A drink or two.

My freind and I decided to go down to the pub for a few drinks. while we were there I caught up with an old flame and as we were still friendly she joined us and we had a good laugh and a few drinks together. As usual sex raised its head and we were compring experiences. As we had consiumed a few drinks we were doing a little boasting or exaggerating. Judy my old was sitting next to me and her hand was down under the table in my crotch and feeling and getting me hard. She unzipped me and between the two of us we were making it look like we were interested in the conversation, but in fact we were both more interested in what was happening beneath the table. She was stroking me and I loosed my belt so she could get a better grip on me. Then she winked at me and left the table. I was unsure if she was teasing me or what. I was aboutto zip up butshe just went behind me and sort of dissapeared and next thing I know she is under the table and moments later her hand was around my shaft again and then she popped it into her mouth. There were 6 of us at the table, well 5 now, one was under the table and she was giving me absolutely great head.The conversation continued and I sort of went really quiet as I was concentrating on what Judy was doing to me. Nobody seemed to notice Judy wasnt there and I was away with the angels sort of. I suppose she had me in her mouth and giving me wonderful pleasure when I knew I was going to cum. I put my hand on her head and she just nodded to me that she got my message and then I exploded into her mouth. Anybody who has had an orgasm when getting head realises how wonderful it is and one of the guys said gee mate if I didnt know better I would say you were having an orgasm. Everybody laughed and by then I had cum completely and my cock was shrinking fast and I had to discretely close up my pants and belt and zip etc. By the time I did this, as I couldnt be too obvious, Judy was back at the table and somebody said where have you been and she just said sucking a savaloy and everybody laughed again and then she poked her tongue at me. I could see the remnants of my semen still there and she smiled and said quietly, thats just the entre, wait until main course. I knew I was right for the night and i put my hand down and stroked her leg and slowly moved my hand up toward her vagina. She opened her legs enough for me to feel her and she had no pants on so I had full access to her now soaking went cunt. I really wanted to go down and lick her out at the table but it would have been too obvious as she would have to spread her legs too wide and we were close but not enough room to do that unnoticed. She allowed me to continue to finger her and after a whileshe gave me a squeeze and I knew she was close. I looked at her as much as to say do I finish it or not and shenodded and a few minutes later she came with a silent but very visible orgasm. Her friend looked at her and whispered what are you doing and Judy smiled and said fairly audibly - cumming.That stopped the conversation completely as every body heard her,then every body spoke at once. The were astounded and she said quite openly Dave just fingered me off, and I was sitting there sucking my fingers clean of her cum juice. That brought the house down and I had to buy everybody drinks and Judy was the center of attention. She never admitted to sucking me off though and I wasnt going to say a word either. The other girls were amazed and wanted to know everything about how we did it etc and thought it was incredulous that we did it at the table and nobody noticed. The guys all wanted to try it, but the girls all said no as it waould be too obvious now what was happening.

After we all were nicely happy and pretty full we left and walked home. On the way I sat Judy on a wall and had sex with her standing up. Neither of us couldnt wait till we got home.

When I arrived my flatmate and his girlfriend who were at the pub were already into sex in bed and Judy and I went to my room and we started all over again. From the noises in the both rooms we were all going at it like rabbits.

The next morning Judy and I had sex together then went to the bathroom together and showered. A bit later in the morning when everybody was up and about - all naked as we knew each other that well, I was cooking breakfast and the girls started to compare notes on how many and what positions we tried. During breakfast her friend Sally said she wouldnt mindtrying sex with me. She had already told Judy that and Judy saidshe didnt mind as we were not really going together. Sallys boyfriend said well that means I have to try Judy if Judy doesnt object.I am not just going to sit here and watch them - of course I will. We all ended up having a foursome together, and it was a marvellous time having sex here and there with anybody who was available. The girls got together and the two of us watched then have a sexual union between them while we both masturbated ourselves. We couldnt bring our selves to do it to each other as the girls wanted us to.

I have no idea how many timesJudy and Sally got fucked that day as we began drinking as well and between fucking and sucking we had the orgy of our lifetime and when we took the girls home none of us could walk straight from the combination of the beer and the soreness of having sex so often and in so many different positions.

Now I have two girls happy to share me and there is always one available. My flatmate also has a collection of girls who he sleeps with but we havnt managed to talk them into a swap or an orgy yet. It just might happen and Judy and Sally will be the first in line with them if it happens.

The Club

Pretty soon everyone was naked and in their places and ready to go. "Okay ladies, I'd like you to meet tonight's very special guest, may I present to you, Susi!!!" Missy swung open the door to the adjoining room, and much to the stunned delight of everyone there an incredibly beautiful Asian girl in bright red kimono slowly entered the room with her head bowed down! "Oh my gosh!" Audra said softly. "She's just incredible!!!" "Is she Japanese?" Jayne asked in husky voice. "How old is she?" Anna added. "Ladies, ladies," Missy replied gently, "take it easy, we have all evening!" "Her name is Susi, and she is an eighteen year old Japanese girl," Missy explained. Even in her native dress the young woman looked incredibly arousing, so when Missy carefully removed the bright red garment everyone gasped! "Oh fuck!!!" Anna moaned while staring at the cute little Asian. "I'm cumming already! The other two women were also jamming their thick rubber peckers deep inside of their sopping wet pussies and were literally unable to speak! It was Jayne, however, who was the first to notice it when she finally gasped, "My god, look at her, she, I mean he, I mean she has a cock!!!"

"I-I don't believe it!" Audra moaned. "It's so tiny, just like a little boy!" Missy quickly produced a folding chair and had the cute little "girl" sit down facing the group with her legs spread wide apart! With a cock that was barely bigger than a woman's thumb, Susi looked incredibly intoxicating! "Watch this, girls," Missy said softly while reaching down to gently stroke the little organ. With even strokes the women pumped their dildos in and out of their buttery pussies while Missy brought Susi's little pecker to full erection! It was very thin and only two inches long, but none of the women had ever seen any cock that turned them on more! Jayne was particularly taken with the tiny member as she pounded her hot pussy while sucking one of her big hard nipples and staring at the now stiff little hard on! "Who wants to suck it first!?!" Missy asked. Almost in unison three hands shot up while they all shouted, "I do, I do!!!"

They drew straws and Audra was lucky one who drew short! Quickly taking her place between Susi's legs the older woman kissed the head of the little penis before letting is slip easily between her hungry lips! "God, look at her fat ass," Anna moaned, "I just love Audra's ass!!!" "M-me to," Jayne gasped while watching her friend sucking the cute little pecker. "How does it taste?!? Missy asked softly while fingering her own hot cunt. "Mmmm, mmmm," was all Audra could manage as she refused to let the little organ out of her hot mouth! Anna slid off the sofa and literally crawled over to Audra whereupon she began covering the big fat ass with hundreds of sweet little wet kisses! Audra moaned deeply when the old woman finally settled her mouth directly on her bulging pussy lips! "T-that's the way to do it," Jayne panted suck her cunt, "make her cum!!!" For at least a few moments everyone seemed to have forgotten sweet little Susi! That is except for Audra whose whole body shuddered as the little pecker stiffened as it pumped a surprisingly big load of hot spunk into her eager mouth! Her own pussy wrenched hard while Anna's experienced tongue worked its magic on her hot fat clitty! Her fat ass shook like a bowl of Jell-o as her orgasm rumbled through her very needy cunt!

Audra slipped to the floor in a heap, completely shell shocked from the dual assault on her body. Now it was Jayne's turn to experience Susi's cute little body! "Come to mama," Jayne purred while Missy led the wobbly legged Asian over to her. "Now be a good little girl and suck mama's wet pussy!" With her pussy bulging obscenely for all to see, Jayne guided Susi's face to her seat of passion while forcing her labia into the stunned little Asian's mouth! "Ohhhhhhhhhhhh god is that nice!" Jayne sighed while firmly holding Susi's mouth in position. "What a talented mouth she has!!!" Missy dropped down to the floor and slid her head under Susi's crotch and began nursing on the now rapidly stiffening little pecker! Jayne's huge chest heaved up and down like twin mountains as her climax quickly built to the point of bursting while Anna was still lay crumpled in a heap slack jawed while watching her friends having their way with the little transsexual! It was truly amazing that such little "girl" could cause so much excitement! Jayne finally let loose with a low guttural moan from deep in her belly as her climax washed over her trembling body! Then for the first time, Susi gasped and moaned as her little pecker spasmed hard, filling Missy's mouth with a shot of white hot jizzm!!! Seeing that Missy was the only one yet to cum, Anna crawled over and shoved a thick dildo into the unsuspecting woman's hot cunt, bringing her to a swift and stunning climax of her own! For the next five minutes no one said a word! All that could be heard was the loud breathing of four very satisfied women and one hot little Asian trollop!!!

Jayne was the first one to speak, and in a very subdued voice asked Susi, "Do you have a girlfriend?" "Mmmmm, yes," she replied softly. "Is she like you, I mean does she have a cock?" Jayne pressed on. "Oh, noooooo," Susi giggled, "she has a very cute little pussy." "Do you fuck her?" With her voice becoming increasingly labored the little Asian replied thickly, "Y-yes, every night, I fuck her then she sucks me!" Does she like your cute little pecker?" Audra piped up while fingering her hot slit. "Oh god yes," Susi panted while taking her prick into her hand, "she loves sucking me off!" Do you ever suck other men?" Anna asked as eight inches of hard rubber disappeared into her hot pussy. "S-sometimes," Susi stammered, "once Valerie, she's my room mate, brought home her boss, he had a huge cock!" "Oh god," Jayne moaned. "Did you suck him off?!?" "Yessssssssss," the little Asian hissed, "but only after he fucked Valerie's tight little pussy!!!" By now everyone was furiously fingering their pussies while the hot mouthed little trans fisted her hard little cock! As if reading their minds, Susi stood up in the middle of the room and jerked her little pecker in a wanton display of sexual pleasure! Fingers were now flying in and out of gaping slits while the four drooling women brought themselves to stunning climaxes just as the little Asian slut emptied her tight nut bag for the last time!!!

"So" Missy asked softly after Susi had gone home, "how did you like my special treat!?!" All the women sighed together while Audra replied for the group, "She was good enough to eat, and that's all that needs saying!!!"

THE END

On Her Conditions by Ale Stone

I had been nagging my wife of nearly five years to be more adventurous in her sex-life
but so far she had resisted every attempt from my side to get her into a threesome with
another man and a video camera. Then finally one day she almost agreed.

"You know if, and I repeat if, I would ever agree to anything like that it would be on
*my* conditions."

"Of course darling," I said, my heart pounding when I sensed this crack in her
resistance. "So? Will you?"

"I don't know. We'll have to see, wont we?"

Our fifth anniversary was approaching and I made reservations on a very nice restaurant
and bought tickets to a show before that.

The night came and we went to the theater first and after that we went to the
restaurant. So far she had been happy with the evening and when we arrived at the
restaurant she almost jumped with joy. It was the most popular place in town.

"Oh darling! How did you manage?!"

"Hard work and stamina," I laughed pleased by her response to my big surprise.

We were ushered to our table a bill changed owner before that and we got a very nice
table and a waiter almost at once. I ordered drinks while we studied the menu and the
wine-list and when the waiter came with our drinks I gave him our order.

We had a very pleasant evening and we walked home hand in hand and when we lay in bed
together after a sweet lovemaking session she turned to me and gave me a soft kiss on
the lips.

"Thank you for a perfect evening, darling."

"You're welcome."

"Did you enjoy it too?"

"Oh yes. It was almost perfect for me as well."

"Almost?"

"Yes. You know how I would have liked to end the evening."

"Oh."

She was quiet for a while.

"OK. If that is what you want. But remember, it's on *my* conditions and you may not
like them."

There was a clear warning in her voice but I chose to ignore it because inside I was
shouting 'YES!!!'.

"Do you have anyone particular in mind? To share your wife with, I mean."

"No. Do you?"

"I might have, let me think about it for a day or two. Oh?" she giggled when I rolled
on top of her and without any preliminaries sank my re-hardened cock in her wet, sloppy
cunt. I fantasized that it was another man's deposited sperm that squelched around my
intruding cock.

Chris appreciated the second giving and reached another orgasm before we fell asleep,
me dreaming of times to cum!

I didn't want to press my wife on the subject of three-somes now that she had agreed to
participate in one so I let her reach her decision in her own time. Her own time
happened to be two weeks later when we had invited an old friend, newly divorced over
for dinner and a video.

"I've made up my mind," Chris stated while we were dressing.

"Oh? You have?" I wondered what she was on about. "OH! You have! Who? When?"

"Tonight and John."

"John? Why John?"

"Remember, it's on my conditions."

"Sorry, John's fine by me."

And he was. It was as I've said an old friend of mine who also have become a friend of
Chris' and we have spent many nights with him drinking ourselves silly and this night
wouldn't be any different except for one, not little, exception, my wife was going to
fuck our friend!

I had to rearrange things in my pants when I went and opened the door for John and let
him in.

As usual when John was a guest of ours the booze ran freely and soon we were all three
a little round under our heals and we had a very nice time together. When John went to
the bathroom Chris looked at me.

"Do you still want to go through with this?" she asked me.

"Yes, darling," I said and gave her a kiss.

"Good, then I have a surprise waiting for you in the bedroom. I think you've better
look at it before you let someone else fuck your wife," she whispered as John
approached again.

I excused myself and went up to our bedroom, curious of what Chris's surprise was. When
I came into the bedroom I looked around but couldn't see anything unusual there that
would count as a surprise.

Then suddenly my eyes fell on my bedside-table. A box. I recognized that box. It was...
It was Chris diaphragm!

Hastily I went over and opened the box, inside it lay her contraceptive! She was going
to fuck John without any protection! That was her condition!

I sank down on the bed and slowly put the box back on the bedside table and sat there
looking at the "rubber-lock". If this was her condition I had two choices. Let her fuck
another man with the risk of getting pregnant by him or go down and call the whole
thing off.

Suddenly I noticed something. My cock was harder than it had been since we started
dating in our school-years! I wanted this! I wanted the risk! My cock wanted her to
fuck another man without protection but mind was in a turmoil! Did I want that? Could I
allow it? Could I risk it?

I had to count backwards to try to find out when her last period had been. Two weeks
ago? that meant that she was on her peek of fertility today!

Slowly I stood and went down to my wife and my friend. Still I hadn't made up my mind
but as soon as I saw Chris and she looked at me with her eyebrows crooked I knew that I
wanted it to happen so I just smiled at her and blew her a kiss. The look at her face
was almost worth it! Surprise! Fear! She had calculated on the fact that I would call
the whole thing off when I realized what her conditions were!

Then suddenly she gave me a lewd wink and turned to John.

"Have you ever been in a three-some, John?" she asked.

"Wh-what?! N-noo."

"Would you like to be in one?"

"With you and... and..."

"Yes! Would you?"

"Are you sure?"

"Oh yes! Why waste any more time? Let's go... to bed!"

Chris left us staring at her swaying hips as she walked up the stairs.

"Are you sure?" John asked me and when I just nodded my head he followed my wife to our
bedroom with me on his heals.

Chris sat in front of her mirror and took of her earrings when we entered and she
looked at us in the mirror.

"So, you want to join me?"

"Yes," we both answered.

She laughed a little nervous laugh and stood in front of us while she unbuttoned her
blouse and skirt and just let them fall on the floor. She had a bra on, not that she
needed one, but even tonight when she was to be adventurous she had put it on out of
sheer modesty!

There wasn't any shyness when she let it fall away from her pert little breasts though.
The two pink nipples pointed at us encircled by two aureolaes with almost the same
color. While we looked at them they hardened a little and little bumps flowered on them
as well as on the aureolaes.

When she bent down to slide her panties down her little breast almost didn't move. She
stood again and put her hairy cunt on display for us for a short while before she
turned her back at us and went over to the bed and lay down on it giving us ample time
to admire the curvy hips and ass-cheeks.

"Well?" she asked impatiently and John started to undress while I hastily fetch the
video-camera and put it on the bed-stand while I too shed my clothes.

When I was naked John was already laying by Chris' side and had started to fondle that
of her little breasts that was nearest to him and while I zoomed in on his hand he
dipped his head down and sucked the stiff little nipple into his mouth.

I pointed the lens at Chris' face just in time to catch her slowly closing her eyes.
Her breasts are very sensitive and by kissing them you start the love-juices flowing
and I knew by first hand experience that the thick hair around her cuntal entrance
would soon be matted and wet.

Chris hands moved down and stroked John over the hair while he shifted from one tit to
the other and his hand started to stray down her stomach searching for her cunt. My
wife's cunt!

Johns moaned around a nipple when he found the wet opening and a finger sank into it,
testing it for depth and wetness. The finger, now wet, came out and found the hard
little nub on the top of my wife's slit, circled around it and Chris' hips began to
move a little. Soon she would be ready for penetration!

I didn't have to wait long. Chris legs drifted further apart and when John noticed that
he rolled on top of her and she took his cock in her hand and put it on the right place
so all John had to do was to sink his hips and that was almost unnecessary as well
because my wife's hips shot up as soon as our the tip of our friend's cock touched her
pussylips and he sank into her and by the force of his own downward thrust he was half-
buried in my wife's cunt quicker than a blink of the eye.

Chris wailed surprised with the deepness of the first penetrating thrust into her not
fully expanded cunt but the wail soon changed to a content murmur as John's hips
started to move up and down and hers met them in perfect sync. It was as if they had
fucked before! I knew that they hadn't but I must admit that they seemed to be a
perfect fuck-couple.

I don't know how long it had been since John got any pussy the last time but judging by
the short fuck it must have been a very long time ago.

I saw his ass-cheeks clench and he bored down and deeper into my wife's cunt as he
started to shoot his potent sperm in my wife's fertile and unprotected womb!

"Ooooohhhh!!! Yeesss!!! Give me that! Give it to me!! Yes! Yes! Yes!" Chris yelled as
John's hot sperm washed the walls of her pussy.

I hardly gave John time to regain his breath before I pushed him on his shoulders and
when he rolled down on the bed beside my wife I gave him the camera.

"Here. You take this while I take my wife."

He gave me a faint smile and took the, still running, camera and pointed it at Chris'
cunt which I bet stood open, glistening with the combined deposits of herself and her
second lover.

"No. I think I'll take my husband instead," Chris giggled as she rolled me over on my
back, straddled me and sank her pussy down over my stiff cock.

'This was heaven,' I thought when I felt the sloppy cunt engulf my cock slurping as she
sank down, slurping with her lovers sperm!


"We can always hope that we fool the nasty little bastards to swim the wrong way, can't
we," she said ass she started to ride me.

"Oh my god!" I heard John say out loud and when I looked at him I saw that he had
noticed the open box containing my wife's diaphragm laying beside the bed. I had
forgotten to close it when I went down to join them again. "You don't mean that Chris'
don't have... Isn't protected?!"

"No. I'm not! isn't it nicer this way?" my wife asked giggling as a naughty schoolgirl.

What I saw next I never thought that I would ever see. Another mans cock jump up to
full erection almost as fast as mine had when I realized that my wife was going to fuck
another man! Almost but not quite as fast.

I saw that John looked around the room and when he drew a little table to beside the
bed and put the camera on it, looked in the view-finder to make sure that it pointed in
the right direction, and climbed up behind Chris, pressing my legs apart, and lay his
cock in the cleft between my wife's ass-cheeks. When she felt the length laying there
she sank down on me pushing her ass higher up in the air and the slick cock slid along
the cleft and Chris murmured content as she felt two cocks at the same time.

She stiffened when John pushed his cock down, letting it press against her ass-hole.
Was he going to put it in her ass? Yes he was!

I could feel his cock through the thin membrane between my wife's cunt and her ass!
Rubbing against my hard-on while I slowly pumped her in short strokes her position
didn't allow me to move much and she had almost turned into stone when John got his
cock inside her from behind. The only thing telling that she was alive was her harsh
breathing and the hard cramps that rushed all around my cock.

"Oh my god, she's cuming so hard that... that... Oh! I'm cuming to-o-!" I moaned as my
first load of sperm shot out of my cock with such force that it must have pushed John's
seamen away while mine rushed up my wife's tube!

I lay there perfectly still, feeling my wife squeeze my cock while she seemed to be in
an constant orgasm and my friend's cock rubbed the length of mine as he pumped deeper
and deeper in my wife's ass. He had taken a virgin hole! She had never allowed me to
fuck her there! And I'm sure that she wouldn't have let John push his dick in her ass
if she had had any forewarning that he would do so. But as it was she liked it! Loved
it! And she came constantly!

"Ahhh," she moaned. "I'mmmmm, oh, yes, oh I'm cuming! Oh yes, more so... Yessss! Oh
yes! Pump me full! Give me a baby! YES! Fuck meeee!"

I was in total shock. My modest wife bursting out in such languish! Impaled on two
cocks! I just hoped the camera was catching this!

"Oh! I'm cuming!" John shouted and he pushed his cock as deep as he could in my wife's
ass while I did the same in her cunt and while her pussy rippled and squeezed my cock I
shot a load of semen inside her that I almost could hear wash the walls of her womb
like a wave.

I threw my head back and moaned in unison with my wife. Her head hanging down and I
could see that she drooled while her mouth was wide open and her breath came in harsh
gasps.

John stood behind her with his body arched and his dick as an arrow in the middle of
the target, my wife's stretched ass-hole!

Finally Chris just slumped down on the bed making to cock make a slurping sound as they
slid out of her.

"Oh my... Was that something!" she panted and when I looked at her I saw beads of sweat
on her forehead and upper lip and drool drying on her chin. "Are you satisfied?" she
lifted her head a little and looked at me.

"Oh no. Just re-loading," I smiled and she giggled a little.

"Mmm, me too," John agreed. "I've got to wash my... hum, dick, though, so if you excuse
me for a while."

He stood and without any false modesty strode naked into the bathroom and soon we could
hear the water running and soon thereafter he came back and lay by Chri's other side.
He cupped a hand over her breast and idly played with the nipple.

"OK, anyone volunteering to make sure he's a father?" Chris whispered hoarsly.

"Me!" John and I said in unison.

Pussy Attack

When we got to his home, he took off his jacket and led me to the living room. I looked around and thought to myself, Wouldn't this be a nice place to fuck? And the next thing I know, Carlos grabs me and French kisses me. He then starts pulling down my miniskirt and unbuttoning my shirt. I undress him too. Then, still, kissing me, he brings me upstairs to his bedroom and pulls down my panties. He gave me a shock when he put his fingers between my legs. It felt good. I pulled his boxers off, feeling his pleasure pole. It was hard as hell. All of a sudden, I feel his hands unhooking my bra. When my bra fell off, he squeezed my tits. My nipples got hard like a rock. He pushed me on the bed and put his dick in my pussy. Immediately, I felt pain like I never felt before. But as soon as it started, it stopped. Then, slowly, he pushed up and down in a rhythmic motion. Soon after, I copied his movements. Then he got faster and faster. I started to scream with pleasure. "You're sexy when you fuck." He said. He licked my nipples and fucked me harder and harder. Soon, we both came on the bed. I never knew what an orgasm felt like. Now that I knew, I liked it and I wanted more. So we fucked for five hours with no break. By the time we were finished, I had had five orgasms. For the finale, I sucked his cock, deep-throat. He came in my mouth. It tasted so good.

So here is the end of the story. After that, I fucked him for up to nine hours a day. By the time I was twenty, I had three kids. But hell, I am sure not gonna wear a condom. I want the real thing. Now, I'm a pornstar and I'm making thousands a year. Everybody loves to see me fuck on cam. Wouldn't you?

Provocation

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The Backstory

“I like to watch,” my girlfriend Elle said and stuck her chin up and out like she always does when she feels like she wants to challenge me or flirt with me or both.

“I’d like to watch you with another man,” she said to me her chin still up, her eyes going all sparkly. We were, I recall, making a late breakfast. Elle held a cantaloupe in her hand. I held a mug of coffee in mine. Elle’s chin jutting and her assertion, “I’d like to watch”; that was how it started.

It wasn’t like I hadn’t been with a guy before; it was just that I hadn’t been with one recently. Elle knew my history—the late nights of heavy drinking and minor drugging with my college theatre group that would inevitably devolve into the splintering couples of various configurations and sexes, each of us pairing—or sometimes tripling— with another and traipsing off all tipply into the night.

She knew that I’d been manhandled, that I’d done some manhandling, and that I liked it. She knew too that I hadn’t done it in a long time, not since leaving university and getting this straight job and this straight life and this straight relationship.

It wasn’t like I’d missed it—the scruff of beard, the rough of lips, the hard body, the hard cock—it wasn’t like I’d missed it. But when Elle lifted her chin and said something, I realized it wasn’t like I hadn’t missed it either.

The odd thing is this: as easily as the idea got planted by Elle, it was harder than I’d expected to find a guy. My college theatre group had grown up, gone straight and narrow—or gay and narrow—gone some way or another, just as I had. Plus, even with the ones I still talked to, the dynamic was gone, that glamour of youth had lifted and the Puckish magic that made it possible for us to shift shapes had drifted like a dream.

I realized that it would have to be a stranger, then; it would have to be a strange man who I’d fuck. And that felt weird to me. I’d always only been with men I’d known, guys who were mates well before we’d mated. Guys whose girlfriends I knew, whose voices were already familiar. I knew what their apartments looked like, what kind of underwear they favored. I’d crashed on their couches long before I’d ever fucked them in their messy college flats, trying to keep from banging furniture and waking roommates.

I’d never fucked a guy I didn’t know before. I don’t think I would have done it without Elle whispering sweet naughty nothings in my ear.

“I want to watch your face as you come with your cock down another man’s throat,” she said, gutter-talking below me, her hands on my hips, pulling them faster and harder toward her wide-spread thighs, my cock sliding in and out of her pussy.

“I want to see you fuck a man like this,” she’d say over her shoulder to me, her black hair pooling on her white shoulders like dark water.

“What about that guy?” she’d ask, pointing across the bar to a whip-skinny hipster in an ironic tee-shirt. “Too thin?” Elle would ask. “Then how about that one?” she said and pointed to a slightly grizzled Goldfinger-era Sean Connery type.

At Elle’s urging I started to see the world as a walking man buffet. Some of that, please, that slick Asian in the minimalist designer suit. Some of that, that man-sweaty construction worker with the tight shirt and loose jeans. I found I’d be standing in a market queue and I’d be undressing the man ahead of me. I’d see his ass naked; I’d see his cock spring free of his jeans; I’d see it go boing! and I’d feel its live weight in my hands.

I wanted him, whoever he happened to be. I just couldn’t seem to meet him.

I signed up for an dating services. I’d put up a profile and then I’d taken it down. I’d post pictures that Elle took of me: one showed my chest, mostly denuded of hair and slim with my swimmer’s muscles. Another of my cock tenting my boxers. Another of me lying prone on my sex-rumpled bed, my ass gleaming white against the sheets. All of them struck me as simultaneously goofy and hot. I tried to resist the narcissist song, but I had to admit when I looked at them that I’d fuck me.

Like my profiles, I’d post the pictures and take them down. I just couldn’t commit to the hot-and-cold running desperation-slash-excitation of the online dating thing. Elle would ask me if I saw anyone I’d liked, if I’d emailed, chatted, something. I looked, I told her, but I couldn’t. Online dating wasn’t for me.

But Elle’s urging, and her susurrations all demon-like in my ear while we were fucking in my big white bed, drove me. To be honest, I hadn’t realized I’d wanted to fuck a man until Elle gave me the permission to want it. And with all of her gentle orgasmic urging, my imagination was in overdrive. Which is exactly as Elle wanted it.

“I want to see your hand like this,” she whispered and gazed at her own hand wrapped tight around the shaft of my cock. “I want to see your mouth like this,” she said and took the tip of my cock between her opened lips.

I considered going to a gay bar. I’d been, of course, with friends—I like the energy of gay bars. Sticky with alcohol and sex, they’re practically humming with testosterone. I considered going to one not as a tourist but as a trepidacious native. I walked the street in front of one, and I found I could not enter.

And still…Elle’s voice, her slender-fingered hands on my cock, my image in the mirror obscuring her body, her voice hushed and husky h in my ear behind me. “Imagine my hands were rough,” she said, “imagine you could feel my cock pressing into your back.” I did, I could.

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” she asked.

Yes, I said,.

Then, just when I felt myself caught between the Scylla of my desire and the Charybdis of my reluctance, I met Guy, or to be more strictly correct, Guy met me.

It was at a party, a gathering, a work affair. Guy didn’t work with me—he was a peripheral client. The advertising company I wrote for had some celebration for some big account and there was Brazilian barbeque and there were free-flowing mojitos and there was Guy.

He was a few years younger than I, very cool in his expensive jeans and jacket. He had creative facial hair and a top-of-the-line PDA that kept buzzing, ignored, in his pocket. He looked at ease. Me, I’m equally uncomfortable in a group and alone. Not Guy. He was confident.

Somehow we ended up talking, somehow we had a lot in common. Somehow I kept on looking at his tongue when he laughed. He had this habit of sticking it out between this teeth just as his eyes slitted with laughter. Somehow we exchanged numbers.

Somehow, it escaped me until I told Elle about it later that Guy was hitting on me.

The sound of his voice stayed with me, so did the vision of his triangular tongue between his full lips. When Elle, her saliva-slick finger circling the “O” of my anus, asked me how I’d like to feel a man’s cock, I thought of Guy, his pointy tongue, his pervert’s mouth, his expensive jeans, and said I’d like that very much.

Why, you might ask, would it surprise me that Guy texted me about a week later? Why, you might ask, what with all of my mind’s man-made fantasies, and all of the very twinkly conversation bouncing between me and Guy that night at the company party, why would I be surprised that I was meeting him for a drink one evening?

Why, you might ask, given the months of preparation and conversation and half-hearted but full-cocked plotting, would I be surprised that it actually happened? That I invited Guy to my apartment. That Guy accepted my invitation. That when he entered the door, Elle hid comfortable on a chair behind the slatted doors of my closet. That Guy took my hand in his when I gave him his second glass of scotch.

That Guy pulled my face close to his with his free hand and pressed his pervert’s mouth on mine. That we abandoned our glasses full of scotch and that we entered my bedroom together. Why, you might ask, would I be surprised?

Because I always am when I get what I want. I lack Guy’s—and Elle’s—unshakeable confidence.

I wanted it, and I hoped for it, but I was still surprised when Guy, his mouth still on mine, started peeling my tee-shirt from my body. “I have a girlfriend,” I said to him between kisses.

“I know,” said Guy. “I asked.” He palmed the back of my head, prised my mouth open under his mouth and swirled his pointy tongue against mine.

His scruff caught in mine. His smell mirrored mine. His cock strained against his jeans, as mine pressed for release against mine. His hands ran up and down my body, feeling my flesh, as mine groped his. It all returned, that feeling of a man—that hard and sinewy verisimilitude, that sharp musk, that same but different.

Guy stopped and pulled away. He looked at me, unbuckled his belt, popped one button after the next on his jeans, kicked off his loafers, and let his jeans fall into a puddle on the floor.

“Your turn,” he said, stepping naked and glorious as Michelangelo’s David out of his puddled overpriced jeans.

I untied the drawstring of my linen pants, unzipped, and let them and my boxers drop to the floor. My hard cock curved up toward my navel. Just a couple of feet away from me, I could see that Guy’s did too.

Guy ran a finger across my abdomen, turned away and laid himself on the bed so that his head dropped off the edge. I looked at him, his face upside down; we laughed. He told me to come closer. I did what he told me to.

You know, the weird thing was that it didn’t feel weird. I mean, it did and it didn’t. Because, let’s fact it, it was weird. There I was naked with my first man in over a decade, my girlfriend of a couple of years hiding in the closet watching us, and my cock quivering at this guy I’d met at a company party just a week or so ago. Weird. And yet not.

Guy reached out his hand; he took me by the head of my cock; he pulled me closer, and he put the head of my cock in his mouth. His mouth felt like a man’s—something about the pressure or the lips—I don’t know what it is, exactly, but a man’s mouth is never like a woman’s mouth. But a mouth is a mouth, so maybe it was just that I could see his body lean, almond-colored and masculine, laid out on my bed. His pecs jumping under his thin skin as he reached up both hands to guide my cock more deeply into his throat. His cock a bit thicker than mine pointing up towards me, tempting me.

I could feel that Guy’s head was completely off the bed, his hair brushing against my thighs, my cock deeply down his throat, my knees bent with the pleasure and the angle. It felt good, but how could I not feel like I was performing? Guy had unwittingly lined us up perfectly parallel to the closet where Elle was hiding. It was all I could do not to look at those nearly closed slatted doors; it was all I could do not to strain to hear Elle’s rustle over the slurping of Guy’s mouth on my cock.

The weirdness of the tableau, can you see it? My girlfriend seated in the closet, this strange and beautiful man on my bed, my cock down his throat, my secret awareness, and the exquisite pleasure of it all.

It kind of hit me, and sooner than I wanted, I felt that yearning burning of coming start to shoot from my balls up through my cock, but I didn’t want it, not yet. I pulled my cock out of Guy’s open throat with an audible pop! and bent forward. One hand on either side of Guy’s hips, I lowered my lips to his cock.

A tiny drop of pre-come stood beaded on its tip, and I licked it up. I swirled my tongue around the pulsing tip. I suckled on its velvet hardness, savored its mouthfeel, the porpoise-boiled-egg springy resiliency, the tiny pucker of rough skin below the head, the tiny-baby-bird mouth of its slit at the top. I let Guy’s wide cock slide into my mouth slowly and deliciously, taking it a millimeter at a time into my mouth like it was some delicate comestible. Fine chocolate. Truffles. Foie gras.

All the time, I knew that Elle was watching.

I heard Guy breathing and moaning behind me. I felt his hips writhing against my mouth. I felt him take my ass in his hands, and I felt him pull my cock into his mouth. His mouth on my cock felt like mine on his, his cock in my mouth felt like mine in his. His crazy-keening burn rolling up his cock from balls to tip was like mine. His hips pushing up toward my mouth pushed like mine. I felt Guy’s balls press high and tight into my nose, and this vertiginous circular pleasure rolled over me.

A hand on my mouth pulled me off Guy’s cock. “Stop,” he said, “or I’m going to come.” He pushed me off him and rolled over on the bed. He reached up and took my hand and spit into it, a long pearly strand of blow-job saliva. Splayed on the bed, he put my spit-covered hand on his cock. I rubbed the tip.

Guy spit in his hand and rubbed my cock’s tip. I kneeled above him, Guy below me, one of his legs between mine, one of my knees between his legs, each of us with a cock in our hand, the closet doors, slightly ajar and hiding my girlfriend as in a French farce, right in front of me.

I paused, turned and grabbed a bottle of lube from the table next to my bed. I squirted some into Guy’s hand and some into my own. Squirt. Squirt. Two hands. Two cocks, twins, hard and pressing against one another.

His hand felt like my hand, but not. It felt strong and hard, and it rubbed knowlingly, pausing and pressing, holding and pulling, drawing my cock away from my body at a pleasant angle. His cock in my hand felt like mine and it didn’t. I tried to listen to his breathing, to get his eyes to narrow in pleasure, to bring him closer to off.

Guy’s other hand rose to cup my balls, one finger pressed against my asshole, insinuating itself gently into my ass, burrowing. As I rubbed his cock faster and harder, I lost myself, lost the closet doors, lost the watching Elle, lost it all as I pushed myself onto Guy’s finger. I lost myself in his capable hands. I lost it, lost it all, lost it to pleasure, lost myself and lost control, lost in the swell and break of the pump-pump-pump of my pulse and the keening burn up and out of my cock.

Lost, I covered Guy’s belly with a white baker’s glaze of come. And Guy, watching me come, feeling my cock contract under his hands and my asshole around his finger, watching and feeling me come, came too, so as my orgasm’s meteoric rise subsided, his crescendoed. Like two well-timed fountains we came, first me and then him, shooting twin white streams of come.

And then, what? We kissed. I got a towel. We joked, said something banal. He dressed. I saw him to the door. We said we’d do it again. Post-coital platitudes. Hail, fellow, well met, that kind of thing.

The door shut behind Guy. In the narrow hall, I turned, and there was Elle, eyes blazing, face luminous, naked and white. She palmed my quiet cock, restive under my drawstring pants, and she said feverishly, “Fuck me now.”

How could I not? She was hot, wet-hot and waiting. She had been waiting for this, she said. She had wanted this, she said, she had thought of it. She had dreamt of it, fucking me after I had been fucked. She said she’d sat in the closet, her hand in her pussy, and she had watched. She had come, she said, she hoped she had been quiet.

I assured her she had been. She untied my pants, she slid them to the floor, she fumbled feverish.

She held my cock and she kissed my neck, biting it. She slipped her hands, more delicate than I’d ever remembered them feeling, around and under my cock;she tugged at my balls and she pulled at my cock and I felt it get hard.

“You were so fucking beautiful,” she said in my ear and she pulled me against her, flattening her back against the wall. Elle slid down the wall, her hands holding me like the clenched fingers of a drowning person. We fell to the floor.

She told me to fuck her. What choice did I have? What choice did I want? I slid my cock into her pussy like a hot knife into ice cream. I could feel her in, under and around me. She felt impossibly wet, impossibly swollen, impossibly open.

Elle’s hands gripped my hips, the same spot that Guy had touched just a little while ago. Her hands urged me on. Faster, her hands said, harder. More. The floor hard below my knees, Elle was soft under my body. Her hips rose to meet mine, again, again, more, and harder.

I could hear her begin to keen, that low mongrel-song that announced her coming. Her fingers dug into my ass with her urgency; she was below me, but she was fucking me, her hips bucking, hungry below me.

“Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me,” Elle intoned aimlessly in my ear, and so I did. She opened around me, she flowered, she flowed, she burst and she sang a long string of meaningless vowels into the echoing hallway.

And in her song, I joined, letting loose as I could with someone I knew, someone I loved, someone who was different from me, but someone with whom I could share so much.

It’s a gift she gave me, you see. She knew what I wanted. She put a word to it, and she gave me permission. I thought I was doing it for her, that sloppy seduction of Guy. But I was doing it for me, you know what I mean?

So that’s the backstory, how Elle and I started experimenting, how we really came to know each other. It began with Guy. Yes, Guy was the first.

And you? Are you interested?

Would you like to be next?