I mouthed at his cock through the fabric of the boxers, lightly teasing him with only half of the sensation he would otherwise have. Although my hands were trembling with eagerness, with anticipation, I managed to get his boxers off of him, his cock springing free from its confines. I found myself licking my lips once more, hungry for the taste of him.
I couldn't help but whimper at the sight of it, thighs clenching in need at how engorged with blood and arousal it was. Before I had time to think about it, I had already run my tongue along his length and taken him into my mouth as fully as I could. I felt the way that he choked on a groan at the sensation, but I wasn't done with him, wrapping my hand around the last inch that I couldn't fit in my mouth. I found a rhythm to bob my head along his length that synced with my hand, pumping him until his hips were stuttering against me, his panting ragged and his moans needy.
My eyes never left Chet, peering in through the door that was left ajar, stroking himself to what he sees his wife and his best friend doing.
“Jenn…baby...I don’t want to cum in your mouth. Please, sweetheart.” Leon was pleading now, and judging from the way that his erection was throbbing in my mouth, he wasn't going to last long if I kept this up. For the briefest of moments, I wanted to make him, to swallow every drop of him that I could, but that was for another time; this time, I wanted Chet to watch me get fucked by Leon, to watch everything he wanted to see have done to me happen. I held Chet's heated gaze as I sat up, slowly running my tongue along my bottom lip to catch Leon's salty precum off of my lips. Stealing a glance over my shoulder, I could see Leon's pupils were blown up, eyes almost black as they took me in. Before I had a chance to appreciate it, he was upon me, sitting up and rolling us so that he was on top of me, staring down at me with that heated gaze.
“Alright, sweetheart,” he growled, nipping at my neck. “I let you do what you wanted, and let you set the pace. Now, though...” he bared his fangs to me in a grin as he slid my body up so that I was seated instead of lying down. “Now, it’s my turn.” His eyes glinted almost dangerously before he slammed his mouth into mine. He kissed me so deeply it almost felt like he was trying to devour me, and I found myself breathless for it. Then his mouth left mine, and he began to leave open mouthed kisses in a path down, down, down my body the same way I had done for him until he eventually nestled his head between my thigh. He looked up at me through hooded lashes, holding my gaze for the span of a breath before gripping my hips, pulling me toward his mouth, and eagerly lapping at my womanhood with his tongue.
A keening whimper passed through my lips, unbidden, and before I could properly think about it, my fingers had sunk into his thick hair as he set himself to the task of making me cum against his mouth. Or to tease me mercilessly, I wasn't sure which at that point. As Leon fucked me with his tongue, I forced my eyes to stay open, holding Chet's gaze. My husband looked like he was close now, one hand supporting him against the door frame, the other stroking his member with a vigor I hadn't seem him touch himself with in a long, long time. Though my mind was a haze, I couldn't help goading him, couldn't resist stoking the fires in him that I was feeding into.
“Oh, Leon!” I cried out, throwing my head back as he wrapped his lips around my clit and sucked hard enough that I saw stars. “Ah, I haven't...it hasn't felt this good...” I bit my lip, riding out the pleasure that Leon was offering me, greedily accepting every ounce of it that I could. My legs wrapped around his shoulders as he continued to work his magic on me, building me closer and closer to the edge that I was sure I was going to topple off any second. The one thing I could think, and wonder at that point was whether or not Leon was actually going to allow me to cum.
He chose to be a merciful lover that day, apparently, as with one artful stroke of his tongue the tightly wound coil in my belly snapped, and I was awash in pleasure, letting it crash over me in pulses that sent my heart hammering. My back bowed, and it was all I could do to cling to him, my fingers clutching at his hair, as he lapped up all of the juices that gushed from me. Even as I came down from my high, though, one look at Leon was enough to tell me that he wasn't through with me yet.
“One more time for me, sweetheart,” he cooed in a hushed tone, moving the both of us so that he was hovering over me once again. “Together this time.” I nodded, mewling as he slicked his cock on my quim before his cock tunneled into my tight channel without any resistance. I whimpered at the way his girth stretched me, completely filled me to the brim, and bumped against my cervix. The pace he set was furious, his hands gripping at my hips and holding me in place while he mercilessly fucked me into the mattress.
I couldn't see Chet from where I was lying, but I didn't need to to know that he was on the edge of orgasm; even over Leon, I could hear him panting and whimpering, his hand pumping his cock furiously in time with Leon's thrusts. The mental image I had of him, his face set grimly as he tried to stave off his orgasm until the end, was more than enough to ensure that I was already feeling myself working toward another orgasm.
“L-Leon!” I wailed, my fingernails finding purchase in his back as he continued to drill his cock into me. He gave a particularly hard thrust of his hips, spurred on by me.
“That's it, that's it, ah, fuck, I'm so-!” He pinched my clit between his fingers, and that was all it took for another orgasm to rip through me, its shockwaves tearing me asunder until all I could feel was Leon pumping his hot seed into me, his orgasm almost perfectly timed to match mine. I could tell when his orgasm ended from the way that his hips slowly stopped pushing against mine, and he simply knelt in front of me, panting and trying desperately to gulp in air as much as he could. Even in the pleasant haze of my mind post orgasm, I still sought out Chet, to see if it had done the trick for him.
He was a mess, the evidence of his orgasm shot all over his hand, his entire body leaned against the doorway and wracked with heaving breaths. So, we all enjoyed ourselves, I thought through my delirium, and I couldn't help but giggle at the thought. Leon looked down at me quizzically as he eased himself out of me, no doubt wondering why on earth I was laughing, of all things.
“This,” I breathed. “Was amazing.” Leon gave me a slanted smile as he slid off the bed, offering to help me stand myself.
“Glad to be of service.” He craned his neck over to where Chet was standing. “You holding up alright, man?”
“Alright?” He let out an incredulous laugh. “I'm more than alright, Leon.” My husband looked over at me, his affectionate smile warming my heart. “She's right, that was amazing.” He pressed a kiss to my cheek on the way to the bathroom to clean himself up. “You're amazing. Have I mentioned that, Jenn?” I couldn't help but giggle.
“It's come up once or twice.” I said as Leon and I dressed. I hesitated as I pulled my top on, wondering where this was going to go. Was this going to end here, having been enough to satisfy Chet? I had hoped not; that was the most wonderful I had felt in a long time, and I certainly wanted to explore more things with both Chet and Leon. Preferably together, even. “So...Chet...Leon...” I began uncertainly. Both men looked up at me from what they were doing, both of these men that were so handsome and I adored so much. “Will this...was this a one time thing?” I managed to ask in a quiet murmur. Chet let out a quiet chuckle.
“I certainly hope not.” He looked over at Leon. “Unless this wasn't to your liking?”
“Everything is to my liking.” Leon said, giving Chet a wink. “This is definitely going to happen more. As regularly as we can.”
“Oh, that's such a relief!” I smile, already wondering how I was going to break it to my boss that I had to schedule around my cuckolding sessions with my husband.
I should probably come up with a different excuse to say at work, I thought with another laugh.
Chapter One
“I just want to try something different,” Clive muttered while sitting on the sofa. “I’m so bored with our sex life.”
“I’m surprised,” Lavinia snapped,
rolling her eyes at her boyfriend and future husband. “If are already tired of me how could you ask me to become your wife? Only a month ago you pleaded with me to say yes to your proposal.”
“I love you if it is possible even more than before, Lavinia,” Clive yelled. “What I am saying is that I want to spice our love life, just a little.”
“What do you mean when you say spicy love life?” Lavinia asked, secretly glad that the problem wasn’t about her. “Tell me more, please.”
Clive looked at her with a knowing smile. “You are just as interested in me, right?”
Lavinia lowered her head and felt her face turn read. She didn’t want to say it out loud, although, the idea started to sound exciting to her.
“Our sex life mostly consists of sex in the dark, missionary position and as quickly as possible,” Clive continued. “We mostly do not have time even for some foreplay, Lavinia.”
“Alright alright, I got your point,” she interrupted him. “Tell me then what do you suggest?”
“What about a threesome?” the man asked after a minute of silence. Lavinia frowned, already not liking where that was going.
“I suppose your idea of threesome involves you, another woman and me,” she asked carefully. “How do you think I will feel if you bring another woman into our bed?”
Clive looked to Lavinia, pleading. “I promise you that it is going to be good also for you, pumpkin,” he added. “I will let you chose the woman…”
“You have already set your mind on a threesome,” Lavinia clarified. “And you probably have someone in mind already?”
Her boyfriend nodded, still thinking. “I could come up with a few suggestions, but as I said it is going to be all up to you.”
“What if we make it filthy, really filthy?” Lavinia asked, surprising both of them with her question. Lavinia was glaring at him, and Clive made a helpless gesture.
“What do you mean?” He asked, grinning like an idiot.
Lavinia cleared her throat and closed her eyes for a second. What she was about to say wasn’t easy to even think about. “Instead of a woman, let’s bring a man in our bed.”
Clive didn’t miss her hesitation or the hopeful brightness in her eyes. As a man, a very straight man, his entire being was rebelling against the idea of having sex with a man, but on the other hand, the woman he loved, seemed to be very interested.
“A man…” Clive repeated. “You want a man…”
“Yeah, I think that this would be much better,” she said when Clive was unable to continue. “Our love is beautiful, and I think that a second woman is only going to ruin it.”
“But, a man…” Clive couldn’t get over that fact. “Maybe instead of a threesome, we should consider some other kinks.”
“Maybe, but the next time,” Lavinia insisted. “Now my interest is spiked, and I am not going to let it go.”
“Are you serious?”
“Yeah, I am serious,” she smirked. “It seems that you might be sorry for bringing up this subject, right?”
“Okay, okay, but let me think about it some more,” Clive closed the subject for the night and went to take a cold shower.
Spicing their love life, bringing another person into their bed, all that seemed a good idea only a few hours ago, but now Clive wasn’t so sure. Sex with a man had never been in his plans, and a threesome with a man seemed even scarier to him.
Chapter Two
“Lavinia, listen,” Clive started the next morning before they parted ways for work. His voice trailed off, showing how insecure he was.
Lavinia shrugged and grabbed him by his jacket, yanking him forward. The man stumbled, stopping against her chest, as she tugged him down to meet his lips. Her hands skimmed over his waist and down to his ass, squeezing it lightly.
“You made a decision,” she stated.
“Yeah...”
“Then let’s do it tonight,” Lavinia smiled against his lips. “Before you start thinking too much and change your mind.”
“Do you already have someone in mind?”
“Yeah,” she answered mysteriously. “Now, you go to work and don’t overthink it.”
A few hours passed, Clive did his best to concentrate on his work, but nothing was able to take the place of what was fixed in his mind. That very night he was going to have sex with a man, a man, a man…
Later, when he arrived home, Lavinia was waiting for him at the front door. Neither of them spoke when she helped him to take off his coat and put down his suitcase. Clive dropped all of his doubts and followed her up the stairs. In their bedroom, an unknown to him man was sitting on the bed. The man was tall, much taller than him, with long dark hair and deep blue eyes. He was ruggedly handsome and in a way resembled Clive to a point.
Lavinia was about to speak, probably to introduce them to each other, but Clive stopped her. He really didn’t want to know his name, occupation, and even less wanted to become his friend. Lavinia nodded, after meeting his gaze. She left him standing by the door and approached the other man, dropping to her knees in front of her.
Her hands rested on his thighs, while her gaze turned back to her boyfriend. Clive watched the man smiling at him knowingly, relaxing on the bed. Lavinia’s attention was focused on his waistband, but when she spoke, her words were for Clive.
“Come closer,” she ordered, and he hesitantly took a few steps forward.
Lavinia slowly took the man’s soft cock out of his pants. Then she took the soft member into her mouth, forcing a deep moan out of him. The man leaned back, his head falling backward. Clive was afraid of his own reaction but didn’t move away. He reached out, his fingers stopping only a few inches from his girlfriend’s mouth.
“Touch me,” the voice of the man sounded like thunder in Clive’s ears.
Clive looked at him with horrified eyes, but the other man just smiled at him, so Clive moved another step closer and brushed a strand of hair out of his face. Lavinia moaned with appreciation at his action and Clive watched the cock of the other man hardening. He was so big that Lavinia barely managed to fit him in her mouth.
Clive’s face was still bearing traces of panic, but his dick was starting to show interest in the confines of his pants. The man on the bed pulled his shirt over his head, leaving his upper body naked for them to admire.
“Now it is your turn,” the man nodded toward them, and Clive struggled to understand what he was saying.
Lavinia, however, was quick to understand and let go of his dick so that she could remove her t-shirt and bra. Clive followed her example and removed his shirt.
“I have never seen you so cocky, Lavinia,” Clive couldn’t help saying.
“I thought that you might like it,” she commented while kicking out her shoes.
The man suddenly stood up from the bed and caught Clive by the chin, the movement pressing their half-naked bodies together. Clive couldn’t help it and let out a deep, needy moan when the man claimed his lips in a quick kiss. The man’s naked dick was pressing against his hip, and his other hand was cupping him through the pants.
The man kissed him hard, using tongue and teeth to make the kiss dirty and exciting.
“I like you,” the man concluded when he eventually pulled away. He then returned to the bed, where Lavinia was sitting and watching them.
This time she made Clive sit on the bed, while she lowered herself between his open legs and opened his zipper. Her tongue popped out to lick his dick, while the other man lowered himself behind Lavinia’s back.
Clive watched him touch her naked skin as if trying to get used to her. The man reached downwards and pushed her pants out of the way. He continued to explore her body, caressing her ass and thighs. His hand cupped her pussy, the skin soft against his hard palm. She was already wet and ready for him when he inserted two fingers into her.
“Yes,” Lavinia moaned, and Clive felt her words up his dick and to his spine. “I want him to fuck me, while I am blowing you.”
“Oh,” was all Clive could say after her admission. He wasn’t sure if he became pale or blushed, but the other man seemed to be on board with the suggestion.
The man continued to use his fingers to prepare Lavinia for the next step, while she sucked hungrily on Clive’s cock. She once again took the initiative and moved her hips backward, taking his fingers deeper.
“She wants it,” the strange man commented, and Clive noticed that he nodded in agreement.
The man’s cock was hanging out of his pants, still hard and shining from Lavinia’s saliva. Clive whimpered at sight and Lavinia laughed at his excitement. Without warning the man stood up and removed his shoes and pants. Then he took something out of the pocket of his discharged pants and went to stand in front of Clive.
Clive lifted his head to look at him, almost forgetting that Lavinia was sucking on his dick. The other man’s dick was hanging almost in front of his mouth, and Clive once again hesitated.
“Put it on,” the man commanded, and Clive noticed that he was giving him an open condom.
“What?”
“I said, put it on,” the man repeated, and Clive unconsciously took the condom from him.
With the condom in hand, Clive was still hesitating when Lavinia spoke again. “Do it,” she ordered.
Clive took the condom with two hands and slowly reached forward. The man’s dick was hard and very hot, and Clive took his time putting the rubber on him.
“Good job,” the man praised him and then leaned down, surprising Clive with another searing kiss.
Clive didn’t have the time to work out what was going on when the man was gone as fast as he came at him. He watched him return to his previous position behind Lavinia, running a hand up the small of her back. Very slowly he pressed the head of his cock against her pussy, pushing in little by little. Clive sensed that Lavinia was tensing, while she moaned around his cock.
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