Intrigued by Marcia Ch. 03

It was the morning after the company Christmas party and Allie walked naked into Marcia's bedroom, but for a towel that she was using to dry her hair. Marcia followed behind, and for the first time since late last evening, her licorice black, nearly eight-inch cock was no longer in some sort of erect form. Even in its natural state, Marcia's dick looked impressive, dangling side to side with each step..

"You're welcome to the shower, Dan," offered Marcia, her surgeon-made DD breasts standing unnaturally out from her chest. She smiled as her eyes caught me checking out her naked body.

"Thanks, I will," I said, standing and stretching my tired body. Allie was dressing when I left the bedroom; I closed the bathroom door behind me. The shower water felt warm, and soon I turned it to a colder setting as a wake-me-up.

Both my wife and her assistant were dressed and talking in the living room when I entered. "Thank you both for coming over," said Marcia with a smile. She had changed into a stretchy top and leggings and seemed proud of how both her male and female parts were on display.

Allie said, "And thank you so much for the invite."

I nodded in agreement. "Yes, thanks. That was quite an evening."

Marcia said, "I hope we can get together some other time. Let me know." She pecked Allie on the cheek. I wasn't sure how to react - a handshake would be in order for a guy - so I waited until Marcia led with a quick cheek kiss for me as well.

It seemed normal enough, as her hair was well coiffed, her makeup perfect, and but for the male package bulging between her legs, one would have seen her definitely as a female.

The look on Allie's face told me we would surely play sgain. Allie said, "I'll call you soon."

I began the conversation in the car on the way home. "Wow! That was a very different evening!"

"Hot, fucking hot! At least, for me. I did notice that you loosened up quite a bit last night."

I thought for a moment about the two rounds of sex at Marcia's. "Yeah, I guess I ventured for sure. But, I have to ask, how did you know where Marcia's bedroom is? You led the way in there, remember?"

After a second of hesitation, Allie responded matter-of-factly, "Oh, yeah. Marcia had asked me up there to have a look at her boob job, once the bruising and swelling went down. And when I got there, things got a little out of hand. Jesus, Dan, Marcia was wearing the same leggings that she had on this morning. I couldn't help but to ask about whether she was planning on having her bottom half done too. Marcia said she wasn't sure, and I told her it would be a waste to get rid of that beautiful tool of hers. She ended up asking me if I wanted a go, so I took that big dick for a test drive."

My cock was getting hard, and almost sore from our night with Marcia, as Allie talked. Then, I said, "But you didn't say anything to me about that."

"Yeah, I know. It was just the one time. And, I asked Marcia at the time if she might be interested in having you join in."

"Ahh, I see. So the meeting in your office was all part of the plan?"

Allie laughed out loud. "Oh, babe, I knew that once you saw how beautiful her rack is, that you would be all-in at having a go with her and me."

"Well, you are not wrong," I said, "about wanting to play with her. I would have been happy just to watch you two all night. There is something very erotic about one person having both boobs and a cock, whether they are with a guy or a girl."

Allie chuckled and said, "Yeah, and she has impressive titties at that!"

We got home and it wasn't long until Allie was on the phone with Marcia. Before I knew it, Allie was back and looking very excited. "Hey," she said, "It looks like you're going to get your wish! Marcia is coming over later and you are invited to watch!"

"Really?"

"Yeah. I told her you had said it would be hot to just watch us play. She said it sounds very exciting to have you there but not be able to participate. The only thing for me is, something tells me that you might be too horny to just let us play together without interrupting us. I mean, you did shit last night that I never thought you would."

"That is true. I surprised myself. It would definitely be more difficult to just sit there and watch, since we've already played together."

Allie retorted, "But that's why I think Marcia is right. She and I need to find a way to keep you from interrupting us. She told me that she has some ideas, but only if you are up for it."

My cock was nearly raging in my pants. "Yeah, sure. Why not?."

My wife gave me a quick kiss on the lips and said, "Oh, I LOVE the idea and I don't even know what Marcia has in mind!"

Allie kissed me again and our tongues entwined. I recalled watching the two of them from the night before and found myself dry humping Allie. I suggested, "Maybe we should take this to the bedroom, and blow off some steam."

"Maybe you need to stop rubbing your little cock on anything that might make you go off prematurely, before Marcia gets here." My wife has never referred to my cock as little, and those words cut me like a knife. Her more dominant attitude lately has really done it for me. I knew Allie enjoyed that big black pole, but the thought of being humiliated and dominated by her and someone with both a cock and a set of boobs was exhilarating.

"She's on her way?" I asked. Allie had pulled away from me.

"Yes. I think you need to take one of the chairs from the dining room and set it up somewhere in the bedroom, if you want to watch." Jesus, I thought, this was already getting crazy and I doubt I will be allowed anything more than being a voyeur. I made my way to the dining room and brought one of the chairs upstairs.

When I got to the doorway to our bedroom, Allie was changing. She was pulling up a pair of pink booty shorts over a lime green thong as I set the chair beside our bed, maybe a foot away. Allie removed her bra and pulled a clingy white crop top over her pointy B cups; her nipples barely visible through the thin fabric.

"What do you think?" Allie looked down her body at the camel toe formed by her very snug shorts.

"Fucking gorgeous, Allie," I said, approaching her to give her a hug.

Her hands stopped me cold. "Don't be getting grabby! This is supposed to be about Marcia and me. You are just watching unless you are told otherwise."

That kind of controlling talk has never been part of our play with any of our partners over the years. I actually felt the chemicals flowing through my brain, a warmth fill my chest and immediately my dick began to grow until rock hard.

"Okay, sure," I answered, willing to see how this might go. I shook my head as Allie's smile just grew wider.

Allie turned and offered, "You should get naked so there is no guessing as to what turns you on and what doesn't." I unbuckled my pants and stepped out of them as well as my underwear. I set my shirt on the floor beside my other clothes. The wooden seat was cool on my butt when I sat down. Just then the doorbell rang.

"That will be Marcia! We will be up in a little while. But first, I've got a surprise for you." Allie reached into her top dresser and took out something and walked behind me. I felt her place something on my head and then things went dark.

I felt the elastic snap and realized she had brought out her blindfold. "But, I thought you said I could watch!"

"Oh, I promise, Dan, you will. This is just the appetizer!" Allie looked at my prominent length, pulsing with excitement. "Look! It's working already!" My wife ran her fingers along my turgid shaft, and played with the puddle of precum on my cockhead. Her finger pressed against my lips and into my mouth, where I licked the sticky substance from it, as my wife slid the digit in and out like a small cock. As I suctioned her finger, she kissed my forehead and offered, "That's a good boy. Just wait here."

"Gotta go," was the last thing I heard before the sounds of Allie's feet hurrying down the stairs to the front door. In my darkness, I could hear the whispers and gentle kisses from the front hallway. Giggles and more kisses followed, and I wondered how long they would tease me from afar. At long last, I heard their hushed voices get closer. My heart raced as they neared the room. The girls remained silent once inside our bedroom; only the sound of bare feet moving across the carpet could be made out.

I knew to say nothing and awaited their lead. This would be my newly-alpha wife and her truely alpha lover, and it was not in any way going to be about me today. I kept my hands atop each thigh, and listened to each pounding beat in my chest. My hardness proved to all of us that I wanted whatever they were offering, and I was sure that I had generated more precum from hearing their foreplay. I pictured a stream of juice dripping from my cock head.

In unison, two hands gently wrapped around my wrists; one hand took hold of my right wrist and another grasped my left wrist. Allie's smaller hand placed my hand on her bare midriff. The larger hand set my hand on the six-pack abs of Marcia's broader torso. Again, no sounds to guide me; yet there could only be one reason - tacit permission to 'see by touch' until such implicit permission was revoked.

As each of my hands moved upward, the familiar small, rounded swell of Allie's naked breast met my touch; my fingers slid underneath her crop top and savored the smoothness of her globe. My other hand made it to the satin covered wire of Marcia's larger cup. I pinched Allie's nipple while my other hand fondled Marcia's impressive breast through the bra.

Soft kisses and moans filled the room. "Sorry, babe, I already started undressing my friend downstairs", whispered Allie, in my ear. My cock twitched at her naughty words. How far had they played already?

My own breathing became raspy, and I left their breasts to see how far the two women

had progressed in my absence. When I brushed across waistbands it was obvious they hadn't gone too far. I pointed my fingers downward and slowly delved lower to cup the very wet camel toe of my wife through her thong. Her shorts were long gone.

By that time, the heel of my hand had already located the bulge beneath the stretchy film of Marcia's leggings. The firm knob lying beneath was as impressive as I recalled from memory; it too had made the front of her waistband wet with her precum. "Isn't she beautiful?" asked Allie, in a soft voice, as my right hand followed the tumescent form to its base. Her balls were full and tight; locked and loaded for action.

I nodded and wondered if their plan had changed and I might be as involved as in our last encounter. So, my hands glided around their hips to compare and contrast their differences - Allie's smaller and softer buttocks versus the muscular bubble butt cheeks of her transsexual lover.

I loved the sounds of more kisses between the two as they enjoyed my gentle explorations. Finally, Marcia spoke up. "I think we are ready, don't you Allie?" Her voice was soft and sweet. "I think he is." Each woman took one of my hands and placed it behind my back.

The feel of cold metal and a clicking sound on my left wrist told me that Allie had brought out the seldom used handcuffs she keeps in the bedside table. My right wrist met a similar fate and now I was secured in place behind the the high back chair. Marcia's silky breath filled my ear as she spoke.

""I think you've waited long enough. I know I have." Instantly, the mask was pulled from my eyes, and an overabundance of light filled my senses. I squinted until my eyes corrected, and there in front of me, Marcia and Allie kissed.

It turns out that Marcia's bra was as pink as Allie's shorts; the pushup style formed a large cleavage between her two chocolate globes. The two women were swapping tongues and held each other in a deep embrace. Marcia's mammoth balls made a camel toe of their own in the crotch of her leggings; one plum sized ball on either side of the tight crevice. Her piss slit had formed a large dark stain near the waistband.

Marcia pulled the hem of Allie's crop top up and over her head and tossed it onto the carpet. Allie's nipples were diamond hard and disappeared beneath Marcia's large, ebony fingers. Allie reached around Marcia's broad chest and unhooked her bra, allowing the silicon-infused melons to spring free.

Marcia dropped to her knees and began baby kisses along Allie's midriff and belly. Allie slid Marcia's leggings down to expose her long black dick. Allie bent over and took hold of the veiny shaft and delicately caressed it, as Marcia kissed across the top of Allie's mons. She removed Allie's thong with her teeth.

Marcia turned Allie around by her hips and placed her left hand over the colorful artwork of Allie's tramp stamp. Marcia nudged Allie forward and my wife bent over to display for both of us, her lovely pink rosebud. Allie's long hair fell over her face while she put hands on knees to brace herself for the lingual pleasures of her ebony lover.

Despite my close proximity, the intensity of their intimacy remained locked on one another. No one looked my way for reaction. No one cared what I saw or felt. I might as well have been in another place; my leaking, fully erect cock and drooling precum were for my eyes only. They had barely started when my cock strained at the pressure of its engorged skin.

Marcia's tongue flattened across Allie's crevasse and licked from pussy lips to the softness at the top of her backside. Allie's coos begged for more and Marcia extended her pointy pink tongue directly into Allie's waiting pucker, delving into the wet opening.

Allie's face was buried in the top cover of the bed and her hands stretched out across the cloth while Marcia's large, manly fingers spread Allie's cheeks as wide as able.

Allie called out, "You better get the lube. It is in the drawer over there." Marcia stood, walked around and returned with the tube of jelly ignoring my gaze. Was Allie ready for such an imposing tool? Clearly they had discussed this previously as their words and actions were calm and controlled.

My heart thumps were deafening; each pump registering as another twitch to my already rock hard erection. My cockhead was so angry red that I wondered if one more hesrtbeat might just pierce through the overstretched skin and spew jets of blood everywhere.

Marcia squeezed out a large dollop of goo and spread it over her veiny, rigid pole. Allie remained bent over, but flinched when Marcia's index finger smeared more lube around Allie's pink ring and then slowly pressed into the tight opening.

After accommodating one, and then two fingers, Marcia set her heavy, steel hard dick against Allie's tight pucker. Her right hand glided the cockhead up and down my wife's crevice. Allie's fingers appeared between her thighs and began strumming her pearly pink button. "Do you want Mommy's cock, Allie?" asked Marcia in a soothingly sweet voice.

Allie only nodded, but those words had an effect on her masturbation, which became much faster while her transgendered lover prodded against Allie's restrictive anal opening. My cock leaked like a melting ice cream cone while I gazed at Marcia's enormous cockhead pushing its way past the tight muscles of Allie's ring. Marcia spoke softly, "I will go slow. Just push out like you do on the toilet." Slowly, the pucker relaxed until the aperture widened and allowed the slick ebony knob to ease into her.

On those rare occasions where Allie had allowed me to try to enter her that way, she always rebuked me, saying that I was just too big for her. And now, my slutty wife was biting her hand as she endured what was needed to give her new lover whatever she asked.

At the moment that Marcia's knob disappeared into Allie's rectum, both women let out a long sigh of satisfaction. Allie's pucker eased onto the slightly narrower girth of Marcia's trunk below the thick, mushroomed head, and all movement stopped. Marcia slid both hands along the curves of Allie's buttocks, slowly along the sides of her waist and over Allie's ribcage.

"Oh, that's my good girl, Allie," Marcia softly called out, peering to where their bodies intersected. "Just relax. I've got you." And that was the moment I watched in absolute disbelief, as semen began to spill like lava from my piss slit. It oozed like the flow of toothpaste as one squeezed the tube. I was climaxing, untouched; my cock jerked four or five times as more and more creamy ejaculate spilled down my frenulum, along my shaft, and onto the wooden seat between my legs.

I had actually cum, but without the heady chemical rush that comes with fucking, having it sucked on, or even jacking off. Yes, there was an initial sense of release, but then my attention returned to my wife and her expert lover, who had by then had fed almost three more inches into Allie's rectum.

Allie was now rhythmically thrusting ever so slowly back and forth along Marcia's mighty sword; Marcia's large cocoa hands followed along gripping Allie's hips. A clarity of helplessness overwhelmed me; my hands wriggled behind my back, while my ass, balls and thighs were experiencing my seepage, cooling in a puddle beneath me.

Allie no longer needed to masturbate to generate enough juice to accommodate Marcia's rod. She now stretched her arms above her and gripped the sheets tightly while she received each thrust Marcia offered. Allie's ass rolled forward and back as pain was becoming pleasure. "Fuck, you are so tight, Baby," Marcia moaned, her right hand gliding along Allie's back until she reached the nape of her neck. "I don't think I can last..." My wife uttered nothing but guttural moans; her only response was to place one hand behind her and take Marcia's hand and place it into the curly strands of hair at the back of her head.

Marcia slowly clenched her fingers into a large tuft of Allie's abundant hair, and pulled back until my wife's head was lifted from the bed and arched fully back. Marcia eased every inch of her stump into my wife's willing backside until Marcia's tightly curled pubes met Allie's soft ass cheeks.

Allie's mouth gaped wide, receiving Marcia's entire length. Guttural noises filled the room, and Marcia withdrew all but her knob before plunging once again into Allie's depths. "Oh, FUCK! You are going to get it!" called out Marcia, but in a deeper, manly tone, while her heavy tits bounced wildly.

Another full thrust ensued and then Marcia called out, "Do you want my nut?"

Allie's pained face, drawn back by her lover's might, nodded in sheer ecstasy.

"Tell Mommy what you want," Marcia urged, obviously reaching the point of no return.

My wife responded so loudly, I twitched. "I want your fucking nut! Fill my ass up!" Marcia plunged one more time before her muscular thighs and rounded glutes tensed up while fully buried in Allie's bottom.

"Ohhhhh," she began, staring down to where her coal black hips pressed into the alabaster flesh of my willing wife. "Fuuuuuuckkkkk," she groaned. Only Marcia's ass cheeks moved, squeezing together each time a rope of semen spilled from her man cock and into Allie's warm bowels. Eight or nine more clenches released her slimy load into my wife.

Marcia relaxed her hold on the back of Allie's head, and both lovers fell, one beside the other. Six or seven inches of softening hose flopped out from Allie's bum; burps and farts escaped soon after, along with a deluge of Marcia's slimy goo. Marcia lay back on the bed, her long, dark curls resting on my pillows; her face showing complete satisfaction.

Allie turned toward her lover and gazed at Marcia's spent cock, while dribbles of Marcia's seed ran down Allie's inner thigh. Both Allie's and Marcia's breasts heaved in the afterglow; breaths returned to a more normal pace. I looked down at my deflated cock, the head of which was soaking in my own semen.