by Mia Moore
“I just hope you don’t get spoiled being fucked by him. I mean he’s hung like a fucking horse—”
My hands flew to the side of his face and I forced him to look up at me again. “Ethan! Stop. There’s no way that would ever happen. He might be thicker but yours is longer and you know how to use it! How many G spot orgasms have I had because of that?” My chin jutted forward and I clasped his face harder. “Plenty!”
His dark eyes seemed to soften and a small smile flashed on his lips. Oh my God. I’d had no idea that this was the cause of any reticence on his part. He was actually worried about Jason ruining me for sex with my own husband? Not going to happen.
I took a seat at the table and reached for the cold bottle of beer he’d opened for me. “You believe me, right?”
He nodded and his cheeks seemed to darken for an instant. Still gazing down at the bottle, his finger picking at the label, his words were low. “I’m looking forward to tomorrow. When you and Grace had sex last time, it was a fantasy to watch. How many times have we looked at swinger porn and that happens? It’s almost a prerequisite in any film.”
His wistful tone of voice was anything but turned on. I thought back to the films we’d watched and he was right. There was always girl on girl while the guys stood back, usually playing with their dicks and watching. Just once, I would have liked to see the guys at least touch each other during those scenes, if not blow each other. THAT could have been hot.
I gazed at Ethan, noticed the softness of his eyes and the small smile curling his lips. Was he thinking that too? I reached over and placed my hand on his bare forearm. “Ethan?”
He looked over at me.
I couldn’t help the grin that spread on my face watching him. “Know what I’d like to see?”
His eyebrows drew tight together but he remained silent.
“I’d like to see guy on guy. I mean, why should it just be the girls who explore their bi side? Surely, guys are curious too. It’s not like, you’re gay or anything. Hell, look at Grace and I. Sure it’s fun but I’m still into guys for the most part.” I watched his frown melt away and his eyes grow wide. But it sure wasn’t shock that was there—more like interest.
Encouraged by his reaction, I continued. “Have you ever thought about doing this, exploring your bi side? Fuck, that would be hot to see! You and Jason getting it on, two great looking virile guys...” I could see it in my mind’s eye, the two of them naked, giving each other head. Now my pussy was really tingly and warm.
“You wouldn’t be shocked or think any less of me, see that as a weakness, not masculine?” He peered at me, an intensity in his eyes. His knuckles were ivory gripping the beer bottle.
I could feel my eyes grow wide, while inside my chest was light. This was it! This was why he’d been so quiet this week. It was like a wall had fallen and we could see each other clearly again, becoming closer by the second. Oh my God. To think that he’d kept this to himself, afraid that I’d think less of him if he admitted to being curious! Men! Why could they not be more like women when it came to expressing their feelings?
I stood up and stepped between his legs again, looking down into his eyes. “I could never think anything you do makes you less of a man. Actually, I’d think more of you, if that’s possible. It would be a brave and totally hot thing.” I bent down and kissed his lips. “And if Jason isn’t interested, there are probably lots of straight guys who would be.”
***
A half hour later we were in bed, with the laptop propped up beside us. It was amazing how many porn flicks there were of a two guy, one gal, threesome where sex between the guys was a big part of the action.
We had only watched a bit of one, where a totally ripped young guy was giving head to a guy, slightly older but in incredible shape when Ethan’s cock slid between the cheeks of my ass, pumping slowly. It was a hot scene to watch and much as I wanted that, there was something that I wanted more.
I rolled over and shifted lower on the bed until my mouth was next to his cock. His fingers threaded through my hair as he watched the scene on the laptop. My fingers curled around his cock pulling it away from his stomach and into my mouth. The slippery slit oozed a salty taste on my tongue, while above me a soft gasp left his lips. Oh yeah. There was no doubt about it, getting head while watching two guys go at it was hot for both of us.
My head lowered, taking more of his shaft into my mouth, urged along by his hand on the back of my head. I could feel my eyes water as his knob brushed into my throat, my nostrils flared wide sucking air. The bridge of my nose pressed into his stomach, my lips pressed against the nest of hair in his groin. Oh my God, all of him filled my mouth and throat. His hand held my head still as his hips gave small jerks forward and back, fucking my mouth.
His balls were tight walnuts hugging high into him. From the sound of his breathing and movements, he was close. I pulled back, letting my tongue flick the underside of his cock as I rose. I had to swallow, take a gulp of air before I took him inside again. His fingers pressed my head, urging me onto him, while his ass clenched tight pushing his cock deeper.
The sounds of the guy on the video drifted above my ears, the grunts and soft moans echoed by Ethan. My fingers circled his shaft, following my mouth up and down, twisting with each upward stroke the way he liked.
Gasping, he pushed deep, his cock pulsing in my mouth when he started cumming. With each jet of cum, he gasped, straining deeper. My mouth filled, and a dribble of hot creamy jism slid from the corner of my lips down onto my chin. I rose and swallowed, smiling at the thin viscous thread that still joined my lips to his cock. His cock was slippery and wet in my hand, already beginning to soften.
He pulled me higher and we kissed, his tongue stroking into my mouth, swirling over mine, sucking a little the faint remnants of his orgasm. Did he envy me, sucking a cock, feeling it rocket into my mouth from sheer lust?
The snap of the laptop shutting made me smile and I settled into his arms. “That was fucking nice, Chloe.”
“Yeah.” It was a soft sigh. I didn’t say it and neither did he but we were both thinking it. How receptive would Jason be to this?
Chapter 24
Jason
When the doorbell rang, I looked to see if Grace was finished in the bathroom and able to answer it. Nope. She was still in the shower. We’d slept in and even so, she’d seemed to be dawdling, in her own world. Well that was okay I guess. We had all day with Chloe and Ethan. No rush.
I walked to the door and when I opened it, they stood huddled under a large black umbrella, rain dripping from the rim. It was pouring so hard they got soaked coming from the driveway to the door even with the umbrella! Her blonde hair hung in curly strings, clinging to her pink cheeks, while streaks of dark mascara smudged from the corners of her big blue eyes. Behind her, Ethan looked damp too, his collar pulled up over his neck, a rivulet of rain streaking down the chiseled line of his jaw.
He smiled when our eyes met and looked down at Chloe.
“C’mon in you two, out of that rain. Too bad about the weather, but into every life a little rain must sometimes fall, I guess.” I stepped back and Chloe scurried in, already shrugging out of the wet raincoat., Ethan spun around, pumped the excess water off the umbrella, onto the step and folded it shut.
“Where’s Grace?” Chloe leaned forward and stretched on her toes to kiss my lips quickly. My wife’s words earlier that week played in my mind, “Chloe’s dying to fuck you’.
Instead of letting her go, I held her close, felt her breasts press into my chest while I kissed her temple, inhaled the floral scent of her hair. When I let go and stepped back, my gaze roamed over her body, from the damp white shirt, her nipples an erect shadow, the tips pushing against the light cotton knit. An inch of tanned tummy and naval peeked out before the line of the denim skirt hugging her hips started. Oh God, she was so round and cuddly, all T’s and A in her scant clothes.
“She’s still in the shower.” I held my hand ou
t. She’s running a little late.”
Ethan stepped into the room and shook my hand. He looked into my eyes and continued. “Actually, that’s good.” He turned to Chloe but she had slipped her shoes off, and was on her way to the bathroom. When he looked back at me, there was a shy grin on his face. “I need to talk to you Jason, while we’re alone.”
My stomach fell into my sandals. Was everything off now? They’d changed their minds? But not from the way Chloe was dressed and her running off to the bathroom to see Grace. “Sure. Let’s go into the kitchen and crack a beer. Mano a’ mano.”
His smile deepened and he heel toed his wet shoes off, looking down at the floor, muttering what sounded like ‘mano a’ mano’.
I walked into the kitchen and opened the fridge to grab two cans. I tossed him one and smiled as he cracked the lid and took a deep swallow. “What’s up, Ethan?”
He wiped a trace of foam from the side of his mouth and looked away before turning to gaze at me. “You know this whole bi thing the girls have going...”
“Fuck yeah. It’s hot as hell. I sure hope they get into that again, today.” It had been the prelude to everything that happened last weekend and I couldn’t think of a better way to prime the pump, especially to see Ethan fuck Grace again.
He smiled and looked down at his feet again before speaking. “That’s just it—the bi thing.” He looked over at me and his voice was soft when he spoke. “Have you ever considered doing it? Maybe not the butt fucking but...say touching even?”
I was about to take a swallow of beer but my hand froze mid way to my mouth. The bi thing? Between us? What the hell was he asking? I’m an open minded guy but THAT? It had never crossed my mind until now.
He looked down at the floor again and his normally dark face flushed a ruddy shade. This was hard for him....but it was hard for me too! Right out of the blue, he was suggesting a bi scene? A GUY ON GUY BI SCENE? I cleared my throat and this time it was me who looked down at my feet. “Well, actually no, I’ve never thought about it. I have a hard time keeping up to Grace, let alone think about doing anything with a guy.”
I watched his hand fidget and he shifted his weight from one side to the other, making only occasional eye contact as he spoke. Fuck! This was embarrassing. I felt for the guy but this was too sudden. I’d never considered men when I got hard. It had always been just women.
“Look Ethan, I’m not judging anyone. I hate people judging me and I’ll be damned if I’ll do that to anyone else. Especially in this area. Whatever gets your dick hard has always been my motto, as long as it’s between consenting adults.”
He smiled and took a long swig of beer. “Forget I mentioned it, okay? It’s something Chloe and I talked about. She was really interested in seeing it. Kind of like the way you and I like seeing her and Grace. I said I’d talk to you.” He chuckled and his face still had that embarrassed ruddy tone. “So we talked. You ain’t interested and that’s that. She’ll have to shelve that one.”
But that wasn’t just that. He’d started something. Something I’d never had occasion to think about until then. Furthermore, I couldn’t deny the fact that there was a tug in my gut and my cock was just a bit thick picturing him on his knees before me. But then he’d probably expect me to reciprocate. Was I ready for THAT?
The sound of a door opening, followed by the soft padding of footsteps and Grace’s laughter hooked my attention. We both turned to see Grace, her breasts barely covered by a sheer black peignoir, the smooth line of tanned tummy and legs walking through the archway entrance. Behind her, Chloe giggled and gave Grace a soft swat on the ass.
I grinned watching them play around, half relieved that the conversation Ethan had started was now over. He was right about one thing. The idea of me doing anything bi wasn’t on the table that day and maybe never would be. But it was definitely something to think about and talk to Grace to get her thoughts.
“Hello.” Grace stepped close to Ethan and threw her arms around his neck. On the balls of her feet and toes, she strained upward to kiss his lips, rubbing her body against his.
This time the thickness in my crotch intensified, watching them. Add to that, Chloe’s fingers drifting lightly over Grace’s ass as she passed by to stand next to me. By the time her arm came around to circle my waist I had a full blown boner happening.
When Grace stepped away from Ethan, the bulge in his jeans showed that he was as aroused as I was. His gaze never left her ass as she walked over to Chloe and me.
“Would you like a glass of wine Chloe?” Grace’s fingers trailed down Chloe’s bare arm, and her green eyes were heavy lidded, smiling at her.
“That would be nice.” She eased away from me and sauntered over to the patio door, looking out into the back yard. “Too bad it’s raining. I was looking forward to swimming nude.” She turned back to face us, a small smile lifting the corners of her full cherry colored lips.
Grace opened the fridge and took a bottle of wine from inside. As she stepped to the cabinet she spoke, “Don’t let the rain stop you...getting nude I mean.” She poured wine into two glasses and handed one to Chloe.
“I thought you’d never ask.” Chloe set the glass down on the counter next to her and tugged the waistband of her shirt up and over her head.
Somehow, the sight of her topless, her creamy full breasts and slender waist above the short jean skirt was more erotic than if she’d been totally nude. Even though I’d seen her naked last week, I couldn’t help but marvel at how gorgeous a rack she had, each boob more than a handful and topped by dark pebbled top-hat nipples. And today, Grace had given me the okay on sampling that.
I glanced over at Ethan. His lips were parted as he watched his wife’s sexy confidence, flaunting herself. I knew the feeling. It was like seeing your partner for the first time again, the magic and mystery experienced through other people’s eyes and senses.
Grace’s head tilted to the side gazing down at Chloe’s boobs. Her hand lifted and the back of her fingers brushed over the blonde woman’s nipple. “So perfect.” She leaned in and kissed Chloe’s lips, just the faintest touch of their lips meeting.
She eased back and her hand slipped over Chloe’s, stepping towards me. Her chin was lowered and she looked up at me through the dark fringe of her eyelashes, bringing Chloe over, offering her friend and lover to me.
My eyes were wide and a jolt of pure pleasure spiked low in my gut down to the thickness of my cock as she gave me her blessing to be with Chloe.
I risked a glance at Ethan, double checking how he was taking this. We might not be on the same page when it came to sex between us but he was still Chloe’s husband and he needed to be on side with this as well. His eyes met mine and he nodded.
Chloe stood before me, her blue eyes meeting mine as her hands rose to rest in the curve of my shoulder and neck. Her naked breasts were a magnet to my eyes and then my hands. Her flesh was supple and her nipples firm in my palm and I grasped and pawed at her. I bent lower to kiss her lips, taste the trace of wine on her tongue, my hand lowering and sliding round to cup her ass, pulling her closer.
The floral scent of her hair and perfume filled my nostrils as I kissed her lips. Her tummy pressed against my cock and she squirmed from side to side, while a soft moan rumbled in her throat. She wanted this as much as I did.
I pulled away from her mouth, kissing her neck while my eyes sought Grace’s. How was she doing with this? I had to know before this went any farther. But there was only interest in her intent gaze, as she stood beside Ethan, her arm circling his waist.
I gasped at the jolt of lust that filled my cock from her hand. Chloe was pawing and grasping at the waist of my pants, tugging at the snap and zipper.
“Let’s go into the bedroom and get comfortable.” Grace’s voice drifted softly in the air and I looked over at her.
Oh God. The sheer gossamer of her peignoir draped over her figure like a soft promise whispered in the night. I could see her nipples outlined starkly then
the fabric shadowing the underside of her breast down to her crotch. Her lace draped arm reached out and began to stroke Ethan’s crotch, her fingers peeking out from the cuff caressing the fly on his pants. My own cock gave a pulse and I could feel my own pre-cum ooze.
It was actually going to happen! We were going to fuck each others’ spouse! I was going to have sex with another woman, and my wife was going to watch! She was going to get on her back under another man and I couldn’t wait!
Chloe stepped back and she picked up the glass of wine, draining it in one long swallow. When she set it down again I took her hand and we followed Grace and Ethan down the hall and into the bedroom.
The room was dim with the curtains over the windows closed. The sound of rain hitting the glass and the roof seemed to add to the intimacy and closeness of the moment. Grace stood next to the bed, shrugging out of the whisper of fabric and tossed it aside. She turned and her knees pressed into the plush mattress, as she positioned herself at the other side of the bed.
My fingers flew, tearing the golf shirt over my head, flicking the snap and zipper in my shorts open, all the while watching Chloe push the skirt over her hips and step onto the bed. My cock thudded heavily against my thigh, finally free of the fabric. I couldn’t wait to get next to Chloe but I glanced to the side, at Ethan.
Oh fuck. He was already naked; his cock tight against his stomach but his eyes had been on my cock. He glanced away quickly and rounded the bed to lie next to Grace. For a moment I just stood there, trying to sort out how I felt about that. After our talk in the kitchen, I knew he wanted to touch me, maybe even to suck it. More pre-cum slid from my slit as I pictured that.
My thumb and forefinger circled the base of my cock as I gazed at the three of them, naked on the bed. My chest was light and I inhaled deeply, giving a little jerk of my wrist, making my cock bob heavily. Yeah, it was something to be proud of, knowing each of them wanted it, even Ethan.
