Rock River Ch. 02: Bar Ten

Morning came and before I could even feel the daylight hitting my eyes I felt Rachel's smooth thighs brushing against my cheeks. She had decided to straddle me and surprise me with an early morning treat, and lowered her sweet smelling pussy to brush gently across my lips.

"Morning handsome," she whispered down at me and smiled as I opened my eyes to drowsily look up at her.

Her hair was dishevelled and the long t-shirt she had managed to throw on before drunkenly collapsing into bed was hitched up around her waist. Her soft mound of brown pubic hair brushed against the tip of my nose. Her slit was already wet.

"Mmm, the neighbours get you all worked up?" I slurred dozily as I placed soft kisses against her inner thighs.

Her body shivered as my lips explored her and she moaned softly. "Well, a little," she replied as she began to rock her hips slowly back and forth teasing herself against my lips and nose, or teasing me with her pussy, I wasn't sure which. "But mostly curious about you thinking about being with other guys."

"Did you hear what curiosity did to the pussy?" I joked and allowed my tongue to slowly lap between her moist lips.

Her moan increased in volume and she reached down to run her fingers into my hair and hold my head firmly in place as she pressed her cunt into my mouth. I lifted my hands to arse and wrapped my fingers tightly around each cheek feeling her gyrate against my face. My fingertips pressed deep into the soft flesh of her gorgeous tight arse.

If this was the result of our visit to our new neighbours then Jessica had been absolutely correct about Rachel appreciating their exhibition and advice. Pleasuring my wife with my mouth was nothing new, but for Rachel to take the initiative and be so dominant with it, was a pleasant and welcome surprise.

My nose was now pressed into Rachel's clit as my tongue slipped upwards with each movement of her hips. Her wetness had begun to soak my cheeks. I moaned hungrily into her sex savouring her sweet taste, and she moaned with me. As she began to increase the speed in which she rocked her body against me I took the initiative to poke out my tongue and keep it firm, giving her something to fuck herself with. She obliged and began to bounce slowly up and down sliding the tip of my tongue inside her all the while holding my head firmly in place with both hands.

"Fuck baby," she moaned under her heavy breath.

My cock had grown firm and was now pointing straight up at the ceiling. I released my right hand's grip from her arse cheeks and took my member tightly with it instead. Rachel sensed the motion and looked back to watch me stroking myself for a moment before looking down at me and nodding.

"Good boy, show me how much you love my pussy," she ordered surprising me further and causing my cock to stiffen even more so.

I pumped my cock furiously as she continued to fuck my face with the rolling of her hips so occasionally long that my tongue would sometimes slip into the crack of her arse and slide past the tiny tight hole there. She bucked wildly to use my nose to rub at her clit. My cock throbbed harder the more reckless abandon she showed in using my mouth for her own pleasure and I could only moan loudly into her cunt.

The usual signs of my wife's imminent orgasm started to appear and I felt her body beginning to shake now. Her breath was heavy and fast, and her moans increasing in speed and volume. Her thighs began to tremble against my cheeks and with one last continuous groan she rolled her head back and convulsed against my soaked face. I didn't allow my tongue to relent from lapping at her swollen trembling clit to draw her orgasm out further and causing her to buck wildly against me.

Her moan had barely subsided as I began to send my own moan deep into her cunt as my cock pulsated violently in my grasp. I felt the hot fluid my cock had fired splashing against my chest at first and then further down to my stomach as the spurts became less powerful. The sudden gasp and jump of surprise from Rachel that sent her lips back around my tongue briefly told me that some had hit her arse too.

As her whimpers quietened and the vibrations of her thighs and pussy against my mouth drew to an end I knew her orgasm had fully subsided. She allowed her body to slump on top of me to regain her breath for a moment and suddenly shuffled her arse backwards into my lap to fall down on top of me. As her body collided with mine the pools of my hot cum spread against both of our bellies and her t-shirt had begun to soak up what lay on my chest.

She kissed me with an almost violent passion that I hadn't felt from her lips in a while. Her tongue danced firmly around mine as we moaned into each other. Knowing she was tasting herself on my lips only made the kiss hotter as Rachel tended to avoid kissing me after I had gone down on her?

"Mmm. Morning," I said quietly as I parted from her sweet lips.

She brushed her fingertips down each of my cheeks and gazed deeply into my eyes. "Morning handsome," she replied smiling and leant in to pucker her lips against mine once more before lifting herself from my lap. "Needed that," she added.

***

The morning went as usual only with the added chaos of everything still being packed up boxes and suitcases. We both showered, dressed and had a breakfast of granola and fruit with freshly squeezed orange juice. Rachel asked what my plans were for the day and I reminded her that Peter had invited me to his gym but I would help unpack a little first.

Together we made a good start on unpacking our belongings. We first emptied each of the cases and bags full of our clothes into the walk-in wardrobe located in our bedroom so we could at least now choose to dress appropriately rather than having to wear the first things we could find. Following this we unloaded the boxes meant for the kitchen so we could now cook and eat with ease.

As we approached noon and my time to meet Peter drew nearer Rachel left to go shopping for new things for the house and kissed me goodbye as she went. I grabbed the gym bag that I had packed earlier and threw on my coat as I left the house and marched over to Jessica and Peter's house, curious as to whether they'd be up to some mischief again and who with. To my disappointment there was nothing to discover and Peter was already stepping out of the door to meet me as he had seen me coming.

"Hey there. How are you doing?" he asked me as he loaded his own bag into the boot of his car and reached out offering to take mine from me.

"Yeah, very good thanks," I replied and passed my bag to him. "Jessica in?"

Peter chuckled smugly as if he was used to men enquiring about his wife. "Why you decided to spend the day with her instead of me?" He asked and stepped around to the driver's side of his blue BMW 2 Series. "No she went out shopping."

"Rachel did the same. If I'd have known I'd have suggested they go out together," I said as I followed suit and lowered myself into the passenger seat. "I'll take any chance I can get to have your wife be a bad influence to mine."

Peter laughed and started the ignition. "Going to pick up someone else on the way. Figured you could meet more of the neighbours."

We drove a short way down the street and turned into another where the houses were less upmarket as ours, but still nice in their own way. Peter brought the car outside the driveway to one and beeped his horn to alert the stranger of our arrival.

A man who appeared a similar age and stature to myself stepped out of the house and made his way down the driveway. He was already dressed ready for the gym with black running shorts and a grey vest top on. His hair was completely shaved and had a rough stubble that shadowed his face. He tossed his bag into the back of the car and hopped in after it.

"Hey guys," he greeted us in a European accent that I couldn't quite determine.

"Rich this is Andreas. Andreas... Rich," Peter introduced us.

"Nice to meet you Andreas," I turned around and shook his hand, and he nodded back at me silently. I couldn't quite tell if he was rude, blasé or nervous.

"Andreas is one of my team leaders at Reed. Good guy, if you'll forgive his accent," Peter explained as he started the car once more and set off back down the street.

"Where you from?" I turned back and asked him.

"I'm Czech," he replied hesitantly. "Prague."

"Nice place," I said with a smile. "We went there a couple of years back for a few days. Fucking cold in January though."

"Right? Good food though no?" he responded and slowly began to open up.

Peter's gym was located a good fifteen minute drive out of Rock River and into the outskirts of town, and the journey passed swiftly as Andreas and I got to know each other, and Peter and I a little more. Andreas had moved from the Czech Republic around ten years prior following a girlfriend who had moved out to study. She had left him a few years later though he didn't care to share why.

The gym was modern and popular, and expensive with it too. When asked by the stunning receptionist if I wanted a membership I asked if I could take a day pass to check out the facilities first and make my mind up. She obliged and took a card payment from me before slipping me a visitor's pass across the counter. As we changed in the locker room and headed into the main gym I couldn't help but glare around the room in awe at how attractive everyone was. There were beautiful, sweaty and athletic women in every direction with many toned & muscular men to ogle them. I didn't need any more convincing to get a membership.

The three of us chatted and joked as we swiftly moved from treadmill to rowing machines and then the weights benches with an increasing amount of perspiration upon us after each different apparatus. At one point I tired and decided to stand aside while Peter was spotting Andreas who bench-pressed with ease. As they worked out and I stood watching, the three of us couldn't help but look around occasionally admiring the different bodies frequenting the gym.

"Fucking hell there's some hot people here," Andreas grunted as his arms straightened and tensed holding his weights high.

"Why do you think I wanted to bring Rich here," Peter replied and looked over at me. "Show him some of the talent around."

"Speaking of hot people. How's your wife?" Andreas asked and laughed.

"She's good. She was asking about you actually. Said she loved having you over the other week and was asking me to set something up again," Peter explained and I quickly figured that Andreas had been treated to the delights of Jessica as well.

Andreas placed the weights back on the bench and sat up, appearing a little cautious as he looked over at me. "Does he know?" He asked Peter with a poor attempt at a lowered voice that I still heard and assumed he meant if I knew how open he and Jessica were with everyone.

"He knows. He got a little welcome to the neighbourhood gift last night actually," Peter replied with the air of superiority of having a wife that drove everyone she met crazy. "Watched her suck two different cocks."

Andreas laughed and smiled. "Alright! You didn't get the sucking though?" he asked and I shook my head in my response. "Damn, too bad man. She's so fucking good at it it's like she was put on this earth purely to blow."

"Yeah, too bad," I agreed a little solemnly. "Been months since I had a blow job. Or is it a year? I honestly can't remember."

"Fuck that man. You need to get your arse over to Bar Ten!" he exclaimed loudly.

"Bar Ten?" I replied in confusion and furrowed my brow.

"Bar Ten. It's a bar, literally across the road when you get out of here. They got a unisex bathroom with stalls with glory holes in the back. The owners fucking put them there themselves, they fucking love it. I'm there, like, two or three times a week. Get my dick sucked every time... sometimes more," Andreas explained enthusiastically, his body more animated with excitement now.

"Oh, ok. Guess I could check it out sometime," I replied a little unsure.

"Nah fuck that, we're going now," he ordered.

"It is fun," Peter added. "Let's go and get a drink at least. Then you can have a look and see if it interests you."

We wrapped up our workout and headed to the showers to wash away the sweat that now drenched us. As I dressed myself I found myself full of uncertainty at what the two guys were suggesting, but part of me was curious, and I found the nerves were soon replaced with anticipation and excitement. As we left the gym I took a membership application form from the receptionist and told her I would have it returned to them as soon as I could.

Andreas had not been exaggerating the directions to the bar. Bar Ten was directly across the road from the gym and we awaited a break in the traffic to cross and head straight in. The bar was nothing like the image of a dark, grungy and empty dive bar that I had built up in my head over the last twenty minutes. It was dimly lit but modern and well decorated, and very busy even for the afternoon. A slow melodic house beat played loudly but not so much that we couldn't hear each other.

Andreas and I meandered through the clientele and made our way to a stall as Peter headed to the bar to grab us each a drink. We sat down upon some comfy purple leather couches and began to survey the room and ogle the various people around it. Andreas occasionally nodded or waved at people from afar and clearly knew a number of the men and women there.

"So how does it work then?" I asked him nervously. "In the bathroom I mean."

"It's easy man. Just go into a stall. There'll be a hole in there, or two depending on which stall you're in. The holes have covers on so all you need to do is slide the cover down and if whoever's on the other side does the same then you'll know each other is game," Andreas instructed me carefully. "It's not like some dirty toilets where your space will get invaded by someone's cock while you're taking a shit. They thought it through. You have to want it."

Peter arrived back with two jack and cokes for us and only a beer for himself to keep sober enough to drive. We continued to chat for a while as we drank and Peter nursed his beer. As Andreas and I emptied our glasses Peter signalled over a waitress who brought over two more.

I continued to drink building up the courage all the while maintaining a gaze over to the entrance of the bathroom to survey who was coming in and out of there. Many men and women had both passed through and some left quickly while others didn't; one girl had drunkenly stumbled in half an hour ago and still hadn't returned.

As I finished my second drink and felt my confidence peak I stood up from the table.

"Is it time?" Andreas asked me with a proud smile.

"It's time."

"Fuck yeah!" he replied and playfully slapped me on the back to urge me on.

I made my way into the bathroom cautiously and was greeted by a surprisingly pristine and spacious bathroom decorating with black marble tiles and crimson red paint. To the left of the entrance on the wall behind me was a number of sinks backed by mirrors with a few different girls gazing into them as their replenished their make-up. Another guy stood beside them chatting and laughing with them. A number of stalls, all empty but one, were lined up in front of me.

I entered the stall next to the occupied one, which given that she was not with the other group in the bathroom, must have included the girl who had been in here the whole time. I closed the stall quietly behind me and stood still for a moment to build up my courage. There was a raised wooden square with a latch on the top on each side of the stall, just as Andreas had told me there would be.

Slowly, I took a breath and plucked the latch free on the hole cover on the side of the stall that was adjacent to the occupied stall. The cover slid down suddenly and held itself in place just below the hole. Quickly I peered through, unable to see anything specific on the other side, but enough to confirm that the cover was open on the other side of the stall also.

My cock had begun to grow somewhat in anticipation but the nerves had kept me from being at full mast and I was able to lift it out of my jeans with ease. Slowly and cautiously I guided my semi-limp prick and pushed it through the hole allowing it to flop down on the other side.

For a while I thought nothing was going to happen, and that my cock was just going to sit there limp while the girl on the other side of the stall had drunkenly passed out, but then I felt a soft fingertip brush gingerly against the tip of my prick. My cock twitched at the touch and began to stiffen as more fingers joined and started to explore my length. As I felt myself spring to a full erection the fingers took my shaft tightly within them and a wet tongue teased at my slit.

"Mmm, fuck," I moaned into the stall as I pressed myself against its wall giving the stranger as much as my length to play with as I could.

The feeling of a warm and wet tongue exploring my swollen head and length of my cock, but without the anticipation of knowing when the tongue was going to touch you, was a strange sensation that I hadn't felt in a long time since the last time Rachel had blindfolded and gone down on me around four years ago.

The lips of my mysterious cocktease were now starting to wrap around my head and began to suck me slowly inside their mouth. As they moved further down my shaft my moans increased in volume and despite the music playing throughout the bathroom the group of girls outside began to giggle at the sounds of my pleasure. The strange girl's wet lips moved expertly up and down my throbbing length, and I felt the wall between us move as their speed increased and their head pressed as far up against the hole to take me as deep into their throat as they could get.

My cock was released from the hungry orifice and their hands began to wildly pump at my shaft while they kept their lips pressed shut against its tip, massaging it into them. I could feel myself throbbing violently in the well-trained palm and knew that I would be gushing precum against their mouth. It felt so fucking good, and as much as the anonymity was what was hot about it, I could have killed to have seen that cute girl pleasuring my cock through the hole.

As the lips once more parted to take me back inside I lifted my hands up and gripped onto the top of the stall's wall between us. I began to fuck the glory hole, and the mysterious girl's mouth hole with it. Their tongue swirled frantically around my cock as it invaded their throat. The stall began to sway violently between us.

"Fuck," I grunted under a heavy breath. "You're going to make me cum," I said nervously into the wall, unsure if it was accepted glory hole etiquette to alert the other to your imminent orgasm.

They made no sound, only continued to work my cock wildly back into their mouths and even picked up speed as if desperate to pleasure me. My cock was soaked, clearly coated in their saliva. I rocked my head backwards and gasped loudly at the ceiling as I felt my body begin to tense. The lips wrapped tight around me and the tongue swirled around firmly around my cockhead, massaging the underside at its most sensitive spot, as if to draw the cum out of me.

The teasing of my frenulum worked as they had intended and my body jolted into the wall pushing my dick further into their lips as it began to pulsate within them. I groaned loudly, ignorant of the group outside listening to my pleasure, as I shuddered against the stall. My cock began to burst within their mouth which they kept firmly around my glans as it spurted my semen deep into their throat. They kept it there until my orgasm had subsided and my cock had fired its last shot of hot liquid into their mouth.