A Happy Throuple

The picture on the profile was different; a very good looking couple in their early to mid forties, sitting in a place that looked like an exotic restaurant. He was wearing a muscle T-shirt, she wore a very sexy summer dress, showcasing their amazingly hot bodies, both smiling happily at the camera with their faces totally unedited. They both radiated confidence, experience and warmth. My heart started beating faster.

I opened the message. The first thing I noticed was that it was written in Norwegian, and then there was the titillating content:

Hi there. My husband and I have read your profile. Loved it. Looks like you could be a perfect match for us. If you're interested, send us the untouched version of your hot lingerie pic and please confirm that you are really willing to let my husband fuck your hot ass with his thick, 24 cm cock as hard and as much as he wants. Once we have your confirmation, you will receive a formal invitation and further instructions for a trial session with us.

Hope to hear from you soon.

Kari & Ken

For those of you who call football, soccer; twenty-four centimeters is about nine and a half inches. I did this conversion free of charge. If you want me to do the rest, you need to send me proof of donation of five bucks to any animal shelter for each conversion.

Now, some of you might think that I shouldn't give you exact measurements of tits and cocks, but I love those funny squishy, cushy bouncy things. I love cocks, balls, clits, pussy folds, tits, nipples, perineums, assholes, lips and yes, I sometimes enjoy smaller ones but mostly I enjoy the larger ones. I think since I am writing this story it's only fair to brag about my asshole being able to handle a huge dick. Right?

Back to the story:

You really don't appreciate the true enormity of a cock until you have it right in front of your face. I probably thought that having fucked myself with a seventeen centimeter dildo had prepared me to tackle any cock that came my way. Ignorance is bliss. I was shaking with excitement. By the third time I read the message, my mouth had run dry and my cock had grown painfully hard. I clicked on Kari and Ken's profile with trembling fingers, then read it over and over again.

Here is the gist of what I can remember:

biboy4hotduo:

42/M 47/F Helsingør, Denmark

About us:

We are a married, easy going, adventurous, athletic, good looking and always horny couple. We enjoy sexy, quiet evenings, love watching movies at home, traveling, working out and hiking. We don't do drugs, drink moderately and smoke occasionally. We are extremely horny and have sex several time every single day. We are both bisexuals with lots of experience.

Interested in:

We are looking for a young man for hot, long sex sessions with both of us.

Before you contact us, please make sure that you are:

1) healthy, polite, fit, virile and good looking.

2) not older or look older than 21.

3) obedient, willing to try various fetishes (no pain or bodily harm).

4) bisexual and not just bi-curious or orally bi (experience not necessary).

5) willing to let both of us fuck your ass as much, as long and as often as we want.

6) willing to fuck both of us.

After reading the profile, I felt flattered and very lucky that this amazingly hot and selective couple were interested in me. I closed my laptop and went to the kitchen to get a cold beer. I closed my eyes, picturing Ken and Kari in my mind. Ken, fucking me with his huge dick. Me, fucking Kari's brains out. I wanted to jerk off to get rid of my hard on, but I had to reply to their message first. It took me a few seconds to swallow an entire can of beer before I rushed back to my laptop.

My fingers were still shaking as I typed:

Dear Kari and Ken,

I hereby confirm that I am sincerely looking forward to having Ken fuck my ass with his 24 cm cock. My ass belongs to both of you. Hoping to receive your invitation soon.

Hornily yours,

Leo

Who the heck is Leo? It's me; your friend the storyteller. Sorry, I forgot to properly introduce myself. Hi, my name is Leo. Nice to meet you. Now back to the story.

I attached the unedited, famous lingerie photo to my message and clicked send. Then... panic attack! Did I mess this up? Was my reply too short? Funny? Unfunny? Fuck!

A minute passed in slow motion before I realized that I already had a new mail waiting for me in my inbox:

Hi Leo, LOL! Funny, and cute. You're such a hottie. Wow!

Ok, is this it? Where's the invitation? Oh, I have a new message:

Dear Leo,

You are cordially invited to join us for a trial sex session, tomorrow (Friday, June 8, 9 pm) at our house. If we click, you'll be staying with us for the weekend. Don't forget to pack an overnight bag and bring your sexy lingerie.

You will receive our address tomorrow afternoon.

See you soon,

Kari & Ken

After devouring a second beer, I finally stopped shivering. What had just happened seemed like a dream, only it wasn't a dream. I checked Ken and Kari's profile again to make sure it was legit. Not only it seemed to be legit, it was unique in its layout and candor. It took me a while to fall asleep that night, but I had to go to work the next day and be ready and rested for my fateful audition for Kari and Ken. I finally fell asleep around 2 am and woke up at the crack of dawn, 4:30 am.

Chapter 3

Now, back to the part where I rushed home from work to check my inbox. I did receive an alert on my phone around 2 pm, confirming that I had received a new message from Kari and Ken, and there it was, their address. There was no phone number, which actually was a relief, because I sometimes get really nervous talking on the phone with people I don't know too well.

Considering how shy I was back then, I have no idea how I got the courage to show up for a sexathon with two complete strangers. I was on autopilot; hormonal cruise control! Not talking on the phone also added to the excitement and gave the whole thing an aura of mystery.

I googled the address. It was in a secluded area near Helsingør, Helsingborg's neighboring city in Denmark. Fun fact; Helsingør, also known as Elsinore is the setting for a little play called Hamlet. It would take me about an hour and a half to get to Ken and Kari's place. I washed my car, got a haircut and bought a new shirt.

It was a perfect day for driving; green everywhere, pleasantly warm and fresh air. Then I boarded the ferry that connects Sweden and Denmark. When I arrived in Denmark, I realized that with all the excitement I had forgotten to eat all day, which turned out to be a good thing. Having anal sex with a full stomach is not a very smart idea. I stopped at a coffee shop for a Cappuccino and a muffin, then drove on to Ken and Kari's place.

I drove past farmsteads, old farms, modernized farms and then turned right into a long, narrow road. The road was twisty, but beautiful. No houses or buildings of any kind for a long stretch, then suddenly a closed gate appeared out of nowhere. As I drove closer to the gate, I realized that there were two cameras installed on metal posts on each side.

I stopped, pulled down my window and the gate opened automatically. I drove past a few small ponds and finally ended up on a driveway that stretched along a large, gorgeous man made pond and an astonishing, white, contemporary, two story house. A meticulously landscaped, modern style garden surrounded the house and a stone walkway connected the whole property to a gazebo by the pond.

Kari and Ken had to be extremely well off to afford such a place. I was so astounded by my surroundings that I didn't notice the graceful figure standing on the patio in front of the house. It was Kari, waving at me as I parked my car at the end of the driveway.

The first thing that caught my eye as I walked toward her was her exquisitely tall and athletic shape. She was wearing a sheer lavender open front babydoll with matching panties and high heels. Her legs were long, and she had the thighs and calves of a fitness model or an exotic dancer. Her breasts looked round and firm, not too huge, but appeared larger because of her flat stomach and narrow waist.

I still don't know her actual breast or bra size, I never ask a lady or a gentleman about the size of their private parts. If they offer that information I will remember, but otherwise I don't carry a measuring tape with me. I know double D is big and A is small. In Kari's case she is smaller than double D and much larger than A. What Kari's breasts are exquisitely shaped with pink areolae and slightly darker rubbery nipples that look as if they will shoot out of her boobs when they get hard.

Sorry, going a bit too fast. I hadn't seen her naked breasts yet, but I could see her firm triceps and shoulders, her delicate neckline. She wore her lively golden hair in a loose bun, which in contrast with her naturally tanned skin created a spellbinding image that made me dizzy with euphoria.

"Hello Leo," she said with a dazzling smile, showing her perfect teeth, caressing my aural and carnal senses with her celestial voice.

When you fantasize about the perfect woman, what do you see in your mind? Do you remember that beautiful blonde I asked you to picture earlier? Do you recall her prettier sister? Now picture their hot, incredibly well-aged mother. Her classy hairstyle, her long eyelashes, her lavender eyeshadow, her ravishing green eyes, her pouty lips, her glossy pink lipstick and matching nail polish, her exquisite hands and fingers, her intoxicating perfume, all that and everything else about her gave her an ethereal aura of eroticism.

You think I'm overdoing it? No. Quite the opposite. You already know that I am a sucker for hot, older women. She was standing there looking like some kind of mother-angel- stripper hybrid in her sexy babydoll, knowing well that she already had me at hello, and looking genuinely pleased to see me. All right. I did my best to describe her. She looked like that two years ago, and she looks even hotter today.

"Hello?" she sang to me it seemed. "Earth to Leo!"

"Oh, I'm sorry," I snapped out of my trance. "It's me. I mean I'm... hi... hello."

"God," she giggled. "You're so cute. Shy?"

"Me?" I mumbled nervously. "Yes. No. Yes?"

Kari looked at me and laughed softly. It was an infectious, melodious laugh. I looked at her and laughed too. She walked over to me, grabbed the back of my head with one hand and pulled me in. I almost fainted when her lips landed on mine. Her tongue immediately stroked my teeth and entered my mouth.

The sensation of her warm breath against my skin made my legs weak. She then pulled her face back and paused. I stepped forward, grabbed the back of her neck and kissed her back. We kissed for what seemed like an eternity, but in reality was probably more like two minutes tops.

We had only just met and already exchanged saliva, actually a lot of saliva. She was deliberately filling my mouth and leaving me no choice but to swallow. Being a shy guy, I hesitated to return the wet sentiment, but when I finally let my saliva dribble into Kari's mouth, she responded with a sexy muffled moan. I had only been with one woman and she really didn't like to exchange anything, let alone bodily fluids. I was already smitten, taken, all hers. Drinking her saliva only felt natural.

"Oh," she exhaled, pulling back again. "You just scored a million points!"

"Good kisser?" A booming, manly voice startled me. It was Ken, standing right behind me.

"I believe we hit the jackpot," Kari replied, smiling radiantly at her husband.

"Ken," the handsome man said, then stepped forward and shook my hand. "You must be Leo."

I must be. Must I? I nodded sheepishly and mumbled, "Hmm, Leo. Meet you. I mean nice to meet you. Very nice meeting you."

Before I could make an even bigger fool of myself, Ken grabbed the side of my shoulders and pulled me into his chest. He held me in a tight embrace and gently kissed me on my forehead. Standing right next to us, Kari placed her fingers under my chin and pushed my face up. I was now gazing directly into Ken's piercing brown eyes.

There it was; my first physical contact with another man. A handsome, strong, muscular and gentle hunk of a man. His eyes were calm. He radiated a sense of confidence, strength and a calming gentleness that I had never seen in anyone before. He was older than he looked in his picture. The sides of his dark brown, thick head of hair had turned grey, like Mister Fantastic of the Fantastic Four.

Picture Pierce Brosnan. Not the James Bond era Brosnan. The Ghost Writer, November Man Brosnan; Ken is just as handsome and suave, but a bit more muscular. He was wearing the sexiest white T-shirt and white shorts, which clung tightly to his well-defined muscles and enormous bulge.

I think that I fainted for a second when he brought his face down to mine and kissed me. Up until that moment, I had doubts about actually kissing a man. I always dreamed of getting fucked by a man, but didn't know if I would enjoy kissing a man. Luckily my first male on male kiss was with Ken. Gentle, strong, loving and erotic beyond words.

Kari had one hand under my chin, her other hand was stroking the back of my head. Her face was close enough to mine to feel her titillating breath on my cheeks. Then I began to shudder and moan involuntarily when her smooth tongue touched my earlobe.

Suddenly my legs felt like jello. I would have probably fallen for real if it weren't for Ken's tight embrace. Our hard, strong bodies pressing against each other and it felt just right. I love embracing women, but a caring man's embrace feels different, makes me feel safe, secure and taken care of.

Kari traced her tongue slowly up and down my neck as her husband explored my mouth with his tongue. "Arms up," Kari directed, moving behind me. I obeyed her order automatically. She grabbed the hem of my T-shirt and pulled it up.

Ken broke our deep kiss, stepped back and took off his T-shirt while his wife removed mine. I believe I started hyperventilating -but I can't remember for sure because things were happening so fast- when Kari unbuckled my belt and pulled my jeans down to my ankles. Placing her hand on my left butt cheek right inside and below the waistband of my briefs, Kari pushed me forward and I stumbled out of my jeans.

Ken looked at my bulge and smiled as he removed his shorts. Before I could appreciate the beauty of Ken's amazing body and his incredible bulge, Kari started dragging her fingers slowly up and down my hard shaft through my briefs. With all the kissing and petting I had forgotten how hard my cock had become, but now I was terribly self conscious about standing there almost naked between Ken and Kari.

When Ken pulled down his briefs, I forgot all about my nakedness and everything else around me. His cock was not only huge, but it was a work of art, the very epitome of masculinity. It was cut, like mine, but the stormtrooper helmet shape of its head was more beautiful, the veins more pronounced, the whole thing thicker, balls fuller and larger than my cock.

I was so awestruck by the sight of Ken's naked manhood that I almost didn't realize that Kari had pulled down my own briefs from behind me. She looped her fingers around the very base of my shaft while she caressed my ass cheek and then abs with her other hand.

"He's so fucking hot!" Ken said to his wife as he stepped closer to me.

"Yes, he is," Kari replied as she gave my cock a couple of shakes with her beautiful, warm fingers.

I couldn't believe that these amazingly hot people were praising me like I was the best shit in the room. I was standing between them like a fool, in kind of a trance, not saying a word or a praise as they touched and kissed and praised me.

This was not at all how I imagined things would go that day. I thought that we would meet, talk and drink for a while. I was preparing to talk about my favorite movies, musicians and type of food. But now my dream woman was holding my dick in her hand and a demigod was approaching me with the most amazing, beautiful and impressive schlong that I had ever seen.

"Are you ok Leo?" Ken asked as he grabbed the side of my arms and pulled me into him again. I licked my lips and tried to say something. Maybe I did, but honestly can't remember. Our cocks touched for a brief moment before mine rested against his muscular abs.

"Oh, god!" I exhaled sharply when I felt Kari's wet tongue dragging up and down the crack of my butt.

She was still holding my dick by the root with one hand, and now fondling my balls with the other while licking my ass crack and cheeks with her wet tongue. Bending his knees slightly, Ken leveled his cock with mine, grabbed both of our cocks in one hand, squeezing them together. Kari's tongue moved slowly up my back until it reached the top of my neck, swirled around my earlobe and then stopped.

Then I felt her teeth on my ears, pulling gently on my earlobe, then her tongue again. Her fingers moved up my shaft, replacing Ken's fingers around our cock heads. Ken looked down at our cocks for a moment before kissing me again. Kari moved to our right side and squatted down to get a better grip on our throbbing dicks.

Suddenly she grabbed my dick tightly in her left hand and Ken's in her right one. I shuddered visibly when Kari gathered a big gob of saliva in her mouth and started spitting on our dicks, repeatedly. She slammed Ken's slobbery cock on mine a few times, then slapped Ken's dick with mine.

I placed my right hand on her shoulder and boldly pulled the strap of her babydoll down her arm until her right breast sprung free. That's when I saw the pink areola and slightly darker, rubbery hard nipple that I mentioned before.

She looked up at me, smiled and husked, "Naughty boy. I like that. Can't wait to have you suck on my titties."

While Ken massaged the back of my neck with his strong hands, I reached for his left butt cheek, then grabbed and squeezed it tightly. I placed my other hand on the back of Kari's head, caressing her hair very gently. She was having the time of her life, rubbing our cock heads and shafts together, slapping one dick with the other, spitting on them and stroking them.

"Oh," I groaned. The sensory overload of this impromptu welcome party was proving too much for me to handle. I was about to come and warned my new friends about what was about to happen.

Ken let go of me and took one step back, and Kari released her husband's cock but continued to stroke mine. She spit on my cock one more time, then looked up at me again and husked,"Squirt your cum all over his dick sweetie."

Before Kari finished her sentence I started shooting five or six thick heavy loads of cum all over Ken's pubes, abs, balls and cock. Watching my white semen splash against another man's junk was something that I had never though about, but it was amazingly erotic.

Kari used two fingers to scoop up my thick goo from her husband's privates, then rubbed it evenly all over his enormous shaft. She then moved her face closer to Ken's cock head and licked his pee hole. Using my cum as lubricant she started to Jack off Ken's pulsating dick. I moved one step closer, thinking it was only fair to let Ken shoot his load all over me. But Kari had other plans for me.

"Squat down here next to me," she directed me and I obeyed. "Suck on it. Just the head. Keep it in your mouth until he comes."

And ladies and gentlemen, that was the moment when I finally had my first taste of cock. I squatted down until I looked right into Ken's flaring pee hole, the eye of his dick. I looked at it before I sniffed it. The sharp smell, ah that powerful fragrance, it would probably not sell well as a perfume, but there is something about a wet cock's smell, most probably the pheromones that makes me drunk with lust.