Unlocking Sexual Secrets
Part 27
Nifty / bisexual / adult-friends
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OK, so where were we?
After letting Donna out, I headed to the kitchen and got myself a glass of water. I realized I should probably take a shower, but I decided to head to the bedroom first to see what kind of mood Louise was in. Fuck, who am I kidding? I wanted to fuck Louise.
I suppose I was only half surprised when I entered our bedroom to find Louise sleeping. She was lying naked on her side in bed, her body half- covered by our quilt. Her purple gown and stockings, along with her shiny black high-heels, lay scattered on the floor. She was in a deep sleep already, breathing heavily through her mouth. Almost snoring. Wine did that to her. She'd wake up in the morning with a monster hangover.
I stubbed out a smoldering cigarette-end Louise had discarded in the ashtray on the bedside table at her side of the bed. I also put Louise's shiny gold vibrator away. Then I picked up my laptop which was lying next to Louise. Louise had paused a Donna movie that looked like the action was taking place outdoors in an alleyway at night.
I sat down on the bed next to Louise, and dragged the play bar back to the start. I got myself comfortable and restarted the movie.
The movie was titled "Whores just wanna have fun". The whole fucking whore thing again. The by now typical spoken introduction saw Donna standing in a doorway, dressed provocatively in a short leather skirt, stockings, the lacy tops of which were clearly visible, high heels, and a low cut shiny black blouse. Her huge boobs were almost popping out of a tight black bra. Thick over-heavy make-up completed the whore look. Street prostitute chic.
Donna started by explaining that men and women often wondered if whores 'had fun' when they hooked up with paying customers. She told the viewer she'd let them make up their own minds when they saw what followed. And finally, Donna reminded the viewer that they could of course meet with her in person; details on the home page.
The action itself started with Donna standing smoking in what looked like a deserted strip-mall parking lot. A car pulled up, big newish model BMW. Not Frank's car, he drove a Lexus. The plates were pixelated, you couldn't see the driver. Donna leaned into the driver's window, her ass nearly busting out of her leather skirt, before walking round to the passenger door and letting herself in.
Cut to an alleyway, still night time, but the scene lit by some kind of artificial lighting, Donna squatted down sucking on a huge cock, her pendulous breasts dangling out of her top. Sound on. The camera pulled back from Donna showing the 'John', who looked like a forty-something body builder with a shaved head. The guy was clothed in a dark business suit and white shirt, with his large cock and balls sticking out of his pants. I didn't recognize him. I figured him for a strip club bouncer. He had that look. He was breathing heavily, 'Ohs' and 'Ahs' slipping from his mouth as Donna worked his cock good.
The movie suddenly cut to the bald guy, still in his suit, fucking Donna from behind as she was pressed up against a wall in the alleyway with her leather skirt hitched up to her waist and her massive fat tits flopping around in time to the guy's thrusts. Donna was grunting loudly as the guy enthusiastically pumped her cunt with his 9-inch dick. It was the first time I felt that Donna was overacting in a movie. During the actual sex in the other movies I'd seen her in, Donna had seemed more natural.
Eventually, the scene entered its climax with an almost anatomical close-up of the guy squeezing his long dick deep into Donna's stretched asshole. There was about a minute of the guy anally banging Donna. Donna screamed as she 'came' and the obligatory visible male cumshot materialized when the guy pulled his dick out of Donna's ass and sprayed a VERY healthy load onto Donna's butt cheeks as he moaned loudly. Then the camera once again pulled back from the spent couple, Donna turning to the camera to give a deep satisfied smile. The screen faded to black.
As usual, the movie had been very professionally shot. The lighting in the alleyway especially. I wondered if Frank had help, or if he just had a real talent for shooting amateur porno. I remembered Donna had mentioned Frank had help, from a 'Jon', or was it a 'John'. For sure, this definitely wasn't some kind of homemade gonzo bullshit, shot on a cellphone.
As I prepared to put away my laptop, it hit me that the actual fucking wasn't too dissimilar to the Donna and Randall/Raquel TV fuck movie I'd watched previously. I thought about searching for that movie but thought better of it. I closed the laptop and decided to get some shuteye.
--
In the morning I was the first to get up. I'd heard a ping on my phone but dozed for about a half-hour more before my internal alarm, otherwise known as my bladder, forced me to get up and go to the bathroom. After relieving myself, I brushed my teeth, then put on a t-shirt and some shorts. I picked up my phone and laptop, then headed downstairs. I wanted a coffee before I showered.
Once I'd taken a first sip of my morning coffee, I looked at my phone. Three picture messages, plus a text message, all from Mike. The pictures were similar to the ones he'd sent before, selfies. This time instead of a woman, a young blond guy was sucking on Mike's cock. The first picture was a downwards PoV type shot, Mike's dick buried halfway in the guy's mouth. Then there was one from the side, with a pretty decent perspective. I wondered if Mike had a selfie stick. The blond guy had on an airline shirt, I assumed he was an air steward. The final picture was a shot of the guy's face, big smile, eyes wide open, his lips and chin dosed with streaks of Mike's cum, a round milky blob glistening on the guy's left nostril.
There was a plain text message for me as well, reminding me to provide driving directions for next weekend.
I checked emails and went back upstairs. Louise was still asleep.
I managed to get some life back into Louise by gently tonguing her cunt. God, how I love that overnight concentration of aroma and flavor you get from a woman's pussy first thing in the morning. Once roused, I slid three fingers inside Louise's warm sticky cunt and worked her insides hard before giving her a plain missionary style banging until I came. Louise participated, kissing me passionately despite her hangover. I knew Louise well enough to know that her compliance in the just-awake fuck indicated at least a slight element of regret about how things had gone the previous night. I guess she must have felt a little guilty.
After I'd shot my load into her, I climbed off of Louise, who I now saw looked very hungover. She leaned upwards onto her pillow, lit a cigarette and asked me to get her a coffee. I headed downstairs to get us both a cup.
I got back to the bedroom to find Louise now sitting up in bed. After I'd handed Louise her coffee she lit another cigarette.
"So?", I said. "About last night?'
Louise looked at me.
"Ron, I feel like shit. How about not now?"
I shrugged my shoulders.
"Louise, you went a bit crazy. You do realize that, right?"
Louise took a deep pull on her cigarette, exhaled through her nose. Then took a sip of coffee.
"What do you want me to say, Ron? What do you want me to do?"
I hesitated.
"Like, will I phone up Donna and apologize? She seemed to like the whole thing. A lot. As did you. You telling me you didn't enjoy ass-fucking Donna? Coming on her fat tits? Really, Ron? Is that what you're saying? Come on. I even made her come! So the freaky bitch should be happy. And after that shit with the pictures of me on her website. I still don't fucking believe it!"
I agreed the picture stuff on Donna's website was out of line. But I also tried to explain that to me, the whole dynamic with Donna the previous night, especially Louise's unbridled nastiness during the situation, was not cool. I finished by mentioning that luckily Donna had thought it was part of an act. A role-playing game.
Louise looked annoyed.
"Jesus. That whore is one stupid bitch. OK, Ron. You know what? Let me make this clear. I fucking enjoyed it. I loved treating Donna like a whore. Which is what she is. Let's face facts. Don't argue, Ron, Donna fucks guys for money."
I tried to speak, but Louise cut me off.
"Ron, enough of this bullshit. Your new friend Mike is coming over next weekend. When he's here, I'm going to act how I want to act, so you better be comfortable with that, OK? I'm not some submissive wife who does whatever you want and pretends to get off on it to keep you happy. I enjoy what we do. It's not all about YOU when we do this shit."
"Louise, of course honey, I understand. I, ..."
Louise interrupted me again.
"And I'm really looking forward to watching Mike fucking you in the ass. Don't forget what we agreed."
Louise took a final deep pull on her Marlboro, then stubbed out her cigarette.
"Ron! Or, you know what? Just call the guy now and cancel if everything has to be YOUR way. Oh shit. Fuck it, move! I need to puke!"
Louise rushed to the bathroom and started retching. It looked like I would be picking the kids up on my own.
--
I left the Donna subject well alone after that morning. Whatever would happen in the future, would happen. I knew we'd be in the Maloney's company again, that was for sure. I decided to play it by ear when I next met Frank, or we met Frank and Donna as a couple. Despite the softball season being over, I did occasionally meet the guys for drinks. I was sure I'd bump into Frank sooner rather than later. Fuck it, the Holiday season wasn't too far away, and we always had a big night out with our friends in December. And there was the usual husbands' night out, which invariably ended up in a titty bar. I wondered if Jon Parker would be coming to that this year. I had to admit that I was curious to find out if Jon was Frank's movie making assistant.
On Wednesday, I prepared an email for Mike confirming driving directions. I sat down next to Louise on the couch before pulling the trigger.
"Louise, we're on with Mike. OK?"
Louise gave me a deep stare.
"Ron, but not just on your terms. OK? I'd like to fully enjoy this. I want to try the double penetration. I think I could probably go the rest of my life without another cock in my ass. But this I want to try. OK?"
I thought for a few seconds. I told Louise I'd prefer it if it was only me who took her anally. I felt strange doing it. But Louise was my wife. Was I really being such a jerk? I still had a lot of confused thoughts about our sex life, even after so many experiences in the last few months.
"Sure, Ron, I get it."
Louise reached over to the table by the side of the couch, pulled a Marlboro out of a half empty pack, and lit up.
"You men are very possessive. Baby, I really do love the way you've been handling things up to now. I really didn't think you'd go for this whole sex with other men thing. Without your gay side, I know it just wouldn't have happened. It's weird how it's developed so quickly. But like I say, I get it. You feel my ass is yours and yours alone. You guys and your 'possessions'. Like kids who don't want to share their toys."
I felt some discomfort listening to Louise say this. Inside, however, I knew she was right. She'd always been more emotionally intelligent than me.
Louise then asked to look once more at the pictures Mike had sent. We went through them again on my laptop. I'd actually forgotten Mike had sent a picture of him and Kathryn naked. Janice's friend, the black girl, from the hotel in Boston.
Louise looked at me.
"Ron, this Mike's a hottie. Let's do this."
I sent the email. About an hour later, I called Mike and I finalized the weekend arrangements. It was on.
--
Louise went out for drinks on Thursday night. She came home around 11pm, a little tipsy. We fucked on the couch. Half way through our love making, Louise asked me to get her vibrator. She then asked me to take her doggy style, and asked me to gently penetrate her ass with the sex toy at the same time. After a few minutes, Louise came hard, with the vibro pushed into her asshole about half way, maybe four inches deep.
Louise begged me not to come in her. She made me withdraw, then she sat me on the edge of the couch and proceeded to push the vibrator in and out of my asshole as she sucked me off. It didn't take long before I erupted in her mouth. The feeling of my ass muscles contracting around the vibrator as I came nearly blew my mind.
--
Saturday morning arrived. Louise's dad had come and picked up the boys on Friday afternoon, but we'd deliberately had a fuck free Friday night in anticipation of our liaison with Mike.
Louise was busy tidying up the house most of the day. I went to the market to buy food. I wasn't sure if we'd eat a meal before the sex, or after. I only then remembered that Mike was likely staying the night. Shit. Some aspects of our get-together, obvious though they were, hadn't really registered. I'd been totally nervous when I'd initially suggested the possibility of a threesome in Mike's hotel room, and a lot of the actual detail I'd forgotten.
I'd asked Mike to aim for a 7:30pm to 8pm ETA. Around 7:15pm, Louise shouted me up to the bedroom.
I walked in as Louise was examining herself in the long dress mirror.
"What do you think? I didn't want to be too over-the-top, but then again I do want to look sexy."
Well Louise had certainly done sexy.
On her top half, I was in no doubt that Louise had totally hit the target. She was wearing a low-cut dark gray sweater, which displayed her firm cleavage provocatively. The sweater, which was long-sleeved, had small jewel like squares of glass stitched into the very low round neckline. Christ, those beautiful full natural tits. Unbeatable.
Waist down, Louise had chosen a short faded denim skirt which was frayed around the bottom hemline. The outfit was completed with a pair of woolen black over-the knee socks. They looked like stockings actually, leaving a few inches of Louise's silky soft thigh flesh visible. Louise also had on a pair of shiny black heels. I recognized them from the get together with Joanne and Randall.
Louise's make-up seemed just right. Her smoky eyes were perfect, framed in silver and dark gray eyeshadow, and long mascaraed lashes. A dark red gloss lipstick shone on Louise's lips. Nothing too powerful, but very feminine, very sensual. She'd pinned her dark hair up, with strands hanging down in that perfect sultry slightly messy look she'd perfected over the last three months.
It suddenly occurred to me that Louise looked just like she did the time we'd gone over to Bill's place to smooth out any residual fallout from the car thing that had got all this crazy shit started. She was even wearing the same thick bronze bangles round her wrists.
Louise lit a cigarette, and took a deep inhale.
"Well, honey, you do look good", I managed to say.
Louise looked at me.
"You don't like it! I can tell."
"No, it's not that, I ...",
I couldn't hide it totally. Maybe it was the long dark socks with the skirt. It was a more Bohemian look than I was used to with Louise. The sort of look that Louise's artistic friend Mandy would look good in.
"Oh, fuck! OK, I have a Plan B! Fuck!", Louise stammered.
The doorbell rang. I glanced at my watch. 7:21pm. Shit, Mike was a few minutes early.
"Ron, get the door. Have a drink downstairs, give me 15, maybe 20 minutes. I'm pretty sure I can change in that time. I bought a new outfit on Wednesday, that'll have to do! I'll join you guys downstairs."
"Baby, you don't have to ..."
"Ron, I do. Please! Just go. I'm not 100% on this outfit myself. The look's too young, I'm not really comfortable. If I was skinnier maybe. You were right, OK? Just get the door. Please! And turn the oven on."
The doorbell rang again. I headed downstairs in a hurry.
I opened the door, and there was Mike.
"Hi," I said, "Come on in."
Mike smiled at me.
"Hi, Ron, thanks. Here!"
Mike handed me a bottle of red wine. I edged sideways and let him in.
"Good drive?", I asked.
"Yeah, not too bad. A tad over an hour. I took I-287."
I hadn't really thought about how attractive I found Mike since we'd met. He didn't have the longer hair I normally went for, but he had a boyish twinkle in his eyes, and I found him very sexy.
Mike was wearing a light blue button down shirt and dark blue pants, with a pair of brown loafers. Under his left arm he had slung a dark blue nylon windcheater with a dark orange lining. Mike was fresh shaven which added to the youthful look he exuded. I preferred longer hair in a man, but Mike's close cropped, almost crew cut, just seemed to enhance his handsomeness.
I pointed Mike to the couch.
"Louise is upstairs, she's getting ready. You know women!", I smiled.
"Yeah. But I bet Louise looks great when she's ready."
I offered Mike a drink.
"I might have one beer, Ron. With the drive back and all."
I was about to reply when the sound of Louise's steps caused both me and Mike to turn to the bottom of the stairs.
Wow!
Louise had changed her clothes. She had on a plunging floral jumpsuit. The material was shiny, satin-esque. The base color was a deep dark blue, with lighter blue, green, and burgundy flowers scattered throughout. The pant legs were flared and stopped halfway down Louise's calves. Louise had on what I took to be tights underneath and was wearing the same black heels she'd had on with her original discarded outfit.
But the piece de resistance, was the incredible plunging front that exposed most of Louise's magnificent bra-less breasts. The deep open V only really covered the outer half of Louise's boobs. Louise's full plump inner mounds were completely open to the eye from maybe one half inch to each inner side of her dark nipples. Shit! This was knockout stuff. It was probably the most sensual I'd ever seen Louise dressed. I'd struggle if we were out in a bar or a restaurant with Louise looking this way, but in our current situation, the look was sublime.
I actually gulped.
Before I could speak, Louise welcomed Mike.
"Hi Mike, I'm Louise. Pleased to meet you. And you're even cuter in the flesh!"
Mike swallowed before replying.
"Hi, Louise. Likewise. You look awesome. I'm so glad that Ron and you are welcoming me into your home. I really appreciate it."
Louise giggled. "Well, Mike, I'm hoping we'll be even more welcoming in a little while!"
I looked at Louise. "Drink, baby?"
"Yes, Ron. I bought a bottle of champagne yesterday. In the refrigerator. Crack that open, and bring three glasses."
Mike looked at me, then Louise.
"Maybe I shouldn't, with the drive home, champagne goes right to my head."
"Nonsense!", Louise replied. "I mean you ARE going to spend the night, Mike, yes? It would be crazy to drive straight home. I'm sure we'll be able to fix up sleeping arrangements, won't we Ron?", Louise said smiling, with a conspiratorial twinkle in her eye.
"Well, if it's not too much trouble," Mike replied.
"No trouble at all, Mike", Louise smiled.
Louise walked over to the cabinet by the front window and pulled a cigarette out of an already open pack of Marlboros and clicked her lighter on.
"You smoke, Mike?", Louise asked.
"I used to, but I quit about 18 months ago. I still do a little weed, and very occasionally I'll have a cigarette. Depends on the situation. Like how drunk I am, for example. If I'm with a smoker. I guess you never fully quit."
"Well, Mike, I quit for years. Ron didn't like me smoking at all. But, here I am. Back smoking again. I love it, I don't know how I stopped smoking for so long. I find it such a simple pleasure."
Louise put an ashtray on the coffee table and sat on the couch next to Mike. I went to the kitchen and got an ice bucket, the bottle of champagne and three glasses. I opened the bottle when I was back in the living room. I handed a glass to Louise, then Mike, before sitting down on the lounge chair opposite the couch. I still couldn't keep my eyes off of Louise. My wife looked fucking tremendous tonight. I actually asked Mike to take a picture of us on my phone. Louise and I stood next to each other as Mike snapped 3 pictures. Then Louise asked me to take a picture of her and Mike. I winced inwardly as Louise put her arm round Mike's waist. I took two snaps.
Louise giggled again as we sat back down.
"Probably not the last pictures we take tonight, right, Mike?"
Louise seemed to have got into the zone pretty quickly. She was the boss tonight.
We finished the champagne, about two glasses each. Louise then switched to white wine. Mike and I had beers.
The conversation quickly moved to the matter in hand. Louise explained she'd never been DP-ed but it was something she felt she had to try.
"I watched Ron and a friend of ours DP a woman at a party. It gave me the idea to try it. But I was waiting for the right moment. The right 'other person' was important to me. Ron, don't get jealous, but Mike, you're really cute. I so want this. But let's at least have a snack first. Ron, you keep Mike amused while I heat something up."
When Louise left the living room, Mike looked over at me.
"Shit, Ron. You have an amazing wife. Really, you are one lucky guy."
As usual, before I got into this kind of activity with Louise I was edgy. I couldn't stop feeling pangs of jealousy in advance of what I knew was about to happen.
Louise served some savory pastries and mini pizzas. After we ate, Louise took the plates back through to the kitchen. On her return she sat down close to Mike.
Louise lit a cigarette.
"So, Mike. Ron and I have really only been this open in our sex lives for a few months. I didn't even know that Ron was bi until I stumbled upon his, ahem, internet preferences."
Mike looked at me and smiled a little nervously. He replied that it was often the way. You discovered a lot about people by their internet habits.
Louise continued.
"Since we started I guess we've done a lot of stuff. Not everything, obviously. Mike, one thing I so want to see is Ron taking it from another guy. We haven't really done that yet. How long have you been into the scene?"
Louise paused, then looked at me. She giggled.
"Oh my God, Ron, I think we're actually in a 'scene'!"
Mike explained that he'd been bi since his teen years. He'd actually had his earliest sexual experiences with other teenage boys. But he liked girls too.
Louise stubbed out her cigarette then glanced over at me. It was a knowing glance. I swallowed. It looked like it was time.
"Ron, maybe we should, you know, get started?"
I looked at Mike, then back to Louise.
"Here? Or do we go upstairs?", I asked.
"Let's start here", Louise responded.
Louise then leaned closely into Mike, her firm bust squeezing into Mike's chest as she gave Mike a soft gentle kiss on his lips. Then she pushed herself forward more firmly, and started to deeply French kiss Mike. Mike closed his eyes and responded. I could clearly see Louise's tongue sliding in and out of Mike's willing mouth.
As usual, I felt those initial familiar jealous feelings course through my veins. But likewise, I felt that accompanying twinge in my cock. I was getting aroused. Louise broke off the kiss.
"Ron, over here. Let's make out for a little while."
I took a few steps over to the couch and sat to Louise's left. Mike was on Louise's right. I noticed that Louise had her right hand on Mike's crotch. She was giving Mike's cock and balls gentle squeezes. She put her free hand around my neck and pulled me in for a really wet French kiss. After about ten seconds she turned back to Mike. It was his turn again.
As Louise and Mike kissed, I slid the silky material partially covering Louise's left breast towards me using my fingers, and pinched Louise's exposed nipple, which instantly stiffened to my touch. I felt a slight shudder work its way through Louise's flesh. I then put my head down and started sucking Louise's nipple. Strongly, the way she liked it.
Louise detached her lips from Mike's and let out a sigh.
I felt Mike's hand furtively edge over Louise's other tit. Mike moved his head downwards, as he freed Louise's right breast with his fingers.
"Oh, yes!", Louise panted as Mike started to hungrily suck on her free tit.
After about a minute of concentrated breast play from the both of us, Louise put her hands on mine and Mike's heads. I looked up at the same time as Mike.
"Boys, please, I want to see you guys making out now."
Louise edged out of her position on the center of the couch and stood up. She slid the top of her pant suit down over her arms. Then she undid the thin fabric belt at her waist and let the whole outfit slide to the floor. Fuck! Louise was wearing sheer black hold-up stockings. And no panties. I could see that already she was moist. She threw the pant suit over onto the easy chair. She kept her heels on.
"OK, boys, your turn. Take your clothes off."
Mike looked at me and smiled, then stood up and started to undress. I quickly followed suit.
Mike started by removing his shirt. As he did Louise smiled.
"Ron, Mike's such a cutie, don't you think?"
I nodded as I removed my top. As Mike pulled down his pants, Louise's eyes widened.
"Oh, my word! That's a nice one!", exclaimed Louise.
Mike's almost fully erect circumcised cock had sprung free. I bent over to finish extricating my feet from my shoes as Louise walked forward and grabbed Mike. Louise started tongue kissing Mike voraciously again.
Louise and Mike felt me edge closer and stopped kissing. Louise looked at me mischievously.
"Ron, how about we suck Mike's cock together? Is that OK?"
I nodded, then let out a quiet, "Yes".
"OK, Mike sit back on the couch.", Louise instructed.
Mike did as he was told silently. As he positioned himself on the couch his VERY hard cock twitched in the air.
Mike's cock had stiffened to its full eight-inch length. Louise and I knelt in front of him. Before Louise could move in I directed Mike's cock to my lips and covered the head with my lips. I slowly slid Mike's cock deeper into my mouth. Mike sighed, loudly.
"Ron! Don't be greedy, share please!" Louise said, in a faux angry tone.
I released Mike's pale, almost pink, cock head from my mouth. Louise hungrily gazed at Mike's glistening member, then looked me in the eye as she slowly tongued the tip. She withdrew her tongue and smiled at me. Giving me an unwavering stare, Louise kept my gaze as she took Mike's cock in her mouth. Another sigh from Mike, "Oh God!".
Louise worked on Mike's cock for what must have been a minute. Then she pointed it back in my direction.
"Ron, your turn."
As I once more started to blow Mike, Louise leaned in and started licking his balls. Mike was now quivering. As Louise felt the tremors through Mike's ball sack she urged me to stop. She sat back slightly. I released Mike's cock from my mouth, but I kept a hold of his shaft in my left hand.
"Mike, can I ask you a favor? Can we now do the same for Ron?"
"Sure", Mike panted as he slid to his right to make room for me on the couch.
I sat up on the couch. Mike edged his face near to my groin.
"Oh, Mike?", Louise ventured, "Can I take a picture on my phone of you sucking Ron's cock first? Please?"
Mike told Louise that it was OK. Louise took her phone from the table by the side of the couch. Mike leaned forward and as I felt that warm moist feeling as Mike took me into his mouth I heard the whirring noise on Louise's iPhone as she took a shot from three or four feet away, then moved in for a close-up.
Mike started bobbing his head up and down as he expertly sucked my dick. I heard Louise's phone being put back onto the table. Then watched as she touched Mike's cheek. Mike lifted his mouth from my cock.
I shuddered inside as Louise started to kiss Mike again. I wasn't sure I was fully liking this. It was like I was watching Louise make love to another guy. Not a mechanical fuck, like us losing ourselves in the physical necessity of our animal urges. It was like I was watching Louise cheat on me. Fuck. Like I was being cuckolded. I hadn't felt it so obviously before.
Before I could dwell on my feelings, Louise turned her attention back to my cock. She sucked firmly on the head, opening her mouth to let a warm stream of saliva slide down the length of my shaft. Then she darted her head down to the base of my stem and started licking upwards on the left side of my shaft. Mike immediately focused on the opposite side of my tingling cock. As Louise and Mike moved their tongues upwards, their lips met either side of my glans. It was like a French kiss with my cock sandwiched between Louise and Mike's lips.
After tonguing my cock in time with Mike's licks, Louise finally flicked her head upwards.
"It's time!"
Mike paused and removed his mouth from my cock.
Louise turned to me, making it clear what she wanted to happen next.
"Ron, I'm sorry, but I'm so horny. I need you both in me. NOW. You boys can give me a show later."
Louise then glanced over in Mike's direction.
"Mike, can you sit on the couch please?"
She turned back to me.
"Ron, let Mike get set. In fact, Ron, go to my purse, it's on the kitchen table. There's a tube of lubricant. Get it baby, please?"
I hurried into to the kitchen. I put my hands into Louise's purse and pulled out a thin cardboard box with the word 'Passion' on it. I dug my nails into the lid of the unopened box and extracted a plastic container, like a small liquid soap bottle. Louise had certainly done some preparation. I stepped quickly back into the living room.
Again, my heart skipped a beat. Louise had straddled Mike. Again, both were French kissing, passionately, almost feverishly, like two teens on a first date. It took all my concentration not to react. At least Mike hadn't actually started fucking Louise yet. I could see his hard cock jutting from between Louise's legs.
Louise turned to me.
"Ron, baby, put Mike's cock in my cunny. Let me get good and ready for your cock."
Louise smiled at me.
"Shit, Ron, we're really doing this!"
I squatted down behind Louise. Reaching in I gripped Mike's raging hardon in my right hand. Louise arched back slightly. Her cunt was soaking wet. I really noticed her scent, the smell of her lust. I positioned Mike's cock at Louise's outer pussy lips, then I centered his meat carefully. Louise immediately forced herself downwards, almost catching my fingers as I watched Mike's cock bury itself deeply into my wife's cunt.
Both Louise and Mike let out a simultaneous VERY loud "OH!"
Louise quickly started gyrating her cunt on Mike's pole. I stood clear. Almost in horror. But my aching erect cock spasmed as it got even harder.
I almost ripped the top off of the bottle of lubricant. I squirted the clear liquid directly on to the upper side of my shaft as Louise and Mike started really going for it. Louise was moaning, squealing, she was almost oblivious to me. Mike was issuing animal grunts.
I was hating this. I was loving this. I couldn't reconcile, or even understand this dichotomy. This complete emotional confusion I was experiencing. I decided it was time to act.
I made sure my cock was coated in the slippery gel, then threw the bottle of lubricant, on the coffee table by the side of the couch. I placed the palm of my dry hand, my right, on the base of Louise's spine. She paused her movements.
"Baby, stay still," I managed to murmur, "I'm ready."
Louise twisted her head round to look at me.
I squatted down behind Louise. Not the most comfortable position for me, but I didn't care. I gripped my shaft, and as much as I'd done with the guys I'd ass-fucked since we started this whole crazy shit, I positioned the head of my cock at the entrance to Louise's poop tube. I didn't give Louise any time to react, I just violently thrust my hips forward and slammed the entire length of my rod deep into my wife's asshole.
"FUCK!" Louise almost screamed.
As a sudden feeling of intense pleasure pulsed through my entire body, I lost any vestiges of self-control. I tightly gripped Louise's hips with both of my hands. Then I started slamming my cock in and out of Louise's very tight ass.
Louise instantly started to let out even higher pitched moans. I wasn't sure at first if she was enjoying this. The sad thing was, at this moment in time, I did not give one shit.
As I pumped harder I could feel Mike's cock sliding in and out of Louise's quim. I was now fully in the driving seat. My movements were controlling Louise's, and by default Mike's. Louise's deep breaths told me she was starting to enjoy this.
I was almost in a daze when I heard Mike pant.
"Fuck, Ron, I'm coming, ohhhh, AH!"
As Mike's body stiffened, Louise also started to howl.
Her wordless wails told their own story, Louise was now also coming hard. As the insides of Louise's anus tightened on my cock, I exploded. I almost screamed as I spurted a very large dose of my jizz deep into Louise's insides. Four intense spurts of cum jetted from my cock before my member stopped twitching.
As my orgasm subsided, we all fell still. I moved first, standing back and pulling my cock out of Louise's asshole. I glanced down to see Louise's ass stretched wide and still open. Louise gingerly stood up, Mike's glistening cock appearing as it slipped out from inside my wife's soaking wet cunt.
Louise turned round, then reached out to me and kissed me. Louise spoke quietly.
"Ron, I really didn't expect that to be so good. Thanks, baby. Really, thanks, I mean it."
Louise awkwardly stepped towards our downstairs bathroom. I looked over at Mike.
"Wow, Ron. Wow. That was awesome."
Without really thinking, I sat down next to Mike. I glanced quickly into his eyes and then I put my head down into his lap and eagerly sucked his softening cock. I licked up my wife's cunt juices and the remains of Mike's cum, savoring the taste of both.
Mike then pushed me back slightly, before he returned the compliment. My spent cock tingled as he teased the last of my seed from the tip of my tongue with his lips.
Mike straightened up. Looking me in the eye he leaned in and we started to kiss.
I saw Louise re-enter the room out of the corner of my eye, still wearing her stockings and heels. I pulled my mouth from Mike's lips.
Louise lit a Marlboro, then smiled at Mike and I.
"Guys, there's plenty time for that later. Let's have another drink before we resume."
TO BE CONTINUED