by Mia Moore
Steve kept his eyes straight, looking through the windshield. “Screwdriver.”
It took every ounce of self control for Tara to not giggle. Steve was nervous, but the irony of him being the one ‘on display’ or whatever was delicious. She squeezed his hand. “You up for this?”
“Yeah.”
“You don’t sound too excited.”
“Uhhh…”
“Welcome to my world, Steve!” He shot her a look, but the merriment on her face was inescapable. “Now remember—you can give him a blow job at the table, but under no circumstances, no anal sex on the bar, okay?”
“WHAT?”
Tara burst out laughing. “Oh Steve, we’re meeting a couple to see if we’d be compatible to have fun with them, for God’s sake! You look like you’re going to your own execution!” She put her hand on his again. “Honest, honey—I can send a text message right now and we can beg off and head home. That’s why we decided that we’d travel to meet them; if there were any last minute second thoughts, we could bail with no guilt.”
The corner of Steve’s mouth twitched. “I love you honey. I’m just nervous a bit, that’s all.”
“Well, so am I, you know. I mean, I have to think, do I want to go down on the woman, do I want to have sex with the guy…”
Steve smirked. “I know exactly how you feel!” He unbuckled his seat belt and opened his door. He went around the car and opened Tara’s door. She stepped out, and holding hands they headed into the nightspot.
They had been in correspondence with Bo and Katie Jones for about two weeks. The parameters of their search was a couple in which both members were either ‘Bi’ or ‘Bi-Curious’ whatever the heck that meant. Steve had kept their own profile as ‘Straight’ for him and ‘Bi-Curious’ for Tara. He had never before checked a guy out the way he had as they searched the pictures. Up until now, he only focused on the female half of the couples, deciding if the woman was attractive enough for him to want to fuck her.
But now, he had to check the guys out to see if they looked like someone who’s dick he wouldn’t mind sucking. How the hell was he supposed to make that sort of a judgment call from a lousy photograph? Oh well…
The email exchange went pretty good. They knew how to spell, they didn’t come across too pushy, and they seemed okay enough for a phone call.
When he and Tara called them, his fear of some flamboyant kind of guy was put at ease. Bo sounded like a regular guy on the phone as the four of them, each couple on speaker phone, chatted and set up tonight’s ‘tete a tete’.
Bo was almost twenty years older than Steve—in his mid-fifties. The age thing really didn’t come into play, because when they did the pic exchange, both Bo and Kate were in extraordinary good shape. Kate was a GILF, no doubt about it. Her photos online showed a woman who obviously went to the gym or played sports regularly. She put up a pic of herself in a one piece bathing suit, and had a beautiful figure. She kept her hair cut pretty short though, and had it colored to a silver frost.
Bo was obviously some kind of athlete or something. He was tall, over six feet tall, towering over Kate, who was only 5’2”. His ‘Caribbean photos’ showed a guy with just a hint of a bulge at his waist. They looked like a couple you’d meet in Wal-Mart or something.
Steve held the door open and him and Tara went into Raxx. The place was pretty damn busy for a Wednesday night at 7:00 p.m.. More than half of the twenty or so pool tables were lit up with players standing around. The TV sets around the bar were all playing some hockey playoff game or something. Hockey in May? Steve shook his head. Tables with diners ringed the pool tables. Some had people drinking beer and watching the game, others had groups chowing down on wings and other pub fare.
They stopped and scanned the room. At the far end of the dining area, on a raised section, a man and woman were peering at them, waving.
“I see them, honey,” said Tara. She took Steve’s arm and waved back. Walking over to meet the couple, she said, “Would you like a screwdriver now?”
“Hell no—I need a beer.” He leaned into her as they threaded their way through the tables and other customers. “You sure there’s a rule against anal sex?”
Tara laughed out loud.
They arrived at the area that Bo and Kate were camped out on. It was a sitting area similar to their hang out at The G-Spot. Two long sofas faced each other, with a coffee table between them. It was isolated enough from the main dining area that they would be able to talk in normal tones, but privately.
“Glad you guys could make it!” said Kate, giving Tara a hug and shaking Steve’s hand. He turned and shook hands with Bo—it was okay, a firm guy to guy handshake. It was his own paw that was a little clammy. Steve and Tara took a seat on one of the sofas, and Bo and Kate sat across from them.
Tara and Steve had done all their meeting with other swingers up until this night at The G-Spot. They had found the club’s atmosphere more to their liking; the idea of getting together in a restaurant with another couple was something they hadn’t had to do. If Steve had written a list of the qualities he’d want in a couple that they’d have a meet and greet with, he would have described Bo and Kate.
The four of them began chatting like old friends from the start. Bo was a hockey fan, but his team didn’t make the playoffs that season, so he wasn’t all that interested. Both men followed baseball though. Bo cheered for the Toronto Blue Jays, while Steve was a diehard Yankee fan.
Kate and Tara were talking about babies, for Christ’s sake! Kate had a granddaughter around Anthony’s age, and was bubbling over. The two women were comparing photos in the first five minutes.
Their server came over and took orders for drinks, returned with them, and Steve’s stomach growled. He had skipped supper, and now that he was relaxed, was ravenous. Bo recommended the house sample platter.
“I’m never able to eat supper when we have a meet and greet, Steve, I’m starved, man” he said.
Steve looked at him. “Waitaminnit. You’ve been in the lifestyle for what—more than ten years, right? What are you doing being nervous?”
Bo chuckled. “Well… I don’t know about you, but… it’s one thing to check out the women, but now that I changed my listing on the website to ‘Bi’, I have to check the guy out to see if I’d want to suck his dick.” He ran his hand through his hair, grinning. “And that throws a whole different spin on it, if you know what I mean.”
Steve drained his beer. “Do. I. EVER!” Both men burst out laughing.
The ice wasn’t broken, it was decimated. For two hours the foursome chatted, laughed, chatted some more and then had a round of favorite jokes to tell.
Tara elbowed Steve, and he bent his head. “How you doing?” she asked.
“Great! He’s a good guy. How about you?”
“I’m fine. Not a screwdriver to be found.” Out of the corner of his eye he saw Bo and Kate having a similar check in.
With eyes bright, Kate spoke up. “Hey you guys… what do you say we continue this at our place? Feel like hot tubbing?”
Steve turned to Tara, his eyes popping, and a slight nod.
“Sounds good to us!” said Tara. “We’ll follow you.”
The server brought the bill and both men argued over who picked up the tab. They decided to flip for it. “Heads, I pay, tails you get the tip,” said Bo.
“Okay.” Bo flipped the coin. “Tails—you got the tip!” said Bo.
“Waitaminnit!”
“Get sharp, Junior,” Bo said laughing. “Deal’s a deal!”
“Crafty ol’ fart!”
Fifteen minutes later they were entering Kate and Bo’s home. It was a one story bungalow in a cul-de-sac, with each home on a large lot.
“Okay, you two, down the hall is a guest room, with robes and towels laid out,” said Kate. “I should have mentioned this sooner maybe— ”
“And she never does,” said Bo.
“But our hot tub is a clothing prohibited hot tub.”
> “So we’re gonna get nekkid?” asked Tara in a little girl voice, stepping into Kate’s space.
“That’s right.”
“Mmmm…” said Tara. She took Kate in her arms and kissed her. The women embraced, their hands running up and down each other’s backs. Tara snapped Kate’s bra strap from the back. “Can’t wait to see those puppies out to play!” she said.
“You will, don’t worry. Now scoot, both of you! Last one in gotta take all their clothes off!”
“Wait… never mind,” said Steve, following Tara down the hall.
Five minutes later, the four of them were sitting in the hot tub set into a recess on the deck. Dim party lights lit the area like candles, and sensuous urban jazz was playing softly. There was a privacy fence around the property, and the full moon was playing hide and seek through the billowy Spring clouds. They were in a world of their own.
Steve and Tara were sitting next to each other in a pair of deep Captain’s chairs. Both Bo and Kate were perched on the edge of the hot tub, their legs dangling in the water. Bo was busy with a bottle of champagne. He popped the cork, and filled four flutes as Kate passed them out. Everyone held their glasses out, knowing a toast was coming.
“Maybe I’m being pushy here, guys, and if so, I apologize. I want to make a toast to two new friends, and to a wonderful evening so far. I personally hope it goes a lot further—”
“That makes two of us, honey,” said Kate, eyeing both Steve and Tara wantonly.
“Yeah… we hope it goes a lot further, but if you need to call ‘Strawberry Ripple’—”
“Our code word’s screwdriver, but the toolbox got put away during the joke trading part,” interrupted Tara. She clinked her glass with Steve, and with everyone else. “To new friends and lovers!”
Everyone drained their glass and placed them on the deck beside.
Tara stood and waded over to Kate. “Now let’s play with those puppies,” she said with a growl. She leaned over and kissed Kate deeply, both women’s hands already toying with the other’s boobs.
Breaking the kiss, Kate said, “To tell the truth, Tara, I’d really like it if the guys got the ball rolling for a change. Pun intended.”
Steve cocked an eyebrow at Bo. “Mind being the pitcher first?”
“You kidding?” Bo leaned back, his arms on the deck. His cock was already firming up. “I thought you’d never ask!”
Steve waded over and got between Bo’s open legs. He turned to the women. “Baby,” he said to Tara, “I’m so not taking one for the team right now!”
He grasped Bo’s cock and balls and began to massage them, rubbing his fingers through the shaven ball sack. “Mmm…” he said, bending over.
He took each of Bo’s testicles in his mouth one at a time, breathing deeply of his musky scent. Slowly, he licked each ball, his tongue rolling over the pebbled skin of the bag. He lifted them to the side and wetly licked the area of Bo’s crotch where his legs met his hips, slowly gliding his tongue down toward his ass cheek. When his mouth got there, he nibbled on Bo’s ass, while stroking his cock. It had already gotten stiffer.
“Oh, yeah, maaan,” said Bo, “that’s so fuckin’ good…” His eyes were closed and his hips started to slowly pulsate.
“You ain’t seen nothin’ yet, buddy,” Steve said. He bent his head back down and began to lick and suck at the root of Bo’s cock, from the small spot between his asshole and cock and up the length of the shaft.
The two women were sitting with their legs over each other, their hands softly stroking the other’s mound. Steve held Bo’s now stiff cock and rubbed the thick velvet knob against his cheek, again inhaling Bo’s man scent deeply. He gazed at Tara, and slowly licked the knob, and squeezed out a dollop of pre-cum.
“Mmm… juicy mother fucker, hunh,” he murmured. With his eyes still gazing at his wife, he licked the pee slit of Bo’s cum, and pulled his head back a few inches, the string of Bo’s semen glistening in the soft light. He bent his head down, and eyes wide open into Tara’s began to suck on the knob.
“Ohhh fuuuck!” Tara gasped. She didn’t know if it was the mini orgasm Kate’s fingers just created, or the sight of Steve’s first sucking of cock, but the thrill went through her belly and sparked out her toes, causing them to curl.
Steve bent to his task. His other hand was stroking his own stiffening cock as he began to suck and taste his first man meat. Bo’s semen was creamy thick, and flowed steadily. Small wonder, the guy had balls the size of a fucking bull’s. His hand milked and wrist twisted as he took the knob into his mouth.
“Ohhh man… you’re fucking good at this shit!” Bo gasped. He lay back onto the deck and spread his legs even wider. Suck me off, man! That’s right!”
Steve was intent. He wanted to make this guy blast into his mouth and swallow every drop. He pushed his face down onto Bo’s cock until he felt his throat convulse. He held his head steady, waiting for his muscles to relax. After a moment, he began to bob his head again, each down stroke going further and further.
“Fuck! He can deep throat!” exclaimed Kate. “I never could!”
“Me neither,” said Tara.
“Yeah, Bo does it all the damn time… bastard,” she replied with a giggle. She moved her hips tighter against Tara’s own. “Yeah, right there, hon… right… theerrree….” her voice faded into a growl as Tara’s fingers began to return the earlier favor.
Steve’s head was travelling up and down Bo’s cock like a piston. He pulled his head back one final time, releasing Bo’s knob with a pop.
“Hey man…” he said to Bo.
Bo lifted his head off the deck. “Dude?”
“I want you to fuck my mouth, man. I can take it now.”
“Ohhh man… I was hoping to!” Bo sat straight up as Steve backed into the center of the tub. Steve got on his knees as Bo waded into the center.
Bo took Steve’s head in his hands, behind the ears as Steve yawned his mouth open hungrily. “Just one thing, man, you gotta cum into my mouth, okay?” he said.
“Ohhh fuck yeah!” Bo took his cock in his hand and guided it into Steve’s mouth.
“Oh yeah!” Tara and Kate said in unison. They had one arm around each other, and their other hands were busy in their partner’s pussy, fingering the slick wetness out of their pussies and using it as lube on each other’s clit.
Bo guided his cock down Steve’s throat, all the way until he felt the man’s nose bump into his pubic bone. He pulled his hips back, and plunged again. “Take it bitch!” he growled.
“MmmHmmm…” Steve hummed back. His hands went up to Bo’s hips and grabbed his asscheeks. Breathing through his nose, he made his mouth a hole for his partner’s fuck tool.
Bo began to roll his hips, in and out of Steve’s hot, wet mouth. One of Steve’s hands came out, and slid across Bo’s shaft when it was exposed, twisting and turning over his meat. Steve looked up into Bo’s eyes, and the two men began to fuck.
Steve’s other hand began to play with Bo’s ass crack. He wiggled his finger down the cleft, and felt Bo’s hips flex to allow him deeper access. He dropped his hand into the hot tub water, and cupping his hand, brought up a dose and emptied it down the back of Bo’s hips. He did it a second time, and returned his hand to Bo’s now slick ass.
Bo had kept his rhythm up through all of this, feeling Steve’s tongue and lips slurping and sliding over his meat. He jerked for a second as he felt Steve’s finger probe his asshole.
“Oh fuck! He’s fingering his asshole! Bo loooves that Tara!” Kate shot upright, not wanting to miss a second. “Bo’s going to cum like a bull if Steve gets his finger deep enough,” she whispered.
“Get it deep, Steve, he loves that shit!” Tara called out.
Steve stretched his hand almost to the breaking point as he wormed it past Bo’s anus. He popped through the muscle and held it still for a moment, riding on Bo’s hips until he felt the muscles relax. He then pushed deeper.
“Oh fuck yeah! All t
he way, man!” Bo had Steve’s face impaled on his cock and Steve had his ass impaled on his own finger. He began to face fuck Steve’s mouth with a fury.
As Steve began to assfuck him just as hard, digging his finger as deep into Bo’s pucker up to his knuckle.
“Oh fuck! Right there, man! Right the fuck right there!” Steve had Bo penetrated deeply, and he felt his cock and balls begin to boil. “You want it, man? You want my hot cum you fuck?” He was pummeling this guys face, who was taking every fucking inch!
“Mmm! MMM!” Steve was nodding as much as he could. Oh fuck, please yes!
Seeing the hot craving in Steve’s own drippy eyes punched Bo over the edge. He felt his knees spasm, then his groin clenched in a jackknife spasm. He felt his balls tense up, and just as he was beginning to cum, that first half squirt, Steve’s finger plunged in even deeper, raping his asshole to his prostate.
“SHHIIIIT!” he cried out, from a squeal to a roar as he cock exploded into his man fuck face’s mouth. He pushed his hips as deep as he could, feeling Steve’s nose punch into his groin. “Oh fuuuck!” he pulled away and plunged into this guy’s mouth cunt, again and again, emptying his load right down his fucking throat!
Steve felt the first half spurt and knew it was coming. With a force of will, he relaxed his throat. He was about to chug a lug a hot MacDonald’s shake, and wasn’t too far off the mark. The first full creamy spurt spat out of Bo’s meat against the back of his throat. Right behind it was a second, even larger one. Steve snuffled and sucked as best he could, but could feel his mouth filling. He gulped as best he could, forcing the cum down his throat and into his belly.
He wanted more! He stroked and coaxed a third, and fourth spurt from his man fucker, swallowing and slurping loudly as Bo continued to orgasm down his throat. Oh fuck it tasted good!
“Fuck!” The two women cried out when they saw the pearls of Bo’s cum leak out of Steve’s mouth and glisteningly dollop into the steaming water. The sight flung each of them over the edge. Grasping at each other, not knowing whose hand was doing what, they clutched at each other’s honey pit, feeling the flow and stickiness of their juices glaze over their fingers. They fell over onto the deck, battling each other into a deeper and deeper orgasm, grasping and pawing like two cats mating…
