Two Old Friends Plus One

"Roger. Tell me again how you told me everything about your past before we got married."

"I did. You know that."

"Everything? All of it? No little 'Opps' details left out?"

Roger paused to glance at Karl for a moment. The look he gave him said 'Hope you're cool with this, buddy' without verbalizing it. Fixing his eyes between both his wife and his longtime friend, he simply stated, "If I admitted to everything Karl and I did, what else could there possibly be you haven't been told?"

Karl wasn't sure if the noise he heard in his ears was the universe exploding or just his heart trying to beat its way out of his chest. He knew the breath he was holding in could have been rated as a category five hurricane if he ever managed to expel it. His eyes were open so wide they hurt and he was sure his jaw had bounced off the table at least twice. The one thing that had never been talked about was that claim Roger made to him and Denise several times many years ago. That she "knew everything" about him and his sordid studly past. Karl remembered him using the term "male slut" more than once with her to underscore his jumping everything that would hold still long enough for him to find a wet spot or had a willing mouth. But the long term physical relationship they had shared was never questioned or confirmed as far as him telling Denise that little tidbit of his sexual score card. Karl was completely bamboozled by the sudden admission now.

"Well now that that is finally out in the open..." Denise began as she turned to face Karl, "...exactly what is it you do that made even my sexually egotistical husband admit you were better at oral sex than he was? I've heard him say you could eat pussy for three hours which is enough to make me moist as a Lil' Debbie cake all by itself, but what else? Some special techniques? You trace the alphabet on their labia with your tongue tip? Suck on their clit hard enough to make it blow up like a balloon? Lemme guess...you're really a whale with a two foot tongue and can breathe through the top of your head? Twisting in her chair again to look at Roger, she ended her questions with, "And if he was that good with carpet munching, then dare I ask how he rated against me with blow jobs?"

Karl was hard as steel and straining against his jeans. He was wanting to stand up and show it off to both of them; but also wishing he could slip off his chair to hide under the table until his knees were again strong enough to allow him to rapidly crawl to his car. All this was totally unexpected and while Denise didn't appear to be the least bit upset, she was popping off with some things that could have easily been taken as a very pissed off wife unloading decades of pent up anger and hurt at both guilty parties. Karl was the most aroused he had been in years, and simultaneously the most unsure he had ever been of what to do next in an unusual situation. He rapid-fired the same two questions to his brain over and over: 'What the fuck do they want me to do?' and 'Where is the appropriate/non-appropriate line at the moment?' His brain was as silent as the hanging air at the table. He was positive the look on his face had to be a combination of deep fear and unstoppable lust...not exactly two things that blend well together in facial expressions or rational thinking.

Finally, Roger broke the stillness. He had been sitting back in his chair with the proverbial Cheshire cat grin on his face, but leaned forward to speak. His hand dropped to Karl's lap and touched him like he hadn't in almost thirty years. A manly cupping of his box that became a slow massaging of the lump hidden behind the blue denim. "I think the last time I saw that look on your face was when you were a freshman at UT and discovered you had just fucked the Dean of Students' daughter for her eighteenth birthday present. I still think that was what made you go gay. Well that and me doing this to you every so often."

That line broke up Denise in laughter which gave Karl unstated permission to finally breathe again. The fact Karl was reacting positively...or at least his cock was...to the ongoing attention Roger was giving his crotch gave an unsaid permission to Roger to keep it up. As he moved his fingers to undo Karl's belt he murmured, "I believe my darling wife wants you to show your pussy eating talent to her while she gives me a long sensuous blow job." Karl's jeans were unsnapped and his zipper slowly tugged down as Denise nodded with a smile on her face. When Roger peeled back the fly to expose the fact Karl was dressed commando, Denise audibly moaned and Roger wrapped his long fingers around the pulsing shaft. As he gripped it tightly and began pulling gently on it, he said, "That's assuming of course, you would like to get naked with both of us?"

Karl was so lost in the long-held, deep emotions for Roger, his love for the woman he loved, and his groin sending messages of pure pleasure to his brain, all he could do was look at Roger and nod. By the time the goosebumps on his arms had spread to the rest of his body and he was literally quivering in delight, Denise got up, moved to beside him, and began to pull his golf tee over his head. "You just enjoy this and let Roger and I make it ball happen," came from her lips. It had to have. Karl had opened his eyes and watched them move and heard the words, even though he wasn't certain he believed they had been said.

He finally managed to make his own voice produce something besides guttural growls and softly said to both of them, "I don't think I have ever been more turned on in my entire life." His eyes immediately snapped shut again as Roger lowered his face and took Karl's leaking mushroom between his lips. The animalistic moans were quickly muffled as Denise stripped off her skimpy halter top and rubbed one of her more than ample breasts across his lips as she held his head tight to it.

"Roger always said you were a tit man in high school. Why don't you show me how true that is by..." Her words ended trailing off into her own gasps of pleasure as Karl inhaled her left nipple and gently chewed on it while he used one hand to knead the right one, and used his other hand to guide Roger's head bobbing on his cock.

Roger willingly submitted to his face being fucked with the upward thrusts of Karl's hips and the downward pushes on the back of his head. He finally slipped to his knees on the wooden deck and swallowed Karl's tool all the way to his bushy pubes over and over. As his tonsils were getting continually bumped and coated with precum, Roger slipped the hand that wasn't rolling Karl's balls in it, and used it to undo his wife's Daisy Dukes and slide them down her still shapely thighs and calves.

It was no surprise at all to Karl that Denise had no underwear on either. He leaned his head forward, planted his face into her well-trimmed lady shrubbery, and inhaled deeply. A hint of roses filled his nostrils that he wasn't sure was a douche or her perfume, but in either case it was a very pleasant aroma. It was the first time in many, many years he had been up close and personal with female snatch, but he still remembered how to make the rest of the body it was attached to react. He slipped his tongue between the folds in search of the prize most straight guys keep forgetting is there. Just like the male G-spot he had and thoroughly enjoyed getting smacked by the moist head of a dick, every female has one also. It normally is quite easily accessible with a middle finger and very happy to have that finger join with an invading tongue that is giving suitable attention to her clit at the same time. His concentration to both those spots when he was playing the woman field for appearances sake, was a huge part of the reason he had the rep as an oral stud in high school and on campus at the university.

The real secret to Karl's success though was rooted in the fact he enjoyed giving pleasure to a partner more than he enjoyed getting that pleasure back. That applied both to his one-night-stand female conquests and even more so to the object of his deepest love...Roger. Many nights in the privacy of their room, he would spend an hour or more fellating Roger and making him blow his wad several times. Then when it was his turn he would simply snuggle into Roger's arms and have him hold him and play with his nipples and balls while Karl jerked himself to his own orgasm. It seemed very one-sided at times, but Roger finally understood Karl was mainly a giver when it came to sex and his job was to lay back and enjoy it. Along with the occasional reciprocal head job or sixty-nine of course.

It wasn't long before Roger pulled his mouth off Karl and quickly removed his own clothes. He watched for another moment or two as Karl continued to chow down on Denise's muff, then ordered her to step away and told Karl to get his jeans off his ankles and lay down on the huge pool float that had mysteriously appeared on the deck. Karl stood up, his long thick cock bobbing in the air like a just popped up Jack-in-the-box, shook his feet out of the Levis, and quickly re-positioned himself on his back on the rubber mattress. He looked up inquisitively at both Roger and Denise standing on each side over him as if to say, "You guys are directing this movie...I'm just the extra you hired for the day."

Roger smiled down at his old friend and squatted over his face long enough to drag his impressive cock and heavy balls back and forth across his face a few times. Roger lustfully licked them as he did and his cock grew even harder as all the times of him sucking that dick to explosion in his mouth flooded his brain as one continuous memory. Roger enjoyed the tease of Karl's lips and tongue and the memories of his own they created before standing back up and motioning for Denise to take the spot he was abandoning. As soon as his wife began to lower herself to Karl's waiting and wagging tongue, Roger swung a leg over Karl's upper torso and waited for Karl to have Denise in total ecstasy via his mouth.

It only took Karl a moment or so to have Denise writhing on his face and sending thanks skyward to God, Jesus, Yahweh, Buddha, Yahweh, Mohammad, and the Flying Spaghetti Monster. At that point, Roger's plan to step forward and slowly rub his oozing cock head over her lips and cheeks before invading her mouth with it and using his fleshy shaft as a tonsil cleaner was circumvented by a nearly out of control Denise. She grabbed his hips, looked up into his eyes with a lust he had never seen before, and in a voice he didn't recognize, growled out one command before she yanked his throbbing rod to her mouth: "Make me suck you off like I never have before and the way you want me to while your former lover makes me erupt like Mt. Vesuvius. Gawd can he eat pussy!" No more words came from her because before Roger could even make a single move, Denise had impaled herself with his cock.

For the next thirty minutes, the only intelligible sounds coming from the pool deck were from Roger. But then again, his mouth was the only one that wasn't stuffed full of either hard cock or dripping pussy. Karl continued to bring Denise to one orgasm after another with just his lips, tongue, and teeth; and Denise finally had him close to the point of no return. He had reached down a few minutes earlier and slapped Karl's hand off his own dick and replaced it with his. Thew way it pulsed from the strokes Roger began taking on it said Karl was as close as he was to having the damn holding back his load breaking. With a quick movement, Roger managed to lean back far enough without Denise losing her lip lock on him, to poke his spit-wet middle finger through Karl's anal ring and search for his magic button with the tip.

That stunt took Karl off the cliff and he went even wilder with his mouth than he had been to bring Denise to one more orgasmic high.

As Denise felt her juices start to flow yet again, she began taking her husband deeper in her throat than she ever had before and when his hips bucked and he announced his cum tube was filling, she used her hand to milk him like a dairy cow. Roger's load was massive and the length of it made him yank on Karl's dick in his hand even faster.

Even with Denise squirming on his face like an earthworm on a hot rock in the desert at high noon in mid August, Karl managed to cut loose with a euphoric roar that would have scared the biggest lion in the jungle back to its den, as he came like Yellowstone's Old Faithful geyser in Roger's hand and all over all three of their bodies. It was by far, the largest and long-lasting climax he had had in the last twenty years.

* * * * *

As all three cuddled together under the moon while sipping wine Denise had had chilling while they consummated their long friendship in a way never before attempted, the afterglow talked ranged all over the board. When the conversation finally lulled, the five minutes of accompanying silence was eventually broken by Denise.

As she snuggled between both of them, she poised a question. "You know what guys?"

As if on cue, both Karl and Roger replied jointly as one voice, "What's that, sexy lady?"

Taking both flaccid cocks in her palms, she answered with, "Once you two have your batteries recharged enough that these will get all hard again, I want you to do something that I think would be almost as hot to me as what that little romp was."

Karl glanced towards Roger and gave him an ''I'm game if you are' look. Roger nodded back at him before he kissed Denise's cheek and asked, "What would that be babycakes?"

The corner of her mouth turned up in an almost evil grin as she laid out round two for them. "Roger, I want to get my favorite vibrator and use it while I watch as you find out exactly how talented Karl is with that amazing mouth of his. And I don't mean just a blow job either. I want him to eat your man pussy like he just ate mine, and when you can't stand the mind rush and colors you are seeing any longer and Karl is just as wound up from the seeing the total pleasure all over your face and both of you really need to get down to seriously working on emptying those balls again..."

In unison, Karl and Roger both said, "Yes, Denise? And?"

"...And you can watch me screw myself silly with my dildo while I watch you both sixty-nine like you used to back in college. There's just something about that visual in my head of you two studs doing each other back then, that I can't live without seeing for real." She fluttered her eyelids for effect and then finished her pitch with, "If you do that for me,then for round three, Karl can fuck you, Roger, while you fuck me. Plus, in that position, we can all three make out at the same time. I know that's something you both want to try and never have, right?"

No more words were necessary as Karl and Roger simply smiled and nodded in agreement with Denise's ideas.

In less than a couple of minutes, the air was filled with the low hum of the toy's small motor working with fresh batteries at high speed, after Karl had pushed Roger to his back, lifted and spread his legs, and buried his face in his virgin rosebud. This coals in the grill may have been long cold, but the heat on the patio could have melted a polar ice cap.

And this was only the beginning of a rejuvenated friendship from half a lifetime ago.

Author's Note: I hope you have enjoyed my little tale. This is an official entry in the Literotica Summer Lovin' Contest, and I would be most appreciative of you clicking one of the stars below to cast your vote. Just one to a customer please, but you can add a comment also, if you feel so moved. Much love and thanks for reading. JKD