Charles

He lifted the oversized t-shirt off and over her head, leaving her topless and in her little pair of lacy panties. I couldn't see but assumed they would be very damp. He kissed her breasts in turn and lifted them upwards towards his large lips, sucking her nipples and then licking around them. Neither of them looked at me. His own t-shirt came off revealing his athletic body as he kissed his way down her torso and his face then disappeared between Tricia's legs. Sideways all I could see was the top of his curly black hair bobbing up and down as he licked between her legs, his hands pushing the panties aside to allow his tongue into her. Of course, I was looking at this sideways so could not see the actual sexual contact which made it even more erotic. Tricia was whimpering.

Charles slid his shorts down and stood up, deliberately turning so that I was given a full view of his cock. I guessed it had to be ten inches long and thick. It couldn't stand to a full erection as the weight made it droop stiffly downwards. His testicles were out of proportion in that they looked small for such a big organ. He smiled when I looked at it.

He whispered, "I want you to have a ringside seat when I do it. I want you up close and smelling the sex, do you hear me?"

When I said nothing, still looking stunned, he snapped much more loudly, "Do you hear me?"

I nodded dumbly.

"Good."

Tricia's pants came off and she was naked too. He swung her around so that she was sitting properly on the sofa facing me and he knelt down to drink between her legs, his bottom facing me and I saw his arsehole, slightly open and dark purple, looking in my direction. I wondered for a moment how a man could ever take another man's cock in that little ring. He stood her up and led her to the bedroom leaving me in the lounge, still clothed. I sat dumbly listening as Tricia was teased and excited, her little gasps of pleasure wafting back through. Not watching was almost as exciting as watching.

I dragged myself to my feet and went to the room. He was on top, his arse still facing me as he kissed her lips and neck. His bottom rising and falling in an automatic motion emulating the sex to follow. I slid my shorts down and pulled my t-shirt off, watching from the door and stroking my cock. I felt excited, humiliated, dirty and jealous. He was astride her shoulders now, his cock looking obscenely large lying across her face. I was at an angle and could see the action. He raised himself and offered his cock to her mouth and with her left hand steadying it, she tried to stuff as much in as she could. She rolled his foreskin back and sucked the purple head, cupping his balls with her other hand.

"God you're a sexy bitch. I bet you've missed my big cock. Did you think of it while he fucked you?"

I saw Tricia's head nod ever so slightly.

"Come here and watch her getting the fucking of her life white boy," he said.

I walked to the end of the bed. He stood and turned to face me, towering over my smaller frame.

"Suck it. Suck her saliva off my cock!"

I looked at him, my eyes watering slightly and looked at the lust in Tricia's eyes. He put his hand on my head and pushed me to my knees. I wanted it. I had to have the thing that was going to service my wife inside me. I put the head in my mouth and he started to forcefully push causing me to gag. He pulled back and let me find my own pace. I started sucking as though I was hungry animal. I needed his flesh in my mouth. Somewhere at the back of my mind the thought of "maybe one day he'll put it inside my hole" registered even though I couldn't see any way it would ever fit it.

He pulled it out and whipped it across my face leaving saliva-laden streaks.

"I'm going to fuck her and you're going to be licking her cunt as I do it."

I stroked my cock frantically. I felt as though I had taken a drug and my head was bursting with euphoria as it took effect.

He made me lie on the bed, then asked Tricia to straddle me in a "sixty-nine" position and suck my cock. He went behind her and his cock was once again in my face along with Tricia's trim cunt.

"Lick her out," he commanded.

I complied, my tongue slurping into her soaking cunt. As I did so, his cock appeared and only two inches away, I watched it start to enter her vagina. Only the head slid in at first and as he tried to push more and more I started to lick his cock and Tricia's cunt. The juices and my saliva were everywhere and I couldn't get enough of the flesh and fluids being presented to me. It took about ten minutes but soon me was embedded into my wife. He started to fuck in earnest and I had to stop Tricia before she had a mouthful of my cum. His fucking was rough and relentless and I was feeling hot down there between Tricia's legs, her fluids dripping on to my face.

Tricia came. It sounded nothing like I had ever managed to make her do. Charles' pace changed too and as my tongue tried to lick his cock I felt the pump of his fluids entering my wife. He groaned a really guttural sound as his pace slowed. When he stopped, his cock slid out and landed, covered in cum and juices, on my face. I wanked furiously as cum dripped out of Tricia and landed on my lips. As I came, I allowed his sperm to enter my mouth and at the point of ejaculation actually stuck my tongue into her to drink as much as I could manage. I had tasted my own but never another man's before but mixed with my wife's juices it tasted like nectar.

Charles climbed off and used a tissue to wipe his cock. He threw the box to me.

"How was that pussy boy?" he said.

I half smiled.

He turned to Tricia and said, "Was it as good as you remember?"

She beamed a smile which said it all.

If Charles felt awkward after the sex, he showed no sign of it as we sat looking at each other afterwards.

"It was good to get a chance to share my cock with both of you," he said. "There's so much more it would like to do but there's still a couple of nights before I move out."

Tricia looked sideways at me and I looked down at Charles' cock now limp but still a weapon of mass destruction, and wondered what he meant.

2.

Next morning Charles was acting as though nothing had happened and, to be honest, Tricia was also chatting away as though pretending she hadn't allowed her ex-boyfriend to shag her in front of me and then humiliate me by making him suck his cock and then lick his cum out of my wife. I stayed quiet and ate my breakfast like a good little boy should.

"I'll see you both later," said Charles as he headed for the door. "Are we having another night in?"

He winked as he said that and headed out, leaving me with Tricia.

"You're quiet," she said.

"It's not everyday you watch your wife being fucked by a large black cock," I replied.

"And you hated every minute didn't you" she said a little sarcastically.

I ate quietly again.

"Well tell me. You cock was as hard as I've ever seen it and I didn't ask you to lick his cum out of me. That didn't seem like the actions of a reluctant husband."

I said little, mainly because I was confused. She was right, of course. I had loved seeing her being stimulated and excited by another man. Even more so, back in our college days I would have paid to see Charles fucking her so my dreams had come true but she was my wife now and also I was confused at how much I had enjoyed actually seeing Charles' cock and also touching it. I wanted his spunk on my face more than anything last night and no one had forced me. My cock was hard yet again and I wondered what the night coming up would bring.

As it turned out I didn't get the chance. Charles phoned to say something had come up with a client and he was the only one available at the weekend to deal with it so he would be late home and not to wait for him. I was strangely disappointed and judging by Tricia's face, I wasn't the only one. We ate quietly and had a bottle of wine before going to bed. I tried to instigate sex and she let me kiss and fondle her before declaring she was tired. I didn't hear Charles come home.

On the Sunday morning we all breakfasted together and he apologised, saying he would make it up to us on that night. He would get the food and cook dinner.

Nothing was said about sex but Tricia decided to have a long soak in the bath late afternoon and I showered thoroughly. Wishful thinking on both out parts, perhaps?

Charles bounced back in, around 6.00pm with steaks, bags of salad and potatoes for baking. He had a big, exotic ice cream dessert and a number of chinking wine bottles. He deposited everything in the kitchen and went upstairs to shower before returning in shorts, baggy t-shirt and flip flops. We were all casually dressed anyway and I went to help him prepare while Tricia watched the tail end of an old movie on television.

As we worked in the kitchen Charles cupped the front of his shorts and said to me, "Did you miss this last night?"

"Probably Tricia did," I replied.

"And you didn't miss getting your hands on it then Liam?"

I blushed and concentrated on mixing the salad.

"I'll take that as a yes then," he said. "The night's young!"

The steak were great, 28 days aged and full of flavour. The wine was good too and we were soon chatting away with the conviviality than a few glasses of good wine creates. Charles slid a blue pill across to me.

"Viagra, Liam. It's great when you are going to have sex. Try it!"

"Am I going to have sex Charles?" I said.

"Trust me, you are Liam," he replied. "I took one earlier and I've got a horn that won't go away."

Tricia looked at me, smiled and said, "Go on, live dangerously!"

I swallowed the pill.

A light flushing started about 15 minutes later though I couldn't say I felt horny. Charles had moved over to Tricia and, while looking at me, deliberately kissed her fully on the lips, his right hand cupping hear right breast.

"You don't mind, do you Liam?"

The question was rhetoric as his hand was up her short skirt and Tricia was flushing as his finger found it's Mark. My breathing was now slightly different and my forehead felt hot. Suddenly I felt my cock rise faster than it had done since I was a teenager. It stood obscenely in my shorts and Charles looked across and smiled.

"I see it's ready for business!"

He stood up, dropped his shorts, pulled off his t-shirt and stood with his thick black cock sticking straight out from his body.

"So's mine," he said. "Come and suck me Liam. I want to see you head bobbing up and down on my cock before I fuck your wife."

It was as though someone was pulling strings and I was a puppet. I stood as though in a trance, dropped my own shorts until I was as naked as him and my smaller cock was like a rod of iron. I walked over and knelt in front of him, gripping his hard cock and wrapping my mouth around it. The initial taste of just skin gave way to a slightly saltier taste as the pre-cum oozed out from the head and my tongue swirled under his foreskin to find it. I was horny, more so than I had been for years. I wanted everything to happen!

Tricia stripped and stood against Charles slightly to the side. I took his cock in my hand and pushed it against her front, the hard flesh pressing into her skin. She also dropped to her knees and took it in her mouth, right beside me, sucking and then offering it to me. I sucked and offered it back. We continued sucking this rigid member for some five minutes or so. He lifted her up and started to kiss her almost violently, the slurping sounds echoing around the room interspersed with Tricia's gasping and panting. Still on my knees I could see his long black fingers slide into her wet cunt, stretching and probing. I knelt, watching, stroking my own cock which was so hard, it hurt.

He led Tricia through to the room as he had done the last time, making no reference to me and left me where I was on the floor. I meekly followed.

Tricia was pushed down on the bed and he knelt before her pushing her legs apart and pressing his mouth to her gaping cunt. Her legs were almost obscenely up in the air in a "V" shape as he did this and I walked around, cock in hand to watch closely as he worked on her gaping slit with his long tongue. Tricia was whimpering, the sound rising and falling as his tongue played with her clitoris. I decided to attempt to involve myself so climbed on to the bed to offer my cock to her mouth. She wrapped her lips around it and started to suck but I felt her attention was more focused on Charles and his long tongue than on my cock.

"Fuck her," he suddenly said.

"What?" I responded, not sure if I had heard him correctly.

"I want to watch you fuck her," he insisted.

I climbed off the bed and lifted Tricia into a more normal, missionary position for fucking.

"Do her doggy," he commanded.

I did as I was told and Tricia swung around on all fours while I climbed on her back and steadily slid my cock in her hole.

"Yea that's great. Fuck her hard and let me hear her cum," he said.

I started to pump into Tricia and felt Charles' hand on my buttocks, pushing me. His fingers started to probe downwards and he pushed against my hole. It hurt and I said so. Charles likes to get what he wants so he withdrew his fingers and I continued to fuck. It was no more than 30 second before I felt the coldness of KY lubricant on my hole and his finger pushing in once again. It was strangely exciting and for some reason actually increased my erection so I tried as hard as I could to relax and let him finger me. As the lubricant softened he was able to slide in and out much more easily until I was aware of a slight stretching. I told him he was hurting.

"I'm not surprised mate, I've got three fingers in you!"

That news actually excited my and I fucked Tricia all the more, using all my experience to try to bring her to a climax. She was enjoying the fuck, I was sure, but I just couldn't get her to orgasm. I slowed to a steadier pace and felt Charles climb on the bed, I assumed to take over. I was wrong. I felt his cock against my hold and the push of hard black flesh attempting to enter me.

"I don't think I manage..."

That was as far as I got before the head of his cock pushed into me and I yelled. I tried to pull back but I was embedded in Tricia at the front and he was at the back, his hand firmly holding my hips.

"Be patient," he said.

He held his cock stead and the initial shock eased.

"Keep fucking her and I'll hold my cock steady," he said.

I did that and found a weird pleasure as my cock slid into Tricia and as I pulled back, I impaled myself on Charles. The pain took on a new dimension and had a stimulating quality to it until I was ramming hard into Tricia and hard back into Charles. I had no idea how much of his cock was in me but it felt like the whole ten inches was inside me. It probably wasn't but my poor hole was stretched in a way it was never meant to be.

I was going to cum and I told him so.

"No you fucking ain't," he said and stopped, pulling his cock out.

He pulled me off Tricia and immediately sunk his cock straight inside her. Once more I was on the sidelines watching and wanking. I had an idea and took the KY squeezing a dollop on my finger and rubbed it on his arse.

"You can finger but you're not fucking, ok?" he said.

I fingered his hole. He was tight and I struggled to get more than one finger inside him, however I found his upward thrusting on to my finger erotic.

Tricia easily managed to orgasm with Charles inside her. Her nails dug in his back and she called out for him to fuck her harder as she almost screamed to climax. I was close too and so wanted to cum.

I moved behind him and pressed my cock against his arse as he continued to fuck Tricia, just stroking it up and down against his hole. I was very close now. He announced his imminent ejaculation into Tricia so I held my cock and pushed against his arse plunging into him as I was cumming. My spunk shot pulse and after pulse of cum inside his hole just as he was shooting into Tricia and trying very hard to get off my cock.

I withdrew quite quickly while he was trying to come down from his orgasm and his language was not very choice.

"I figured, Charles, that you might enjoy some of the things you have been offering me over the last couple of days," I said.

He cursed under his breath and headed for the toilet. I looked at Tricia and we both burst into laughter.

"I suppose what's good for the goose etc etc," she said and we laughed again.

Charles was quite quiet for the rest of the evening and when he left the following day there was a curt farewell and off he went.

I feel really weird about the whole incident especially my venture into the bisexual side of things. Tricia said it turned her on, Charles has made himself scarce and we've started looking on some of the swingers sites to see if we can find some more considerate partners. I figure, however, that once he calms down, we may see even more of Charles in the future.