by Thomas Henry
The women took turns massaging his balls and sucking him. While one was on him, the other was sucking and fondling her. Sometimes, they double-teamed him. One would lick and suck his balls while the other sucked his cock.
Marilyn reached over and paused the video. She gave Karen a look and then moved down and took the head of my cock in her mouth. Notwithstanding the fact that my balls still were pretty-much numb from our activities at Turtle Bay, my cock hardened immediately. A moment later, Karen was licking my balls. I found one of each of their nipples and rolled them between my fingertips.
Karen gently sucked my left testicle into her mouth, continuing to work it with her tongue. A few moments later, Marilyn was cheek-to-cheek with Karen. I took a deep breath as Marilyn did the same with my right testicle while she stroked my cock with her hand.
Only a man can understand how incredibly vulnerable I felt, and how incredibly turned on I was, by having my balls in these two women’s mouths. The sensation was so intense that I could hardly breathe. Just when I thought I couldn’t take any more, they both let my testicles slide out of their mouths.
Marilyn ran her tongue up the underside of my cock and sucked the head into her mouth. Karen followed, licking the underside of my cock, from my balls up to Marilyn’s lips. The next thing I knew, Karen and Marilyn were kissing. At first, it was just lips on lips. But then I saw a flash of tongue and their mouths were open and their tongues intertwined.
They continued for a few seconds and then broke off the kiss. They both looked a bit embarrassed as they glanced at me.
“Um…let’s see what’s next on that video,” Marilyn said as she and Karen lay down next to me again. I put an arm around each of them. Marilyn tapped the mouse-pad and resumed the video.
The two young women in the video continued sucking the man’s cock and balls for a while. Then they took turns taking his cock between their breasts. Eventually, they got around to rubbing up and down his shaft with all four breasts at the same time while they kissed.
“Let’s move along here,” Marilyn said as she touched the progress bar to skip the video ahead a bit.
“Yeah,” Karen said. “Seems like the guy is having all the fun.” She gave my cock a squeeze.
When the video resumed, the women were lying together in the missionary position on the bed, and the guy was working his cock into the one on top. She had a hand down under her. I assumed that she was rubbing the other’s pussy. The two women kissed and massaged each other’s breasts as the guy started fucking the top one in earnest.
I decided it was time for me to show a little leadership. I paused the video and set the laptop aside. I pushed Karen onto her back and pulled her knees apart. Then I rolled Marilyn over on top of her, face down, with her legs together. I straddled Marilyn’s thighs and guided my cock up between them. Karen’s fingers found my cock and rubbed the head against Marilyn’s folds. She was wonderfully wet, and with a little guidance from Karen, I eased myself into her.
I put my hand on the middle of Marilyn’s back and pressed her against Karen as I stroked her. She grabbed Karen’s shoulders and rubbed her body against Karen’s in concert with my motions. I could feel Karen’s fingers moving against my cock as I slid in and out of Marilyn. Karen apparently was massaging Marilyn’s clit.
Marilyn rubbed her chest against Karen’s. They kissed tentatively. And then they kissed with passion. I felt Marilyn shudder. I held still while she tensed for a few moments. I was pretty sure Karen had brought her to orgasm with her fingers. When I felt her relax, I eased myself out of her and rolled onto my back.
My cock was standing straight up as I watched the women continue to kiss. Karen was pressing her pelvis up against Marilyn and squeezing her between her thighs. Marilyn broke off their kiss and whispered something in Karen’s ear. Karen gave a slight nod and looked over at me.
Marilyn rolled to the other side of Karen, who in turn, rolled over to me and straddled my cock. This time, it was Marilyn’s fingers that guided my cock into a very wet Karen.
Karen lay down on me and began kissing me as if it were just the two of us making love. Images of her riding Bill’s cock in the middle of the night flashed through my brain. I was rigid and throbbing, but my balls still had that thoroughly-fucked-out feeling. I was pretty sure Karen and Marilyn were the only ones who would be cumming any time soon.
Marilyn rose to her knees next to Karen. She ran one hand up and down Karen’s back while she fondled Karen’s breasts with the other. Karen sat up and the two women kissed briefly before Marilyn began sucking Karen’s nipples.
In a little while, Marilyn moved around behind Karen. One hand continued to fondle Karen’s breasts while the fingers of her other found my balls. Marilyn kissed her way down and up Karen’s back. Karen turned her head, and the two women French kissed again. To my great surprise, my balls began to come back to life.
The women broke off their kiss, and I heard them exchange unintelligible whispers. Karen lay back down on me and started kissing me again. Marilyn kissed Karen’s back and worked her way down. I was pretty sure she kissed Karen’s butt on both cheeks before she started licking and sucking my balls.
Karen slid up off of my cock. Marilyn immediately engulfed it with her mouth. I wondered if it was the first time Marilyn had ever tasted another woman’s juices.
Karen moved up a bit and settled on my stomach. Marilyn straddled me and guided me into her. She wrapped her arms around Karen and massaged her breasts as she began to ride me.
The two women moved together as if they both were fucking me. I felt fingers on my stomach and realized that Marilyn was massaging Karen’s clit. I felt Karen’s shudder all the way up through our kiss.
Marilyn rose off of me and tugged at Karen. Karen shifted down and took my cock deep into her again. Then she sat up and turned around until she was facing Marilyn. In effect, Karen was sitting on my lap as she continued to ride my cock. She stretched out her wide-spread legs and leaned back with her hands planted on the mattress.
Marilyn kneeled between my legs and gave Karen a deep kiss. Then she kissed her way down Karen’s front, with brief detours to suck Karen’s nipples. Marilyn lay down on her stomach between my legs. She kissed and licked my balls and then ran her tongue up my shaft to Karen’s clit. Karen and I continued to move together while Marilyn sucked Karen’s clit. Karen tensed, and her thighs started to tremble. I moment later, I felt Marilyn’s finger at my sphincter. She continued to lick my cock and suck Karen’s clit as she worked her finger into me and found my prostate. She had given me a taste of her skills at Turtle Bay, but that was nothing compared to what she unleashed on me now. She had me desperate. She owned me. And when she said, “Fill Karen with your sperm,” I exploded with an intensity I never had felt before.
I throbbed inside Karen for a couple of minutes before I softened and slipped out of her. My semen was oozing out of her folds. Marilyn pushed Karen’s thighs wide apart and caught my cum with her tongue. She licked Karen’s folds and then planted her lips on them. At first, I thought she was sucking Karen’s clit again, but then I realized that Marilyn had her tongue deep in Karen’s pussy, scooping up my semen. She rose and slid her body up Karen’s until they were face-to-face, mere inches from my face. Karen parted her lips, and Marilyn let some of my semen dribble into her mouth. Karen stuck out her tongue, and they came together in a sperm-swapping French kiss.
Karen forced her thigh between Marilyn’s legs and up tight against her pussy. Marilyn clamped down on it with her thighs, and the two of them rolled off of me. They wrapped their arms around each other and rubbed each other’s pussies with their thighs as they continued to kiss. I was pleased that I had succeeded in “greasing the skids,” and I really wanted to watch them, but I was exhausted. So I took a deep breath and closed my eyes.
I don’t know how long I slept, but sometime later, I became conscious of the sounds of women in ecstasy. I lay there with my eyes closed, momentarily confused because at least s
ome of the voices were strange to me. I could make out Karen and Marilyn, but there were others I didn’t know.
I opened my eyes and looked toward the sound. Karen and Marilyn were sitting on the bed next to me. They were face-to-face, with their legs scissored. They were kissing and moaning as they feverishly ground their pussies together.
Then I realized that the strange voices were coming from my laptop. I turned it so I could see the screen. Karen and Marilyn were watching a new video of two young lesbians sharing a glass dildo. They were lying in opposite directions on an air mattress. Their shiny bodies were slathered with oil, and they both were moaning and squealing as they fucked each other with the dildo by ramming their pussies together.
Karen broke off the kiss and looked at me. “You’re awake…ooh…um…oh…that feels so good…”
“Tribbing,” I said.
“You’re tripping?” Marilyn asked.
“No. You two are tribbing.”
“Uh…oh…uh…what’s that?”
“Tribbing. That’s what they call what you two are doing…rubbing your pussies together like that.”
“So,” Marilyn said. “Good to…uh…know…ah…what…oooh!”
I knew I couldn’t watch without wanting to get involved. But there just was no way I could. My balls just didn’t have it left in them. I closed my eyes again.
* * * * *
“I’m sorry. I can’t,” Karen said. “I already have a date with Bill.”
I almost dropped the phone. I felt like I had been kicked in the balls.
It was the Saturday after our weekend at Turtle Bay. Karen’s daughters had come home from the Mainland on Monday, and she’d been busy with them all week, so I hadn’t seen or talked to her since our Sunday-night session with Marilyn.
All week long, I had assumed that Karen and I would get together on Saturday night as we usually did. Her daughters would stay with Marilyn, and Karen would be free to spend the night with me. So, I had called to ask her out tonight, expecting that we would catch a movie, have a late dinner, and then spend the night at my place. I had just assumed that she would want to be with me. I hadn’t even considered the possibility that she would turn me down to be with Bill.
“Well…I guess that answers one question I’ve been wondering about,” I managed to say. “I wondered if you were going to keep seeing him.”
There was a long silence before she whispered, “Yes, I think so.”
I took a deep breath and tried calm my churning stomach. Before I could think of a reply, she whispered again, “But I don’t want it to change anything between us. I don’t want to lose you.”
My stomach settled a bit. “I don’t think you need to worry about that.”
“I was hoping you’d say that.”
“Marilyn sitting for you tonight?”
“Uh-huh. I…uh…I have to go now…you know…take a shower and get ready. I’ll, uh…I’ll call you tomorrow.” A moment later, the line went dead.
I sat there in stunned silence, replaying in my mind that last time I had seen Karen and Bill together in the shower. She was up against the wall, her arms and legs wrapped around him. He was driving his cock deep into her, pumping her full of his sperm. She had a look of ecstasy in her unfocused eyes.
In a couple of hours, she no doubt would be fucking him again. My head swam and my balls ached. How did I reconcile that with what she had said about not wanting to change anything between us?
As I thought it over, I had to admit that, even though I had intimate relationships with other women…Mai….Thuy…Crystal…and now perhaps Marilyn…those relationships did not in any way take away from my feelings for Karen. So why should it be any different for her? Why couldn’t she have an intimate relationship with Bill that took nothing away from her feelings for me?
But no matter how logical and reasonable and fair that all seemed, I still was unsettled about her seeing Bill. As I thought about it, I realized I had an all-consuming need. And a moral dilemma. And a practical problem.
My need was to see how Karen and Bill really were together when they thought no one was watching them. I needed to see her honest responses to his lovemaking. I needed to know how much of what I already had seen was genuine, and how much was just for show. Was it just sex, or was it more?
The only way I could find out was to spy on them. And that was my moral dilemma. Could I rationalize spying on them?
Of course, I didn’t think that either of them objected to me watching. But I needed to watch them when they didn’t know I was doing it. I needed to see them behaving naturally, without the possibility that they were playing to an audience. So even if I were to confess to spying on them, I’d have to do it after the fact.
Assuming that I could climb over that moral dilemma…and in my heart I knew I would…my practical problem was to figure out how I could spy on them. I concluded that I was unlikely to find a way to do it in person, so I probably was going to have to plant a camera somewhere to make a video of them. And so that really was my practical problem. Where could I secretly make a video of them?
The obvious place was Bill’s condo because that’s where they most likely would be doing what I wanted to see. But I couldn’t think of a way to go there and plant a camera without him knowing about it. I supposed that he might play along if I told him what I wanted to do. But I really didn’t want him to know. I wanted his actions with Karen to be all natural and unscripted. I didn’t want him to put on a show for me, and I didn’t want to risk having him tell Karen about the camera. I needed to see them together as they really were…totally uncensored.
I wrestled with the practical problem late into the night and for the next several days, and then the universe mysteriously provided the solution. I needed to go to the Mainland for a few days to take care of some business. When I mentioned that to Karen, she responded by asking if she and Bill could use my man-cave in Halawa while I was gone. It turned out that Bill’s daughter was visiting. The daughter was staying with Bill, which precluded him from taking Karen to his place. And, of course, Karen couldn’t take Bill to her place, what with her daughters and nosey neighbors and all.
My place in Halawa is my secret haven. Very few people have been there. Mai doesn’t even know it exists. So, I normally would be reluctant to let other people use it when I am not there. But Karen had been there many times and was comfortable there. And, it provided the perfect opportunity for me to make a secret video of her with Bill. So I agreed to let them use it.
As part of my security system, I already had several cameras there, so it wasn’t a big deal to add a few more where they would be most likely to capture what I wanted to see.
My man-cave is a 20,000 square foot concrete tilt-up building in a Halawa industrial park. I had it partitioned into several sections so that I could have separate areas for my various hobbies and interests. I had a professional-grade woodworking shop, a mechanics shop with a car lift, a paint spray booth, and so forth.
The part of my man-cave that Karen and Bill would use was the mezzanine I had built in the section where I kept my car collection. The mezzanine basically was a combination office and one-bedroom apartment. The outer room was a living area with a kitchen in one corner.
The next room was my private office. Behind that was a bedroom with a king-size bed and an adjoining bathroom.
All of my existing cameras were outside of the mezzanine. They allowed me to sit at my desk and see what was going on all around the building, both inside and out. Until now, I hadn’t felt a need to install any cameras inside the mezzanine.
So, I went to work. I hid a camera in the living area and another in my office. I hid three of them in the bedroom. One was in the ceiling directly over the bed. Another was at the foot of the bed, and the third was off to one side. Finally, I hid a camera in a corner of the bathroom above the toilet. It had a view of the entire bathroom, except for the toilet below it. I really wasn’t interested in watching anyone do their busin
ess there.
All of the cameras were set to record simultaneously, but only one of the cameras in the bedroom recorded sound. I figured that would be the only place where I really wanted to hear what was going on.
Even though each camera recorded to its own hard drive, there was no way I would have enough disk space to keep them recording the whole time I was gone. So, my biggest challenge was to figure out a mechanism for turning them on and off.
I finally settled on using the alarm system. When Karen arrived and turned off the alarm, the cameras would start to record. When she re-armed the alarm system as she left, the recording would stop. All I had to do was make sure she understood that the motion detectors dictated that she had to leave the system off while she was there, because otherwise, her movements would trigger the alarm.
I considered trying to set up the system on the internet so that I could monitor the cameras on my iPhone while I was gone, but I decided it just wouldn’t be practical to try to keep track of all those cameras that way. I’d just have to wait until I returned. Then, I’d be able to view all of the recordings simultaneously on my computer screens, and if I wanted, I could edit them into a single video that switched from camera to camera as the content dictated, sort of like watching a sporting event.
Although we had talked on the phone, I hadn’t actually seen Karen since the weekend at Turtle Bay, so the week I was on the Mainland seemed the longest of my life. I kept thinking about what the cameras might be recording while I was gone. I couldn’t wait to get back, but at the same time, I was anxious that I might see things I really didn’t want to see.
When I finally got back, Karen surprised me by meeting me at the airport. She threw her arms around my neck and pressed her body against mine as she kissed me. It was wonderful and reassuring to have her in my arms again, and yet I was unsettled. I couldn’t stop myself from imagining what she had been doing with Bill while I was gone.
I didn’t have a car at the airport because I had taken a taxi when I left, so Karen drove me out to my man-cave in Halawa. I had been planning to stay there and watch the videos of her and Bill that night, but I had to postpone watching them because Karen announced that she was spending the night with me. I wasn’t sure if I ever would tell her about the videos, but I was sure I wanted to watch them alone first. So, although I was anxious to see them, I figured that having Karen spend the night with me made the wait worthwhile, and as a bonus, I knew that the cameras would be recording us that night.
