Our First Time: Anthology of a Menage

by Jennifer O'Donnell

  After she had come on Ricks face, he took a moment to get undressed as well. Melissa eyed him intensely, while she kept her mouth on Travis. As soon as Rick was naked, she quickly moved to suck on him. She kept a hand on each of them, stroking them in unison. They both had beautiful cocks, Travis was circumcised, but Rick wasn’t. She was having so much fun going back and forth, she never wanted it to end. The two men could sense her level of enjoyment, and it only served to turn them on more intensely.

  After some time spent sucking them each in turn, Rick moved to position Melissa on the couch. Travis lay back against the side of the couch, allowing Melissa continue sucking on him while able to crouch on her knees with her ass in the air. At first Rick just admired her from behind, and then he slowly started to rub her with his hands. He slapped her ass few times, something he knew she liked. Then he bent over and buried his tongue into her ass. She always loved having her ass teased, and each swirl of his tongue made her buck back and forth.

  “Stop teasing and fuck me,” she demanded. Rick lubed up his cock, and slowly started to slide it inside of her. At first he teased her with just the tip, but then she slammed herself against him, forcing him all the way in. She was so hot and wet, Rick nearly came instantly. He grabbed her by the hips and began to grind against her the way he knew she liked it. She loved to be fucked hard, but she loved it even more when he pulled all the way out slowly. He grabbed a fist full of her hair, and began to control how she sucked on Travis while he fucked her from behind. As he did, he could see Travis watching as he fucked her. Rick stopped for a second, sliding himself out of her slowly. His cock glistening wet from her vagina. He sat back, and gave Travis the nod of approval. Melissa turned around, and repositioned on top of Travis.

  Travis gasped as she lowered herself on top of him. He hadn’t been with a woman in years, and truth be told, this was one of the hottest moments in his life. She looked beautiful as she slid him inside of her, and she rode him backwards so he could lay back and watch her bounce up and down on him. Once they got a rhythm going, Melissa turned back towards Rick, gripping his cock and swallowing it whole. They fucked like this until Melissa’s thighs burned from the work out.

  “I think it’s time to try something else.” She said. “I want you both inside me at the same time.” Rick and Travis looked at each other for a moment, unsure of who should go where. “Oh boys don’t be so uncertain, how about this.” She grabbed Rick and forced him to sit on the couch so she could climb on top. Once he was inside of her, and she was comfortable she turned to Travis. “I think you can guess where you need to go, but be gentle, it’s been awhile.” They all chuckled at her warning. Travis began to tease her ass with the tip of his cock. She was tight, but relaxed enough to let him in. He pushed gently, Melissa moaning the entire time, until he slid inside of her. Her ass was tight, and she clenched making it even tighter. At first they moved slowly, and then Melissa began to take control. She was in ecstasy, every fiber of her being exploded with pleasure. She rocked back and forth on both of them, every clench and movement making both of them groans. They pawed at her, grabbing her tits, and pulling her hair. She couldn’t tell who was who at one point; the only thing she knew was pleasure. She fucked them harder and harder, their groans getting deeper and deeper. She knew she was close to making them both come and she wanted to be on her knees when it happened.

  “Don’t cum inside me boys, I want to be on my knees when you let go.” The words only made them fuck her harder. They both took control, and slammed against her. She came instantly when they took control, but before she could finish they had both pulled themselves off of her. Instinctively she got onto her knees. Travis and Rick stood side by side as they erupted in pleasure, Melissa eagerly awaiting her prize. She grabbed both of their cocks as they finished-off simultaneously, spraying their cum all over her face and tits. They could hardly stand the pleasure as she milked every last drop out of them, and once finished they all collapsed on the floor.

  They all lay there for a moment, letting the experience sink in. Melissa was first to get up to shower. Feeling frazzled and sore, she knew she was a mess. Travis and Rick didn’t speak for a bit, and dressed in silence. It was Rick who finally broke the tension. “I’m surprised at how good that was.” He smiled at Travis gently. “You’re telling me. You’ve got quite the wife there, old friend. I didn’t think she had that in her.” They both laughed at his response.

  “I’ll be honest man, watching you with her, was far more arousing than I probably care to admit. I’m not the least bit jealous as I thought I would be.”“Well you know I would never want to do anything to ruin what you two have, but I’d be lying if I said I never wanted to do that again.” “Well don’t you worry Travis,” Melissa interrupted as she re-entered the room covered with only a towel. “I think we might be doing this again real soon.”

  They spent the rest of the night, talking and relaxing as friends. Earlier feelings of nervous tension had melted away and they felt closer than ever. They made a point of exchanging plenty of complements and jokes about the whole thing. Melissa even went so far as to express of a few other things she would like to try with them. No one realized that it was already morning when they finally called it a night. Their excitement had given them too much energy for sleep. In the end, they felt closer as friends, and the door open to new chapter between them.

  Chapter 9

  Ménage in Pitch Black

  By Jennifer O’Donnell

  I took my day off and wasted it by sitting on the couch and reading, followed by “binge watching” half a season of Game of Thrones. It wasn’t how I’d imagined the day, but that’s how it turned out. Now, I just waited for my husband, Sam to get home before we decided whether to eat out or cobble something together from the mostly bare refrigerator.

  Damn. I was supposed to go shopping today. On second thought, it could wait. Sam and I had been married a little over three years, and I loved him to death. He was building a career and I was working my way through school, trying to earn my bachelor’s degree in criminal justice. We were a bit of an unlikely pair. Sam had always been an outgoing person and I was a bit more reserved, which made it even odder that I’d asked him out on our first date.

  We had great chemistry from our very first night together. Sam was handsome. He was tall, and fit, with gorgeous shoulder-length hair and a pair of piercing blue eyes. I fancied him to be my own personal Thor. By the way, I was definitely a head-turner. Medium height with long dancer’s legs that met at perfectly curvy hips, and an ass that had been sculpted by thousands of squats. My husband loved my boobs most of all. They weren’t huge, but they were those once in the genetic wheel of fortune---gravity defying boobs---that turned both male and female heads. Anytime I wore a gown with a plunging neckline, all eyes focused in directly on the tiny heart tattoo on my left breast, which made things awkward for Sam, because he was super good-looking as well.

  Sam was great. He was loving, faithful and charismatic. He was the reason I’d broken out from my shell and worked up the nerve to ask him out. After we became engaged, I introduced my friend, Nicki to his best friend, Jason. They hit it off right off the bat, and married last year. I couldn’t have been happier for them. They were still in the newlywed phase of their relationship and when Nicki talked about their lives together, it was all happiness and rainbows. Nicki and I shared talk about our lives often, and of course, sex was sprinkled fairly often into the conversation. Actually, it was sprinkled into the conversation a lot.

  She told me of her raucous escapades with Jason, and about how he wanted her all the time, everywhere. What he may have lacked in stamina he more than made up in other areas. I sometimes found myself blushing when she talked about Jason that way. I’d always had a crush on Sam’s hunky best friend as I found out the moment we were introduced. He was as tall as Sam, but more powerfully built, the kind of body that made a t-shirt and jeans look like a tailored suit.

  Jason didn’t shav
e, and often appeared with Cheetos flavoring all over his Dragonball Z t-shirt, but there was never any doubt about his good looks. Smooth chocolate skin featuring a great complexion and a killer smile. His brown eyes hid mischievousness just under the surface, and this made it hard to look him in the eye. Once, while in a drunken stupor at a party, I’d come close to pinning him to the wall, and nailing him, right there. But I composed myself and took off to nail Sam instead.

  I’d never forgotten that moment though, so to hear Nicki talk about how happy she was in her life, only served to highlight how unhappy and frustrated I was becoming with my own. I confided to her that sex was becoming stale with Sam. He was always busy with work and I was busy with school and my side job. We made time for each other, no matter what, as this was one of the things we’d agreed upon. But when we did have sex, it usually played out with all the passion of two actors re-shooting the same love scene over and over again. Sam was a patient and attentive lover, but the fiery focus wasn’t there, on either side. Our minds seemed to drift elsewhere as we thrust against each other impatiently until we got off, and then went our separate ways, free to think about more important things.

  When I brought the subject of sex up to him, he’d listen, pretending he wasn’t offended for a few moments before embarrassment set in, then reacted in an outburst of defensive anger. So I didn’t feel comfortable to bring it up again. Thankfully, Sam couldn’t stay mad at me for long and things got back to normal quickly, but I was becoming unsatisfied with normal.

  I heard the lock fumbling at the front door and heard Sam’s horrible, cheerful and completely out of tune whistling as he barged inside. I knew that the moment he was in the door, our dog, Poozer would go to Sam and thump the floor with his tail like a jackhammer. Sam dropped his gym bag by the small table in the foyer so he could kick off his sneakers which he left beside mine. I put down my book and slipped my arm up on the couch as I turned to him. He smiled at me as he pet Poozer before leaning down to give me a kiss.

  “Go ahead,” I said, smiling at him. “What terrible idea do you have now?”His beautiful smile disappeared as his mouth went expressionless. “What are you talking about, ‘terrible idea’?” “Sam, when you get that cheesy smile on your face, as you often do, I know you’re going to propose some ridiculous, outlandish idea, which will definitely not appeal to me.” He frowned, as he sat down on the edge of the sofa. I could smell the gym on him, and his strong deodorant from a few feet away, but the deodorant didn’t do much for the sweat ring he was leaving on the arm of the recliner.

  “I’ll tell you the great idea I have,” Sam continued, ignoring my previous statement. “Okay,” I said. “Wow me.”“There’s a new restaurant in town, reservation only. It serves Mediterranean food.” He stopped for a moment and the smile began creeping onto his face again. “But you can only get in if you’re a couple.”I looked at him, nodding for a moment. “And why is that?”“Because it’s…well, it’s more of an adult-themed restaurant, catering to couples.”

  I felt the stupid idea buzzer go off in my head. “Sam,” I sighed, taking my glasses off to rub my eyes for a moment. “What you are talking about is a swinger’s rest—.”“You get 20-percent off if you bring another couple with you,” he interrupted. I was just about to say something when another buzzer went off in my head, the Jason Favreau buzzer. It was the buzzer in my head that went off every time I had an illicit thought about Jason, who was Sam’s best friend. His wife, Nicki, was a friend of mine. I had specifically brought them together so it’d be easier to keep my mind and my hands off Jason. It had only partially worked.

  Sam continued, “Jessica, are you listening?” “Sort of…it’s a swinger restaurant.” “No, it’s more classy than that---much more classy. The idea isn’t about sex. It isn’t a place to go for sex.” “Do couples have sex there?” Sam blinked at me. His eyelids fluttered like they always did when he was thinking rapidly and trying to pull himself out of a hole. “I don’t know. I’d assume the staff wouldn’t allow anything like that to go on. I mean, it’s unsanitary.”“Unsanitary?” I repeated, looking at him. He frowned again. “It’s something new, it’s something fun. I mean, it’s different. Don’t you even want to give it a try?”“No,” I said honestly, “not really.”He leaned back a little, getting a dejected look on his face. Then he leaned forward and looked at me intently. “Who just told me last week that they wanted to spice up their sex life?”

  I opened my mouth to say something and he violently waved his hand through the air, cutting me off. “Who just told me last week that things were admittedly becoming a stale due to our busy lives?”I held up my hand and he leaned back, allowing me to speak. “Let me clarify. What I meant was that it felt like we were going through the motions. We get home, eat dinner, and do page three and four of the husband and wife sex instruction manual. I didn’t mean that you weren’t satisfying me anymore, nor did I even consider that I wasn’t satisfying you. But did that stop you from getting offended? No it did not.”

  “Of course it didn’t,” Sam said. “My wife tells me, right after having sex, that things are getting boring. What man wouldn’t feel embarrassed? What man wouldn’t feel like he wasn’t measuring up? And every time you tell me otherwise, it feels like you’re trying to spare my feelings.” “Maybe if you’d stop looking at things from your point of view and look at them from mine, you’d understand that wasn’t my intention at all, babe,” I said, leaning forward. “Just listen to me, please. Please. You forget that no matter how much a person might eat pizza and maybe get bored with it, pizza is still pizza, and pizza is still delicious. Okay?”“Okay,” Sam said in return.

  “I was only saying that we were letting each other down by…by “half-assing” it in the bedroom, even if we are having orgasms.” We could do better for each other. Maybe cut down the amount of times we have sex during the week so we both have a more intense experience when we do have sex.”

  Sam nodded. “OK, I get what you’re saying.” I smiled and moved to pick my book back up. “But I don’t think you get what I’m saying.” I looked back up at him and leaned back, leaving the book where it was. “This could be the spark we need.” “What?”“It could be something fun and kinky we do every so often to get the creative…juices flowing again. And not to mention, they serve some bangin’ Mediterranean food.”I sighed. “You’re really, really want to do this?

  “Yes, of course or I wouldn’t have brought it up. It’s worth a try and if we don’t like it, we can just leave.”“Where did you even hear about this place?” “Is that really important? What is important is that they said I should really give it a shot. We’d either love it, or we’d hate it. They wouldn’t give me much else to go on. They told me the décor and the gimmick of the restaurant was beyond the imagination---something we had to see to believe. So are we going to see and believe?”

  “I don’t know, but we’re not going tonight if that’s what you’re thinking.”“I didn’t expect you to make a decision right now. Just think it over. I’ll be fine with whatever you decide, and I wont press the issue, Okay?” “Okay,” I said, giving him a smile. He smiled back, stretching up off the arm of the recliner and giving me a peck on the lips before leaning in again and kissing me a bit deeper. I leaned forward into the kiss and he pulled back, straightening up. “I’m going to go take a shower and freshen up, okay?”

  “Sure,” I said. I watched him walk out. Then I picked up my cell phone off the coffee table and immediately called Nicki and told her everything. She paused. “I was the one who suggested the restaurant to him,” she said quietly. “What?” “Yeah, I thought it would do you guys some good go there together to spice things up a little. The atmosphere is so primal and sexual, you’ll do things to him you never thought you’d do, after this... Trust me.”

  I felt a tug at the strings of my desire. Nicki was doing a better job of convincing me than Sam ever could. “How does it work?” “I went without Jason. I was invited by an older couple t
hat I’ve been friends with for a while. I’m not going to tell you how it works; you’ll have to see for yourself. By the way, we’re going with you. It’ll be Jason’s first time too, and he’s very, very excited about it.”“Do they….have sex in the restaurant?”“If you’re paying attention to the other couples, you’re doing something wrong,” Nicki said cryptically. “That’s all I’m going to say.”

  “Well when do you think we should go?”So you’re willing to give it a try?”“Of course I am, if you’re endorsing it. I just didn’t trust Sam because he’s always coming up with harebrain ideas. This actually sounds fun, kinky and fun.”Nicki laughed on the other end. “Saturday night is the best night to go. It’s reservation only though.”“Shit,” I muttered. “Sam said something about that, but I’d forgotten. What are we gonna do?”“I’m sure he’s already made reservations for tomorrow.”“How would he know to make reservations?” “Well, he knew that you’d be skeptical of him, and he knew that you’d call me up and tell me about his crazy idea, and he knew that I’d be the only one who could convince you to go. So, yes, he set you up. “Well played, very well played.” I said with a nod. “So, its set for tomorrow, then?” Nicki said. “I’m sure Sam will tell you everything about the reservations tonight when you’re gratefully swallowing his cock.”“I should punch him, not swallow his cock,” I muttered. “He’s been watching too many spy films.”Nicki laughed on the other end and said her goodbyes. I set the phone down. That night, I did indeed end up swallowing Sam’s cock, more than once. It was the best night we’d shared together in quite a while.