Last Tango in Hoboken

"No matter what you're thinking about, it's only kinky the first time." I have no idea who said that but in my personal experience that does seem to have been the case. Some pervy thing that might start out as an unthinkable episode from a wet dream suddenly presents itself. Maybe just a passing thought. Or even a long suppressed, filthy fantasy. Think of all the taboo things in your own sexual imagination for something to consider. The thought of trying that new and obviously depraved thing makes its way through the layers of your brain until it gets to a point where some unfiltered agent says, "sure, why not?"

Sometimes it's a bust. Other times it might be so mind bogglingly hot that the next time around that whole process gets reduced to this sort of short hand. You might try it again with just a bit less hesitation. And again after that. Finally, tinged with an ever decreasing amount of shame it gets written into your to do list. In time, it becomes part of who you are. Masturbation. Being naked. Eating pussy. Fucking. Anal sex. Sucking cock. Fucklicking. Creampie eating. Take your pick. After a few repetitions they all became part of our repertoire. Nothing to be sorry about except possibly having waited too long to try any of them. Of course we did have our own limits. Kids, pets, poop, extreme pain or harm... those things were never under consideration and not missed in the least. You can be happily depraved without actually being a sick fuck.

I think about this time with David, a friend my wife and I got involved with in a drunken summer weekend some time in August. Now it was December and we could mark our progress by the number of inhibitions that had fallen like so many dominoes in the time since. From day one, David and I would take turns fucking my wife, one waiting politely while the other had a turn then jumping in when it was the others chance to go. Later on there'd be no such need to cue up. David would lie on his back as Lisa would straddle him and let him enter her cowgirl style. I'd get behind her and take turns fucking her as well. There was some talk of trying a DP but my wife, petite thing that she is, was too nervous to give that a try. Instead, I'd rub my cock on her asshole as she fucked David, happy to just enjoy the view and tag along with the sensations as he took her for a ride.

Almost inevitably, the guys started sucking each others cocks. At first, tentatively with a "I don't know if this is a good idea" attitude then with a surprising amount of unbridled lust when we realized that the sight of us sucking each other off resulted in my wife furiously masturbating on her way to what looked like a mind blowing orgasm. That was all the encouragement we needed. Soon, it was something we did as a matter of course. Remember, "...it's only kinky the first time."

And honestly, once we got past the initial hesitancy of the "oh shit, now I'm a faggot" stage and progressed to "who gives a fuck what we do anyway" I found that I really liked sucking his cock. Dipped in my wife's pussy and soaked in her essence it was completely irresistible. Having my wife jerk off as she watched him fuck my face was an exercise in triangulated depravity. Filthy. Depraved. Something to write about in my journal.

We were now into the third day of a long weekend. None of us had gone outside or even worn a stitch of clothes since the day David arrived. Lisa hadn't wasted any time as she started rubbing David's crotch as he walked in the door and progressed to a welcome home blowjob. I reflexively started to stroke my cock and watch as he filled her mouth. As far as I can tell, there's no name for jerking off as you watch your wife getting busy sucking and fucking but there really should be.

If you look at any of the references from current porn, you might be tempted to classify me as a cuck. As is generally the case with humans, things were more complicated than that. The modern stuff is full of abuse, humiliation and scorn. These poor guys watching as their wives get fucked by "real men." This was bullshit, at least for me. Even though some of the sexual activities might look the same, I neither enjoyed, wanted or would have tolerated the least bit of disrespect at all. If anything, I always had the feeling that they were performing for my benefit. I liked treating my wife like a whore (and I mean "whore" in the kindest, most positive sense of the word. For a longer and less loaded description, think "sexually adventurous") and as far as I could tell, it was a role that she seemed to cherish as well.

And it happened to coincide with me coming out as bisexual (to myself, my wife and a few close friends that mattered). The fact that I had this intensely intimate connection with both sexes meant that I never had to wander off into gay bars, or bath houses or run the risk of clumsily coming on to people who may or may not have been of the same persuasion. Gay men have incredibly fine tuned perceptions for identifying potential partners. Bi guys are generally clueless. All the label does is identify that you're open to a particular category of sex without any of the community standards or support.

So I always felt lucky that this particular fusion of exhibitionist and voyeur came together in a just the right mix for us. And of course it was always understood that I could and would jump in whenever I wanted. To cum on her face. Or Davids, or both and have them suck my cock to clean me up. It had taken months of trial and error to get to this stage of thoughtless depravity but ultimately it was almost scary how well matched we all were.

Over the last few days we'd both fucked her more times that I could count. Sometimes cumming on her face or the crack of her ass or her tits but just as often, deep in her pussy. By now she'd drained our balls so much that she had a steady stream of cum dripping down her thighs whenever she got up to walk. She was embarrassed by that. Always made sure to have a towel to sit on and a box of Kleenex so she could make these futile attempts to clean up. By now on a Sunday night, the three of us were a sweaty, cum drenched mess. We were trying to decide if we should give it another go... it was late and we all had work the next morning but we were young and ridiculously horny. We decided to have one last bit of fun before calling it quits and hitting the showers.

I started to suck his cock to get him hard. By now this had become a familiar ritual for us with Lisa rubbing her pussy and getting predictably wet at the sight. Before you jump to any conclusions, I absolutely love women. It's an occasionally annoying quality of being bi that we appreciate both genders but unlike with women, David was the only guy I'd ever done anything of the sort with. That gave him the additional qualities of discovery and novelty. Before then, I never knew what precum tasted like or what a stiff, hard cock did to put you into a mindlessly submissive state as it rammed into the back of your throat. And with Lisa watching and jerking off at the sight, it just got exponentially hotter. Up until then, guys had always been gross, hairy things, not on my radar for sex of any sort. It was only over time and experience that I got to appreciate the differences. The first time he grabbed my head and "forced" me to suck his cock, I immediately knew the set of feelings he had that had generated that and was happy to do whatever I could to comply. I'd always wanted to that to my wife but I knew that with her preference for gentle sex and an outsized gag reflex that was never going to work. Going down on Lisa, I could make her ooh and moan and feel her arousal grow by the minute. Her response would be to run her fingers through my hair and gently press me closer (which drove me crazy!). At that particular moment in time I couldn't decide which one I liked better but was feeling particularly blessed that I had the chance to do both.

Now it was time to go down on Lisa. Like I mentioned, I really loved going back and forth between the two of them... cock and pussy. Suck and lick. Salty and sweet. Switching from one to the other until he was rock hard and she was soaking wet. I thought, "this was as close to a feeling of accomplishment as you could get without your clothes on." I felt like I was born for this. Vanilla folks, god bless 'em, would never know what they were missing.

Unexpectedly, Lisa locked her knees together.

"What's wrong?" I had to ask.

"Listen, both of you have been fucking me all weekend. I'm soaked with a dozen loads of your cum... I'm not real sure what the rules of etiquette are for this."

That did give me something to think about. I'd tasted David's cum before, so that was no big deal. And I'd gotten to be extraordinarily fond of sloppy seconds. I remember cringing the first time I stuck my cock in her and felt this warm, velvety embrace of his cum intermixed with mine and decided that wow, this isn't so bad... I could actually get used to it. Fucking my sweet, lovely wife with her pussy full of a weekend's worth of cum turned out to be one of those secret, filthy fantasies that you get to daydream about while you're waiting on line to pick up an order of Chinese food.

"I feel like such a slut..." she whispered when David was just out of earshot, the barest hint of a smile telling me that this might be something she loved more than she let on.

"Awww... that's actually kind of sweet. As long as you're MY slut. I wouldn't change that for the world." was my response as I buried my cock, my lower back straining to push deep into her and feel that oozy mix of our body fluids gushing out onto our nice clean linens. A few days later she'd be doing the laundry, absentmindedly stuffing the sheets in the washer when her fingers would come across a bunch of dried cum stains... patches that were stiff as starch on different parts of the sheet. Without even thinking, she'd start to rub her pussy and bring them up to her nose, trying to recreate a tiny bit of the weekend's moments by the scent alone.

But right now I had to decide if my wife's pussy, overflowing with three days worth of cum and mixed in with whatever essence she was contributing was worth the challenge. My chin was resting on her knees that were both still locked, stopping me from getting any closer. From that distance the scent of cum and her pussy was filling my senses and making me woozy.

"Let me in, I'll just lick your clit for now..."

I watched her expression as the thought flickered across her face. That was something she might consider, she was in the same semi permanent state of arousal that we were all in. I could tell her body craved another orgasm... just one more time to feel the pulse and release that only came with cumming fast and hard for everything to be right with the world. Very slowly, she let her legs open up, my face kissed by the soft skin of her inner thighs as I slid closer to home.

Her clit was salty and wet and maybe in my imagination at least, hard and stiff. Almost like a tiny, little cock. This was going to be easy I thought. A few feet above my head she was happily sucking David's cock as she made these soft little cooing noises to acknowledge each stroke of his attention. I always loved watching her with a cock in her mouth. She's a petite little thing and it doesn't take much to fill her up. I could spend all day watching as her lips stretched around his shaft, the bulge in her cheek hard evidence of how much she loved taking him in. Even better, he'd pull out and masturbate inches away from her face. This had been an early discovery for us... we all liked watching each other jerk off. He wasn't about to cum yet but with his cock pointed at her face and his hand stroking progressively faster I could tell she was giddy at the prospect of having her face painted with more streams of his cum.

She has this magic little spot, just a millimeter or so below her clit that I'd learned, under just the right conditions, was the key to unlocking her inhibitions. Too sensitive to touch directly, you had to wait for her arousal to reach a certain point and even then, start out very slowly. Be patient and let the sensations build for a few minutes, then consume it whole, suck the whole thing into my mouth. Purse my lips to make them hard and pound it in just the way that I knew would set off a chain of events that would usually end with her legs wrapped tightly around my head and calling out to god like she was a reformed sinner in a baptist church.

I could taste the cum there too. There was no escaping it. I didn't mind at all even if I did feel like a slut. I probed my tongue into her pussy and could taste the essence of every orgasm she'd had over the last few days. I pulled back for a moment to see what I was doing. There was this clear, whitish stream of liquid dripping out of her pussy and pouring over her perfect little asshole.

This was going to be hard to resist.

I always did love rimming her... that was something we'd started doing early on in our relationship. Her hygiene was impeccable and I always knew when she was squeaky clean... something that I took as yet another opportunity to make her toes curl. We invented our own positions. My favorite was something we called a "moon landing." I'd position myself on my back with my head hanging off the edge of the bed. The height was perfect for her to lean back and lower her ass right on to my face. She'd start out carefully, cautious at the prospect that her weight might do some damage to my neck but as I'd lick her pussy and asshole she'd give in to the temptation to impale her butt on my tongue and rub her pussy at the same time. I'd get to jerk off as well, her cunt and asshole pressing me into abject surrender. Nothing wrong with fucking of course but why restrict yourself to just one thing out of the thousands of possibilities we could come up with?

Maybe that was part of the fun of being submissive? For some reason I tended to define my own pleasure as something that came about as a reflection from her? Or from others? It was my ability to make them feel intensely aroused that seemed to feed my soul. Made me think, "...this is going to be a very, good day."

By now she'd given up on locking her knees. I pulled her onto her back and spread her legs. David did his part by holding on to her ankles and making sure she was wide open.

If I'm honest, I'll admit to having masturbated to exactly this. Guys know what I'm talking about. In the last few minutes before you're about to cum and your mind drops all inhibitions in service to jerking off to the filthiest things you can imagine... all in an effort to generate the orgasm that's just starting to build. Maybe something so raunchy that after you've cum and your refractory period kicks in, you might actually feel a bit embarrassed about. "I can't believe I jerked off to that..." was a thought that crossed my mind more than once but in truth, they were just the fantasies of my lizard brain getting exposed to the light of day.

I was staring at her asshole, saturated in an unholy mix of Davids and my cum. Rimming her was nothing new but doing it while she was flooded with body fluids made me pause. Simultaneously gross and arousing as hell. I remembered the last time I felt that way. What it was like the first time I sucked David's cock. Lisa had been going down on him just a few inches from my face. So close that I could see every detail of her lips stretched around it and the streams of foamy, shiny spit pouring down the shaft. She noticed my attention. Pulled it out of her mouth and waved it at me with an evil laugh worthy of a movie villain.

She might have meant it as a joke but no one was laughing when I started to suck it too. Later she'd tell me, "I never thought you'd actually do anything but when you took him in your mouth... fuck, I couldn't believe how hot it was to watch... I could't help myself either." So maybe that was what success looked like? To get to a point of arousal where your body did exactly what it wanted, unrestrained by limits that were pounded into us in Sunday school.

That was also the time when we first felt it. There was a resonance there... like a feedback loop building on itself, over and over again. Lisa jerking off to the sight of me sucking his cock. David getting aroused watching Lisa rubbing her pussy and stroking his cock ever faster into my mouth. Me sucking his cock and feeling it push deeper into my mouth until I could feel his balls bounce of my chin and the tip of his shaft hit the back of my throat. Zero conscious thought. Just a three bodies locked in an infinite pleasure loop.

I guess that it was a gift of age and experience that we were finally able to identify that feeling. Once we did, it was always something we always tried for.

Was there actually a point to all this depravity? Maybe. Just to use sheer lust to punch through all the layers of inhibitions and eventually arrive at a point where we really knew who we were and what we wanted. To finally be able to rise above the mundane misery of everyday life. I could imagine a day, 60 years in the future. I'd be sitting in a garishly lit day room of some nursing home. Most of my friends gone and my body functions starting to fail in one way or another. Sex of any kind long a faded memory. But I'd still have experiences like this to look back on. A cryptic smile on my face. A moment in time that the three of us shared when we were exactly in sync.

I started to lick the cum off her asshole. Felt her shudder as the sensations made their way up her spinal cord and registered in her brain like so many waves breaking on a beach. I made my tongue hard and pushed in. I knew I was on target when she started to rock her hips and rub her pussy to bring things up a notch. All that motion caught David's attention. He brought his cock down to my level and started to stroke it as he watched. Well this was new I thought. My wife and David both jerking off furiously as she impaled herself on my tongue. Sadly, I couldn't keep that up for long. My mouth was getting tired and I knew she still had a ways to go. Not to lose an opportunity David stuffed his cock in my mouth. I'd lost track of how many times we'd cum that weekend but being in your 20s does give you some superhuman amount of stamina and he was as hard and stiff and long as ever.

Things were starting to pick up speed. I spread Lisa's asshole apart, an easy target for him to penetrate. A few strokes in her pussy and I could tell that wasn't going to work. She was so wet, so full of cum that try as he might, it was hard to get any sensation at all. He pointed his cock at her asshole and tested the resistance as he pushed in a fraction of an inch. Lisa had a moment of panic as she realized he was more or less out of control and about to seriously fuck her ass. David pushed in another inch and stopped. I wrapped my hand around his cock and rubbed it around the outside of her asshole to make its presence known. I had to look at his face to read his expression in response to this. All I could see was mindless bliss. So much raunchy fun... I knew we were both going to fuck her ass tonight and she was finally going to love it. Her look of panic starting to fade, he took advantage of all the cum draining out of her pussy to lubricate his shaft before pushing in again, now just a bit farther than before.

I just watched mesmerized. We'd tried anal sex before but up until then she was never really able to relax enough to let the pleasure displace the pain. My own mouth was busy going between his cock and her pussy... I think I might have tried to say something. Probably not particularly intelligible. More of a gasp than a statement. "Oh yeah, let him fuck you. You're going to love it..." was probably the closest translation. He was now in just past the head, her asshole tightly wrapped in a perfect, throbbing circle around him. He pulled out and let me suck him. Mmmmm... so hard and wet and salty. I licked her asshole too. I somehow saw it as my mission in life to make this happen. My wife finally getting her ass fucked like the good whore I knew she was.