharon was happy to have either or both of them, but what she really wanted was an incredibly strong man with a big dick. Both the men in her bed were strong, but neither had a huge dick.
She kissed first Gil and then her husband, making sure both of their faces were close enough to make them uncomfortably cozy. After a long semi-drunken discussion with Jimmy, he knew exactly what she wanted and said he was willing to go along with it. The next kiss was between Gil and Jimmy. To Sharon’s eyes it was incredibly sexy; none of the usual soft kisses and gentle licks she would expect, but was hard and fierce. It helped that they were naked. Or mostly naked. She had left on her thong and stockings while Gil was in underwear so tight it left nothing to the imagination. Only Jimmy was truly naked and his cock was resting on Gil’s bulge, slowly dribbling out precum. She thought about the vibrators and dildos in her bottom dresser drawer and considered which would be the best to use while the men went at it.
Gil wasn’t at all intimidated to be on his back and have Jimmy on top of him. Sharon reached out and grabbed her husband’s cock while pushing her fingers into Gil’s tight underwear, seeking out his cock as well.
“I’m not used to a woman jerking me off while I make out with a guy,” Gil said, breaking the kiss.
“Just making sure you’re good and hard,” she said as his cock came into view. It was already good and hard which was enjoyable for her. “I want to make sure you love it when Jimmy fucks you.”
“Is that what he’s going to do?” Gil asked, running his fingers up and down Jimmy’s muscular chest. He liked the fact that Jimmy had chest and body hair. He was nearly hairless by choice as a body builder, and Adam was young and so blond that for all practical purposed, he was hairless. “Fuck me?”
“Uh-huh,” Sharon said happily. “Why else would I go out and buy all these condoms and lube?” She let go of their cocks and rolled off the bed, scooping up the little package of party favors. Both men watched as she eagerly opened up the box of condoms. “I want to see you on your back, Gil, while Jimmy rails you. I need to see your cock hard on your belly.”
“Sometimes I go soft when getting fucked in the ass,” Gil confessed.
“What? How does that happen?” Sharon was clearly disappointed.
Gil shrugged. “I don’t know. I still like it. The other guy cums and then I get hard again.”
“As long as you get hard again,” she said with a nod, ripping open a condom packet and reaching for Jimmy’s cock. Both men watched in mild amusement as the woman in their midst did everything she could to facilitate them fucking. Either she was disinterested in sex with men, or she was overly fascinated in watching men have sex. It didn’t matter to Gil or Jimmy.
She actually rolled the condom onto Jimmy’s cock and then got out the lube to grease not only her husband’s cock, but Gil’s ass as well. She didn’t know exactly what she was doing in regard to the later, but she figured if she slathered on enough lube it would do the trick.
“You’ve never done anal before, have you?” Gil asked her. It was odd to be carrying on a conversation with him naked on his back and his legs drawn up to his chest so she could get to his ass, but the whole affair was unusual so the question hardly registered as a blip in the strangeness.
“Does it show?” she asked, half laughing.
“A little,” he said taking the lube from her, squirting a small pile of the viscous liquid into his hand and then he proceeded to apply it not just to the entrance to his ass, but inside it as well.
“Oh,” was her reaction to the display. It was oddly visceral and at the same time, it was sexy as hell, at least to her eyes. She tore her gaze away from Gil’s exposed bottom to see her husband slowly masturbating to keep his cock hard. “Jimmy hasn’t done anal either,” she revealed with a wicked smile. “At least not with me.”
“Hey!” he protested but her words didn’t stop him from pulling on his cock.
“Well, have you?” she asked sharply.
“No,” Jimmy admitted.
“It’s very nice that you’re sharing this wonderful moment with me,” Sharon said, somehow managing not to sound sarcastic in the process. “Go ahead and fuck him. I want to see it.”
Jimmy nodded and tore his focus away from his wife and toward the handsome, bald man that was laying on the bed in front of him. What he was about to do was crazy, but the moment was right and Jimmy had an undying need to see what it was like. Maybe it was wrong, but the two people in the bed with him were telling him that it was very, very right.
Gil being experienced at this sort of thing made the whole process easier. He was relaxed enough and greased up enough that Jimmy sinking his cock into his ass was easier than he would have imagined.
“Tight,” Jimmy blurted out, surprised at the difference between fucking an ass and fucking a pussy.
“That’s so fucking sexy,” Sharon breathed. Without thinking about it, her hand had wandered into her panties and found her pussy dripping with desire. As she watched, she jilled along to the beautiful scene in front of her.
Gil was grinning, happily relaxed as he kept one hand on his cock, pumping it in time with Jimmy’s slow, steady thrusts into his bottom. He knew he wouldn’t shoot off his load right away, even though with new lovers Gil had a tendency to pop off too quickly. For his part, Jimmy was focused on trying to do everything right, regardless of what was going on around him.
Although she had spent some time watching gay porn before, Sharon couldn’t believe how masculine it was to see her husband fucking another ma
n. Maybe it would be described as gay, and it certainly was, but it was an overload of testosterone. Strong muscles and straining bodies moving together was incredibly erotic. The fact that two cocks were involved made it better than just a cock and a pussy. She hated to admit it, but Sharon realized while watching her husband fuck Gil, that she would be incredibly jealous if he were fucking another woman, but fucking another man was just sexy and erotic beyond her comprehension. She wanted him to fuck more men and be fucked by other men, but only if she could watch it.
They seemed to forget that she was there. Jimmy was propping himself up on his hands, locking his elbows to stay above Gil’s body while his muscular companion was bent nearly in half with his legs up to his chest, letting Jimmy fuck him hard while Gil kept a hand on his cock. It might not have been a loving tableau, but it was erotic and sexy. She looked at Jimmy’s face and realized how close he was to cumming. Her pussy was hot as she plunged her fingers in and out of her opening, rubbing her clit at the same time, but she knew she wasn’t going to cum as quickly as Jimmy.
“Gonna cum,” he grunted to Gil.
“Don’t pull out,” Gil replied, not nearly taken with the moment as Jimmy. “Cum inside me.”
It was hardly the same thing as when a woman spoke those words. Sharon remembered the first time she said them to Jimmy, but it was more than enough to make him cum then and it worked the same now. Jimmy thrusted two more times and then he let out the weird noise that let her know he was cumming. Normally that sound was accompanied by a hot flood of semen inside her pussy, but that didn’t happen today. Jimmy grunted and strained; Gil continued to pump his cock, but it just stayed hard; he didn’t cum.
“Oh fuck!” Jimmy gasped as finished. His elbows trembled as he threatened to lose his balance. “That hurt, but it felt good too.”
Gil could feel his lover’s cock start shrinking. He had felt the little tremble in his body as Jimmy came, but the condom contained things. He adjusted his legs and let Jimmy ease himself down to the bed, his hand never leaving his cock.
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