Glancing at his watch, John thought that if Joe had gotten his message, he should be walking through the door of the restaurant in just a few minutes. He wondered if Joe still made the dramatic entries he always used to. John could see it now, that Barracuda pulling up to a space, Joe stepping out of the driver’s seat, checking his hair in the side mirror, and then stepping into the room like he was some rock god.
Letting his mind slip back to the hotel room on the third night of their spring break trip, John remembered Joe barging into the bathroom with the same confident air with which he had entered every door John had seen. John was in the shower stroking himself slowly. As Joe pulled back the shower curtain, all John could do was stand there as the water slowly rinsed the soap off his erect cock. Joe simply reached out and gently grabbed it, moving his hand back and forth along the shaft.
“Turn off the water; I don’t want to mess up my hair,” John remembered Joe saying.
John reached over, turned off the water, and watched as Joe slowly knelt down. He gently pulled John’s cock as he leaned forward. John watched in silence as Joe slid his mouth over his erection and began moving his head back and forth. John had been close to coming before Joe walked in, so it didn’t take too long before he was breathing hard, pumping his hips back and forth.
Looking down, John saw his cock slipping in and out of the mouth of his friend. He moved his hands down and ran his fingers through Joe’s hair, letting the sensations in his cock run through his entire body. Feeling the pleasure overtake him, he arched his back and came, spurting his cum into Joe’s mouth. Without letting the cock slip from his mouth, Joe swallowed and continued sucking lightly as John’s erection subsided.
Joe finally pulled away and gently milked the last drops of cum from John’s cock. Joe licked up the last of it and then stood up, saying, “You better not have messed up my hair.”
John grabbed a towel and quickly dried off as Joe stepped over to the sink and checked his hair in the mirror. He then slipped out of the bathroom. By the time John finished drying off, Joe was already naked, sitting on the edge of one of the beds. John looked between Joe’s legs at his cock, seeing it erect for the first time. It was thin but quite a bit longer than John would have expected.
Joe slid backward on the bed and leaned back on the pillows as John crawled onto the bed and moved between his legs. He reached out and gently stroked his friend, watching as the pre-cum pooled in the tiny hole. Sticking out his tongue, John touched it to the tip of the cock and licked up the clear fluid. Surprised a bit at the bitter taste, he quickly moved his head forward, opened his mouth, and then closed it over Joe’s cock.
As Joe moaned, John began sucking on the head of the cock as he continued stroking the shaft with his fingers. He tried to take as much of his friend’s erection into his mouth as he could. He caught himself gagging a bit a couple of times as Joe thrust himself upward just as John moved his mouth down, but he quickly got into a rhythm where he didn’t take too much into his mouth, and soon it felt just right.
Just as Joe really began to respond, they heard a key slide into the door. The door swung open, and Mike stepped in, saying, “Well I got the beer—What the hell?”
Still holding Joe’s cock in his hand, John pulled his head back and looked up at Mike, not sure what to say. He glanced at Joe’s face, but Joe remained silent too as he looked at Mike in what appeared to be sheer bewilderment. John looked back at Mike, opened his mouth, and then closed it. How could he explain it? Joe had barged in and then, well … something just happened.
John watched as Mike eyes slowly moved over them, starting with Joe’s cock, which was still glistening with saliva, and then moving up Joe’s body, finally staring right at his face. Mike’s face reddened, and as John glanced down, he could see Mike’s cock beginning to strain against his pants. Then, as if something inside him had snapped, Mike put the beer on the chair and began pulling off his shirt as if it were a completely natural thing to do.
Watching Mike continue to undress, John wondered what it was that had so suddenly taken them from best friends to this. Was it something they simply had felt all along, something they all longed for as they clowned around, or was it something more? Before he could think about it any more, he saw that Mike had removed his clothes and was moving toward them.
John immediately returned his attention to Joe’s cock as Mike climbed onto the bed and crawled up near Joe’s head. Pausing for a moment, he looked down as John continued sucking Joe’s cock, his hand pumping up and down its long shaft. John then watched Mike lean forward as Joe turned his head and took Mike’s cock into his mouth.
Not entirely confident in what he was doing, John watched what Joe did to Mike and basically did the same thing to Joe. Sure enough, in just a few minutes he could feel an urgency in Joe as he lifted his hips and tried to thrust his cock deeper into John’s mouth. John responded by stroking Joe’s shaft faster and sucking the head harder, running his tongue over it again and again. He was quickly rewarded—he saw Joe move his mouth from Mike’s cock as he moaned loudly and came.
The warm spurts of cum caught John by surprise, and he tried to swallow the thick liquid without spilling any, but by the time Joe’s orgasm had subsided, John had some of the white fluid running down his chin. He rested his head on Joe’s thigh and watched as Joe returned his attention to Mike’s cock, slurping hungrily on it. After a few minutes, Mike suddenly pushed his hips forward and came as Joe swallowed it all without spilling a drop. Only then did John stand up, walk over to the sink, and wipe off his face.
John broke from his reverie and glanced at his watch. Joe was fifteen minutes late now, and he began to think he might not show. “Maybe he just didn’t get my message,” he whispered, trying to convince himself there wasn’t another reason for Joe not coming to see him. Looking back, he knew that wasn’t true.
It wasn’t until after three o’clock in the morning before the three lovers finally fell asleep, all entwined in one another’s bodies on the bed. John woke up about nine the next morning and saw that both Joe and Mike were already gone. He got up, got dressed, and headed out to the beach, where he saw both of them sitting on some lounge chairs not far from the water.
John walked up and said, “Good morning,” running his fingers through Joe’s hair.
Joe jerked his head away and said angrily, “Hey, watch the hair. Now I’ll have to wash it.”
Figuring Joe was just sleep-deprived and grumpy, John sat down next to Mike, feeling his leg slightly rub against his friend’s. Mike immediately jumped up and ran into the water, diving into a wave and swimming until he was about chest deep. John didn’t think anything else about it until he learned that Mike and Joe had decided to check out of the hotel and head back home that day.
Well, they did miss the spring break rush and the skies were looking a bit cloudy, so John went along and packed up the car. The ride back to Montgomery was very quiet, with Mike sleeping most of the way and Joe driving in silence. Any conversation John tried to initiate was quickly rebuffed with Joe’s short replies.
When they finally reached the school and John unloaded his stuff, he had to ask, “Guys, what is going on here?”
“What do you mean? Nothing’s going on.”
“But something happened, something very important.…” John started to say.
“Nothing happened, John, nothing at all,” Joe replied.
“Something happened to me, we …”
“Don’t pull Mike and me into this thing. Maybe something happened to you, it would happen to you, but nothing—understand me, nothing happened to us,” Joe said, pointing at Mike and himself.
“But—”
“Look, I’ve always thought you were strange around girls; now I know why,” Mike interrupted.
“But it was Joe—”
“It was nothing!” Joe shouted, climbing into his car.
John tried to say something more, but Joe started the car and was revving the engine. Jo
hn just stood and watched as the car backed out and then sped away, the tires squealing and smoking as he left. That was the last time he talked to his friends.
In the fifteen or so years that followed, John learned that both did go on to get married and lead regular lives. Mike moved up north, and Joe pretty much stayed in Montgomery. Now John, on a business trip in Montgomery, glanced at his watch and saw that it was thirty-five minutes past the time he had asked Joe to meet him. He pulled out his wallet and paid the check.
Just as he was standing up from the table, he noticed the glass entry door to the restaurant swing open, and in stepped a tall, thin man with short but nicely groomed hair. His hair was dark with some distinguished graying along the temples. John watched as the man spotted a mirror and checked himself out before looking over the restaurant.
“John,” he called out, waving.
John stepped forward and held out his hand, “Hi, Joe. I was afraid I might not recognize you.”
“Yeah, it’s the hair. I’ve been wearing it short lately. My wife says it makes me look dignified.”
“Your hair is great as usual,” John said as they moved to the table and sat down.
“It’s been a long time, John,” Joe said.
“Too long, Joe; it’s been too long.”
Joe looked at John and nodded. “Yes, too long.”
HAPPY ANNIVERSARY!
Anne Alexander
Sure, I’m pretty uninhibited when it’s just Tony and me, but boy was I nervous last month. It was our anniversary, and we had something really special planned. Something for just the two of us … and Jenny.
First of all, I guess I should say we’d both fantasized about having a woman join us in bed sometime—we’d talked about it during sex for years and even started researching it once or twice, only to get cold feet and call it quits at the last minute. We’d even set up a meeting once and then chickened out and canceled. But this time we were really ready, and there was no turning back.
It was our fifteenth wedding anniversary. Some people might think a threesome isn’t a respectable or romantic way to celebrate that great accomplishment, but Tony and I thought realizing our biggest fantasy was the best way we could think of to commemorate such an event.
We met Jenny at a swingers’ club, one of the ones where there’s no actual sex in the club, just people trying to get acquainted to find someone they like. We were all nervous, but Jenny was cute and smart and sweet, with a great body. Tony and I were definitely both hot for her.
I guess I ought to mention I hadn’t been with a woman since experimenting a little bit in college, but the idea had always turned me on, and it was something I wanted to explore further. And Tony—well, he’s a man, so of course the idea of seeing two chicks getting it on excited him plenty. He was just a little skeptical at first, knowing as he did my predilection for checking out cute redheads, and was worried that maybe I’d grown tired of him or of men in general. But that wasn’t it, and once he understood that, he was fully on board.
Jenny is, of course, redheaded, with blue eyes and gorgeous freckles. (I wouldn’t find out till later—to my delight—that they were all over her body.) She’s got a slightly larger frame than I do, taller and with bigger breasts. I’m sort of petite, with dark blond hair and small breasts. Tony always says I make up for that by having a great curvy ass. Such a sweetheart, my hubby. He’s tall, over six feet, with dark hair. He’s softened up a little in the middle over the years, but he’s still a very sexy, good-looking guy. We’re both in our late thirties, and Jenny just turned thirty.
Anyway, we all got along great at the club, had a few drinks, and talked for hours. We really got to know each other and laughed a lot. It went so well that we decided to set up the actual play date the weekend of our anniversary. We booked a suite at a fancy hotel just outside of our town. Then we waited with incredible anticipation—and some apprehension, too—for the weekend to come.
Eventually it arrived, and Tony and I got to the hotel first, checked in, and headed up to our suite. We opened the door and found ourselves in the lap of luxury.
The sitting room area was gorgeous, with a deep burgundy carpet and lighter rose-colored drapes. There were a couple of luxurious oversize sofas and natural wood end tables, plus a giant flat-screen TV with a DVD player and a nice stereo. At one end was a fully stocked wet bar with tall stools by it—three of them—that abutted an enormous Jacuzzi. There was a big picture window at the other end through which we were treated to a lovely view of the mountains.
“That view will be really amazing at sunset,” Tony exclaimed, enthralled.
We walked into the bedroom, and the first thing we noticed was the king-size bed in the center, covered in a soft down comforter and tons of pillows. One wall was mirrored, which I took in with a mischievous glint in my eye. There were beautiful stained-glass lamps on the bedside tables but otherwise no overhead lighting in the bedroom, which was fine with me. The dimmer the better, I figured.
Off the bedroom was a full spa bathroom with a huge bathtub, a giant stall shower, a beautifully tiled vanity, and even a bidet. We giggled at that. We were delighted to notice a small steam room beside the shower.
“Wow,” I said to Tony as we walked back out into the sitting room.
“You said it,” he replied, heading over to the bar. “Can I fix you a drink, my darling?”
“Please.” I sank down into the plush sofa, thinking a drink was just what I needed to ease the tension in my shoulders and calm my slight nervousness.
Just as Tony brought me my Scotch and soda, there was a knock at the door. He smiled at me and went to answer it.
“Hi, Leslie!” Jenny exclaimed as she entered the sitting room. “Man, this room is excellent! I don’t know if I’ve ever stayed anywhere as nice as this.”
“I know. I don’t think we have either. But fifteen years of marriage is no mean feat, so …”
Jenny nodded, and Tony asked her if she wanted a drink.
“Yeah, I think that’s a great idea,” she said. “Is there any red wine? Merlot or Cabernet? I’m not picky.”
“Sure,” Tony said, getting the corkscrew as Jenny took off her jacket and began unbuttoning her cardigan.
“I think I’ll put on some music,” I said, getting up and going over to fiddle with the electronic setup. Soon midtempo dance music filled the room. I walked back to the sofa, swaying my hips a little, and took a sip of my drink. Jenny was sipping her wine, and I saw that Tony had a glass of red as well. Seeing me moving to the music, Jenny stood up and started to sway a bit. Tony sat down on the floor with his glass to watch us dance.
“Should we put on a little show for you, babe?” I asked my husband, as though I didn’t already know the answer. He nodded, and I moved closer to Jenny and put one hand on her hip. She ran a hand through her hair and then giggled a little, embarrassed. I brought my hand up from her hip to her cheek, and she looked me in the eye. I smiled. “We’re just having fun here. No pressure,” I assured her.
She nodded and took a sip of wine. I put my hand back on her hip and swayed a little closer to her, and she responded by putting an arm around my waist and moving her hips with mine. The song got a little faster, and we began moving in time to the music in rhythm with each other. Soon we were feverishly dancing, having put our drinks down on the coffee table, and we left our inhibitions behind.
When the song ended and a slow one began, Jenny and I moved close and began a sensual slow dance together. I glanced at Tony, who was still drinking his wine and gazing at us, transfixed. I also noticed that his jeans looked tighter in the front and made a mental note to relieve him of that discomfort once we finished dancing.
At that moment I looked back up. Jenny had lowered her head at that moment, so that we found ourselves eye to eye, and we held it for a moment. She must have sensed that I was ready, because she leaned down slightly and just touched her lips to mine. It was a simple, almost shy gesture, but it hit me like a bolt of
lightning, sending waves of electric pleasure through my whole body. Her lips were so soft! She started to move away, but I held her there and kissed her for real, parting my lips a bit. The song almost entirely forgotten, Jenny took this opportunity to tentatively push the tip of her tongue into my mouth. This sent a second wave through me, and we began kissing in earnest, her lips and mine slowly moving over each other, tasting and tantalizing with every breath.
After a few moments of watching his wife and a beautiful redhead sensuously kissing, Tony must have grown tired of being a spectator, because suddenly there he was, behind me, softly rubbing his now-full erection against my ass. I moaned softly, feeling like I might burst from the pleasure of it. And we were still all fully dressed!
That reminded me that I’d meant to help Tony out with the tightness in his pants, so I reached behind me and unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans. Taking this as a cue that it was time for us all to be less encumbered by our clothing, Tony reached around and began unbuttoning my blouse even as I moved my hands to the bottom of Jenny’s T-shirt and pulled it up and over her head. Standing there in her lacy pink bra, she reached behind me and lifted Tony’s shirt over his head, and then he let my blouse fall down my arms, revealing the black bustier I’d bought specially for the occasion.
“Oh …” Tony breathed. “You’re both so beautiful, I … I—”
“He doesn’t know what to say. He’s speechless!” I giggled, then turned and kissed him. He swatted my ass in a playful spank, and soon we were all laughing and horsing around with one another till we were in a heap on one of the sofas, with me in the middle.
After a moment things got serious again as Tony began kissing me. He moved his hand over my face, then down to my breasts, where his thumb found my nipple and began teasing it deliciously. Jenny took this opportunity to unzip my pants and reach her hand down inside, where her fingers were welcomed with warm wetness.
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