Bad Wife

"You like it?" My wife caught me checking out his erection. "You seem to like what you see! Good. That will make everything even MORE fun!" As Deanna reached out to me, she pushed him toward me. Before I could stand, she guided him right in front of me. I was already wondering what they had planned, who was going to do what with him first – and wondering if I would be able to watch.

Before I could say anything, she introduced him. "Honey, meet TJ."

Looking up from my knees, startled and a bit confused, I could only say "Nice to meet you." As I spoke, I realized that his hard-on was in front of my face just as I was instinctively reaching up to shake his hand!

Stopping in mid-motion, I blankly looked at the girls, ending with Deanna. Laughing, she reached out to take my hand – and put it on the cock staring back at me! I jerked away from it like it was on fire, stammering "what? No. you... I... can't. won't."

"Can. Will. Turnabout, remember?" (Why was I so fond of this Deanna again?) "You should start. We want to see, remember?" This last as she pulled my wife clearly into my line of sight, placed a hand between her thighs, and delivered what can only be described as a luscious kiss.

But...

"But what?" I asked myself. They had me. I had noticed him. He did have a great body. And that cock. Something about it looked... different than I thought one would. From this angle, that is! Tentatively, I moved my hand back to touch it. No surprises, it felt pretty much like mine did. Wrapping my hand around it, I noticed that it was pretty firm. Really firm. Just then, I heard a soft sort of moan. I looked up to see him looking down at me. This had to be killing him. "How can you stand just waiting with these two naked and dripping wet right beside you?"

"It's okay. Them I don't mind. It's YOU that got me like this."

Then I remembered. Naked. I was still naked. On my knees in front of this guy, naked, with my hand around his stiff cock. An accidental light squeeze when I remembered that little fact, and he thrust toward me ever so slightly as another of those sounds came from him. What was I doing here?

Still looking down, he said "These two are okay. You I can't take for much longer just standing here. They said I could have whatever I wanted with you. I have some ideas if you don't..." The look in his eyes caused visions to spring into my head. Visions of him behind me trying to get this cock in my ass while the girls just watched and reminded me to try to enjoy it! It was then that I decided.

I began to slowly, lightly, stroke him to see how it felt. He immediately fell into rhythm with me, trying to get the most out of the little bit I was doing. As I started to move, the girls backed up and sat on the floor on opposite sides of us. An audience. I'm naked, on my knees, fondling the erection of a young guy I just met, and I have an audience – one of whom is the wife I just finished watching have sex with her best friend.

Might as well make the most of it, I realized. So I started paying attention. And speeding up my motion. Who was I kidding? I wasn't fondling him now. I was giving him a hand job. That I know how to do. You don't live in the house with a sexual female and not spend lots of time getting yourself off. Some part of me stopped caring that I was servicing another guy, and wanted to make sure he enjoyed himself. This kid was gonna get off today, that's for sure. And it didn't look like it was going to take long, either.

Speeding up my stroking, I looked up at him to see that he was clearly enjoying this. Just then he opened his eyes and looked down at me and said "I saw the pictures of you at school in your wife's room. I commented on you. Said I'd like to meet you when I heard some of the stories. Never thought I'd see you like THIS, though. He grinned. "You do that pretty well for a beginner."

"Beginner" I'll show you who's a beginner", I thought. I reached around and grabbed his butt as I worked to bring him to orgasm. As it became obvious that he was nearly there, I realized my predicament. I was on my knees right in front of him, jerking him off, deliberately trying to get him to come. This could get messy. So I stopped.

"What?! Don't stop. It's so nice. Feels so good. I'm almost there. Please. You have to finish."

"Oh, I'm gonna finish all right." As I reached out and grabbed his hips. Leaning forward, I slid my lips around the head of his cock and tried to look up to see his reaction. I realized it wasn't easy to look UP when I was trying to slide my mouth DOWN around his cock. I didn't need to worry, though. As soon as the head of his dick was in my mouth, he moaned so loud there wasn't any doubt how he felt about it!

"Deanna, LOOK!" from my wife. "OH MY GOSH" from her friend. Apparently I caught them by surprise with this little trick.

And me? I realized this wasn't so bad after all. I kind of liked the way it felt. His erection all hard and kind of soft/smooth at the same time. There. What was that? If I stopped moving for a second, I could feel a... throbbing. His pulse? Him getting ready to come? I couldn't wait long, I wanted to feel him sliding against my lips and tongue again. Bad. How far down can I go? Wow. I can feel his dick against the back of my throat. No, IN my throat. This is cool. Fun. Hot. I'm going down on a GUY. I'm giving a blowjob. This is almost as nice as eating pussy. I could

"NO!"

(what?)

"I'm gonna."

(oh, it's him)

"Come any second."

He pushes my head back, trying to pull out. Except I'm not going. I like this. I wanna see what's next. And now, to top it all off, this guy I'm sucking off has my head in his hands and is figuring out that I'm not stopping. He's going with it. Heck, he's... he's, oh god, it's like he's fucking my mouth – holding my head, thrusting in and out of my mouth. This is GREAT. Lips. Suck harder. More tongue. He is in and out of my throat – and I LIKE it. No wonder my wife enjoys this so much!

"gonna"

Any second. I can feel it.

"come"

Wait. Suck? Swallow? How do I do this?

"NOW!!"

I can feel him start to spasm just before I start to taste him. Warm. Sticky. Salty. Nice. Suck. Swallow. Whatever you call it, I LIKE this stuff and gotta get all of it.

As he stops jerking, I feel him start to soften in my mouth. Still, I suck to get every drop. When I know he's done, I slide my lips back off of him, slowly. Savoring every inch. As he pulls out, I get one last lick in on the head of this gorgeous cock. Gorgeous? I don't know. I've only seen mine and his. I just know I like his! He looks down and just grins that silly post-come grin all guys have.

I remember that my wife and Deanna are in the room with us, and look over. My wife is just staring, her jaw slack. Deanna still has her hand between her legs, lips spread, most of her fingers working on her own orgasm.

"Wow." My wife apparently approves. "That was... amazing. I had no idea you would to that."

"Me either." I replied "But I did get some great ideas. Thanks."