Serialized Story: "Third Party Submission," Part 5

Note: While most of my posts and stories are about straight, cisgendered couples, the remainder of this story includes some MM scenes. I find it hot. I basically find everything hot.

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At first the conversation was a little stilted. Not surprising, considering we were all just teasing ourselves with a facade of social niceties before jumping into bed. But you and David soon fell into an easy rapport, sharing stories about college and work and women. I added my own from time to time but I reminded myself that my role tonight was more as facilitator and I certainly wouldn’t force my way to center stage. I was content to offer bites and nibbles of brie on bread and grapes, to fetch water and another round of bourbon for you both.

Occasionally either you or David would reach to fondle my breasts and nipples, in an almost matter-of-fact way. The casualness of it turned me on, how calmly you accepted him touching me, how neither of you were distracted from each other. I felt like a sensual part of the backdrop, something fun and sexy but certainly not the main course.

I was pleased to see how comfortable you seemed with David but then I worried maybe you were too comfortable, maybe neither of you were going to make the first moves toward the three-way sex orgy we’d been fantasizing about. I needn’t have worried. When I was in the kitchen for a moment, getting you another iced water, I saw your heads draw together into a kiss.

I couldn’t tell which of you had started it. Maybe it was just a mutual thing, just the perfect timing for both of you to equally express your desire for the other. I watched from the kitchen, watched you kiss a man, something you didn’t really mention when you fantasized about sex with another man. It was weird to see you kiss someone, not me, on the lips, then really get into it, with your hand on his face. I was happy for you, I was really turned on, but I also felt outside of myself. Not jealous, just -- just that certain frame of mind when you’re learning or experiencing something new.

David broke the kiss and turned his head to look over the back of the couch and the bar to me.

“You should join us again,” he said.

I walked back with your glass of water in my hands, set it on the coffee table next to the platter. I met your eyes and you looked almost embarrassed. I didn’t want you to be embarrassed. I wanted you to be at ease, happy. I smiled at you as I stepped between the two of you and knelt again, put one hand on your thigh, the other on his.

“Please don’t let me interrupt you two,” I said, as I slid my hands up towards buttons and zippers. David leaned in and you let your lips get captured in another deep kiss. I took my time undoing your trousers and his jeans, rubbing both of you through the fabric, glancing up every now and again to make sure you were still both engaged in the kisses.

It was really happening, I told myself, with some wonder. Soon I’d see another man’s cock. I’d do more than just see it.

I coaxed out yours first and wrapped my hand around it, pulling up then down into a slow rhythm. It was covered in pre-cum and you were so hard! Then I dipped my other hand into the folds of David’s jeans and boxers to encounter his cock. It, too, was hard and wet, felt thicker but not any longer. I was inwardly relieved. I didn’t want you to spend your time comparing cocks or despairing that his was bigger. I pulled it out, exposing it to my eyes. The head was more purple than yours and looked just as delicious.

Without taking a break in the kisses, you wriggled your hips to get yourself closer to the edge of the couch and swiveled yourself around slightly, making it easier for me to take you into my mouth. I lowered my head and reached out with my tongue, swirled it around the tip of your cock, before letting my mouth follow, lips sliding along your already wet shaft until my nose was buried in the hair at the base. It felt so good, so reassuring, to do something I knew we both loved.

I bobbed my head up and down as slowly as I could, relishing each inch of you, while sliding my hand -- my “David hand,” my brain said -- up and down this new guest, spreading his pre cum along his shaft, massaging it in.

Our living room was silent for a few minutes, all of us enjoying what we were doing. You ran a hand through my hair then rested it against the back of my neck the way I like, the way that makes me feel all melty and submissive.

After a moment you swept my hair up and pulled on it, pulling my mouth up and down your cock, fucking my face. You knew it made me so horny. I started to moan helplessly. Then you pulled my head up all the way, tilted it back and kissed my lips, before pushing me away from you and down toward my “David hand” and this new shaft. Even with you controlling my head with your grip on my hair, my lips met the tip of it in a gentle kiss before they parted to let it in. He tasted different. A different soap, of course, but also a different natural taste.

You kept your grip on my hair, made me suck his cock, and I did the best I could, with one hand massaging his balls and the other on your shaft, stroking up and down. It took a lot of focus, I couldn’t be anywhere but in the moment, in myself, in my actions. David’s hips shifted and he started to fuck my mouth as you held my head still with your hand. I was so turned on by the thought of you, my husband, holding me in place so someone else could have me.

Time slowed down and every detail of the situation soaked into my brain -- the hot, hard flesh in my mouth, the odor of a different man, the rub of his jean against my chin and cheek with every slip downward, his moans and mine, your breathing, your hand controlling me, my ripe, leaking pussy, the warm, damp feel of your cock in one hand and the silky soft feel of his balls in the other, my weight settling on my knees and ankles, the buckles of the spanking skirt and the restriction of the corset around my ribs, the warmth of the ankle and wrist cuffs, my breasts exposed, my nipples hard. All of it overwhelmed me and I came, crying into his cock, stiffening slightly, my clit bucking wildly and my empty cunt contracting.

“Yes,” you whispered, “Cum for us, my pretty fucktoy.” I moaned again, my mouth full, as I came down from the apex. You pulled my head up again and kissed me, your mouth full of hunger.