Eric gets up to refresh Tori's and my drinks at their tropical-themed get-together. “Mas Piñas Coladas?”
“Did he just say, ‘penis coladas?’" giggles Tori, Eric’s devoted (and hot) wife, throwing me a wink.
"Call them what you will," replies Eric breezily as he pours. On this warm summer day, I can't get enough of this milky beverage that he has made with freshly squeezed pineapple juice and some quality dark rum. As for the third ingredient ...
"They are really tasty," I contribute, "but when you put it that way, I wonder where the white creamy liquid came from."
“It’s creamy," he retorts, grabbing his crotch. "And it comes from nuts."
"I’d love a demo later," I flirt, staring at his shorts-bulge. "How many more of these ... uh, nut-based beverages ... can you feed me tonight?”
"I can squeeze out at least two more nut-sourced beverages for you," he says with a grin. "Maybe three, if I'm properly motivated."
"Are you boys going to make nut and dick jokes all night?" scoffs Tori, feigning disgust as might be expected at a typical backyard pool gathering. But while this is a backyard pool gathering, it is not typical. Tori and Eric have invited me over to thank me for my recent role in hooking Eric up with my best friend Rick. Rick and I have discovered the glories of man-on-man sex only recently, but he and Eric have secretly lusted after each other for years. It was when torrid Tori seduced me a few days ago, learning in the process that Rick and I had become intimate, that she and I got to talking about Rick’s and Eric’s mutual admiration and engineered a hot hookup.
The ground rules for tonight, as previously shared by Tori, dictate that we avoid physical contact until after dessert, but there is no proscription against dirty talk. “No, after dessert I want to switch from dick jokes to dick pokes," Eric swaggers. Fortunately, no one makes any lame jokes about getting lei'ed. Even though we're going to.
We are munching on the kebabs Eric has grilled up, festooned with alternating chunks of perfectly seared pork, pineapple chunks, onion and bell pepper. At one point, Tori takes two skewers from her plate and provocatively wraps her lips around both.
"Craving two pork swords at once, babe?” suggests Eric.
"Eventually," she giggles, offering them to us. "But first I want to see you two duel."
We each take one, declaring “en garde,” and clashing them against each other like swords, thrusting and parrying. We each luridly wrap our lips around the end of other’s pork before taking a bite, chewing for a moment and demonstratively swallowing. Tori murmurs her approval, knowing our actual meats will be in each other’s mouths before long.
Of course, dessert must first be served. Eric disappears to the kitchen and returns with a Key Lime pie he has made, authentically lacking the obnoxious green food coloring some people use. He also has changed from the shorts and Hawaiian shirt he was wearing into a hibiscus-print bikini that matches the one Tori already has on. The bottom barely contains his erection.
“I’m not sure what bananas have to do with Key Lime pie,” I joke, staring at the bikini bulge.
“Banana cream will be the after-dessert dessert, Joe,” Eric breathes hotly in my ear before giving it a lurid lick. This must violate the no-contact rule, but Tori is too rapt at seeing her husband do this to call it out.
"Mmm, great work, Eric," purrs Tori, taking a swipe at some of the whipped cream on her slice with her finger and then offering it for him to lick it off. "I've waited a long time for you to finally develop a taste for the creamy and not just the tangy." She pulls off her bikini top, smearing yellow-green pie filling across one curvy tit and whipped cream on the other. "How about you, Joe? You already seem to like both the tangy and the creamy. Care for some of each?"
Evidently, we are a go for contact. I lick each breast clean, comparing and contrasting the flavors. "Oh, I always enjoy both. even if being with Rick puts me officially in Camp Creamy,” making the double-entendre more literal and bringing a broad smile to Tori's face. “What matters most, though,” I continue, squeezing one breast firmly, “is having a solid base, like the crust on that pie, or my longtime friendship with Rick, or these impossibly succulent boobs."
Eric, who I'm aware has a hotwife fetish, is all grins. "Pretty fucking hot, isn't she?"
"You're a lucky man, Eric. I could go at it with your hot wife all night long."
“Mmmmmmmm, Joe, I would like that,” she hums in appreciation.
"I'd like to watch you fuck her all night too." Eric has come up behind me and is now sucking on my neck. "But first, you will have to go through me to get to her."
"Mmm, good idea." I turn and mash our mouths together. I start kissing and sucking on his neck, my hand reaching behind him to undo the bikini top and bare his chest, asking, “Is it okay if I touch your breasts?” as if he were a woman.
"Yes, Joe, I would love for you to touch me," Eric says almost femininely, backing away to gaze into my eyes before resuming the kiss. Compared with the urgent and intense way Rick and I usually kiss, Eric's lips press against mine more gently, his tongue dancing with mine tenderly as if I were actually kissing a woman. Make no mistake, though, that I am kissing a man, given Eric’s rougher lips, lack of tits and strong manly arms embracing me. The mix of familiar-feminine and new-masculine is intoxicating. Of course, the rum in the Coladas may be contributing.
Meanwhile, Tori has taken off my shirt. She kisses and sucks on the back of my neck, her sticky nipples tickling my back while Eric gnaws on my chest. My nips aren’t particularly sensitive, but the sensation is pleasant enough. Next, they each lift an arm and start licking my armpits, running their tongues through the hairs. Well, that’s different. But It’s not unpleasant and it turns them on, so I allow it.
Tori pulls down my shorts. Lowering the one arm, I reach inside Eric's bikini bottom and pop out his pecker, revealing one almost exactly the same girth, modest length and glans cut as my own.
"Wow, it's true," he and I both stammer, looking down at our matching rods. Eric and I have not been together before, but Rick has been with both of us and so has Tori. Both have reported that Eric's cock and mine are remarkably similar.
"You guys are practically boner bros," snickers Tori.
"Meat musketeers?" parries Eric, sparking his sword against mine.
"We are total dick doubles!" I exclaim.
“I’m going to want you to fuck me with that stunt-double dick in a minute, Joe," coos Tori as I gently massage each other's penises. "But first, you two need to show me how hot you are for each other." Electricity courses between us men as she uses her warm hands to holds our members together. She instructs Eric to lie down on the double chaise on their pool deck. "Joe, Eric loves having his toes sucked. Will you suck his toes and show us how you will suck his cock after you fuck me?"
Rick has already coached me that Eric worshipped his feet during their hookup, so I find this less surprising than having my pits licked. As long as they aren't into pain or humiliation or domination, I can indulge this hot couple in a few mild kinks. After a painful midlife divorce in which multiple doors slammed shut on me without warning, I'm seeing new doors open and experiencing a resurgence in my social and sex life. It's up to me to walk through them.
Already far beyond my traditional boundaries by getting sexual with Rick, I'm happy to flex further to establish an additional bond with these two. Besides giving me access to fuck hot Tori on occasion, with or without Eric present, it opens the possibilities of daisy chaining, all-male spitroasting and numerous other outrageously gay acts that require three horny men to pull off.
My mind boggling at all of these prospects, I eagerly kneel in front of the chaise, gamely giving my best shot at a simulated blowjob on another man's ... uh, hairy toe. Okay, yeah, this is a little odd, but no one said passing through these newly opened doors wouldn’t exact a small toll.
Tori kneels behind me in turn, examining my feet. "Good God, even you boys's feet look alike! I think you’re the cock-toe twins!" This joke and the dirty messages she starts whispering in my ear help make this a little less weird. She starts gingerly massaging my balls from behind. That helps too.
Eric beckons me to lie down opposite him so he can return the favor and suck my toe at the same time I suck his. This places us in what is truly the oddest sixty-nine I’ve ever heard of, one I have not even seen in porn. It has the considerable benefit of aligning our cocks together, however, which Eric immediately exploits by stroking our juxtapositioned joints.
Tori bends down, expectorating loudly and voluminously on our silky shafts to lubricate them. Although it is Eric's big toe and not his actual penis that I am blowing, and it is my big toe and not my penis that is getting sucked, the combination of these feelings with the frothy frottage of our phalluses feels more like fellatio than I might have expected. Of course, I'd rather have our actual cocks in each other's mouths, but this will make me cum soon enough.
Eric reaches the finish line ahead of me, though, generously releasing several squirts of warm creamy fluid against my member. This provides additional lube, augmented by another spit from Tori, and the continued stroking brings me to a shuddering climax very soon afterward.
I assume that in the post-orgasmic denouement, I will either make out with him or lick him clean, but Tori has other ideas. She slurps up the mess herself, then drooling frothy fluid back out and smearing it across her chest, beckoning, "Come clean me up, Joe." As with the pie, I don't require added flavorings to entice me to suckle those lovely jugs, but if that's what she wants, I'll gladly indulge her.
I slurp the runny mixture of cum, spit and possible hawk-tuah off her soft skin, my lips savoring the texture of her wrinkly nipples as my hands squeeze her pliant mammaries, my tongue licking the curvaceous underside of one to catch a drip. We start kissing and my hand drifts downward. I find her pussy a whole lot messier than I would expect. Oh, she isn't just wet. When I wasn't looking, she smeared some pie filling down there.
Tori eases me back on the bench, giggling as she straddles my head, facing the other way. “Eat my pie, Joe.”
I hear Eric snickering at this, affirming, “I love it when she does that. What do you think, Joe?”
Food play is not something I could ever talk my ex into, but I exclaim my true feelings into the messy lime folds of her pussy. “Mmmfffuck yes!” Her resultant giggles are quickly replaced by quiet whimpers of pleasure as my lips and tongue start making the rounds of her pussy parts.
“That is so fucking hot to watch,” Eric mutters, standing beside us and stroking his shaft, which appears to have hardened again.
“I’ve got to suck this lookalike cock again,” Tori exclaims, taking me into her mouth. I writhe in pleasure and she squirms around on top of me, working her way down my body a few inches, her pussy shifting out of reach even when I crane my neck. Sensing what she’s after, I part her ass cheeks firmly with my hands, shove my face between them and start licking her butthole like it’s the only body part she has.
“Yes, Joe, yes!” she squeals as I lift my legs so she can lick my hole in turn. I must admit that although Rick and I have eaten each other’s hairy asses like this a couple of times, I haven't considered that a woman would ever be into this. So this makes for yet another alternative form of sixty-nine I’m checking off a list I didn’t know I had.
Tori shifts backward again so I can resume cleaning her cunt and she can suck my dick again. Good thing I’ve cum once, or I wouldn't last. Tori doesn't last, soon shaking like jelly, increasingly wetting my whistle while she trembles. As her orgasm subsides, she remains on a high plateau, desperately shimmying down my body and begging, “Grab my tits and fuck me, Joe!” I start kneading her knockers while she envelops me in her warm, velvety sheath.
She commands Eric to get between our legs and start licking. None of us has ever been in a threesome, by the way (excepting, as I will learn later, a onetime lesbian encounter on Tori's part). This new territory has all three of us moaning and exclaiming with delight as Eric starts working my balls, the bottom of my shaft and Tori’s pudenda with his surprisingly talented lips.
Tori has the best view of the action and lets us know it. Her squeals, moans and whines let us know she seems to be crossing a high pass from her first peak to an even loftier summit. Impeccably attuned to the pitch of his wife’s vocalizations, Eric senses the arrival of her second climax and clamps his lips around her clit and upper labia, temporarily abandoning my equipment while he tongues the fuck out of her vulva.
She shudders multiple times, dripping juices down my balls, then pulls off me. She pants to Eric, “Make him cum too, baby. I want to watch you take a man’s load in your mouth.”
His beloved encouraging her gently, Eric gleefully takes me all the way in, his throat gurgling a bit. “All the way” might only mean six inches in each of our cases, but he sure does it enthusiastically and it sure feels good. Tori compliments how good his technique is for a newbie. Looking down at this man’s head pleasuring me, I show my agreement with her opinion by ejaculating even more spectacularly than before. Eric's gulps mostly keep up with my squirts, but he saves some at the end, which Tori directs him to feed back to me.
I open my mouth as he leans in and floods me with spit and cum, requiring me to swallow a couple of times. Then he forcefully spits into my mouth, This startles me, and probably would have angered me had my ex-wife done it, but in my newly openminded state, I find it somehow endearing and even a little sexy. Some of this snowball mixture dripping out the corner of my mouth and onto my neck, Eric tenderly licks it back up, his tongue making its way into my mouth and swirling itself around as we taste sex on each other’s breaths.
Tori takes over the kiss from Eric for a few seconds, then looks across at her husband. “What do you think, baby? Is he in?”
“Oh hell yeah, he’s in,” Eric replies, now standing up with his stiffie a foot from my head.
There is so much more to cum tonight. Hopefully, that includes finding out precisely what “he’s in” means.
