“Darling, the food has nothing whatsoever to do with that,” Vanessza said. “I know you. You could be faint from hunger, on the verge of starvation, in fact—and you’d still be able to get it up at a moment’s notice. That’d be the last part of you to give out. I will admit, though,” she added, “that I’ve found out that most men fuck better on a full stomach. How are you doing, Bob? Have you had enough to eat?”
“Plenty,” Bob mumbled, around a mouthful of spring egg roll.
“Good,” Vanessza told him. “You may need your energy, before this evening’s over.”
“He will, if I have any say in the matter,” Adolar said, suggestively.
Like any couple, Vanessza and Adolar sometimes didn’t feel like cooking. They kept an assortment of takeout menus handy in their kitchen. Among these was that of a good Chinese restaurant. After conferring among themselves, they’d gotten on the phone and ordered plenty of food. The Kung Pao chicken for Adolar, beef in oyster sauce for Bob, and sweet and sour pork for Vanessza. They chose crab wontons as an appetizer. And, of course, chicken fried rice as a side dish; and egg rolls.
Vanessza suggested that they eat in the living room, using the coffee table. Adolar lit the fire in the fireplace, and Vanessza dimmed the lights and set out candles. She made tea, which seemed appropriate to accompany Chinese food; but she also opened a bottle of wine.
The food was delivered promptly, by a cute young delivery boy. It wasn’t the first time he’d made a delivery to the Mezeys’ apartment. Adolar, who answered the door, gave the kid a generous tip, after engaging him in a rather prolonged sotto voce conversation.
“Down, boy,” Vanessza warned her husband, after the delivery boy left.
“I wasn’t flirting with that guy.”
“You could’ve fooled me.”
“He’s a bright kid. Hard-working, from looks of it. I was just making conversation with him.”
“Oh? Did this conversation include the phrase ‘let’s hook up sometime,’ or some variation thereof?”
“No, but thanks for putting the idea into my head,” the irrepressible Adolar said. “I’ll work on that. Actually, it occurs to me that we ought to find out which nights that guy works, and when his shift ends. We could arrange for his last delivery to be to us, sometime—and then we can invite him to stick around.”
Vanessza laughed. “You’re going to give Bob the wrong impression. He’s going to think even less of us than he already does.”
Bob spoke up: “You’re just kidding, aren’t you, Adolar? About putting the make on that delivery boy? You’re not that promiscuous.”
Adolar and Vanessza both burst out laughing.
“You stay just as innocent as you are, Bob,” Adolar advised him.
“But not too innocent—huh, Adolar?” Bob retorted. “You wouldn’t like me as much.”
“You catch on quick.”
After their meal, they broke open their fortune cookies, extracting the tiny slips of paper inside.
“What does yours say, Adolar?” Vanessza asked.
“It says, ‘You will meet a beautiful, sexy woman and a gorgeous young man, and you will ball your brains out with both of them.’ Why, that’s amazing. That prediction has already come true.”
Vanessza scoffed. “It says no such thing!”
“Well, the truth is, it doesn’t. Which is kind of a shame. I should think that sexually explicit messages could revolutionize the whole fortune cookie industry.” Adolar smiled at both Vanessza and Bob. “I think some after-dinner entertainment is in order. Do either of you have any suggestions?”
“Yes. Do you guys know what my idea of entertainment would be? I’d like to watch you two beautiful men suck each other’s cocks,” Vanessza said, casually.
Adolar smiled. He was well acquainted with his wife’s tastes. He knew what turned her on. But Bob, he noticed, was blushing.
“How about it, Bob?” Adolar asked.
“I couldn’t, Adolar,” the young man protested. “Not in front of your wife!”
“I don’t quite see your logic,” Adolar said. “Vanessza and I go down on each other all the time. You and she have also gone down on each other, I assume. And finally, you and I have sixty-nined, Bob. We’ve got a sort of a chain going here. All that’s being suggested is that we add another link to it.”
“Come on, Bob, don’t be shy,” Vanessza insisted. “Just pretend I’m not even here, if that’ll make it easier for you. Pretend that it’s just the two of you, you and Adolar, making love.”
Bob looked at Adolar—who gave him a nod of encouragement. That was all the persuasion Bob, who had imbibed plenty of wine, needed.
“Maybe we’d better go into the bedroom,” he suggested.
“Lead the way,” Adolar told him.
In the bedroom, all three of them stripped. Bob got onto the bed, which had already seen so much action that day.
He lay down on his back, and Adolar positioned himself over him, until his cock was dangling over his young lover’s face. Bob opened his mouth and took Adolar’s meat not only into his mouth, but down into his throat. Adolar, in turn, started sucking the boyish-looking muscle stud’s fat hard-on.
Vanessza moved in closer and observed the two guys, her eyes wide and bright with excitement, admiration, and more than a little envy, while the men fed upon each other’s flesh. She got close to Bob’s face and she began licking Adolar’s bouncing balls with her pink, wetly stroking tongue. She sucked both of her husband’s nuts inside her mouth and she buried her nose between Adolar’s buttocks. Then she let his saliva-drenched balls slide back out of her mouth, ran her tongue along the crevice of his ass, and began rimming him.
Adolar grunted and squirmed with pleasure, and he pushed his ass harder into her face. After rimming Adolar for several minutes, Vanessza moved on to the other end of the sixty-nining male couple, where she sucked Bob’s balls and ass, while he continued giving head to her husband.
She finally forced her way between the two men, sandwiching her body between theirs. Adolar let her take over from him. She started sucking Bob’s prick, with her cunt clamped down over his face. Adolar, who was still on top of the pile of bodies, began licking the soft flesh of his wife’s firm buttocks until he had worked his way down to her asshole. He stiffened his tongue and stuck it deep inside her, massaging the tight entrance and getting it thoroughly wetted with his saliva.
“I’m going to fuck you up the ass, you horny cunt,” he groaned out hoarsely between licks and sucks, his breath warm against Vanessza’s asshole.
“Wait a second, lover,” she replied, taking her lips off Bob’s cock. “Let me lie down on my side between you two guys. Then you can fuck me up the ass, Adolar—and Bob, you can put yours into me from the front. Both of you studs inside me at once … God, I’m getting hot and wet, just thinking about it.”
They shifted positions, so that Bob faced Vanessza. He pressed the head of his cock against her wet, heated slit, and it slid inside easily, filling her vagina. Adolar had a bit more difficulty wedging his thick cock into his wife’s tight ass; but after some maneuvering, he managed literally to screw himself through her sphincter and all the way up her asshole.
Impaled on two big pricks at once, Vanessza squealed with delight. She began bucking her pelvis back and forth like a stripper doing bumps and grinds, pushing her cunt onto the full length of Bob’s cock, only to reverse the motion and ram her ass all the way down around the solid shaft of Adolar’s tool.
“Give it to me, give it to me,” she kept insisting; although her two fuckers were scarcely in need of any encouragement. “Cock in my cunt! Cock in my ass!” she gloated. “Oh, I can’t stand it, it feels so good. You’re going to make me come. You two horny stud bastards are going to make me come big!”
Bob came first. Vanessza urged him to keep fucking her even after he had showered the interior of her pussy with his semen, until she reached her own fiercely gratifying climax. Just as her cunt convulsed in the
first of an awesome series of multiple orgasms, Adolar began ejaculating inside her ass.
When it was over, Vanessza sank back onto the bed between the two men and moaned, “Oh, that was some fantastic fucking, guys. I thought I’d never stop coming. I can’t wait for us to do it again.”
And she didn’t have to wait for long. The two men rose to the challenge, and they satisfied her—and themselves—again, in another hot, exciting three-way fuck. Then, pleasurably exhausted by overindulgence in sex, they slept together in the marital bed, with Vanessza still sandwiched between Adolar and Bob.
Chapter Twelve: A Threesome Becomes a Foursome
Bob had a talk with his older brother, Istvan.
“So, what’ve you been up to, lately, baby bro?” Istvan inquired, casually.
“Nothing much, Steve,” Bob replied, evasively.
“How many times must I tell you?” the exasperated Istvan said. “My name is not ‘Steve,’ it’s Istvan. Just like yours is ‘Robert,’ not ‘Bob.’ We are not Americans. We’re Hungarians.”
“American names—English-language names—they’re cool. I prefer to be called Bob,” Bob insisted.
“Oh, for Christ’s sake! I’d ‘prefer’ to be a rich man, bro, and not have to work for a living. But wishing it, saying it, doesn’t make it happen, oddly enough,” Istvan pointed out. “Okay, Bob,” he went on, with a biting sarcasm audible in his tone of voice. “Have you been behaving yourself? Is there anything I should know about? Anything you wouldn’t want Mom and Dad to know about?”
“Not really. Uh—I’ve met Adolar Mezey. That was kind of neat.”
“Wait. What? Not the Adolar Mezey? The bodybuilder? Mr. Hungary?”
“None other.”
“When you say ‘met,’ do you mean—?”
“He’s very friendly,” Bob replied, evasively.
“You can’t be that frigging naïve, Bob. A man like Adolar Mezey isn’t just ‘friendly’ with other men. And especially not with a dumb young muscle-head like you.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“He’s a whore!” Istvan exploded. “A filthy muscle slut! Those videos he does—shit! What could you possibly have in common with a guy like that?”
“Bodybuilding?” Bob suggested.
“I can’t believe you’re associating with a man like him.”
“Yeah, well, for your information, I’ve met his wife, too.”
“How cozy. Well, she must be a real tramp, to let her husband screw around the way he does!”
“Adolar is actually a very nice guy, and so is Vanessza,” Bob insisted.
“Oh, my God. My kid brother—and those frigging degenerates! You cannot tell Mom and Dad about what you’ve been up to, Bob. This would kill them! Holy fuck. Adolar frigging Mezey! I’m sure the man is diseased. And his whore of a wife probably is, too.”
“Now you’re just being nasty, Istvan,” Bob protested.
“Nasty, you dumbass little shit!” Istvan exploded. “I’ll have you know, ‘nasty’ is a guy who sucks cock and takes it up the ass, bareback, in porn videos. Adolar Mezey! Mr. Hungary? Mr. Biggest Man Whore in Hungary, is more like it. He’s probably sucked dick and been fucked, to win every bodybuilding title in his resume! He’s worse than that filthy scumbag muscle whore Emeric Varady, which is saying a lot.” [Translator’s note: I trust it is clear that this vile slander is merely the fictional character’s personal opinion, and is presumably by no means unbiased.] “I want you to have nothing to do with that man. Or with his wife.”
“You’re not the boss of me,” Bob blustered. “Go fuck yourself!”
“Don’t think you’ve gotten so big that I can’t beat the shit out of you, you brat,” Istvan threatened his brother. “Punk!” he spat out, dismissively.
Bob realized that trying to convince his brother of Adolar’s merits was a losing battle. He had much better luck when he confided in his open-minded buddy, Urban.
“So … when am I going to get in on this bi action of yours?” Urban asked.
The question took Bob by surprise. “I don’t know,” he replied. “Do you want to?”
“Are you kidding? Who wouldn’t? From what you’ve been telling me, I’ve really been missing out on something.”
As usual, Bob had told Urban everything. He’d confided in his teammate and gym buddy about his recent sexual adventures, withholding none of the lurid details.
Urban was less forthcoming. He was enjoying his affair with Kolos. But, because the coach kept emphasizing the need for discretion, Urban hadn’t told Bob that he was seeing their foxy coach, off campus. Thanks to Kolos, Urban wasn’t exactly sexually deprived. But he was always ready to try someone, or something, new.
“I have a good thing going with Adolar Mezey and his wife,” Bob said. “I wouldn’t want to do anything that might mess it up.”
“Come on, Bob,” Urban coaxed him. “Be a pal. Don’t be selfish. Share. Tell them, the next time they invite you to their place for one of their orgies, you’d like to bring a friend along.”
“I don’t go to the Mezeys’ place for orgies,” Bob protested.
“No? What do you call these little get-togethers, then?”
“I don’t know.”
“Sex parties? Threesomes?” Urban suggested.
“Well, whatever you’d call them, I can’t just invite you along to the next one. I can’t come out and tell them, ‘by the way, I’ve got a buddy who’s horny, too. Can you fuck him?’ I couldn’t say that to them.”
“Why not? They’re swingers, aren’t they? And according to you, they both like young guys. Sounds like they’re really into us muscle pups.”
“I don’t know if this is such a good idea, Urban.”
“Please, Bob. I’ve never been in a group sex scene. A man and a woman at once! Now I’m going crazy, wondering what that must be like.”
“Well … okay. The next time I see Adolar and I talk to him, if I can think of some subtle way to bring up the idea, I will. But I’m not going to be obvious about it. That’d be gross.”
Urban grinned. “Oh, heaven forbid! You might shock the Mezeys’ delicate sensibilities! But thanks, man. I knew I could count on you.”
Bob’s opportunity came sooner than he had anticipated. He received a phone call from Adolar, that very afternoon.
“Hello, Bob. What’re you doing on Saturday night?” Adolar asked.
Bob was about to say nothing, in hopes that Adolar would come up with a suggestion involving sex. But then he caught himself, and he improvised.
“I sort of promised my buddy Urban that I’d hang out with him,” Bob said, in the most casual tone of voice he could muster. “But I guess I could change my plans.”
“Urban and you are very good friends, aren’t you?”
“We’re besties,” Bob acknowledged, naïvely. “He’s like a brother to me.”
Adolar smiled. “That’s nice. If you don’t mind my asking—?”
“Yeah, Adolar?”
“Well—exactly how intimate are you two?”
“Are you talking about sex? No. We haven’t done it with each other—yet—if that’s what you’re talking about, big guy.”
Bob had come a long way in the past few weeks. He was no longer embarrassed about talking about such once-taboo topics. And he’d even managed to give that all-important word, yet, a sly, suggestive inflection, which he could tell the other bodybuilder had picked up on.
“Would you like to? Have sex with Urban, I mean?”
“Maybe. Sure. Why not? Urban is a great guy. Of course, he’s not like you. He’s not as experienced.” Although, Bob couldn’t help thinking, at the rate Urban was going, there was every likelihood he’d catch up! “Can I tell you something, Adolar, in strict confidence?”
“Of course.”
“The truth is, Urban puts on this big streetwise, macho act—but he’s really kind of shy.” Bob did have trouble keeping a straight face, when he uttered this outrageous fib, a
nd he was glad they were talking on the phone, and Adolar couldn’t see him. “He admitted to me, just the other day, that he’s always had a crush on you. Aw, hell—he’s got the hots for you, Adolar, as a matter of fact. He told me you’re just the kind of sexy older guy he likes. Of course, I know exactly where he’s coming from. After all, I feel the same way about you.”
“Wow.” Adolar was momentarily speechless, which was uncharacteristic of him.
“Maybe you’d be doing Urban a favor if you, ah, took him in hand and taught him a few things. The same way you taught me. In fact,” Bob added, impulsively, “I bet Urban would really like Mrs. Mezey, too, once he got to know her.”
Adolar chuckled. “You wouldn’t be jealous? If Vanessza and I ‘took Urban in hand,’ as you put it?”
“Well … maybe I’d feel a little left out, knowing that Urban was having a good time, and I wasn’t invited to join in.”
“You’ve enjoyed our threesomes, haven’t you, Bob?”
“Hell, yes.”
“Does the idea of a foursome appeal to you?”
Bob pretended that this was the first time such a possibility had entered his head. “A foursome? That sounds as though it could get really wild. Do you think you could talk Mrs. Mezey into something like that?”
Adolar smirked. “I can promise you, Bob, that I’ll have no trouble whatsoever talking Vanessza into it. Not when it’s Urban we’re talking about. She’s seen him around campus, of course, and at the soccer matches. He’s just the type she likes. Do you think he’d be interested?”
“I’ll ask him.”
“Be subtle, Bob,” Adolar advised. “Go about it indirectly. Don’t scare him away.”
“I’ll try not to.”
The upshot, of course, was that the Mezeys ended up inviting both Bob and Urban to their place for dinner, on Saturday night.
Bob was amused to see that Urban, who ordinarily was so self-confident, was in a tizzy of anticipation.
“What should I wear?” Urban asked.
“There’s no need to get all dressed up,” Bob told him. “They always have casual clothes on when I go to their place, so I dress down, too. Anyway, all the clothes come off, sooner or later. We spend most of the time naked. It’s more important to be good and clean, so we’ll shower and change before we leave. Oh, and don’t be surprised if they invite us to sleep there, after we’re done having sex. I always spend the night. They don’t want me to drive home, late at night, when I’m all tired out from fucking. And Adolar always makes breakfast. He’s a good cook. He makes the best palancsinta I’ve ever had,” he said, referring to the traditional Hungarian version of pancakes or crepes. “He stuffs them with ham and cheese—”
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