Kara Plans Rod's Surprise

Bill was wondering what exactly I had in mind. I had told him how Rod was interested in sucking a cock, and eager to experiment with another man in the bedroom. I was not sure how to best make this happen in a surprising way, so Bill offered a few ideas. He talked about perhaps a blindfold, binding Rod's wrists and disabling him so Bill would have full control, or simply surprising him with a raging hard on appearing before him during his nasty sex with me. We talked about turning the lights out and the music up, so that Bill could sneak up on him. I, of course, imagined fucking him in the ass with a dildo and it being replaced suddenly with a hot raw man cock. That seemed good, but Rod seemed to express a desire to suck it first, so I thought the ass reaming should wait to see if Rod really wanted it. I had a pretty good idea that there would be three asses used as pussys that night, but had to let that play out naturally. Or unnaturally, I guess.

I knew it was impossible to control everything, but I wanted it to be as stimulating as possible, so that my boyfriend would really go completely out of control when Bill presented himself for the taking. That was the way I wanted it. I wanted Rod to lose it with nasty lust and slutty behavior. I would have a great memory of this night. I wanted my man to be offered a dick, and be desperate to gulp down a man's full, waiting, erection.

So a straightforward approach, rather than ropes or blindfolds seemed the best way for me to enjoy the whole scene. I wanted to see Rod gasp at the appearance of it, and I wanted to see him swallow it whole like a hungry slut. I wanted to see him so eager to lick and suck a real that he lost all pretenses of dignity, and simply submerge himself in the act of fornication with a man. I, really, wanted to be, for a time, cast aside in favor of man-sex. Man on man, watching him slurp up cock and beg for more. Watch him test the feeling of it in him, watch him reach into forbidden anal openings, and have the greatest experiment in sex for himself. I wanted to know if he really would fuck a man like he fucks me. I had little doubt about that point. Rod would just totally let himself go when it came to that. The sounds, the words, the erotic motions he would exhibit with me would certainly show up in a dirty situation like I was planning.

I figured if I got Rod really hot, and kept his dick untouched for a while so that he was really eager, and then Bill entered the room and opened a robe revealing a beautiful stiff one right in front of him, what would transpire would be the fantasy Rod had been contemplating for a month or two. An erect cock for him to reach out and grab. Bill would be ready to work his dick any way Rod liked. So I decided on the details.

I gave Bill the address, and told him to show up outside at ten thirty, and wait for me. I told him which windows were the living room and the bedroom, and that I would be sure the front door was unlocked. It is a great neighborhood, and there is practically always a place to park in front or very near the house. It is also a detached house, so we could grunt and moan as loud as we liked, and did not have to worry about any noises going through the walls to disturb or stimulate neighbors. It is really a nice place to enjoy the bedroom. I told Bill to wear something easy to get out of. He did not have to be coached. He has quite a nice selection of clothing for hotels and so on. I have seen his suitcases full of thongs and robes. I told him to watch the bedroom lights, and when it dimmed, to wait about ten more minutes, toot your car horn once, so I know you are on your way, and then to quietly let yourself in the front door. I would leave music on in the living room, to mask any sounds he might make there, and I would keep Rod busy in the bedroom so he did not want to get up if he heard any sounds. Just shutting the two doors between the living room and us would do it, anyway.

Then Bill was to slowly make his way to the bedroom, listening for fuck sounds, which, I assured him, would be coming from the bed. When you get just outside the door, just wait. I teased him about how he could be sure to be aroused by then. He assured me he would "handle" it. I laughed. "I am sure you will." I told him that waiting outside the bedroom door would be the best thing. Then, when I had Rod just the way I wanted him, I would start to talk about another man's dick.

"Listen for it. It may take a while until you hear me talking this way, but I will know you are there...Listen for me to say something like, 'I know you would really like a cock right now, wouldn't you, slut?"

"I will have the door ajar a bit, and the hallway lights off. Start to come in then. I will have Bill on his stomach and will be playing with him from behind. I will make enough noise to distract any sounds you may make. You know, I will keep the bed moving and keep his head buried in a pillow while I start to fuck around with his ass. I might have a dong working his ass, or maybe just be oiling him up when I say the word..."

So I thought I had a plan. I knew it might work perfectly, but even if Rod simply saw Bill walk in, with a good stiff erection, I knew his eyes would widen and he would know his time had come. So that was the plan. As it turned out, things went a little differently. But they certainly went ahead. The deflowering of my boyfriend was in progress when I got off the phone with Bill. The next Saturday night would be interesting.

It was Wednesday, and I could not focus on work at all during the day. I work as a radio engineer at a talk radio station, and have to keep on top of the board and be alert. It was a struggle. My mind kept drifting to an imagined scenario. You know how this is. You think about all the things you want to do and feel, and simply thinking about them is somehow distracting and confusing. Anyway, to make it short, Saturday arrived. I called Rod and told him I wanted to have a late dinner, and told him not to eat anything all day. I am sure those of us experienced in such things know why. Rod picked me up at work and took me to a Thai Restaurant, and I focused on the food, trying not to be too distracted by the idea of Bill showing up. During dinner, I went to the ladies room and called Bill to make sure he would be there. He said he would be outside watching for the lights to dim in the bedroom, and he would not be there before ten thirty so he did not have to wait too long. I figured that would be fine, since Rod really liked to start in early when he wanted to fuck. He liked to be home by ten, and in the bedroom before eleven.

I had a light meal, and not much wine. I let Rod have mine, but we only had one bottle of wine, and nothing else to drink. He really behaves himself in public and rarely touches me sexually under the table or walking down the street. This night was no exception. I think he likes to keep his kinky lusts private. I sometimes like to play with him a bit. Reaching under the table and feeling his dick to see which side it is on is a fun one for me. This, of course, only works when we are sitting side by side, which is not too often. I kept my hands to myself this night, I wanted things to go slowly.

We got to the house, and had stopped off and picked up a movie, and some more wine. We settled down, started the movie, Casino Royale, but I was totally uninterested. Obviously, I was distracted. It is interesting how this goes...we both know we will end up fucking, but there is an ever so slight hesitation to start the kissing and tongue play. When that starts, the movie is over, and the wine is in the way. But we both sipped some more very nice Zinfandel, and kept watching the flick. It was about 10 o'clock, and I excused myself to the bathroom. There, I called Bill.

"Still feel like doing this, babe?" I asked him... "I sure do. I just got out of the shower, sweetheart. I am just now putting on my clothes. What time is good?" "Well, at least another hour or more...I think.. Why don't you take your time, and be outside about 11:30?" "I'll be outside. I am REALLY up for this, honey, even now...if you get my drift." "I can imagine."

Well, totally disregarding Rod watching his movie, I took a shower and got ready to fuck. I was going to say, "make love", but that is not really the right way to describe it. Love has nothing to do with it. I could say, "make out", or "screw", but really, I got ready to fuck. That's clear, isn't it? This was going to be interesting.

I always have a silky robe in his bathroom, and put it on. I went into his bedroom, and opened one of the lingerie drawers. Usually, he picks out the things, but tonight, I poked around in the top drawer, and picked out a pair of black stockings with a string of tiny pink bows up the back of each one. These were very nice...I thought. Then I picked out a blue lace thong, and a matching top. There was a separate box of garter belts, and I got a black one. The shoes were in his closet, and I found a new box, with blue patent leather pumps with 5-inch heels. I put on my robe, which was black, over these things, and went back into the living room.

Rod was watching the movie, but as soon as he saw me, turned the sound off.

"Ummmmm, baby. Very nice," was all he said.

He pulled me next to him on the couch, and began to massage my neck through the satin robe.

"It has begun," I thought.

Well, it is only a matter of seconds before my juices start to flow when I am dressed like this, and frankly, I was hot just looking at my shoes and stockings as I put them on. They say, in so clear a manner,

"I am ready to fuck, baby, enjoy all of this, and give it to me hard."

I pretended to want to watch the movie, and asked him to turn the sound up. He did, and continued to rub my neck, but of course his hands began to trace patterns in other places. He sort of watched the movie with me, sipped some wine once or twice, and kept working his hands over my neck, and eventually they were slipping down and near my breasts. As the movie was playing, he pretended like there was nothing going on, watched the movie, and simply began to massage the sides of my breasts and leaned down and started licking my right ear. I love that. I can hear his breath, and feel his wet tongue in a very sensitive opening.

"Stop that! I can't hear the movie," I pretended.

"Ummm," he softly moaned to himself. Of course we know at these times we will not have to stop like a couple of naughty school kids. We both know we don't have to stop until we are exhausted. It is fun to start, knowing you can do whatever it leads to, and not knowing exactly what will happen. This night, of course, I was controlling the show, and he did not even know. I wanted to really slow it all down, since I was saving the best for much later.

His hands found their way to the front of my breasts, and through the robe and bra, my nipples were treated to the sensation of urgent need. Still we watched the movie. Rod kept teasing my nipples, and he was squeezing them between his thumb and forefinger, harder and harder. It began to hurt so good.

Now it was me... "Ummmmmmm.....Rod...baby, do me a favor."

"Umm?"

"Get me another glass of wine."

He did not want to take his fingertips away from my cute little nipples, which were feeling so nice to him, I am sure. But he did, and when he got up, he had to arrange his dick in his pants. I said,

"Go put something else on. You look too dressed up for a quiet night at home."

He brought me my glass, and went to his room. I called to him to take a shower, too. He knew all that implied, and he should. I love the muskiness of a sweaty cock and the scent of him when he is worked up, and can eat it all up. Mixed with his cum, the whole thing is delicious. I always appreciate the clean, hormone-filled sweaty scent of a man. For me to play with his so private, dark little asshole, however, he has to be ready for me. I want him sweet, soft, and lubricated. He has told me that he now uses a finger on himself in the shower when he is going to be with me. He says he will soap up a baby finger and gently put it in. In and out it goes, a few times...He essentially soaps himself up, feels himself up, and then it is squeaky clean. He once said it feels a bit like a pussy. It is not, however, quite slick enough for me to enter after this. He has a good time getting his ass ready, and out of the shower, he will put a dab of cream or oil on the fingertip, and slip it in there to be sure I am invited in for any purpose I may think of. He says doing this is very provocative for him, especially since it took him a while to find that I love it in the ass, and for him to let me know he does too. Past that point, we became free to explore each other there any time we wanted, knowing we each loved it. Every time I have gone into his asshole with finger, tongue, or device, it has always been a bit lubed and scented in a wonderful way. He might need more, but it is wonderfully inviting when he steps from the bath. It is made ready for me this way, and I very much appreciate it.

I heard the shower water running, and I gave Bill a quick call to be sure he knew the address and the way. He did, and was driving over right then. I asked him if there was anything I forgot.

"Be sure he is really clean, I want it to taste good."

I quickly hung up.

That kind of gave me a reminder of the picture I would be seeing tonight. Up to that point, it was all just kind of a fantasy being discussed. Now I knew I would be seeing things too unpredictable to plan. Things I would, however, always remember. I was really getting hot thinking about it, now.

Rod came into the living room wearing one of his robes. This one was heavy gray flannel. Very thick. I did not know what else he was wearing besides the robe, but I figured it did not much matter.

He sat next to me, and by now the movie was way, way past interesting. We each took our sips of wine, and turned the sound on the TV way down. The lights were all on, and the window shades were up. I never cared about it. I figured if anyone were watching us, they would just be jealous. I kind of liked the idea of the windows being uncovered. Rod began to rub my back, and play with my hair. He then undid my ponytail, and ran his fingers through the blonde strands. I felt his hands move to my sides, and then he slipped them up behind my bra strap. It was only a moment, and he had one hand inside my bra, squeezing my left nipple, and cupping my right breast through the lace, squeezing and pulling it around and around in a circular pattern.

"Ummmmmm...."

"Kara?"

"Yes?.....mmmmmm.....what?"

"You look delicious... I want to eat you up right now."

"Uh huh..."

"Could you do me a favor?"

These 'favors' usually meant some new kinky idea he wanted to try out.

"Probably, what?"

"Could you get a few different things from the dresser drawer and change into them one at a time and keep looking right at me as you do?"

"Ummm...I could...I guess...why would you want me to do that?"

"I don't know, I just thought I would like to see it"

"Will you stay on the couch?"

"Yea."

"Will you promise not to rape me?....you know I hate being attacked." (NOT)

"I promise. I will be a good boy"

"Will you promise not to touch yourself there while I do it? I don't want you useless."

"Ummm...I don't know. Maybe. Probably. Do you want me to slow down? Or do you want me to maybe have my hands tied up? That would be funny. Yea, do you want me tied up?

Hmmmm. That was it. That's what he wanted. This could be good...I thought.

"I might have to, if you don't behave....Ok...let me get some things, and pull down the shades, and why don't you open another bottle of wine?" "Another bottle? Do we need any more?...I think......"

I cut him off - "I do!"

I was thinking of my friend on his way over. After all, this was going to be a party, too bad Rod did not know it yet...

"OK"