My First Threesome Ch. 03

For a moment I thought he might notice I was looking at him and return my gaze. But he was completely focused on Lynn's actions. I soon had no room in my consciousness for what Ben was, or wasn't, doing. I closed my eyes and basked in the warmth of my mounting orgasm. Lynn was an expert at blowjobs. And she was clearly inspired now—an artist at her peak of creativity.

I shot what felt like an enormous load deep in Lynn's beautiful mouth—thrusting with wave after wave of intense pleasure and reveling in the power of my orgasm. In an accurate re-enactment, Lynn slid her hand down from my buttocks, through my crack and gently ran her fingernails forward across my scrotum, finally cupping my spent balls in her hand. She rocked back, admiring the proof of her virtuosity. And I, in the same state that I'd put Ben into, staggered back to flop down on the couch next to him.

"Well," said Lynn, rising to her feet, "that was a nice way to start the evening." She straightened her clothes and primped her hair. "It's time to get dinner on the table and I can see I'm not going to get any help out of either of you. You just sit there thinking about whatever you're thinking about and I'll call you for dinner when it's ready. But, after dinner ... it's my turn. You guys work for me," she said with a very dominant tone. "And it's all about my pleasure, then."

Somehow I doubted this. I mean, Lynn could be in charge. And she might be focused on her own pleasure and using us to achieve it. But I suspected that Ben and I were going to be getting a lot of pleasure, too.

We must have looked pretty silly. Two men sitting on a couch with their pants down to their ankles, their soft cocks lying contentedly between their thighs, and their chests—well, at least my chest—still heaving from the intensity of an orgasm.

It wasn't long before Lynn called us to dinner. Ben was up, with pants pulled up and buckled before I was ready to move. By the time I got to the table, Ben and Lynn were already sitting down. Conversation over dinner was remarkably mundane. No one who happened to observe just the dinner conversation would suspect the events leading up to dinner, or the nature of our relationship in general. There wasn't even any sexually charged flirting going on. I guess Ben and I were just too drained.

After dinner, things changed dramatically. Lynn got up and announced that it was our job to clean up—whoever doesn't cook, has to do KP. She said she was going to get ready for the evening and there was nothing we needed to do to get ready except to be prepared to follow orders. The last was said with a devilish grin and, then, she turned on her heels and walked away with a provocative sway to her gait. Lynn didn't need eyes in the back of her head to know that she was being scrutinized by two men who were rapidly regaining their sexual powers in response to the view of her tight ass.

Ben and I didn't talk much as we cleaned up. There wasn't much to do and it didn't take us more than five minutes. When we got back to the bedroom, we saw what use Lynn had made of the time. She was dressed all in red—but the "all" wasn't very much. She had on a matching bra and panty set and some sort of translucent nightly with lacy trim. And she had some very high heeled sandals that laced around her ankles. She looked like something out of a Playboy photo-shoot.

"Okay, boys," Lynn said with a sort of quiet authority, "now it's my turn for some fun and you guys are going to provide it." She sashayed over to the chair—right where I'd sat when I'd first watched her and Ben a couple of weeks ago—and sat down. For a moment, she said nothing. She just looked at us. I guess this added drama to the moment; it certainly made me, and probably Ben, feel a little uncomfortable.

"Well, let's see what I've got to work with." I wasn't immediately sure what she meant and I guess Ben was in the same situation because, like me, he just stood there.

"I mean," Lynn said with much louder authority, "strip!"

Wow! I'd never heard Lynn talk like that. It was clear that it was just play, but I was still startled by her demeanor. Ben started to comply before I did, but I joined him quickly. We were both down to our skivvies and for some reason we paused then.

Lynn was not in the mood for delay. "When I said 'strip', I meant 'STRIP'. All the way; no delay. Get to it."

Ben and I stripped off our boxers in parallel, like synchronized swimmers. We stood there awkwardly while Lynn examined us from her chair. She got up slowly and walked toward us. God she looked sexy, dressed as she was and exuding a level of confidence and control I'd never seen her show.

Lynn stood before us and wrapped one hand around each of our cocks. "These guys are going do my bidding to night." She stroked us until both of us were hard and impatient for more intimate contact. But Lynn wasn't in any hurry now. Letting go of our cocks, she pulled her nightie apart slightly and pulled down the cups of her bra, exposing her round breasts. Her nipples were erect with excitement.

"Let's see which one of you is better at sucking on a nipple." Both Ben and I dove into the pleasant task of licking and sucking Lynn's lovely breasts. It wasn't really a competition; we were both winners. I guess Lynn was, too. She moaned softly and put her hands on the back our heads, pressing us into her breasts.

When Lynn was ready to move on, she stepped away from us and said, "Okay, now we've got a decision to make." She walked away from us toward the night stand slowly, and very suggestively—well, maybe it was more than suggestively. Ben and I were agog at the sight of her hips rocking gently as she walked. Lynn bent over and picked up a quarter that had been sitting on the night stand, though Ben's and my attention was not on the quarter in her hand but her hindquarter as she bent over.

"Ben's our guest," Lynn said brightly as she turned around toward us. "I'll flip to see if he gets heads or tails." She flipped the coin high in the air and let it drop to the floor. Bending over to look at it, she gave us a good look down her bra this time.

"Oooohh! Ben gets tails...to start," Lynn reported as she picked up the coin making any verification impossible. "I'm going to get out of these clothes. While I do, honey, I want you to make sure you get Ben really hard and ready for me."

Well, this was ridiculous, of course. Ben was already hard and ready, and I was sure that his condition wouldn't change while he watched Lynn take off what skimpy lingerie she was wearing. But I realized that Lynn's stated reason wasn't to be taken at face value. She liked watching me with Ben. She'd been the initial instigator of those activities and it was clear that she enjoyed them.

So, I got down on my knees, being careful to position myself so that I could watch Lynn strip—a very good decision, as it turned out, because she put on quite a show. I stroked Ben's hard shaft and took it into my mouth. He didn't need any extra stimulation from me to stay hard; that was obvious. But he certainly didn't mind the attention.

Lynn slowly untied her negligee and let it slip off her shoulders. She turned her back on us, pretending it was to toss her negligee on the floor next to the night stand but, when she bent down to unfasten her sandals, it was obvious she'd done it to be as provocative as possible while undressing. After all, what difference did it make where she threw her negligee?

As Lynn bent down from the waist to unbuckle the straps of her high-heeled sandals, I realized again what a remarkable figure she had. Her legs were long and slender, but still shapely. And her ass was perfectly round without a bit of sag. Even after all these years, I found the sight of her incomparably arousing. I sucked Ben's cock even harder as my excitement grew.

Lynn turned back to us, slipping out of her shoes as she did. She reached behind her and unclasped her bra, but didn't slide it off right away. For a tenuous moment, it hung there, the cups still covering her breasts. And then she pushed the straps off her shoulders and let her bra fall to the ground.

I put my hand under Ben's balls, feeling them fill my palm, as I watched Lynn slowly ease her panties down over her hips, down her thighs, and, finally, off her legs completely. She just stood there for a minute, watching me work on Ben's cock. Then she walked over and took Ben's cock from my mouth. She led him to the bed, and positioned herself on her hands and knees on the bed before saying, "Okay, Ben, you've got tails to start."

Ben climbed behind Lynn. As he did, Lynn said, "And you, Hon ... you have heads."

I didn't take Lynn up on her invitation right away. Instead, I watched as Ben positioned himself behind Lynn's loins. His cock was rigid and pointing straight at Lynn's glistening snatch. No help was needed but I decided to help anyway. I reached between Ben's legs from the back, scraping my fingers along the underside of his balls as I did, and I grabbed his hard rod. I put my other hand on Lynn's hip and guided Ben's cock into my wife's eager pussy.

There was something incredibly erotic about this. It had nothing to do with the eroticism I'd read about of a humiliated cuckold forced to help a better-endowed bull take his wife. I wasn't a cuckold, I wasn't being forced, and I felt no humiliation at all. (And, Ben wasn't better endowed than me either, for that matter.) This was about my controlling the lust of my wife and another man, and my giving tangible permission for their union.

For a few minutes, I fondled Ben's balls and, moving my hand up on her body, Lynn's breast. As the tips of my fingers touched the base of Ben's cock, I could feel the slick wetness of Lynn's juices. She was so aroused that she was dripping and I spread some of her nectar on Ben's balls before the urgency of my own desire caused me to leave their side to take up the invitation of Lynn's mouth.

When I positioned myself in front Lynn, she wasted no time making good on her invitation. It was as if she was so aroused that she couldn't get enough cock—in her cunt or her mouth. She sucked me with a hunger I hadn't seen before. I put my hands on the back of her head, not really to control her—she was doing a great job of controlling the tempo and depth. It was more so that I could feel her excitement with my hands as well as with my cock. Ben and I caught each other's eye and smiled at each other. I think we both found the obvious excitement of the other fed our own fever. I could tell that he was getting close to his climax. He grabbed Lynn's hips firmly and pounded into her like a pile-driver. He couldn't keep eye contact with me anymore. He looked up toward the ceiling and closed his eyes, concentrating on his impending orgasm.

I was beginning my ascent to my own climax. And then, suddenly, Lynn pulled off my cock. It was a shock and not a pleasant one. When she did it, I thought she might just have been so focused on Ben ramming her cunt that she couldn't take care of me at the same time. I figured out later that she had different plans for where I was going to dump my load and she was being careful not to send me over the edge prematurely.

My cock was rigid and eager for attention. But it wasn't getting it. I was dry-pumping the air for a while. But my frustration eased as I watched the incredibly erotic scene before me. Ben was spasming and clenching Lynn's hips to his as he pumped his seed deep in her cunt. Lynn as crying out in ecstasy from his thrusting. I rocked back against the headboard and just watched their crescendo gradually recede, slowly stroking my cock as it did.

Ben rolled back and collapsed on the other side of the bed; Lynn flopped down, too, which brought her mouth right to my crotch. She was too wasted to do anything right now, but it felt good to have her cheek pressed against my cock and balls.

I let her rest for a few minutes. Once I felt I'd satisfied any requirements of chivalry, I got up and moved around behind Lynn. She seemed to be coming to life because when I gently separated her legs, she raised her hips up slightly. I got between her thighs and pulled her back up to her knees. She was still resting her shoulders and head on the bed so her crotch was well displayed for me. Her cunt lips were red and puffy and her whole cunt was slick and shiny with her juices.

I had every intention of just slamming my hard cock into that wet, tight hole, but as I was lining up to do so, I glistening drop of white cream appeared on her cunt lips. And then a slight trickle of Ben's slime began to dribble down over Lynn's slit. I bent down and brought my lips close to her nether lips. I stopped short of my target for just a moment to watch, with fascination, as Ben's cum iced Lynn's labia and clitoris.

It was a sight to behold—but not for long. As the first shiny drop of semen was about to plunge from Lynn's clitoris, I put my tongue under and lapped it up. And then I dove in, licking and sucking from my wife's cunt every drop of Ben's tangy deposit.

Lynn was incredibly aroused again. She still had her shoulders down on the bed, but she was pushing back and up to give me access to her deepest recesses. Her hips were undulating again and I could hear her moaning in the sheets. I imagined that she was clenching the sheets in her fists, but my vision was (wonderfully) occluded.

I rose up and lined my pulsating cock up with Lynn's trembling cunt and then I pounded into her in one hard, gloriously long thrust. She let out a scream but it was obviously a scream extreme pleasure. To tell the truth, I wasn't thinking much about her pleasure right then. I needed to slam her sloppy cunt hard for my own pleasure. I liked it, of course, that this worked well for her. But I was selfishly aiming only at my own pleasure.

Just as Ben had a few moments ago, but perhaps with somewhat more force, I gripped Lynn's round hips and pulled her on and off of my ramrod. I could tell that I wasn't going to last long. I'd been teetering on the edge of an orgasm—sometimes closer, sometimes further away—since this scene started. I had no interest in dragging it out. I wanted to cum, hard and fast, deep in Lynn's cunt—a cunt I'd just cleaned to accept my deposit. Fortunately, Lynn was in no mood for a long lead-up either.

Within a couple of minutes, my cock was exploding in Lynn's pussy. Throughout my orgasm, I clenched her hips tightly while I pumped her full of my cream. I had enough awareness—but only just enough—to know that Lynn had a crashing orgasm at the same time.

We collapsed on the bed and rolled on our sides with my cock still planted deeply in her cunt and my hands still clamped to her hips, pulling her to me. I was still pressing hard into Lynn; it was as if I wanted to make sure that I planted every last seed as deeply as possible in her.

Not surprisingly, Ben recovered first. I saw him get up and leave the room. When he came back a few minutes later, he had more wine for all of us and his chatter—irritating at first—roused Lynn and me. It was only then that my now limp dick slipped from Lynn's snatch. The three of us sat up in bed, drinking our wine and commenting on how hot our sex session had been.

It was only about 9:30, I realized. There was plenty of night before us. Lynn suggested that we shower and then get in the hot tub. It was a good suggestion. We had a relaxing couple of hours—with a lot of charged talk and some petting and teasing—before heading back to bed, armed with refilled glasses of wine, to watch Jay Leno's monologue before getting back to some action.

Between the relaxation of my multiple orgasms, the heat of the Jacuzzi, and too much wine, I was really blitzed by that time. I assumed that Ben and Lynn were in the same state but I hadn't really paid any attention to how much they'd been drinking. Later, I came to suspect that Lynn had been pouring a bit more wine for me than for her and Ben. She had plans and they involved me being relaxed and compliant.

To tell the truth, I could have just fallen asleep at that point. We could have all just drifted off in bed together after the Tonight Show monologue like an old married couple—well, trio—for all I really cared. But Lynn slid down in bed and began sucking my cock and I was soon up for more action (literally). She can be pretty convincing when she wants to be.

After she had me seething with desire again, she wanted me to roll on top of her. She usually doesn't like giving head like this. She feels like she's not in control and it's more like I'm fucking her mouth than that she'd giving me a blow job. But that's what she wanted now, and I wasn't about to deny her.

So, I got up on my hands and knees and Lynn positioned herself under me, with her chest between my knees. She worked my cock with her mouth and hands and fondled my balls with uncommon enthusiasm. And then she started to play with my asshole. First she just dragged her fingernail lightly across my butthole. That made me twitch and jerk from the uncommon sensation. Then, still working my cock with her lips and tongue, Lynn began probing my ass with her fingers. I felt first one finger, then two, begin working in and out of my ass—massaging me and opening me up. It felt good. The ass is a very sensitive and erogenous place.

In the passion of the moment, I'd completely forgotten about Ben. I remembered him when I felt his hands on my hips as he crawled behind me. It was only then that I understood what this was all about. This explained the quickly cut-off conversation between Lynn an Ben in the hot tub when I returned from filling our glasses—though I didn't make that connection until the next day when I was sober.

Ben put his knees between my knees and Lynn's chest and positioned himself close behind me. I felt him smear lube between my cheeks. His fingers replaced Lynn's in my ass as he lubed me inside, too. All the while, Lynn lips were massaging my cock, which was growing even harder from the anal stimulation.

Lynn and Ben had set this up, obviously. But it wasn't as if I was being forced, or even manipulated—except literally, of course. I could have stopped it at any moment. I knew that. It wouldn't have been a problem; it wouldn't have even been especially awkward.

But I didn't stop it. I knelt there feeling Ben probe my ass with his fingers, one, and then two. And then Lynn stopped. Jesus! Suddenly her mouth wasn't on my cock any more. The disappointment of her taking her sweet mouth away from my eager cock wasn't made up for by the feeling of her soft hand on my cock—as good as that felt.

When Lynn had moved up so that her face was right under mine, she used one hand to pull my head so that I was looking directly at her. She was very beautiful; I could see the passion in her eyes and I wanted her terribly. I wanted to fuck her or explode in her mouth. But that wasn't going to happen right now.

Instead, I felt Ben's fingers leave my ass. This was followed by the dull pressure of his cock against my anal sphincter. I looked away from Lynn and closed my eyes but she quickly pulled my head back so I was looking at her. When I opened my eyes, she mouthed the words, "I love you." And that was written even more emphatically on her face. I knew, then, that I wasn't to close my eyes or look away.

So, I was staring into the gorgeous face of the only woman I've ever really loved as I felt Ben gently but insistently press his hard cock into my virgin ass. There was a little discomfort as I opened up to him, but it didn't really hurt. And once I was fully impaled by Ben's shaft, it felt wonderful. There was that rhythmic pressure on the prostate as he fucked me. I'd heard about how that felt, and the reports didn't do it justice. But there was also the sense of being filled up with his hot and hungry cock. That felt terrific, too.