Once a year, the lawyers and judges from the Tenth Circuit get together. It’s a combination of continuing legal education and camaraderie, and chance to network, to see old friends, and to meet new ones.
It was in the vein of meeting new friends that I met Mike and Cindy.
I ran into them during a breakout session that was talking about insurance coverage on the first day of the event, and we briefly exchanged war stories, and commiserated over bad decisions by various courts. They were a little younger than me, probably in their mid-fifties. They looked enough alike that they could pass for brother and sister – both tall, slender, blond and blue eyed. But there was some chemistry between them that belied them being siblings. Given the chemistry, and the fact that they both wore wedding bands, that I figured that they were married to one another.
I saw them again, briefly, during an afternoon ‘meet and greet’, and we again shared stories while enjoying a hurried beer. Mike told me that they were going out with a small group of lawyers for dinner, and encouraged me to join them in the lobby of the hotel at 6:00, and that we’d head out together.
The other lawyers were a group from Wyoming. And, since there were no one but lawyers at the table, we spent a lot of time talking about the law, about cases and – our favorite subject – other lawyers. It was a fun evening, with just enough alcohol to loosen tongues and attitudes.
As we got back the hotel, we agreed to meet up in the bar after changing to comfortable clothes. Cindy came back first, dressed in a casual skirt and a white blouse. Notable by its absence was her bra. Her blouse clung to her, accentuating nice lines and small, firm nipples. I tried not to stare. Mike showed up shortly after Cindy, wearing chinos and a button down. He looked around the room as though searching for something or someone, and when he didn’t find it, leaned in to Cindy for a lengthy kiss. A horny kiss. A lusty kiss.
We found a table in a quiet corner, ordered a round of drinks and started chatting. Instead of talking out work, we finally started talking about non-legal things; Cindy had a new puppy, Mike was working on a cabin. The phrasing struck me as odd. Didn’t “they” have a new puppy? Didn’t “they” have a cabin? So I asked. And learned that they weren’t married. Well, I actually learned that they were both married, but weren’t married to one another.
“No,” Mike said. “We’re … friends. Good friends. Friends …” His voice trailed off.
Cindy piped in, “Friends with benefits. Not regular benefits, but benefits when we get the chance.”
Since I’m no stranger to having been involved in affairs, I wasn’t shocked. A bit turned on, if truth be known. I asked about how they met, and soon got stories about not only how they met, but how they first ended up in bed together, and about a couple of interludes since then. I looked longingly at Cindy, then commented to Mike, “Lucky man!”
A short pause. They looked at each other for moment, and seemed to be communicating without talking. Then Cindy said, “well … we were talking earlier and … wondering if you might want to …” She paused, “if might want to be our friend, too.”
I held my breath for a moment. Cindy continued, “Our friend with, you know, benefits.”
I pointed at her, then Mike, then myself. “The three of us?” Mike nodded.
“I’ve never,” I started. And stopped to gather my words. “I’ve never been involved in a threesome.”
Cindy prompted me, “But have you thought about it?
“Oh hell, yes! But my usual fantasy would have been with you and me and Cameron Diaz.” Looking to Mike, I said, “No offense.”
“None taken,” he smiled, “I’d join the two of them in a heartbeat!”
Cindy was quick to play lawyer, and to cross examine me. “You said your ‘usual’ fantasy … but have ALL of your threesome fantasies been with two women?”
I suspect I blushed, but responded honestly. “No, not all of them. Some have involved a woman and another man.”
Mike entered the conversation again. “I certainly appreciate the lust for being with two women. I’ve been lucky enough to be there. And I appreciate that the fantasy about being with a couple is less frequent. Tell me how you picture a threesome.”
I thought about it. Well, actually, I had already thought about it a lot, but I wanted to find the right words.
“Being with two women is … “ I faltered, then started again. “I suspect that for some men, being with two women is about having … more. If one woman is good, then two women has to be better, right? For other men, I think it is about control; they are somehow the dominant party, and they are all the more of an alpha for bedding down two women. And maybe both of those are there for me, but only in the background. In the front of my brain it is … visual. I don't know how to describe it, but the hottest thing about thinking of being with two women is the idea of watching them give one another pleasure.”
Cindy smiled broadly. Mike nodded in agreement. Cindy pushed, “And how do you picture a threesome with another couple.”
“Honestly, I don’t know. I’m obviously not homophobic, or I wouldn’t have the fantasy … and we wouldn’t be having this conversation. But I stumble when I think about being with a couple. Is it about two men pleasing a woman? Or is it about the three lovers all pleasing each other? I suspect that depends on the players, if you’ll pardon the expression,” I smiled, “but the uncertainty of what to expect …. Well, not knowing what the couple would expect makes me hesitant.”
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw waitress approaching, and used the interruption to stop talking. Cindy rescued me, offering to buy us another round, and by some tacit agreement didn’t resume the conversation until our new drinks arrived a few minutes ago. Once they were there, she hoisted her glass in a toast. “To new friends” and smiled knowingly. “To new friends,” I echoed. We clinked glasses and took a first sip.
Mike returned us to our conversation, asking, “A lack of certainty can be intimidating, but it can also be exciting, don’t you think?” I didn’t answer. “Tell me,” he probed, “what would you want the night to be? You and me pleasing Cindy? Or the three of us pleasing one another?”
Ah, he was asking the big question. What should I say? I looked deep into the whiskey in my glass, and decided that nothing ventured, nothing gained. “When I was in college, I got seduced by a man. We had oral sex. Even as I was … even as I performing, I felt like I was doing something wrong. Homosexuality, or gay sex, or whatever you want to call it, was not very well accepted back then, especially where I grew up. But I was also turned on enough that I didn’t try to protest, and not only let him go down on me, but I went down on him.”
“In the months that followed, I felt … conflicted. Mostly I felt ashamed that I had let him seduce me, that I wasn’t really being honest with myself.”
“For the most part, I frankly forgot about the encounter for years. When I did think of it, I tried to imagine what I’d do now, and my mind would wander. And I felt conflicted whenever I did. See, I’ve never been attracted to a man. I’ve never had a crush on a guy, never wanted to date a man, never looked at a man and found him to be attractive. Ive never looked at a guy and wondered what it would be like to have sex with him.” I took a large drink. “But I have had repeated fantasies about being with a guy in the abstract. About undressing a man. About stroking his skin, about sucking his nipples, about slipping my hands down his pants and finding a swollen cock. About being on my knees and taking him in my mouth.”
I took a deep breath. “Fuck! I’ve never told anyone that.”
Cindy reached across the table and put her hand on mine, caressing it lightly. “That turns me on. So much!”
I was surprised. “Really?”
“Really! Why wouldn’t it? You get turned on at the thought of two women together. Wouldn’t it be the same for me to watch two men together.”
“It doesn’t seem the same to me, somehow.”
“Limits?” Mike asked. I must have looked as confused as I felt, because Mike continued. “Are there things that you wouldn’t want to do?”
“Oh!” I bit my lower lip. “I pretty sure that I wouldn’t want to … that I wouldn’t want any anal. Although I have to admit that there was a moment with my college ‘friend’ when I thought he was going to penetrate me, and I was partially horrified and partially turned on. And I’ve tried to picture kissing a guy, but never quite got my mind around that. Strange, isn’t it, that I fantasize about sucking a guy off but can bring myself to imagine kissing him."
“Nothing strange about that at all. Kissing can be more intimate than sex at times,” Cindy volunteered.
There was a lull in the conversation as a group passed by our table, and I used the break to suggest I needed a bathroom break. It took me a few minutes in the bathroom because I had to wait for my erection to go down, partly because I enjoyed the feel of my hard cock in my hand, especially as I used by thumb to rub the precum around the head of my cock.
I enjoyed the saltiness as I licked my thumb afterward.
When I got back to the table, I was surprised to find Cindy was there alone. “Mike went up to his room,” she explained. She held up a key card. “We are invited. If you don’t want to, though, then you and I could just go to my room. Whichever you want.”
“You are,” I said, “absolutely gorgeous. You are sexy as fuck. You are inviting me to your room … and I’m thinking of going to a bedroom with you and a guy.” She smiled warmly, and said, “Oh, I hope you do! That would be my preference. But I understand if you don’t want to. But you’ll still have a lovely time. A VERY lovely time; I promise.”
The silence dragged on for half-a-minute. Finally, she asked whether there was something that she could do to make going to Mike’s room more comfortable.
“In my fantasies, the woman would typically be sort of a domme; she’d tell me what to do. Maybe even ‘make’ me do it. Silly, I know, as I really want to do it, but somehow it made me less self-conscious about breaking the taboo.”
She stood up, saying that she had paid the bar tab, and told me (she didn’t ask) to come with her.
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She let us into Mike’s room; he was at the desk typing away on a laptop. “Here’s how this is gonna happen,” she said. “Tonight, what I say goes. I say it, you do it.” She turned to me. “That goes for you, too.”
“If either of you don’t do what I tell you to do, I’ll …,” she paused for effect. “I’ll punish you.” If either of you say that you simply won’t do what I tell you to do, then you can pack up and go back to your room.” She looked at Mike, “Well, in your case, you can go pack up and go to my room.”
“Am I clear?”
I nodded. Borrowing line from a typical deposition, she said “the court reporter can’t take down a nod; am I clear?” “Yes, you are clear.”
She turned to Mike and raised her eyebrows. “Clear. Very clear.”
She sat on the edge of the bed. “Now, both of you take off your shoes and socks.” Silently, we complied. Pointing to Mike, told him come over her. As he moved towards her, she pointed to the floor just to her right. Then pointing to me, she gestured me towards her pointing to the floor just to her left. “On your knees, gentlemen.”
Once we were in position, she leaned down, bringing her face to Mike’s, and then kissed him. A long, passionate kiss. He put his hand on her leg, and started to slide it up, but she slapped it away. “Don’t presume. Do what your told, and nothing more.” And then resumed the kiss.
Sighing with satisfaction, she sat up straight again, dropping her hand to her lap, and caressing herself briefly, then leaned down to me.
I had thought of this moment in fantasies, wondering what it would be like. Wondering if her lover would be jealous. Wondering if I would be able to taste him. But when it happened, I simply succumbed the pleasure of an uninhibited kiss with a passionate woman.
As with Mike, she broke away, again caressing herself, though this time with a more deliberate touch; I could see her pushing her hips into her hand.
“Boys,” she said, "please take off my shoes." We unbuckled the straps on her pumps (in the back of my mind, thinking, "These really are 'fuck me' pumps!") When she was barefooted, she told Mike to turn on the small lamp on the desk, and told me to turn off the other room lights, leaving us in a twilight; no glaring lights, but enough light to see clearly.
She had us stand in front of her, a few feet from her and from each other. Continuing to rub herself through her skirt, she looked to me. “I want to see you naked. Take off your shirt.” I quickly unbuttoned and shrugged out of my shirt. “Take off your belt.” I was a bit slower, more deliberate this time.
For a moment, she just looked at me. Then she stood, came over to me, and said, “Don’t move. Don’t touch me. Try not to make any noise at all.” Then she bent her head and flicked her tongue over first one of my nipples, then the other. Then she kissed my nipples, first one, then the other. Then returning to the first nipple, she bit me. It was, at first, a nip. Soft, sweet, gentle. But it grew more insistent, and pleasure started to turn to pain.
I kept quiet as long as I could, but finally I whimpered. The pressure from her teeth abated, becoming softer and softer, until it was just a gentle kiss, a lick … and then she repeated the entire process on the other nipple, again biting harder and harder until I finally whimpered again.
Looking very satisfied with herself, she sat down on the edge of the bed again, and told me take my pants off. I did, unbuttoning and unzipping them, then sliding them down my legs and stepping out of them. Her eyes were focused on the bulge in my briefs, where my fully erect cocked strained against the fabric, a small wet spot on the top of the bulge where I was dripping pre-cum.
She looked at Mike and smiled; I looked at Mike. He was looking at my briefs.
“Off with them!”
I hesitated briefly. It had been as erotic as hell up to this point, and although I’m sure the back of mind registered that we had long passed the point of no return, this was the symbolic point. I slid my fingers in my briefs, pushing them down, and then kicking them off.
“Mike, do think he’s turned on?” Cindy purred.
“Oh, definitely.”`
She turned to Mike, spread her legs, and told him to come kneel between her legs. And for the next few minutes, they made out passionately. I thought that standing naked in a room with a couple of people would be completely unnerving, but I was simply turned on. That was the only brain function I had at that point.
Finally, she broke away, and pushed him back to his spot, and stood up. “So, I think I need to be naked,” she said, running her hands from her legs, up her front, caressing her breasts for a moment. “Come over here.” I did. “Do what I tell you, but nothing else.” I nodded.
“Unbutton my top button.” I did. “Now move to the side; you’re blocking Mike’s view, and I suspect that he’s gonna want to watch.” I looked back to gauge where I needed to move to, and could see the unadulterated lust in his eyes. “Run your finger over my skin, beginning at my neck, down the edge of my blouse, and then back up.” I did. While I had kissed her moments ago, and while she had touched my hand in the bar, this was the first sexual touch, certainly the first time I had touched her since getting undressed. Apparently, I was too quick for her. She told me to do it again, but slower.
I took my time, tracing the curves of her breast, noting her breath quicken as I touched her. Then I drew my finger along her skin in reverse, ending where I started.
“Ok, I want you to undo another button, but this time your hand should be on my breast, holding the fabric of my blouse against my skin, while you use your other hand to undo the next button. I was transfixed, the idea of cupping her breast causing me to wonder if I could actually come without any physical contact. I put my hand on her waist, the thin fabric between my hand and her skin, and slowly slid it up, and towards her front, feeling both her breath and mine become jagged as I first felt her breast, cupping it in my hand, feeling the weight of it. Then I unfastened the button, pulling the opposing side of her blouse away. “Freeze,” she said. “don’t move either hand.” I froze. “Now, look back at Mike. Imagine that was you for a moment, watching this. How turned on would you be?”
I started to say, “Not as turned on as I am now,” but realized that might not be true. I might be just as turned on. I am, after all, a visual creature. She put her finger to my lips; “Don’t answer, just think about it.”
“Now the next button, but you aren’t doing this one for me, but for Mike. Make him enjoy it.”
I thought about what I’d enjoy. And about what she’d enjoy. I slid my hand just a touch, not cupping her breast, but with my fingers pressing the fabric back, pushing it against the skin of her breast, the nipple prominent under the thin fabric. I brushed my thumb across her nipple, eliciting a small gasp, the softly pinched her nipple between my forefinger and thumb. I deliberately looked back, watching Mike’s eyes, transfixed on her breast.
I slid my other hand up, gently caressing her breast and I found the next button down, and deftly undid it, and then pulled that side of her shirt taut against her other breast, both breasts now accentuated by the tightly clinging fabric, both hardened nipples pointing at Mike. I kept the fabric in place with my fingers clenched against my palms, and used by thumbs to caress both nipples. Then I slowly pulled my hands apart, pulling her shirt open at her breasts until the sides of both breasts, but not her nipples, were exposed.
Wishing that I had yet another pair of hands, I had to let go of her shirt so that I could undo the next button, this one below her breasts. I sank to my knees, my face inches from her breasts, as I slowly undid the next button. And then the final button. Her blouse hung loose on her, the sides of her breasts exposed, and though the fabric wasn’t pulled tight against her, her nipples were still obvious through the blouse. Running my hands slowly up from her waist, my hands on her bare skin, my wrists pushed the blouse open, like curtains parting. As my hands touched the underside of her breasts, I paused, looking at her for permission, and receiving the smallest of nods, lifted my hands, cupping, then caressing the bare skin of her breasts, then leaning in and taking her nipple in my mouth as I pushed her shirt off her shoulders, and listened to it fall to the bed.
She let me suck first on one nipple and then the other for a moment, and then pushed my back gently, and pulled me to my feet. She kissed me lightly on my mouth and pushed me back to where I had been.
She looked at me, running her eyes from head to toe, and back again, and then repeated the inspection on Mike. Then she closed her eyes, leaned her head back, and smiled languidly as she ran her hands over her body, caressing her breasts, trailing her fingers over her stomach as her hands ran lower, putting her hands on her hips and then sliding them down, with her thumbs almost touching, stopping the downward motion as her hands reached her thighs, her thumbs now into her pelvis, then her hands rotated, her fingers touching herself through her skirt, the pleasure apparent on her face.
A few moments later, she sighed deeply, and opened her eyes, and smiled. She looked at me, and then pointedly looked down. “You seem to be … interested.”
I looked down. No surprise, I was dripping pre-cum, and the entire shaft of my cock was wet. Looking up at me again, she told me to close my eyes, and not to open them until she said I could. I closed my eyes, and heard her say, “Mike, follow these instructions. To the letter. Go over to our new friend, and touch the tip of your finger on the tip to the tip of cock, just enough to get your finger wet.”
I stiffened as I felt him move towards me; a man was going to touch my cock for the first time in decades. My fantasies had always been about me touching another man, but I hadn’t really thought about another man touching me. But I was beside myself with anticipation, and just a little bit of anxiety.
I could feel him now, inches away from me. And then I felt a touch on my cock, gentle – but still shooting electricity through me. And then the touch was gone. “Now come over here, Mike; bring your finger to my mouth. I want to taste him.” I imagined what I couldn’t see, her sucking my cum off of Mike’s finger.
She made a small, satisfied sound. “Now, go back to our friend, and kneel in front of him.” Again, I could feel him near me, hear the crinkle of the fabric of his chinos, and sense the heat of his face near my cock. “Do not,” she said, emphasizing the word ‘not’ clearly, “do not take him in your mouth. Instead, just use your tongue, and lick his cum off the shaft of his cock.” I’m sure that I gasped as I felt his tongue at the base of my cock, slowly running up the shaft. I was both desperate to climax and desperate to hold back, not wanting to let that small touch bring me to orgasm. “Now, use your finger to wipe the rest of the cum off the shaft of his cock.” Again, that small touch.
“Mike, stand up.” I felt and heard him rise. “Bring your finger to his mouth.” I could feel the touch of his finger on my lips. “Now, suck your cum off of Mike’s finger.” The first sensation as I parted my lips was Mike gently pushing his finger into my mouth, penetrating me. The second sensation was the saltiness of my cum. I closed my lips around his finger, sucking it, licking his finger inside of my mouth, as the third sensation hit me; Mike was gently pushing his finger in and pulling it out, fucking my mouth with his finger.
“Ok, Mike.” His finger withdrew. “Mike, he still has cum on his cock; wet your finger again.” The touch. Oh, the touch! “Mike, wet your lips with his cum.”
“Now, I want you to use your mouth … both your lips and your tongue, to take your cum off of Mike’s mouth.” In all of my fantasies, I never kissed the guy. Cindy asked me if there is anything I didn’t want to do, and I said no anal, but while I told her that I couldn’t picture kissing a guy, I hadn’t told her that was off the table. I reached forward, locating Mike with my hands, finding his arms, running them up to his shoulders, over his neck, then cupping his head as I leaned forward to where I pictured his face, his lips. Finding them with mine, opening my lips slightly to draw his upper lip into my mouth, then licking his lip, enjoying the saltiness. Then repeating with his lower lip.
Kissing a man felt … well, the kissing part was just like kissing a woman. But the taboo of kissing a man fought against the incredibly lust I was feeling, yet the lust won out. I enjoyed it, and returned to his upper lip, then probed gently with my tongue before pulling away.
“That was … that was delightful. That was lovely. That was a seriously fucking hot moment!” She paused for a moment. “Mike, you need to come take the rest of my clothes off. And yes, you can open your eyes and watch.”
I watched as Mike reached around her, found the catch on her skirt and released it, then unzipped her skirt and slid it slowly down her long legs, dropping to his knees as he did, caressing her legs from her hips to her ankles. I watched as she stepped out of the skirt, softly kicking it to the side. Then watched as Mike, still on his knees, ran his hands back up her legs, his hands cupping her legs as his did, his thumbs between her legs, touching her with the thumbs and sliding his fingers under her panties. I imagined the heat. The wetness.
He freed his hands, slid them up, over the panties, then snagged his fingers over the edge of the panties, gently tugging at them as he kissed her stomach, then continued to kiss just over the top of her panties as he slid them down. Slowly. Very slowly.
My eyes were wide open; hers were shut, a blissful look on her face, punctuated when his kiss, and a flash of tongue, landed on the narrow and short strip of blonde pubic hair.
I knew that my cock was dripping again.
When Mike had her panties all the way down, she leaned down, grasped his chin in her hands, and slowly raised him up, rewarding him with a tender and lingering kiss, then gently pushing him away.
"So, you’re naked. I’m naked. Mike … he isn’t naked. I want you to know that I will enjoy watching you undress him as much as he enjoyed watching you take my blouse off and” gesturing towards my cock “as much as you obviously enjoyed watching him take my skirt off.”
She was addressing my fear. I had told her that I was afraid that a woman wouldn’t enjoy watching two men together in the same way that a man would enjoy watching two women together. She told me in the bar I was wrong. She was telling me again.
I walked to where Mike was, touching him on the chest, and letting my hand trail there as I walked around him, then took a point in front of him, but a touch to the side, so that Cindy had an unobstructed view. I caressed his chest, finding his nipples and toying with them gently, the sliding my hands upwards to find the top button, and undoing it, then dropping my hands down his chest, in full contact the entire way, to where his shirt was tucked into his pants, and tugging it free.
I left my hands on his waist, my fingers just below his belt line, feeling the warmth of his thighs, and daring to bring my hands together and touch the tip of the bulge in his pants before traveling up a few inches and undoing the bottom button on his shirt. I went on like that, unbuttoning from the bottom of his shirt, and went up another button, unbuttoning it. Then slid my hands up his shirt, feeling his chest and his nipples, stopping at his shoulders, and then traveling down again until I found the top of the still buttoned part of his shirt, and released the next button.
I slid my fingers inside of his shirt, the back of my fingers against his skin, and slowly traced up his shirt to the collar, then back down the same way, and then undid the next button.
A single button held his shirt together, low on his torso. Before attending to it, I stepped to the side for a better angle, and slid my right hand into his shirt, my fingers and palms against the bare skin of his chest, stroking his skin up and down, then letting my fingers find his nipple, rubbing it between forefinger and thumb.
Continue to play with his nipple, I fumbled with my other hand and undid the final button, and his shirt fell open. I found his other nipple, played with it, and then bent down and licked in, sucked it, and then nibbled on it until he gasped. As I did, I let my hand fall, sliding down his stomach, and the resting on his belt … and then slid below that, feeling the bulge in his pants, tracing the outline of his cock through the fabric of his slacks. And feeling, even through his pants, the wet spot at the tip of his cock.
Leaving his cock behind, briefly, I let my hands travel up long enough to push his shirt off his shoulders, and caressed his nipples, one in each hand. And then a hand slid down, found and unfastened his belt, and pulled it free from his slacks. I dropped to my knees, running my hands down his legs, and back up again, and again finding and gently massaging the bulge in his pants. And then I undid the clasp on his slacks with one hand, while I used by other hand to slowly travel up, slowing working my hand over his cock, and then slowly unzipping his slacks.
Rather than simply pulling his slacks down, I pulled the edges of his slacks open, exposing his briefs behind them, and lean in, kissing the bulge, feeling the wetness at the tip, and running my tongue over the fabric of his briefs.
I worked my hands around behind him, feeling the tense muscles of his ass, then finding a couple of belt loops which I used to start to slide his pants down, using my teeth to tug on the front of his slacks as they snagged a bit until they were free of his briefs, and then pulling them, letting his step out of them.
Mike’s cock was separated from my mouth by a few inches, and by the thin fabric of his briefs. I resisted the temptation, and let my hands trail up from his ankles where I had pushed his slacks away, up his legs, again caressing his cock and then letting them move upward as I stood, staying low enough to again suck on and bite his nipples, feeling my cock against him.
I started to move around him, keeping my cock in contact with his body as I did, stopping behind him, by cock against his ass, my hands around him, traveling up and down, then slipping my fingers under his brief and touching the tip of his cock. Wetting my fingers, I brought them to his mouth. He tried to take my fingers in his mouth, but I toyed with him, pulling away, but letting him lick them before dropping them down for more of his cum, and this time letting him take my fingers in his mouth, feeling the heat and suction, and realizing that I had been rubbing my cock against his ass unconsciously.
Continuing the circle around him, both my cock and my hands remaining in contact with him. As I got most of the way around him, but still making sure that Cindy’s view was uninhibited, I again slowly dropped to my knees, kissing and licking his body as I did, letting my hands trail lower.
I hooked my fingers in his briefs. Before tugging them down, I ran my fingers around edge of his briefs, brushing the tip of his cock as I did, taking a moment to pull out my wet fingers and taste his cum. Then, finally, beginning to pull his briefs down. Just in front, at first, pulling the fabric over his cock, then letting it slide back up. And repeating it again, but then on a third pull, I pulled harder, getting his briefs to start sliding down his hips.
Taking my cue from when Cindy told Mike to not take me into his mouth, but to lick my cock, I leaned forward and ran my tongue over the tip of his cock, pulling his cum into my mouth and savoring the taste, then finding the base of his cock with my tongue and running it up … and then down. And up again.
I kept slowly sliding his briefs down, finally giving up my tongue on his cock to focus on caressing his legs as I slid his briefs over his thighs, down his calves, and leaving them around his ankles as he stepped out of both briefs and slacks, then I slowly made my way back up, caressing, touching, kissing, licking until I was again on my feet, and the three of us were totally naked and all wild with lust.
I had, frankly, been so totally focused on Mike that I hadn’t even looked at Cindy since the first time I rubbed my hand over Mike’s cock while his pants were still on. As I looked at her now, I saw she was touching herself. Not simply brushing her hands over herself, but using one hand to hold her lips open and the other to finger herself.
“So, I need you guys …. But I want something else first. I’m gonna want your cocks in me. But I want you to come … to come somewhere else. So, tell me,” she asked, looking at me, “who goes first.”
I didn’t need to think about. “Me. I want to go down on him. Now.”
She seemed a touch surprised. “Why? I’d thought you’d want to come first, so that you’d have him take care of you.”
“I am so fucking turned on. And I really, really want to come. Soon. But a lot of the reason I’m turned on is because I’ve been thinking about taking a cock in mouth, and I want to keep that edge as I please Mike.”
Cindy sat on the edge of the bed, and then scooted back, and patted the bed next to her for Mike to come lay next to her. Turning to me, she said, “Before you come over here, grab my purse for me. I left it by the door, and there is something in there I need.” I brought it her, and she quickly pulled out a vibrator. “Fully charged,” she smiled at me, and then told me to get the end of it wet. So, I put the end of the vibrator in mouth, sucking on it like I wanted to suck on Mike’s cock, before returning it to her.
Cindy didn’t wait; she turned the vibrator on, a gentle purr and slid it all the way inside of herself. “That’ll do, for now.” Smiling at me, she said, “I think you had something you wanted to do now.
Cindy was on the edge of the king-sized bed, Mike was in the middle, close to her. I walked around to the open side, and got on the bed. I straddled Mike, then looked to Cindy. “Am I still doing what I’m told to do, nothing more and nothing less? Or do I have a bit of … a bit of autonomy?”
Cindy smiled as she slowly pumped the vibrator in her, and said that I could do absolutely anything I wanted. I stayed astride Mike, but leaned over and kissed her, deeply, letting my hands caress her breasts, and sliding down and putting my hands over hers as she held the vibrator. I could feel her tense, and hear her moan. I told her to hold that thought for a few minutes. And then I surprised myself as I kissed Mike just as I had kissed Cindy. He tensed at first, and then melted into the kiss. I could feel his hips begin a rhythm as he pulsed against me.
I sat back up, and ran my hands over him, feeling the strength in his chest and arms, massaging his nipples between my fingers, then running my hands back to his face, tracing his lips with my fingers until he parted his lips and took two of my fingers in his mouth, sucking on them as I pushed them in and pulled the out, fucking his mouth with my fingers.
I slid down his body a bit, my cock directly over his, feeling them slide against each other, then using my free hand to feel his cock. I was a little self-conscious, but mostly I was just loving the experience of him sucking on my fingers while I explored his cock, holding in my hand and using my thumb to rub the pre-cum on the tip of cock, then stroking him a bit before fondling his balls.
I lowered myself another few inches, and changed the angle of my body so that my cock was against his balls … and then under them. I could see his eyes widen as he thought about whether I was going to penetrate him. I stroked him again for a moment, then lowered myself further, pulling his legs apart and getting my knees between them as I leaned down and sucked on his nipples, then bit them, and then worked by way lower, licking and kissing his skin as I worked my way down his body.
My tongue found the tip of his cock. I licked the tip, and enjoyed feeling him writhe with the sensation, exploring the taste of another man’s cum in my mouth. And then I ran my tongue down the length of his shaft. And then again.
If I had thought about it, I suspect that I would have realized that he had all the foreplay he could stand, and that he simply wanted his cock in my mouth. But instead I thought that I had all the foreplay I could stand, and was the one with the need. I left my tongue on the underside of his shaft and slid down, feeling him enter my mouth, filling my mouth. I vaguely thought of women who could take the entirety of a man’s cock in his mouth as I realized that I couldn’t. Then I smiled to myself as I decided that skill my come with practice. I took him as deeply as I could, working my tongue over his cock in my mouth, then began to bob my head up and down, feeling his cock on my tongue and lips, and absolutely loving the sensation. As was he. Mike began to fuck my mouth, his hips in the same up and down rhythm of having sex, his hands on my head, pushing me down as he pushed up, and then releasing me on his down stroke.
There was a little warning when he came. His breaths became shortened, and he began to moan loudly, then cry out, “O gawd o gawd ogawd!” and with a final thrust, he drove deep into my throat and held my head tightly as he convulsed over and over.
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Later, after he more than satisfied my needs, and we both satisfied Cindy’s needs (which took some time), we cracked open a bottle of wine from the mini-bar, and engaged in a little pillow talk, each briefly talking about the high points of the evening. Cindy at some point commented on me fulfilling my fantasy, which seemed a natural segue to ask Mike when it was that he first was with a man.
He smiled, and “That would be tonight.”
I was floored. I thought that he was … well, that he was experienced in these things. “No,” he explained. “I’ve fantasized about it. And I’ve told Cindy about the fantasy. After dinner, on the way up to our rooms to change, Cindy told me that she’d make the fantasy come true.”
“Well, she certainly kept her word.” I refilled out glasses and asked, “Are you guys coming to the conference next year?”
