NOTE: While I primarily write stories about straight, cisgendered couples, this chapter contains MM & MMF interaction. While I find it hot, I know a few might find it squicky. You know, I should add a similar note to my MF stories, too, because just having a note for MM sex seems biased. Until I have a chance to go back and change all the other sexy-time posts, accept my apologies for my inadvertently unequal presentation of erotic/pornographic material. xoxo
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“My turn,” you said, pushing me gently away. I backed up and you knelt down in my place. I watched you delicately tongue the head of his cock before taking him slowly into your mouth. It was so sexy I almost came again. I looked up into David’s face. He was looking down at you, looking slightly amused but definitely turned on. I wondered briefly what he thought about us. Did he think of us as a vanilla couple just dipping our toes in at the edge of a different world? Did he think of himself as a teacher or coach or as a voyeur, or was he just excited by threesomes in general?
David glanced at me, then back down at the top of your head. He obviously liked having you suck his cock. Over the years, on the rare occasions I had wanted to be Domme, I’d made you practice on dildos, enjoyed watching you slide the fake piece in and out, swirling your tongue, hollowing out your cheeks as you sucked. The practice must have paid off, you looked like a professional porn star, taking him in all the way, twisting and turning your head, pausing every once in a while, your tongue still on the tip of his cock as you looked up into his eyes.
I didn’t feel left out. I felt engaged as I watched, like your performance was a reflection of our relationship, and I wanted you to leave him rigid and weak with need. I wanted him to feel what I felt for you -- that sort of worshipful desire -- and to have him beg for release.
He leaned back on one hand and stroked your short hair with the other, scootched his ass toward the edge of the couch and pulled one thigh up and out of your way, putting his foot up on the couch, the other thigh swinging open so I could still watch.
I decided I wanted to rejoin the fun so I moved to sit on the couch in front of the arm he was leaning on. He turned his head toward me and we kissed. It was the first time I’d kissed someone else that way. His lips didn’t feel like yours, but there was a masculine force behind his kisses, as if he was taking what I offered rather than sharing them with me. The submissive side of me responded with the desire to be guided, to do whatever he might ask.
David stopped stroking your head and moved his hand to my breast, massaged it, pulled gently on the nipple. I moaned into the kisses, then gasped as you slid your nearest hand between my thighs.
You fingers were instantly wet with my excitement and you spread that wetness up to my clit, gently sliding over and around it. I parted my thighs and cocked my hips to open the angle to your probing hand. It felt good to be teased and massaged by the both of you. It felt sexy and even dangerous, almost.
Then David broke the kiss and pulled back a little from me to look me in the eyes. His hand left my breast to rest gently atop your head, eliciting a small moan from you.
“Do you want to watch me fuck your husband’s ass?” he asked me.
“Yes,” I breathed, “There’s lube in the bedroom. I can bring it out to you if you like or you could move there.”
“Bring it out to me, please,” he said, his hand still buried in your hair. I could tell he wasn’t going to let you go anywhere until he decided it was time to switch holes.
I nearly ran to fetch the bottle of lube from the bedside table but a few other toys caught my eye so I grabbed them, too, before scurrying back.
When I returned David was leaning over you, whispering something. You were moaning in reply, still seemingly intent on sucking him for all you were worth. It turned me on to see you give up control to another man. I hoped it was turning you on, too.
“Do you want to help me a bit more?” David asked me. I nodded.
“Lube him up for me, then. I’m really enjoying this and don’t want to give it up just yet.”
“I wouldn’t, either,” I replied as I set everything down on the coffee table, some of the items making it onto the fruit and cheese platter in my hurry to free my hands. I pulled the coffee table away to make room for myself behind your kneeling form.
You know I sometimes rush things. We joke that I’m just about the least romantic person, that I can go straight to fucking, without being interested in foreplay or kissing or even taking off my clothes. But I knew from my own experiences, being on both the giving and receiving end of anal sex, that it was one of the few acts that truly required a good amount of foreplay to make it comfortable and fun for the one playing the receiving role.
I was determined to give you what I knew you liked. I massaged your ass cheeks firmly and slowly through your trousers, cupped them from below to encourage you to raise them up toward me. I took a moment to slide the waist of your trousers and g-string over your hips and ass and down your thighs to your knees, hobbling you as you had hobbled me two days before.
This time it was me admiring your ass. I spanked you once and you reacted with a short moan into David’s crotch, your body rocking forward to push your face further into his crotch. I liked how that looked so I did it again, controlling your movements with a slap and then another, and another.
Red spots began to appear on your ass cheeks and you were making wonderful whimpering, needy noises, making me want to continue spanking you. But, in all the time we’ve been together, I’ve never been quite confident on where the line was for you, where you might be pushed from enjoying the pain to being turned off by it. I decided to err on the side of caution and went back to massaging your glutes, occasionally slipping my hands between your thighs to fondle your cock and balls, pausing to push a little harder on your asshole than anything else.
When I did, you pushed back eagerly. It was all I needed to see to know you wanted me to get you ready for taking David’s cock up your ass.
I twisted my body a little to retrieve the bottle of lube from the coffee table and squirted a small amount onto my fingers. I gently rubbed those wet, slippery fingers around your asshole, then gently pushed my index finger in. I slowly fucked you with my finger until you started wriggling you ass, begging for more.
I added another small amount of lube to my middle finger and inserted it along with my index finger on the next stroke. Your sphincter muscle was tight around my fingers. I gently worked them in and out, spreading them apart little by little, helping your excited body relax in the right places so you could enjoy the feeling of a cock entering you.
These were things I’d done before, on the few occasions I’d pegged you with a strap-on. I’d never been as enthusiastic as you when it came to pegging, but I liked making you feel good, so I did it whenever you asked.
Now here you were, silently begging my with those sweet, needy ass-wriggles, to open you up for a real cock. I wondered if you’d ever want a pegging again. Or if maybe I’d enjoy fucking your ass more after tonight.
Your muscles relaxed a little at a time. I had to remind myself that there was no rush. This was a virginal experience for you and I wanted it to be as good as possible, which meant slowing myself down and waiting for you to show me you were ready.
I was getting both fingers in to the third knuckle. I added a little more lube and started to work a little harder on loosening you up, taking advantage of every moment you relaxed to spread my fingers a little farther apart. You were so needy you were virtually shaking and constantly moaning into David’s crotch.
He wasn’t much quieter than you, gasping and moaning as he pet your hair repeatedly, sometimes moving his hand down to feel his cock slide into your mouth, sometimes sliding it along your neck to massage your back.
“He’s ready for you,” I said finally, almost regretfully. I was getting into the rhythm of finger-fucking you and watching you suck his cock.
“Switch places with me, then,” David said, sitting upright and using both hands to lift your head away from his crotch. When I moved to sit on the couch in front of you, I saw your glazed eyes and hungry mouth.
“Are you okay, sweetheart?” I asked tenderly as I pushed my thumb from my clean hand into your mouth. You sucked it eagerly as you nodded, your eyes on mine. I leaned down and kissed your mouth, tasted his precum on your lips, shivered at what it meant.
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