by Thomas Henry
My mind raced. I couldn’t find a “truthful” answer that wouldn’t seem to reveal that Karen and I had been together. Then I got an inspiration. I’d just change the question. Who would know? “It says, ‘Have you ever been with more than one person in the same day?’ Yes, I have.” Today, for example.
Karen gave me a quick glance. Marilyn tugged at my arm. “Details! Details! We want details.”
Fortunately, I could come up with a truthful answer to the question without revealing too much. “Well, let’s just say I’ve had a threesome.”
“Two women, or two men?” Marilyn asked.
“Yes.”
“Wait a minute,” Marilyn said. “Yes to which? Two women or two men?”
“Both.”
“Really?” Karen asked with mock innocence. “You’ve shared a woman with another man?”
Bill gave me a glance. He probably was assuming that I was referring to my threesome with him and Mai. He had no way of knowing about my threesomes with Karen and Ted. Or about the time Mai and I had gone to Hana with Karen and Ted.
“Yep. Sure did.”
Marilyn took a swig of her wine and turned to me. “Did she let you both…um…cum inside her?”
I nodded. I wondered where she was going with that. I waited a few moments for a follow-up question, but none came.
“Okay,” I said. “Marilyn, truth or dare?”
“Truth.”
I tapped the phone. “Okay, this is a two-part question. First, would you French-kiss Bill for $10?”
Marilyn winked at Bill. “Make it twenty and you’ve got a deal.”
“And that’s a serendipitous segue into the second part of the question,” I said. “How far…”
“A what-en-dipitous what?” Karen said.
“Serendipitous seque.”
“Bet you can’t say that three times fast!”
“Bet you’re right. Anyway, Marilyn, it asks how far you would go with Bill for $1,000.”
“Show me the money, and we’ll find out.”
“Gotta go get my wallet,” I said. I started to stand up, but Marilyn grabbed my robe and pulled me back down.
“Okay,” I said, “Bill?”
“Dare.”
“Give Marilyn $1,000, and see how far she goes.”
“Hey!” Marilyn said, “You didn’t even touch the phone!”
I shrugged my shoulders and made a show of pressing my finger against the screen of my phone. “Okay, Bill. It says to give us a strip tease. Go as far as you dare.”
“Gonna need some stripping music.” I realized for the first time that Bill’s romantic music had ended.
“Nooo problem,” I said as I tapped my phone several times. A few seconds later, YouTube started playing David Rose’s iconic instrumental, “The Stripper.”
Bill did a credible bump-and-grind as he worked his shirt over his head. He twirled it around a few times before letting it fly across the room. Then he slipped his thumbs inside the waist band of his shorts and eased them down a bit.
“Take it off!” Karen said.
“Yeah, take it off!” Marilyn echoed. “Take it all off!”
Bill quickly pushed his shorts down to his ankles and stepped out of them. He spread his legs and swung his hips back and forth, slapping his cock against his thighs in time with the music.
Karen was bobbing her head in sync with his movements. “My turn?” she said.
I nodded.
“Dare!”
I touched the screen and the music stopped. Bill sat back down, still nude. When I read the screen, I decided that there really must be a God. “Karen, it says to find something phallic in the room and give the group a taste of your oral skills.”
Karen scowled and made a show of surveying the room, looking everywhere except at Bill’s cock. “Hmmm…I really don’t see anything phallic.”
Bill jumped to his feet and tapped the head of his cock against her chin.
“Oh! There’s something phallic!” She ducked her head and captured the tip with her lips. My stomach turned over…and my own cock throbbed as Karen sucked and stroked him back to a full erection. It didn’t take long.
“Most impressive,” I said. “Okay, my turn.”
“To suck Bill’s cock?” Marilyn asked.
“Very funny. Truth.” I touched the screen and started to laugh so hard I couldn’t read the question.
“What’s so funny?” Marilyn took the phone from me and broke into a big smile as she read, “If you were a woman for a day, what would you do?” She winked at me. “Oh, so you do want to suck Bill’s cock.”
I took the phone back. “Okay, Marilyn, your turn.”
“Okay,” she said. “Move over, Karen.”
“Um…Marilyn… Not your turn to suck Bill’s cock. Your turn for truth or dare.”
“Oh. My turn for that. Um…truth.”
I touched the phone. “Okay. Have you ever hooked up with someone who was in another relationship? Did you know beforehand?”
Marilyn blushed and nodded. “Yes and yes.”
I wanted to ask for details, but I was too distracted by Karen, who had gone back to sucking Bill’s cock and massaging his balls. I finally managed to say, “Bill. Your turn. Truth or dare.”
“Oh man! Uh…okay…uh…dare.”
I touched the screen. “Let Marilyn give you a massage. She gets to choose what to massage.”
Karen abruptly stopped sucking and said, “Heeey! That reminds me. Remember what you said last time?”
“No idea what you’re talking about,” I said. I knew exactly what was coming.
“BS. You said that, if Marilyn ever had sex with you, you’d give Bill a nude massage.”
“That’s right!” Marilyn chimed in. “And I did my part…vile as it was!”
I looked at Bill. “What’d I tell you that night?”
He nodded and winked at me. “Yep…and don’t forget what I told you.”
“Hey, what are you guys talking about?” Karen asked.
“Oh, after you ladies left Bill’s place that night, I bet him that you wouldn’t forget about that little agreement.”
“Yeah,” Bill said. “And I told him I was gonna want a happy ending.”
Karen clapped her hands together and laughed. “Oh, I can’t wait to see that!”
“What’s a happy ending?” Marilyn asked. She seemed to be serious.
“Think about it,” Karen said.
A few moments later, Marilyn’s eyes widened. “Oh, you don’t mean…”
“Exactly!” Karen said, nodding vigorously. She jumped to her feet. “Okay, boys, let’s get the show on the road.”
Bill leaned back and spread his arms and legs, giving us all a good look at his cock and balls. “I’m ready!”
“And you’re way overdressed,” Marilyn said, turning to me. “Stand up.”
I did, grateful for the fact that my erection had subsided. Marilyn immediately untied my robe and pulled it off. I started unbuttoning my pajama top. Marilyn brushed my hands aside and said, “Here…let me do that.” She was down to the last button when Karen untied my bottoms and pulled them down my legs. A moment later, I was fully nude…and a bit uncomfortable about the fact that my cock had started to swell again.
“You know,” I said, “I think you ladies should be naked, too.”
Bill nodded. “Yeah, works for me.”
Marilyn crossed her arms and shook her head. “Uh-uh. Nothing in our deal about that. Just you two guys.”
“Oh, man!” I said, “I just can’t catch a break.”
“Oh, I don’t know about that,” Marilyn said as she took hold of my cock. “Do a good job on Bill, and I just might let you have me again.” She gave me a squeeze, and I swelled a little more.
“Okay,” I said, rubbing my hands together and looking around. “Where are we going to do this?”
“I know,” Karen said. “Let’s put some beach towels on the bed in the master bedroom and do it th
ere.”
“Beach towels?”
“To keep from getting oil all over the bed.”
“Oil?”
“Massage oil.” Karen gave me an exaggerated smile. “I came prepared.”
Marilyn got out the towels. Karen found the oil. I brought in a couple of candles from the dining room table and turned off the lights. And a couple of minutes later, Bill was lying face-down along one edge of the bed. The two women were sitting on the other side of the bed, watching intently.
I wondered where to start. Even though we had talked about this a couple of times, I never had thought about how I’d actually do the massage. I supposed it didn’t really matter much. I mean, it’s not like I was going to try to give him a real massage. I poured some oil in one hand and then rubbed my hands together.
I stepped over to the edge of the bed and put my hands on the middle of Bill’s back. My stomach clenched and my balls tightened as I noticed for the first time the scratch marks that ran from his shoulder blades to his waist. No doubt from Karen’s nails raking his back as he fucked her.
I ran my hands up and down the muscles of his well-developed back and shoulders, spreading the oil. I couldn’t help but think about Karen’s fingernails digging into his skin as he drove his cock into her. I shook my head and tried to bear down on him. I was able to massage the near side pretty well, but it was harder to reach the other side without letting my junk touch his arm.
“Too bad we don’t have a proper massage table,” I said.
“Why’s that?” Karen asked.
“So I could walk around to the other side. Give him an even massage on both sides.”
“I know,” Marilyn said. She gave me a sly smile. “Why don’t you just get up on the bed and straddle him? That should work.”
“Oh, sure…”
“Oh, come on! Bill doesn’t mind having you straddle his bare ass, do you Bill?” Marilyn said.
Bill’s head was turned away from me, but I heard him mumble, “Just remember. My ass is exit-only.”
“Yeah, come on,” Karen said. “Get on up here. Bill, scoot over this way a little bit.”
Bill moved to the center of the king-size bed. Marilyn moved over as well. Karen hopped off the bed and came around to my side. She smacked me on the ass and said, “C’mon. Up you go.”
As I climbed onto the bed, I wondered exactly how I was going to straddle Bill. My first impulse was to straddle his waist, putting us butt-to-butt. But I realize that would put me too far up toward his shoulders. My only workable option seemed to be to straddle his thighs, which of course, would put my cock and balls up against his ass.
“Sorry, Bill,” I said as I lifted a knee over him.
“Yeah,” he mumbled. “Shoulda struck a better deal. Shoulda made her do both of us first.”
That comment earned him a sharp slap on the ass from Marilyn. “A deal’s a deal, buddy!” Then she rested her hand on his right butt cheek. “But if you boys do a good job with this massage, who knows what kind of a reward you might get.”
I dribbled more oil up the center of Bill’s back and started to rub with both hands. I wondered where all this was going. Why were the women so excited about me giving Bill a nude massage? Were they just getting a kick out of embarrassing us? Or did they find it sexy? I had heard that some women are turned on by watching their men together. I wondered if Karen and Marilyn were such women.
As I slid my hands up and down Bill’s muscular back, I couldn’t help but think about Karen doing the same from the other side as he plowed her with his cock. And that thought made my own cock swell some more. I hoped no one would notice. I didn’t want them to think I was getting turned on by touching Bill’s naked body.
I tried to will my cock to soften, but no luck. Hard-ons are the damnedest things. A man can’t will himself to have one, and he can’t will one away. Cocks just have a mind of their own, and mine was of a mind to embarrass me.
I rocked back as I slid my hands down to the small of Bill’s back. When I ran my hands back up to his shoulders, I moved my hips forward a bit, and my swollen cock slipped between his thighs, high up under his butt. He didn’t say anything, but he clenched me with his thighs and ass. My cock swelled some more.
Bill kept his grip on me for a few seconds, but when I slid my hands down his back, he relaxed. I slid my butt further down his thighs, nearly to his knees, letting my cock nestle between his legs.
I tried to be nonchalant as I dribbled oil across Bill’s ass and started to massage him there. Like the rest of his body, his round ass cheeks were firm and muscular. As I ran my palms over them, I imagined them flexing as he drove his cock into Karen. My stomach churned. And my own cock suddenly went rigid.
Of course, the women noticed right away. Marilyn grabbed me and started stroking. “Oh-oh, Bill. Better watch out. He has a hard-on.”
“Bill, do you have a hard-on, too?” Karen teased.
Bill pressed his face into the bed and grumbled something.
Karen gave him a pat on the butt. “C’mon Bill. Turn over and let us see. C’mon!” As she tugged at him, trying to get him to turn over, I climbed off of him and knelt next to her.
Karen tugged again and Marilyn pushed. Finally, Bill groaned and turned over. His cock stood straight up. Both women clapped and hooted.
Marilyn gave me a challenging look. “Okay, boys. Now that you have each other all turned on, it’s time for the happy ending.”
I nodded. Time to play a little chicken. I wondered who would back down first. I poured some oil in one hand and then rubbed my hands together. I slid my right hand over Bill’s thigh and cupped his large balls. I could feel them tighten. I imagined them tightening like that as he was pumping his sperm into Karen. My own balls tightened.
I grabbed his cock with my left hand and squeezed. He was rock hard and ramrod straight. I slowly stroked it, trying to imagine how it felt to Karen as he boned her. My own cock was throbbing. I looked down and saw a drop of clear fluid oozing from the head.
“I can’t watch this,” Bill said, chuckling as he pulled a pillow over his face.
I continued stroking him slowly. I was pretty sure that my bluff had been called. Although I often had wondered what it was like for a woman when she was sucking me, I really wasn’t prepared to find out first hand.
Karen caught my attention by slipping a hand between my thighs and tickling my balls. When I looked at her, she nodded her head toward Marilyn. I looked at Marilyn. She gave me a big smile and silently mouthed the words, “You stroke, I’ll suck.”
I gave her a wink and breathed a sigh of relief. “Okay, Bill,” I said. “You ready?”
He mumbled something into the pillow. I ran my hand down to the base of his cock and leaned over a bit as if to suck him. Marilyn leaned at the same time and engulfed his head. She slowly sucked, rubbing her tongue back and forth under his knob. Bill tensed and mumbled something else into the pillow.
Marilyn released his cock, and I said, “Take it easy buddy. I’ll finish you off as quickly as I can.”
Marilyn immediately engulfed him again, this time taking his whole length. I was impressed that she could take him down her throat.
I squeezed Bill’s balls. He gasped and threw the pillow aside. He looked down at Marilyn and laughed. “I knew it!” He looked at me. “I knew there was no way you would do that.”
“Sorry for the deception,” I said. “Want her to stop?”
“Oh, hell no!”
I let go of Bill’s cock and balls. Marilyn sucked him for a few seconds more and then sat back. “That’s enough for now,” she said.
“For now?” Bill asked.
“Well, there may be more where that came from, but first you guys have to give us ladies a massage.”
“Naked?” I asked.
“Silly question,” Karen said, giving my balls another little squeeze.
I started pulling off Karen’s teddy. Bill gave me a quick look. “So…are we swapping partne
rs?”
“At least for a while,” Marilyn said. “You got a problem with that?” Bill’s eyes flickered from me to Karen, and then he turned to Marilyn. A few seconds later, he had her naked and face-down on the bed. He straddled her butt, with his rigid cock pressed against her crack.
A wave of excitement rolled over me as I did the same with Karen. I poured some oil down the middle of her back and began to massage her with long strokes from her waist to her shoulders. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see that Bill was doing pretty much the same to Marilyn. I was feeling a surge of adrenaline. I was a bit drunk. I was feeling emboldened. And I was horny as hell. I wondered how Bill was going to react to what I was about to do.
I ran my oily hands around under Karen’s body and grasped her breasts. I squeezed and pulled at her nipples. She responded by pressing her ass against my erection. I slid my hands back out and moved down her legs a bit. I dribbled some oil across her butt and then let a few drops fall directly into her crack.
I squeezed and massaged her, running my hands up and down over her rump, spreading her cheeks, and trailing my thumbs over her anus. I slipped one thumb down between her folds. She was awash in her own juices.
I eased myself down onto her slippery body. She lifted her ass and presented her sex to me. Between the massage oil and her own juices, she was incredibly lubricated. I was instantly balls-deep in her burning pussy.
For a few moments, I had forgotten about Bill. But now, with my cock deep in Karen’s belly, I glanced over at him, wondering how he would react to me fucking “his” woman.
Bill was sliding his cock up and down between Marilyn’s butt cheeks as he watched Karen and me. Marilyn’s eyes were closed. I couldn’t read Bill’s expression, but since he looked like he was about to bone “my” woman, I figured things were okay.
I stretched out on top of Karen and took her by the hands. I looked in Bill’s eyes as I drew back and then rammed my cock deep into her. Then I nodded at Marilyn. Bill nodded slowly as he drew back his cock until it dropped between her thighs. Marilyn opened her eyes wide as she took the black man’s cock for the first time.
