A splash near the dock sounded, sending waves rippling out towards us, and soon Eddy was behind me again, kissing my shoulder. Curtis pulled out of me slowly, spent, and I basked in their affection as the two men started kissing me again. Eddy lifted me from Curtis, and helped me onto my feet.
I couldn’t believe how lucky I was.
Too blissed out from the experience, I knew that then wasn’t the time to tell them, but I felt my resolve harden. I couldn’t sell the farm. There’s no way that this land belonged with anyone else but me and these men, now. To think how quickly my mind had been changed, how well they opened my eyes. There’s no way I could have planned for this.
Crickets started humming again in the distance, and I sighed contentedly.
I couldn’t believe how lucky I was.
Story 13
It was a beautiful day to train outside on the beachfront of the gym. A Friday. The last day of the weekly routine was for shoulders and arms. Dirk and I were just finishing off our training session for the day with a few reverse wrist curls when George sauntered over. He wasn’t wearing his gym clothes, just a pair of jeans and a golfing jacket over his Aerosmith tee-shirt. A wide smile stretched across his round face and he sat down on the bench before us.
“Hey, my brothers in iron.” He greeted cheerfully.
“Hey, G-man!” Dirk nodded. “Where’ve you been all week?”
“Ah, work and business, you know.” George replied, still smiling. “So, what you boys training today?”
The guy was a newbie at the gym. He turned up about six months ago and hung around us veteran muscle-heads. He was a good natured fellow and often asked us for guidance with workouts and exercise tips.
“Only high reps, lots of burn for shaping and ripping up the deltoids and triceps. “ I replied, flexing my triceps for emphasis.
“Whoa!” George widened his eyes and held his hands wide. “Those pythons could choke a horse.”
Dirk and I are in our early thirties and we’ve been hitting the weights since we were in High School. So needless to say we were pretty massed and ripped. We weren’t pro body builders by any means. That sport is too demanding, but we look the part anyhow. Heads turn when we strut around on the beach in our Speedos or stroll down the mall in jeans and tank-tops.
Anyway, to cut to the chase, George was always talking to us about his life and how he made it big in the art auctioning business and all. He was a slim guy in his late twenties and married for a year now. He showed us a picture of his wife a couple of times. She was cute. Blonde, blue eyed, pretty smile and quite decently built to boot. Elena was one of those internet ordered brides from Europe, twenty three years of age when he met her and a science graduate too. The scholarly type, the kind I normally avoid.
“So you’re going to work out today or no?” I asked George.
“Karl, Dirk, you boys made me welcome here… in this place full of testosterone overdosed bullies and I never got a chance to thank you.” He said with a nod of his sleek gelled back red head.
“Hey man, that’s okay. We’re friends…” Dirk laughed.
“Oh yeah, we are. But I really want to thank you guys.” He seemed more insistent than ever before.
“I could use a new car.” I joked.
“I can do that.” George replied brightly. “But before that I want to take you guys to dinner. Better yet, dinner tonight at my place. I told my wife all about you guys and Elena would love to meet you.”
“Uh… tonight?” I scratched my head. Not that I had anything planned, but I was hoping to just slum it.
“Sure. You have an off day tomorrow. Let’s make a night of it.” George was pretty insistent.
“Ah, what the hell,” Dirk said, as he wrapped up the lifting straps. “We can down a couple of beef steaks and beers.”
“Perfect!” George clapped. “I can drop by at your place at eight and pick you up.”
“Cool!” I agreed. “I’ll be over at Dirk’s then.”
* * * * *
Later that night we were piled into George’s old station wagon and headed for to his place by the eastern shore. On the way he picked up a case of beer. He lived in the up market district and his house was like a villa. His wife was waiting at the front door when we pulled up. Elena looked exactly like the photos George had shown us. She wore a dark red gown and it flowed evenly over her body, from her neck to her ankles. It had a split in the side exposing a flash of white up to her hip. She was in good shape for a science chick and her smile was wide and welcoming when we walked up to the door.
“Elena, these are the large friends of mine I told you so much about.” George boomed. “This here is Karl and this is Dirk.”
At six feet four each, we towered over her. She looked up, smiling wider. “So pleased to finally meet you; George never stops talking about you two.” Her accent was rich and lilting, slightly east European.
“The pleasure’s ours,” Dirk smiled as he held her small hand in his large calloused fingers.
“Ditto.” I added and leaned down to peck her on the cheek. She blushed and I detected a slight hint of sexual tension in her.
Once inside we grabbed a few beers and flopped down on the plush sofas. George put the large flat screen wall sized TV on. The NBA playoffs were going on but I never cared much for ball games. Lifting iron was my only passion. Dirk and George got into some serious discussion about the ongoing game and I sauntered around the expensively decorated house. The little guy must be on the level about making it big in the art auction business. He sure was loaded; maybe I could still press him for that new car.
I stepped out of the living room and strolled around the expansive hallway. Then went down the portico and entered back in through the kitchen door. Elena was there, finishing up on the last touches with dinner. It was a beef roast with sautéed vegetables spread. The aroma made my stomach do a few growls.
“Need any help?” I offered, peering in. The kitchen was kind of small compared to the large house. Especially to a large guy like me.
“Oh, da!” She replied with a wide smile. “Sorry, I mean, yes!”
“So you’re really from east Europe then?” I ventured, smiling back.
“That is right,” She said a little breathlessly. “…but I am learning English very fast, George is a good teacher.”
“Hey, other than your sweet accent, your English is better than most people I know.” I laughed.
She blushed once more and laughed shyly. I couldn’t help noticed her juicy tits jiggle inside the rather tight gown she had on when she laughed. “So you need any help around here?” I offered again.
“Oh, yes.” She steadied herself. “I cannot reach to the top shelf to get the Worchester sauce for the dinner table.”
“That’s no stretch for me.” I smiled and hit a front double biceps pose, making them peak extra hard. The shirt I wore was custom made, so the fabric stretched over my muscle mass but did not rip. I saw her eyes widen and breath quicken. “Oh Yeah!” I thought exultantly. If only she weren’t married to a friend, she would easily be my first east European lay.
“So where’s the sauce at?” I looked up at the top shelves. They were all cabinets with the little doors shut tight. “This one or that?”
“It’s right there on that top shelf.” Elena nodded her head vigorously, her laugh was nervous. “George and I can never reach up there without chair... er… a chair.”
“No problem here.” I said and easily reached the knob of the topmost cabinet door to the right. It was locked.
“Oh wait, I’ll get the key.” Elena offered and to do that she needed to squeeze past me to go to the other side of the narrow kitchen space. As she made her way past, her firm round butt squashed against my crotch. No mean feat as she had to be on tip toe to reach there. She seemed to be stuck in that position for a while, squirming a little, rubbing the fine piece of east European ass on my rising not-so-little buddy for a few moments.
“I must have put
on some weight back there.” Her nervous laugh rang out again.
“You’ve got to be kidding.” I chided. “You’re in great shape.”
She blushed again and managed to wriggle out and get the key. I noticed that when she got back, her gown had been lowered to allow more of her ample cleavage to my view. I shook my head; mere coincidences I decided and got the Worchester sauce out of the cabinet and followed her out to the dining area. Dirk and George were still going on about the ball game. I smirked and helped Elena set the table.
“So George says you’re a science grad?” I made idle conversation.
“Da… er, yes.” She nodded as she placed the cutlery in place. “I studied Astrophysics in university of Moscow.”
“Wow!” I gave her a goofy grin. “I can’t even say that word.”
“It’s no big deal.” Elena shrugged and her tits did another jig. “Just studies about the universe and its properties.”
“Sounds pretty heavy for me already.” I told her, wondering if she noticed the rising bulge in my jeans. “And I know heavy.”
“You are great bodybuilder here?” She looked at me with an innocent expression.
“Not great yet, but getting there.” I smiled and did a most muscular for her benefit.
I heard the sharp intake of breath she took and noticed the color rise in her cheeks. This little hot wife was had something going for beefcake. Too bad she was married to a squishy like George. I could almost smell the lust dripping off her. Friend’s wife or not, if Elena wanted some of this, I knew I wouldn’t deny her or myself anything.
“The table is all set.” She said and sighed. “If you call them over, I will serve the dinner.”
* * * * *
Dinner was great. The best roast beef I had had in a while. Took me back to my childhood. Elena was an excellent cook. We settled down in the living room nursing a few more beers after a while. George sat with Elena leaning on him and we talked about a few things of little interest to any of us. Then suddenly George touched on the topic of sex and veered it towards group sexual activity.
“So what do you suppose people do, you know, in such a situation?” He said nonchalantly.
“If the consent is mutual, I don’t think it’s a problem to go ahead with it.” I replied, glancing at Elena who looked right back at me.
“So why do you need to talk about this stuff… with us?” Dirk asked with a wry smile.
“It’s not like we, Elena and I, are interested in it.” George said looking very composed and relaxed. “We have a very good - no - we have a great sex life.”
I thought Elena would try to hush him up, but she smiled and stroked his thigh over his trousers. Her blue eyes looked like they were smoldering, and her smile was bordering on naughty. Dirk and I exchanged glances. This could be getting somewhere we might regret. But hell, I just went through a bad break up and hadn’t been laid in two weeks. And Dirk’s long distance relationship with his Australian woman wasn’t going to work out. We knew that.
Elena caught our silence as an opportunity and laughed. “George is being diplomatic. Yes, we do have a great… er… sex life and he is a wonderful husband. That’s why he agreed to let me fulfill a fantasy.”
“Yeah, Elena admires men like you.” George said with relaxed candor. “Large muscle bound men. That’s why I hit the gym six months ago, but I realized it’ll take a few years to get where you two are. So what’s the next best thing for my little darling?”
“Here now, what are you proposing,” I said a bit gruffly. “That we take your wife and have sex with her.”
“A threesome?” Dirk laughed and touched my arm to calm me down. “Why the fuck not?”
“No, a foursome,” The little blonde woman said boldly and hugged her husband. “I want my George to be part of the game.”
“Here and now?” I asked, looking at George incredulously.
“Yes!” He nodded and hugged his blushing wife tighter.
The next thing we knew was all of us crowded in the plush bedroom. The four poster bed was large enough for all of us. Dirk and I flopped down on it and George put on some slow jazz music. He didn’t dim the lights but sat down beside us. “You boys are in for a real treat.” He nodded with the excitement of a school boy.
“You do this kind of stuff often?” I asked him rather frankly.
“Hell, no!” George laughed. “It took enough balls for me to get this far with just you guys. Now I just want to enjoy this as much as Elena… and I know she will. This is the first time and I trust you boys like I would my own brothers.”
“Geez!” Dirk whistled as Elena stepped out of the bathroom and sashayed in with the music. She had taken the gown off and was wearing a sarong like wrap around. Her sexy legs were bare and she moved perfectly to the music.
She came close to us, swaying her hips and hitched up the wrap-around enough to give us a view of her pert rump. Creamy white globes of perfectly rounded ass tempted me to reach out. I grabbed a handful and squeezed one of the yielding soft buns. Dirk did the same with the other one. Elena moaned and then giggled. She danced around for a while longer letting a round breast pop out now and again, moving from one man to the next and stopping to kiss her husband on his lips. My cock was straining at my jeans so hard I thought it might rip its way out. I noticed Dirk’s breathing was as ragged as mine.
“Let’s get that fine piece of ass.” He grunted and moved closer to Elena. “No more teasing.”
“Patience, boys.” She gushed in that erotic foreign accent. “We have got all night.”
She slowly let the wrap slip off her and completely nude, she moved seductively to the music over the bed. Red lips pouting and eyelids fluttering, she came closer and knelt down in front of us. She was good at this sort of thing, it appeared, and needed no encouragement to undo my belt and pull down my jeans. Her bright blue eyes widened at the sight of the bulge in my undershorts. I heard George whistle but ignored him.
Elena grabbed the waistband of my briefs and slowly pulled it down. All eleven inches of Mister Happy, rock hard and veins bulging, sprang out and began bobbing furiously in front of her excited face. She grabbed the base of my thick rod and steadied it. Her nostrils flared over the half exposed beet-root red head as she took in a deep breath. Elena ran her small pink tongue over her moistened lips, pulled my foreskin back all the way and smiled up at me.
Dirk had taken off his own clothes and brashly thrust his raging hard-on in front of Elena’s face. She grabbed his tool with her left hand and gave alternating looks of awe at his pulsing cock and mine.
“I’ve found the Lochness Monster… and its twin.” Her shrill voice laughed.
I laughed too, noting Elena’s observation to be true. Though Dirk and I had been naked in the shower hundreds of times at the gym, it was the first time we both stood with raging boners. I was surprised at the near similarity of our length, girth and shape.
Dirk didn’t give a shit about that. His hard on was throbbing and dripping pre-cum. “Suck my cock, Elena. Suck me now!” He grunted, reaching for her head.
Elena laughed excitedly and popped his entire cock-head into her mouth slurping furiously. At the same time she began stroking my quivering dick. Then she let Dirk’s slippery schlong out of her greedy mouth and engulfed mine. She alternated between the two of us for a while and ran her slender hands over our densely muscled quads and six-pack abs.
George had stripped off his clothes and was now holding his wife from behind, rubbing his near six inch cock between her ass cheeks. His hands reached forward and squeezed her soft perfectly round tits.
“Oh George,” Elena moaned between alternating mouthfuls. “I love you so much for this gift.”
“I know, baby, I know.” George nodded happily.
“I can’t take this cock teasing anymore.” Dirk groaned. “Let me fill you up, you sweet little Russian who… uh… wife.”
“Oh yeah!” George agreed with a grin, stepped away from his wife and invi
ted Dirk over.
Dirk pulled away from her mouth and moved in position behind her perfect tempting ass. His thick cock plunged into Elena’s tight pussy from behind in one smooth thrust. She screamed and raked her nails across my flexed washboard abs. I ran my hand over her blonde hair and urged her to take my pulsating erection back into her mouth. She didn’t hesitate. Blue eyes watering, she swallowed my eleven inches whole to the root. I felt her convulse and tense, but the dear gal was hornier than hell and she craved to be fucked hard. Dirk and I got into a gentle rhythm with Elena skewered between us. I glanced at George and he seemed content to sit before us and watch, stroking his six inch boner slowly. He smiled at me with a look of ecstasy in his delirious eyes.
Our movements increased in intensity and soon I felt an orgasm churning out of my balls and boiling up through the shaft. Holding her head steady over my cock, I pumped her mouth with powerful and frantic thrusts. I came in a rush. Two weeks’ load of pent up tension released all at once. It felt great and my knees quivered. Elena swallowed as much as she could, but it was too much for her. Cum dribbled down her chin and the sides of her swollen mouth. I pulled out my cock slowly and Elena refused to let it go, furiously licking and slavering over the still rigid flesh.
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