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  My cock was hard. He dropped the soap and wrapped his soapy fingers around my erection, squeezing tight as he ran his fist up and down the length of my shaft. My eyes were closed. I could feel his breath on my cheek, then his mouth was pressing against mine and his tongue explored inside.

  He pulled me toward him, under the shower nozzle, dropping to his knees in front of me. The soap rinsed away from my cock. Gary started licking me, running his tongue over my balls and up the length of my dick, nibbling the head of it, flicking his tongue back and forth across the tip.

  He slowly went down on me, taking half my cock in his mouth, then he came up again, stroking me a few times before he went down yet again, this time to swallow the full length of my dick.

  I leaned against the shower wall and watched him suck me, moving his head slowly up and down, occasionally stopping to lick my balls and run his tongue up and don both sides of my cock.

  He worked his way up, licking my stomach, tracing a wet trail p to my chest, flicking his tongue over one nipple and then the other. I felt his hands on my shoulders, applying a downward pressure, and I knew what he wanted me to do.

  I knelt slowly, gently nibbling the soft, satiny tip of his erection, knowing he was about to slide his cock into my mouth. This was it, the culmination of years of fantasy and curiosity. Now I would know what it was like to feel a thick, throbbing cock in my mouth. I was afraid I wouldn’t like it, that I might want to back out at the last second, but then the tip of his cock nudged past my lips and slipped into my mouth. I felt it glide across my tongue and disappear to the back of my throat, sealing the deal for me.

  I sucked deep and hard. He moaned. I figured that meant I was doing something right. I kept at him with the same intensity, pulling his dick deeper into my mouth each time I sucked.

  The first spurt of cum caught me by surprise. I jerked my head back, but I kept his cock in my mouth, swallowing hard as his salty semen pumped down my throat. When he finished coming, I squeezed his dick, milking the last drops of cum into my mouth.

  We went to bed after the shower. He went down on me again, sucking and jerking my cock until I filled his mouth with cum. He licked it up, then popped my dick into his mouth and sucked it until I gradually began to go soft.

  After another drink, he started to doze off. As soon as he was asleep, I got dressed and left. I saw him one more time before I left L.A.

  And now he was here, in Chicago, living just fifteen minutes away from where my wife and I lived. The wife who knew nothing of my affair.

  I took out Gary ’s business card and ran my thumb over the embossed phone number.

  Beth knocked on the door.

  “Yeah?”

  She came into the studio. “Are you coming to bed soon?” she asked.

  “I’ve got a little more work to do,” I said.

  She kissed my cheek. “Hurry,” she said, closing the door on her way out.”

  I glanced at the card again and dialed his number.

  * * * *

  “I’m married,” I confessed.

  Gary handed me a scotch.

  “Okay,” he said quietly, seemingly unaffected by the news.

  “What we did, that was just a one-time thing. I’m not gay. I just wanted to… I don’t know… experiment.”

  “That’s fine.”

  “You don’t believe me, do you?”

  “That you’re not gay? I believe you’re not gay. It doesn’t matter one way or the other. Did you enjoy the experience?”

  “I… well, yes…”

  “Then it worked out, right?”

  I went home with him that night. We sat together on the couch. He put my hand on his cock. I felt the hard bulge pressing through his jeans. I tugged his zipper down. I reached into his pants and withdrew his dick, stroking it up and down, caressing the soft head with my thumb.

  He stood up, moving so that he faced me. My fingers were still on his cock. I pulled him toward me, licking the tip of it, sliding my lips over it, swallowing the thick, hot length until I felt the head nudge the back of my throat.

  He undressed himself, then he pulled me off the couch and kissed me, his hands peeling away my clothes as his tongue probed my mouth.

  He grabbed my ass and drew me against him, our cocks rubbing together, his chest against mine.

  I offered no resistance as he turned me around and bent me over the couch. His lips and tongue moved down my back. His hands squeezed and lifted my ass, spreading the cheeks apart. His tongue darted around my anus and over my balls. He reached around me and slowly pumped my cock, his tongue simultaneously working its way inside my ass.

  He left the room and returned with a bottle of oil. I watched him squeeze some in the palm of his hand and rub it over the length of his dick. The mere sight of seeing that increased my arousal. I wanted what he was about to give me.

  He dribbled the oil down the crack of my ass. I felt it spread around my asshole, then I could feel him massaging it in and around my tight opening, working the tip of one finger inside me, slowly inserting it deep inside my rectum, moving it in and out.

  He held my hips and stood behind me, letting his dick slip between my cheeks. The head of it pressed against my anus. I pushed backward, trying to get it past the ring of muscle. He seemed to be too large to fit, but after only a little more resistance, he was sliding deep inside my ass, stretching me apart, filling me with his hot, hard prick.

  Gripping the back of the couch, I steadied myself for each of his thrusts. He moved slow at first, easing back and forth until I was used to the newness of having my ass fucked, then he fucked me more intensely, driving in and out, hard and deep, his balls banging away at mine with every thrust.

  His cock jerked inside me, swelling against the walls of my ass. He grunted as he slid all the way inside me and kept his cock there, filling me with thick, hot spurts of cum.

  I drove home that night without questioning myself any longer. I didn’t think I was gay, but I was most certainly bisexual. I loved Beth, but I had to confess to her that I enjoyed sex with men. How do you tell your wife something like that?

  She was awake when I got home.

  “We need to talk,” I said to her.

  I told her about L.A., about running into Gary at the art store, and about being with him that night. She listened without saying a word. When I finished my confession, she said, “Do you want a divorce?”

  “No.”

  “Then invite him over. I want to watch.”

  “I don’t…”

  “I want to see you suck his cock.”

  My wife had never been so bold. Hearing her say that made me want to fuck her.

  “Are you sure?”

  “I’m sure. Invite him over this weekend.”

  That night I dreamed about sharing Gary ’s cock with my wife. I saw each of us licking his dick, passing it back and forth, both our tongues lapping at the head of his cock as a fountain of hot, milky cum spurted between us.

  I slept like a baby.

  Friday night came. Gary had agreed to go along with anything Beth wanted. I was nervous, but I couldn’t wait for him to show up. When he finally arrived, the three of us ate dinner and retired to the living room for drinks. Beth made sure that she and I sat together on the couch. I really had no idea what to expect. The game now belonged to my wife. Only she knew what she had in store for Gary and me.

  Gary began to talk about his latest pieces of work. Beth watched him while he talked, but her hand was in my lap, undoing my zipper. She slipped her fingers inside and took out my cock, casually stroking it as she listened to Gary.

  Gary unzipped his pants and took out his cock, stroking the hard length of it. Beth lowered her head and began sucking me, taking my cock all the way to the base, her lips closing tight around it as she drew back, then relaxing as she plunged down on me again.

  The conversation was gone. The only sounds in the room were the wet sounds produced by Beth as she sucked, mixed with the uneven
breathing of two aroused men.

  Beth worked extra hard on my cock, as if she felt she had something to prove to Gary-as if she wanted to show him that a woman was still better at sucking cock than any man could be. She caressed the spongy head of my dick with slow, lengthy passes of her tongue, leaving behind thick, silky strands of saliva that she sucked back into her mouth. She licked my balls, teased the sensitive underside of my cock head, and placed wet kisses up and down both sides of my shaft, all while stroking me with her soft fingers.

  Gary came over to join us on the couch, still stroking his dick, his eyes fastened on my glistening penis as it slipped in and out of Beth’s mouth. He stood in front of me so I could take his cock into my mouth. Beth stopped sucking my cock and watched, fascinated for some time by the sight of me sucking on Gary. When she finally went back to sucking my cock, she sucked with even more skill than she had before, jerking with her fist as she used her lips and tongue over every inch of my erection.

  I didn’t want to come yet, so I had to push Beth away. I pulled her to me, letting Gary ’s cock slip from my mouth and pushing it into Beth’s. She went halfway down on him, sucked gently for a few seconds, then came up and swirled her pink tongue around his cock head. I leaned up to join her, our tongues working together around the smooth, fleshy helmet of his cock.

  Gary shucked off his clothes as Beth and I continued to work on him, then as she occupied herself with his dick, I took off my clothes.

  We undressed Beth together, licking and sucking every inch of her as we took off each article of her clothing.

  She sat on the couch with her legs open, her butt resting on the very edge, and offered me her wide pink slit. I knelt down and began licking her, teasing the soft folds of her vulva and nibbling her swollen clit.

  On the coffee table, placed there by my always-prepared wife, was a tube of lubricant she and I had used one time for anal sex. Gary grabbed the lubricant and smeared it along the length of his cock.

  Beth dragged my head between her legs. I slipped my tongue between the fleshy folds of her inner lips, parting them with a long sweep as I made my way up to her clitoris. I drew the little pink button into my mouth and teased it with quick flicks of my tongue.

  Gary pressed his cock into my ass. It went in much smoother this time. I felt the warm sides of his thick dick forcing me open, stretching my ass around it as he went all the way inside me.

  He fucked me with slow, even strokes, massaging my ass with his dick. The warm, full pressure of him inside me was exquisite. I moaned, but the sound of it was lost inside the damp heat of my wife’s pussy.

  Gary moved faster, his balls slapping against mine, each thrust of his dick pushing me harder against my wife’s wet cunt.

  Beth watched over my shoulder as Gary fucked me. I wondered what it was like for her, seeing a man fuck her husband in the ass. Did she feel any jealousy at all, or was it just a sexual charge for her?

  “Fuck him,” she encouraged Gary. She put her hands on the back of my head and pulled me tighter against her pussy. “Eat that pussy,” she gasped.

  Gary was pumping me hard, his belly slapping the cheeks of my ass. I felt his dick swell inside me. It felt like his cock was three times its normal size, and then suddenly I could feel the slick, hot spurts of his semen pumping into my ass.

  Beth reached her climax then, lifting her hips, thrashing against my face as I slid my hands under her bottom and tried to hold her steady.

  Gary pulled his cock from my ass. I turned around and leaned against the couch, my cock standing up like a piece of carved marble. Gary went down on me. Beth slid off the couch and knelt beside Gary. She took hold of my cock and jerked me off as he continued sucking me. I groaned as I reached my climax, filling Gary ’s mouth with cum. He tightened his lips and gulped, swallowing every drop as Beth continued to jerk me off.

  When Gary finally removed his mouth from my cock, Beth leaned over and kissed him. He hesitated at first, then he let her tongue slip inside his mouth, sharing the last of my cum with her.

  The three of us have shared many such nights since, but that first one is the experience I will remember best, and it all started with one night in L.A.

  Piece of the Past

  I loved Kate, but our difference of opinion on too many issues stood in the way of a future together. She called off our wedding a week before it was to take place. Just like that, she dumped me, and it broke my heart. Deep down I knew it was for the best, but that didn’t take away the heartache.

  A confession here. I still kept her white silk robe hanging on a hook on the inside of my bedroom door. I still had her pictures, several of them anyway, in the top drawer of my dresser, buried under my socks and underwear. I forced myself to look at them every time I went through that drawer.

  She moved away, somewhere south, I don’t know where. I expected never to see her again. Two years later, just as I was starting to function without her, she called and said she was getting married. Just like that, as if that information was something I needed.

  “I’m happy for you,” I told her.

  “You don’t sound happy.”

  “Of course I am,” I said, and I think I really meant it.

  “Does that mean you’ll be there?”

  “Be where?”

  “At the wedding?”

  “I’d like you to at least meet him,” she said. “My fiancé.”

  I was, of course, stunned by the suggestion. I told her no, but she started in with that sweet little-girl voice she always used when she wanted to have her way, so I gave in and told her I would at least meet the guy, but that I would in no way consent to showing up at her wedding.

  Before we hung up, I had directions to the house she and Mike shared. We arranged for me to visit the following weekend. I spent the week trying to talk myself out of the visit, but five days after my phone conversation with Kate, I showed up as scheduled.

  Mike wasn’t home. Kate led me to the living room and offered me a glass of wine. We sat together on the couch. She faced me, bringing one knee up and tucking her right foot under her left leg.

  “I bet you’re wondering why I wanted this, huh?” she asked.

  “Crossed my mind,” I said.

  “Having a hard time with this?”

  “Would it make you happy if I said yes?”

  “Sure it would. Are you jealous?” she asked.

  “Don’t flatter yourself,” I replied a little too quickly.

  “I don’t need to. The fact that you drove all this way is flattering enough.”

  I changed the subject. “Where is this wonderful fiancé of yours?”

  “He shouldn’t be long. He wanted us to be able to catch up.”

  “Sounds like a nice guy,” I said, edging the words with a hint of sarcasm.

  “He’s sweet,” she said.

  “Say you’re not going to ask me to give you away at your wedding.” I said.

  “I would if I thought I could get away with it,” she said, and then she hesitated, weighing her next words carefully.

  “I called you for another reason,” she went on. “You know how we sometimes talked about fantasies and stuff, and how I always told you I liked the idea of being with two guys?”

  “Yeah, I remember…”

  “Well, I kinda brought that up to Mike, and he and I talked about it, and I’ve decided I want to do it before I get married. I want the two of you together, all three of us to making love.”

  I was thrown through a loop. I sat in silence. How the hell do you respond to such a suggestion?

  “You okay?”

  “Fine,” I said. “This isn’t the reunion I expected, that’s all.”

  “Disappointed?”

  “I don’t think disappointed is… I’m just surprised. What does your future husband think of all this?”

  “He’s okay with it. I don’t think he was thrilled at first, but he loves me. He wants me to be happy. I think he knows this is something I need
to do.”

  “You need to do?”

  “I think so,” she said.

  I took a swallow of sweet wine, thought about her proposition, and then said, “I’ll think about it.”

  A key jiggled in the front door.

  “Think fast,” she said. “Mike’s home.”

  She met him as he came into the living room, brushing her lips over his, then she introduced us officially.

  “I’ve heard a lot about you,” Mike said.

  I studied the guy with the sort of scrutiny only an ex-boyfriend could manage.

  I had an immediate dislike toward him, mainly because I wondered what sort of guy would share his wife-to-be with her ex-boyfriend. He wore casual slacks and a polo shirt. His haircut was too neat, his aftershave a bit too heavy. He wasn’t Kate’s style. I couldn’t imagine the two of them fucking.

  “I’ll get more wine,” Kate said. You two should get acquainted.”

  We watched her leave the room. If anything, I couldn’t deny he looked at her with the same adoration as I did. He loved her, despite what I may have thought at first, and maybe he was doing all this simply because he wanted Kate to be happy. I know I’d done things in the past just to make her happy. I would have gone to almost any length to give her what she wanted. Question was, would I still go to any length?

  Mike and I didn’t have much to say. Hey, thanks for letting me fuck her one more time before she becomes your wife.

  Instead, I congratulated him on the upcoming marriage. He asked if I planned to be there. I promised I’d think about it, and then Kate returned with the wine, letting me off the hook.

  She filled out glasses and sat with me on the couch. Mike sat in a recliner beside the couch.

  “Is it okay to smoke?” I asked, taking a pack of cigarettes from my pocket.

  “Knock yourself out,” Kate said.

  She grabbed an ashtray from the end table on her end of the couch and leaned across to me to set it on the arm of the couch. One soft breast pushed down on my hand. I felt her hard nipple through the thin material. The scent of her perfume danced around me, wrapping me in its suggestive scent.