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The King of MiddlesexThis is a work of fiction. None of the characters described here ever existed but all are in some way composites of people, places and experiences that I’ve had through the years. Also worthy to note is that my depictions of what takes place doesn’t necessarily constitute an endorsement or condemnation of them. Life is above all else, messy and imperfect.-1-Mark and Janice made a bit of a splash when they moved back from California. He’d left New York in his early 20s as the family member most likely to fall on his face. Drove across country with his 18 year old girlfriend and landed in LA to go on to a career in the movie business. He was always behind the camera, doing technical things that got little credit but made him boatloads of money anyway. In the course of a lifetime, he’d married his girlfriend, made enough money to be more than well off, lost his wife to breast cancer, a son to a DUI and remarried again in his 50s to Janice, a lovely woman 20 years his junior.By that stage of his life, he’d had a few health scares of his own. The stress of always working under a deadline took its toll. Diabetes, hypertension, a mild heart attack. Enough to make him take stock of his life, retire early and move back to the other coast where he’d grown up. Now as an unqualified financial success, he and his new wife purchased a fixer upper in a neighborhood where most of his family had settled in. A great old house that had seen better times.As the k** down the block I was a natural to do all the heavy lifting that was needed to help get the place back in shape. My name is Mike. I was 18 that summer and recently emerged from a pudgy adolescence to being one of the competitive guys on the swim team. I spent so much time doing laps that my body changed into something lean and muscular without my brain ever taking note.Mark’s friends and family threw them a block party to celebrate his return which was where I got to meet them. I was off for the summer and looking for any kind of work I could get. It didn’t hurt that Janice was easy on the eyes. At 35 she was almost two decades older than me but she looked amazing especially with the few extra pounds that helped round out her curves.My first day on the job had me cleaning out the yard, not particularly hard or strenuous but in July, hot and humid. By 10:30, I’d already soaked right through my t-shirt. Jan brought me an iced tea and thanked me for working so hard. By noon the temp was pushing 100, she invited me into the air conditioned kitchen to cool off.This was my first chance to really look her over. She’d been dressed in mom clothes at the block party, modest, pretty, a string of pearls, maybe like someone from a layout in a Sears catalog. Now, dressed for the weather, she was down to cut off jeans and a tank top. If you were one of the bitchy women in the neighborhood, you might have complained that she was too old to be dressing like that. Luckily none of them were around and to my hormone saturated brain, she was just stunning.Mark joined us for lunch. He asked if I was cool with him lighting up a joint.“I don’t know how much work I’ll get done after, but if you’re OK with that, sure”.He flash a wry smile. “Yeah, there’s always time for work. Don’t worry about it.”So over a mix of potato salad and marijuana, we started to get to know each other. I slowly decided I liked Mark. Not a stuck up asshole like most of the other stock brokers and accountants who lived in the neighborhood. He was funny, down to earth and utterly unpretentious.They were happy to share the details of their lives. How both of them were in really dark places when they met and how time together and the strength of their relationship made all that disappear.“When I met her I thought she was out of my league… she was gorgeous. Couldn’t imagine how someone that hot would want anything to do with a schmuck like me.”Jan said, “He made me laugh. I’d been through every casting couch director and wanna be actor/waiter in Hollywood and none of them made ever me feel as safe or as appreciated as he did.”We started to lose track of time. Black Magic Woman riffing through the static on the radio, Santana’s melody lines mixing with the blue clouds of marijuana smoke curling around the table. At 3, it was the hottest part of the day. Jan had beads of sweat glistening on her skin. From all the way across the table, the sweet smells of her skin and perspiration were flooding my senses, making me more delirious than the weed.“Horses sweat. Men perspire. Women glow.” I thought that was my own inner dialog but it was Mark saying that out loud. “Not sure where I heard that but it does seem to be the case, no?”He must have noticed me staring at his pretty wife; maybe more than was appropriate and said, “Why don’t you call it a day, there’s plenty of stuff to pick up next week” and tossed me two 20s for my time.Walking out the door was like passing through an airlock as the heat and humidity hit me square in the face. When I looked back, Mark had both arms wrapped around Jan as they waved goodby. I didn’t think it was much of a mystery as to why he gave me the rest of the day off.When I got home I was horny, hot and stoned. The house was empty and after a shower, I ducked into my room and cranked up the AC. My cock was chafing against the towel I’d wrapped around myself. I kept thinking of Jan, that tank top she was wearing didn’t leave much to the imagination. What was she… 36, 38 DD? I thought about the beads of sweat on her chest and how they ran together, merged and poured as droplets across her breasts. Those shorts! Cut so high that her ass was well exposed. In New Jersey, women never wore anything of the sort once they got north of 18. She had to know how men looked at her and the effect she had on them. That was probably a reality she’d lived with for so long it wasn’t anything she ever thought about. I went out on the worlds smallest limb and guessed that most men were very, very nice to her.Did she have any idea of the effect she was having on me? My cock, cast iron stiff as I thought about her and jerked myself off. She’d been really nice to me… just politeness or was that her way of building a connection? The weed had me relaxed and thinking really filthy thoughts. I thought of her sitting next to me and imagined it was her hand rubbing my cock instead of mine. Her eyes locking with my own as she slowly stroked my cock up and down. It didn’t take much… a few strokes and I shot streams of cum clear across the room.The next time I went over was every bit as scorching as the first time. I worked my ass off in the morning while it was still cool. Retreated to their kitchen when it got too hot. Jan had pretty much the same outfit on but now that she felt she knew me better, she seemed friendlier and more in my face than she had been the first time.She asked me a few questions, random at first, then some personal.What were my plans for school? College for engineering I thought but still working on it. Did I have a girlfriend? A few but nothing serious. “Was I hungry?” Yes, thanks for asking.She surprised me with “Do you think I dress too slutty?“God no, you look amazing.” I realized how fawning that sounded even as I said it.“I mean, am I too old for this look? Mark likes me to dress like this but sometimes I think it’s too much for New Jersey ”She never had told me her age. I would have thought mid to late 20s. When I said that her face softened in all sorts of ways I hadn’t expected. I guess women depend on their looks as a sort of currency they can depend on. Aging slowly strips all that away. Superficial as my answer was is, she must have gotten at least a bit of a thrill at the idea that she was still desirable.Mark came in, tethered to the house phone with a long extension cord, a joint already lit and dangling from his lip.He was still talking as he took a drag and handed it over to me. The stuff from last week was pretty mild. It made me silly, hungry and horny.This smelled sledgehammer strong.“Careful with this shit, it’s killer” Mark offered as he hung up the phone.He wasn’t k**ding. One toke and my head was spinning.By rights, I should have called them Mr. & Mrs. Anderson but Mark and Jan seemed so much more natural. As a teenager, most adults I knew were pains in the ass. Either sanctimonious hypocrites or the occasional well meaning person who had no idea what I was going through. These guys were still hot for each other. I caught Mark rubbing the inside of her thigh when he thought I wasn’t looking. That was nothing I’d ever noticed with a couple their age. She didn’t seem to mind too much as she angled her leg apart to give him better access. At first, they might cover up right away if they caught me looking. I think the weed must have kicked in after a while. Over time he seemed happy to have an audience for this. He was feeling her up and I think, intentionally putting on a show for my benefit.I knew he was pushing the envelope when he started rubbing her tits under her top. He noticed me looking and upped the stakes, lifted up her shirt so her breasts came tumbling out.They both started to giggle as he asked me if I wanted a closer look. I thought Jan would have been freaked out but she was rolling with it as he massaged and squeezed and pinched her breasts.I don’t blush easily but my face flushed red as signals from my brain ordered my cock to get hard.“You sure this is OK?” as I got closer.Jan crooked her arm around my head and guided me to her right breast. Her nipples were hard and erect, standing out from the biggest areolas I’d ever seen.I wanted to sample the other one as she made out with Mark. It seemed like for the moment at least, her breasts were mine to play with. A week earlier I’d jerked off to the idea of burying my face in them. Now here I was and if anything the reality was so much better than the fantasy.Mark reached down and started to rub her pussy through her jeans. I pulled away and decided maybe they could use some privacy. She was just tugging at the zipper of his jeans as I was going out the door.“I’ll give you your cash next time, I’m good for it…” Mark shouted as I slid the patio door shut.There was a quick bounce back to my place through the July heat, the empty house, the shower, straight onto my bed. My cock throbbing up and down in time to my heartbeat. I thought I might cum without even touching myself.What was hotter, the way he showed her off? The look of pride and lust on her face as he did? The feeling of burying my face in her chest and the vaguely salty taste of her nipples as I sucked each one? Or maybe that last parting shot of him putting her on display, rubbing her pussy and her apparently happy to do whatever he wanted to please him?I had nothing to compare this to. Of course, I’d watched my share of porn by then. You had to sneak out to the bad part of town and sit in sticky floored theaters to watch films along with all the other neighborhood pervs. God awful soundtracks. Unshaved pussies. The men looked like felons. Women, with their big hair and nails like second string beauty queens. It didn’t teach me much other than that women went orgasmic with the simple insertion of a penis.On the other hand, the Catholic high school girls I got to fuck were nothing like that at all. For one thing, being “easy” was a character flaw for women back then. The unspoken understanding was that the guy would do everything in his power to seduce them and if he successful, she might possibly lift her ass off the bed just long enough to slide her panties off. That was enough to serve as evidence that she wasn’t a slut. In the early 70s, it’s also what constituted proof of consent. After all, I couldn’t have gotten her panties off if she hadn’t cooperated at least enough to raise her ass. The shyest of them would have you fuck with the lights out so you had to feel your way around, blind and ignorant . The best gave you just barely enough pussy to get you off buts still kept you howling for more.Most of them had never masturbated and didn’t have the vaguest notion of what an orgasm was. And yet, based on some inborn fethiye escort genetic wisdom and everything I’d gleaned in the hours of watching porn at the Olympia theater, it was my sacred mission to make it happen.But then here was Jan, totally out of any category I’d known. Shamelessly putting on a show for me as Mark rubbed her soaking wet pussy. Even with most of her clothes still on, it was the hottest thing I’d ever seen.I spent the rest of the afternoon rubbing myself raw, one orgasm after another until I finally passed out and slept like a dead man.The next day Jan called and asked if we could talk. She seemed circumspect, maybe a bit apologetic. We met at a diner and she opened with giving me the money she owed me. It was way more cash than I had any right to expect but before I could say anything she opened with an apology.“I just want you to know that the two of us are really fond of you… we both like you very much and that we’re sorry we got so carried away a bit last time. I know it was rude.”“Not at all, that was awesome” was all I could counter with.“It’s been a lot to move to a place where I don’t know anyone. Everyone’s been great but still, it takes a long time before you can call someplace home.”She started to look a bit wistful. “Mark has some medical conditions. He had a heart attack right after we met. Taking care of him and helping to get him back on his feet was one of the things that bonded us early on. The problem is that he still has some physical issues… it’s not a simple thing for him to get hard”.I let that sink in. At 18 my default assumption was you’d be able to get instant hard ons and cum 6-7 times a day. Forever. Mark was built like a tank. His heart attack had taught him some hard lessons and he’d run, biked and swam his way to a body that guys 20 years younger might envy. He had a few extra pounds but you’d never imagine that much raw power falling short anywhere.“Something about you being there seems to make a difference. We haven’t been able to make love in years and for the last two weekends…”I was starting to feel like I’d just won the lottery.“So before this comes up again, I just wanted to hear from you. Are you OK with this?”For some stupid reason, I guess I was being coy but on the other hand, I wanted to know exactly what I was getting into. “Am I ok with… what exactly?”She’d been completely fluent until now. Suddenly it was her that was having trouble forming sentences. “Would you be ok with being… being intimate with us?”My brain and vocal cords were going to war with each other trying to come up with an answer. I was just getting to the point that I could give her a rational reply when she stopped me.“There’s more. Both of us have been around the block a few times. Sex for us, especially with the physical problems Mark has tends to be a bit different. Every time. What started out as a problem turned into a chance to explore and try new things… which I guess is one of the reasons I’m here now.”My throat was getting really dry. I took a sip of my iced tea.“And Mark is my soul mate. We’re together for more reasons I than I can begin to explain. The sex is a bond but it’s just one of a lot of things that keep us together. Honestly, I’m not sure I even have a name to describe what you’d be to us.”I could think of a few. Surrogate. Sex toy. JO buddy. Friend with benefits. I could go on I guess. She was offering varsity level, kinky sex to a hormone saturated k** that had to beg and be grateful for every half assed fuck he’d ever had until that point.“Where do I sign up?”.-2-We didn’t wait for the weekend to roll around. I went over the next morning and found the two of them hanging out by their pool. Modest bikini for Jan. Standard swim trunks for Mark. For a moment I thought I might have hallucinated the whole encounter from the day before. Jan seemed happy to see me and dashed into the house for some drinks. Mark looked a bit uneasy. The two of us sat there without saying anything for a while. This was odd. We’d hit it off, and even with the age difference it seemed we had a lot in common and things to talk about. He started to say, “I’m sorry if this makes you uncomfortable. If you’re having second thoughts…” when Jan walked back with a couple of beers.“Am I interrupting anything?” she said shyly.“I was just telling Mark how I can’t wait to get back to work”. That was funny for some reason.Jan plopped face down into a lounge chair next to Mark and unsnapped the back of her top to avoid getting a tan line. Her bikini bottom neatly tucked into her ass so that it looked like more of a thong. Mark looked at me looking at her and gave me a thumbs up. He seemed to be completely happy and at ease… maybe proud might be a better word to show her off.“You’re going to get a tan line where those shorts are visible… let me fix that for you.”Jan lay there with the barest hint of a smile as he pulled her bikini bottom down around her thighs.“Won’t she get a tan line there?” was my naively stupid question.“Yeah, but who cares. I like this view way better.” He was right. All that skin, glistening in the sun… did I mention she had a great ass? Not a barbie doll by any means, she had some serious curves with a well defined crease to set the arch of her butt apart from her upper thighs. Just a few hints of pubic hair filtering though her crotch.I looked nervously around the privacy fence to make sure we were on our own. I was vaguely aware of the sun getting hotter. Mark took off his shorts and started to slowly jerk off… I think he was taken with the idea that I was there to watch. He motioned to me to join him. Really? Is this a thing? The two of us jerking off on his wife?I wasn’t sure this was even sex…Jan looked up at Mark… “Wow, look at you!”, pleased to see him hard, mostly on his own.“Something about Mike being here seems to agree with you.”After this went on for a while, I had to ask “Not to be rude but do you guys ever actually fuck?”“We don’t. We can’t. At least I can’t. I can get just hard enough to get in the door but I get soft way too soon. It’s happened so many times and got so frustrating that we just stopped trying a long time ago.”Jan raised her head and took off her sunglasses, “But it means that we were forced to get creative. We’ve learned to try just about everything else. Sometime we miss the mark and it’s OK, we can forgive each other. Other times we stumble into things that most people would never give themselves permission to try and realize it’s just amazing. Not being able to actually fuck turned out to be a small price to pay.”Still, slowly rubbing his cock, Mark looked at me. “Like this. For most people they’re either having sex or not. At my age I’m good to go once or on a good day, maybe twice. The idea that the two or three of us can be together and have a slow burn that goes on for hours would probably confuse the shit out of most people but come on, now that you have had a sample, tell me it’s not good”.He had a point. I’d been rock hard for the better part of an hour and a half by now, loads of precum flooding the head of my cock. This was filthy fun.“So you don’t fuck? At all?”“Well we haven’t for a long time. We’ve had some friends that Jan’s been with. Some worked out great; others not so much.”“Hey, do you mind watching?” Mark said. “At least for now”.I love watching people fuck on film. Live and up close was just orders of magnitude greater.“Sure… I’d love to watch, just tell me what you want me to do”.His cock was getting a little harder as she leaned over to lick the head.“Do you mind if I take care of myself? I should have said jerk off, that’s really what I wanted to do but for now, that was enough.“Just be careful or we might just start watching you instead”. A gorgeous couple like that, watching me jerk off? Just the thought of it made me shudder.Jan was a great cock sucker. She swallowed him to his base, wrapped her hand around the shaft and bobbed her head like a paint shaker but even with all that, the poor guy never got very hard.Mark looked at me and started to say, “when I was your age…” but Jan cut him off. “Don’t start with that. You’re not his age and you’re still the guy I’m planning on getting old with so let’s just have some fun”.He looked at me with a shoulder shrug. Jan motioned me over with an “enough of this nonsense” look and took my fully engorged cock into her mouth. She put her hand behind Mark’s head and pushed his face as close to the intersection of my cock and her mouth as she could. Close enough to smell… close enough to feel the heat from the friction. I was in heaven.Mark was in some unrecognizable state of bliss. “Oh yeah, that’s it. You suck that cock like you mean it”. He was seriously jerking off now. His dick finally ready to launch.I loved having my cock sucked. I was just thinking about how I wasn’t sure how I felt about having some middle aged guy watching from so close when I started to cum. She couldn’t have been doing me for more than I minute when my cock went off went off without any warning. Jan instinctively ducked as I covered her face with what seemed like endless spurts of cum. Think I may have nailed Mark as well.I was mortified. I was trying to figure out how to explain or apologize when I noticed that Mark was licking it off her face and furiously stroking his cock at the same time. He started to cum, slowly at first but it seemed to build and build to just short of a climax that went on for what seemed like minutes.I had him beat in terms of sheer volume of semen but no denying I was jealous of how long he seemed to cum. Jan finished by licking our cocks clean of every last drop. She sat back on the lounger, smugly proud of the job she’d done.“I’m thinking that was fun for you?” Jan said.“Yeah but I’m sorry, so sorry I came so fast… I didn’t see that one coming.”“Darling, don’t you worry… it’s a beautiful day and we’ve got all afternoon”.After a jump in the pool to clean off, we headed inside. Mark said, let’s keep the clothes off as they both got busy doing things middle aged couples do when they have a guest. Straightening up. Pouring drinks. Checking for lunch ingredients. Answering a phone call and awkwardly reciting a recipe for Peach Cobbler to Mrs. Margolis, their 80 year old neighbor.I idly wondered what Mrs. Margolis might have thought if she could peer through the walls and see three naked people bouncing around the house in various stages of arousal. Mark plopped down next to me. “There was a time, right after my heart attack, when I thought my life was over. I’d met the girl of my dreams and then had to deal with the fact that I couldn’t fuck worth a damn any more. It was one thing for me, I was past middle age but Jan was in her prime. I couldn’t wrap my head around how she was going to stay with me when we were going to have a sexless marriage”.“It turns out I was underestimating her. I’m lucky enough that as my soulmate, she’s both horny and creative. She bought home some porn VHS tapes and talked me into watching them together. At first, it was just silly. The big hair, the nails, those cocks that were like something out of science fiction. But over time, she zeroed into parts of me that I didn’t even know I had. The three of us… her, me and the VCR wound up making a pretty good team. And even if we couldn’t fuck we had the craziest time doing absolutely everything else.”“You boys ready to go again?” Jan had the happy, anticipatory look. The one with a big smile and a raised eyebrow that I’d gotten used to so quickly.Mark said “You guys go ahead. I’ll jump in a few minutes.”She was standing in front of me. Legs slightly apart. Mark was right next to me waiting for the action to start. I had a thought that it was time to stop asking permission and just do what felt right. I put my hand between her legs and found a warm, wet spot that seem to quiver and made her hips grind into my hand. If it had been just the two of us, it would have been unbelievably hot but with her husband sitting right next to me as I was jerking off his wife, it took things off the scale.Mark gave her a loud smack on the ass, hard enough to make her yelp then grabbed escort fethiye her and laid her across his lap. She had her face in my lap and got busy licking my balls. Her husband rubbed the small of her back and slid both hands down to pull her ass apart.“You like butt stuff?” Holy shit, i’d heard rumors of it but none of the debutantes I’d been with had ever considered it for a moment. That was a next level thing for me so far.Jan, raising her head from my cock for a moment, “I used to think it was gross but it’s so fucking hot”.Mark licked his middle finger and gently started to rub her asshole. Jan threw her arms around my waist as she took my cock in her mouth. I had a brief out of body experience as I tried to imagine what this looked like…Some middle aged guy and me and his beautiful wife, naked, splayed across a couch on a weekday afternoon. Two or three of Mark’s fingers buried knuckle deep in her asshole as she made love to my cock. I was grateful that I’d already cum before… I knew for sure I couldn’t have lasted very long otherwise. But what kind of sex was this? Nobody was even close to fucking but it was the best, filthiest, most fun thing I’d ever done. I think Jan shuddered with a few orgasms over the course of a few minutes, the intensity of her sucking my cock going off the scales as a marker for each one.She rolled off Mark’s lap and knelt in front of him.“C’mon sweetie, I think you’re ready for some TLC” as she wrapped her lips around his cock.I guess I’m a voyeur, if anything watching her suck his cock while I jerked off was just as hot as having her go down on me.Unfortunately, his cock just wasn’t responding the way she wanted.Jan looked at me, “Can I ask for some help here… my mouths getting tired”.Uh oh. I’d been afraid of that. I thought there might be at least a possibility of same sex stuff and was completely unprepared for it“I’m not gay… I’m not real sure what I can do to help.”“Well no one ever said you were… you really think just helping me out is enough to make you switch teams? I’m just going to suck it for a little while more. If you can stroke it for me… just pretend like it’s yours”I wrapped my hands around the base of his cock. Like she suggested, it felt really familiar. I started to slowly jerk him off into her mouth. Almost immediately I felt his dick get harder. Instead of the rhythmic cycle she was using with her mouth, I used this chance to have some fun. I rubbed it on her face and dipped it into her mouth for some more lube. Against her mouth like lipstick… I looked up to see Mark starting to look happy.“That’s it, see that’s not so bad, is it?”It really wasn’t. It felt just like my own but more than that, I felt ecstatic at being able to make that much of a difference. His dick was rock hard now. Jan was smiling her lewd smile. I never thought serving someone, a couple would have that effect on me.It started to feel like he was getting close to cumming. Jan wrapped her mouth around him as I started to jerk him off faster. I was loving this. Mark reached over and started to rub my cock in sync with what I was doing to him. And then I started to cum… Mark aimed my cock directly at his wife’s face. She looked obscene as my cock spurted stream after stream of cum onto her, dripped down across her lips and and onto his cock that she was still consumed in devouring. Maybe triggered by the sight of this, Mark started to cum too. I felt his cock spurt in my hand, adjusted the timing on jerking him off and rubbed his cum covered cock all over her face.Jan’s beautiful face was covered in cum from the two of us. “See that wasn’t so hard… was it sweetie?” My head was spinning from having crossed so many boundaries in so short a time. I suddenly had the irresistible urge to taste her. I spread her legs and buried my face in her pussy. She gasped for a moment, then pulled her lips apart so I could get to her clit.Honestly, I didn’t know much about oral sex at the time. Barely even aware of the clitoris except as advertised by one of my friends who was fond of calling it a “joy buzzer”. “Start out slow” he said, “Then use the flat part of your tongue to draw circles around it. Let her reactions guide your speed and intensity”.That was some seriously good advice. Jan locked her legs around me and fucked my face as much as I ate her pussy, finally cumming as she pushed her hips into my face.“Where the hell did you learn that?” as she collapsed into a sweaty mess onto her husband.“I told you this morning, I couldn’t wait to get to work…”-3-I got home around 10. Slid by my parents who were glued to the TV and collapsed into bed, my head reeling with echos of everything I’d done that day. There was a reflex to jerk off and replay the scenes in my head but who was I k**ding… I was done. Spent. How many orgasms does it take to satisfy a 18 year old?The next day it was Mark who reached out to me. Same diner. Maybe even the same booth.He didn’t say much as he smiled and raised his eyebrows a bit.“You OK with all this? I mean you’re legal and all that and probably at the peak of your sexual prowess but it is a lot to deal with. On a lot of levels.”“I’m very OK with it. I’m not gay so that’s not somewhere I want to go but god… but the two of you. I’ve never met anyone like you guys.”“Yeah, we’re broken the two of us. It just happens that each of us seem to have the parts to make each other whole again. So yes, we’re definitely not your average couple next door but we do try to be good people as much as we can.“You’re not jealous?” That was the most urgent question in my head. “If I were in love with someone I think I’d go crazy to see them with anyone else”.“Yeah of course. At your age you need proof, you need to know that she’s for real and the price of that is her cutting out everybody else in the world except you. But what if I told you that people have a lot of other levels to connect on. And maybe the most powerful is being able to help each other live out their dreams”An order of grilled cheese and bacon magically appeared on the table. I had only the vaguest memory of having ordered that.“So when you see me with Jan, you’re sure you’re cool with that?”“When I see you with her, I see you making her happy in ways I can’t anymore. As someone who’s crazy about her, what could possibly make me happier?”“Ok, that’s all good but I can’t gloss over the fact that we… that we touched each other”He had a good laugh over that.“First of all, you don’t have to do anything you don’t want. But, who says you can’t try if you’re curious? When I was a k**, I had a priest have his way with me. I couldn’t have been much more than ten. Had no say in the matter. I went along because he was an authority figure and thought that he knew best. And of all the hypocrites talking shit about how evil premarital sex was, he was the biggest. This guy who thought nothing of stuffing his cock in my 10 year old mouth, had the balls to say that sex and and anything like it was wrong for everyone else.”“After my heart attack, the medications killed my ability to get hard. We tried and tried and then went for months living together like brother and sister but there was no denying something huge missing. The more we tried to ignore it, the more it felt like we were living a lie. I finally had the idea to bring home a friend of mine. I was worried sick about her having an affair but I figured if I was there, it wouldn’t be cheating. And for someone like her, in the prime of her life, it was something she deserved”.“You brought some guy home to have sex with Jan?”“I brought him home to have sex with us. I’d like to let you know there’s more than one way to do this, it’s just that most people never think to go outside the lines. I was blown away at how hot it was. It was amazing to watch another human being you loved getting so much pleasure at once. She held my hand while he was fucking her. She cried when it was over, hugged and thanked me over and over again. And over time, I got used to the notion that there wasn’t straight sex or gay sex but maybe, just plain old sex. And why the hell did anyone have the right to tell me what was right or wrong? That was 10 years ago. We agreed to let each try what makes us happy. I still chase her around the house. How many couples can still say they do that?”“Where is he now? What happened to him?“The truth is, the sex was easy. Emotions are hard. We lasted like that for a very long time and it was everything we wanted and more. But at some point, he decided he wanted Jan to himself. I was happy to share her with him. For a long time he was like a brother to me but I could never, ever imagine letting her go. It broke all our hearts and killed that relationship for good. Once the trust was broken, it was over. We both still miss him.”“If I’m honest, a big part of our attraction to you is that you’re sort of from another world. I can see you being part of our lives but can’t imagine you two running off together. And I genuinely like you. You remind me of me when I was your age.”I started to think of him as someone unique. At the time I had only the vaguest notion about things like BDSM and dominance or power exchange. The version of a Dom in the media is all about leather and whips and chains… and some poor slob getting beaten senseless while being forced to do some unspeakable things. Mark wasn’t that at all. I could tell that he liked me and for some reason that seemed to mean a lot to me. In my head, I was becoming tuned into the fact that I wanted to make him and Jan happy, not from fear or being coerced in any way… just from the fact that there was this odd dimension of affection and respect that I’d never experienced before. More than that, I was aware that it wasn’t an equal power dynamic. He was literally the adult in the room, someone I could naturally look up to.Jan was something else altogether. She could use her power over men to get whatever she wanted but who much preferred to take care of someone and be taken care of. Just under the surface, she also had the sexual proclivities of a cat in heat, a quality she wore with some shameless pride.This was new territory. I had a lot to learn.-4-The weekend finally rolled around. I intentionally didn’t jerk off all week because I wanted to go there fully loaded. It was a bit of a home coming. Jan was wearing a very conventional looking house dress and had cooked up some lunch. I had a passing thought to reach up her dress and finger her pussy… would that be rude?For a few minutes we made a good show of having a conventional lunch. Roast beef, lettuce and tomato on a kaiser roll. She already had that memorized as one of my favorites. Mark reached under her dress and she quickly smacked his hand away.“There’s plenty of time for that. Let’s just have some of this lunch I’ve slaved over.”She looked at me for back up. “Don’t you think so?”“I’m actually not all that hungry”. Mark already had his cock out and was stroking away.She looked at me… “Well, what about you?”The normal k** in me was saying something like, “Mrs. Anderson, would it be rude if I pulled out my cock and joined your husband and jerked off and watched as you walked around the room?”Luckily I didn’t have to wait.“Boys! You always have the same thing on your minds! OK, would you be alright if you helped to get Mark ready? Nothing you haven’t done already. Just stroke his cock like you did last time.”She said that as if she was asking me to toss out the garbage or clear the sink. Well that was now familiar ground and well worth the price if it lead to same kind of debauchery we’d had last week.Mark pushed his chair away from the table. His clothes dropped off in a second. I was getting familiar with his cock… thick, semi erect, uncircumcised like mine. I pushed my chair closer and started to rub. Jan sat there with slightly wider eyes the only sign of arousal.His cock was bone dry. I put some saliva on my hand but it seemed to disappear in a few strokes.I thought about what he’d said at the diner. I actually was curious about this stuff, it was just my social conditioning that kept it on the taboo list. Maybe for the first time I gave myself fethiye escort bayan permission to wonder what sucking his cock would feel like.I knelt down in front, stroked up until he was semi hard and put his cock in my mouth. It felt magic as it started to swell and get hard. Jan and Mark looked at each other, apparently proud that their student was coming along so well.I wouldn’t have expected to like it this much. The way it filled my mouth and hit the back of my throat. What precum tasted like as it started to flow. It’s really hard to pay attention to anything else when you have a big, sweet cock in your mouth. Suddenly all the hamster cages that had been spinning in my head started to fade. I got introduced to the feeling of his balls bouncing off my chin. At some point I noticed that Jan had slipped out of that house dress and was kneeling next to me.“Mind if I help?” she said as she pulled her husband’s cock into her mouth.I had a crowd of voices in my head loudly cheering me on. I could I suppose, just lean on an elbow and watch her wrap her lips around Mark’s cock. That was mesmerizing. Or, if I needed proof that it was really happening, I could join in. Suck it with her. Let her watch. She seemed to love watching me with that big cock in my mouth as much as she liked sucking it herself.I wanted to fuck her. We went to their bedroom. She was as ready as I was. I climbed on top of her and in a quick thrust, buried my cock into her. Her husband knelt by us, letting me suck his cock as I fucked his wife. I didn’t expect to last very long, the feeling of her grinding her clit against my pelvis made me lose it. She had a spectacularly muscular pussy. She could use her muscles to squeeze my cock and drain every last drop of cum out of me. I rolled off of her half expecting to see steam rising.She wasn’t done. “Mark…”Jan got the lewdest look on her face than I’d ever seen. Her tongue licked her lips as she spread her legs for both of us, positioning herself to give us the best possible view. A few moments earlier, it had felt like I’d cum in buckets and assumed that was it, the end. Now I was shocked to have a ring side seat and be privileged to see most of it pouring out of her pussy, dripping onto her asshole. Mark did a swan dive on to her crotch. He got busy licking it all off, every drop. From her belly, her pussy, her asshole but particularly he lingered on the last few drops that coated her clit. His tongue pushed the hood of her clit up and to the side as he sucked the last of my cum off of her. I’d been appalled by the sight that but now with her in mid orgasm, her mouth open, head back and toes curled, she was enraptured. So totally sublime she practically glowed. This was intimate in ways that I could never have imagined. I realized now that everything we’d done to that moment had just been a prelude. Now it was Mark’s time to claim his wife and make her his own again.-5-I was lying in my bed starting at the ceiling trying put together all the odd puzzle pieces that had fallen into my life. The summer was now more than half over, the first brown leaves dropping off the trees and starting to fill the pool. I remember that odd detail because the first thing I’d do in the morning when I got to the Andersons was to skim them off. Technically I guess, I still worked for them although they’d made it clear I was under no obligation to do so and still paid me in cash for just helping out. Things had actually worked out really well, the house looked better than it had in years. On most days Mark and I would work until around noon and then call it quits in favor of whatever flavor of depravity inspired us that day.There was no sense of rebellion in me at all. If anything as time went on I’d learned to trust them more and internalize what I needed to know for our arrangement to work.To borrow a phrase, our prime directive was to be honest. Jan who was the most emotionally mature of the three of us by far said we were a triad. Not quite polyamorous but for the dynamics to succeed we needed to be transparent with each other. Not that either of them were jealous. They encouraged me to see other people, sow some wild oats is how they put it but the gap from what the three of us had to dating high school girls now seemed like a yawning chasm. The next rule or guideline was that we should be noncritical and open to exploring new things. I initially thought that was a bit silly. There are only an arithmetically limited number of ways that people, even when deployed in groups of three, could fuck. In retrospect that turned out to not be true at all. People are endlessly inventive when it comes to ways of getting off.And I was now officially bisexual as well, measured by the directions and desires I brought with me to that house every day. I could fuck Jan as Mark amusedly mixed some drinks for us then suck his cock while Jan caught up with her soap operas. The best of course was with the two of them. At that age I had no problem getting hard or recovering quickly and be ready to go again but even so, the two of them were about all I could handle. Their philosophy was explicit, life is really short. To be young and physically viable is even shorter. You owe absolutely no one an explanation for your desires. I was a dirty minded teenager free to try anything.I started to think about what I could do to give back. They’d introduced me to a world I never knew existed and my life would never be the same again. There was for me, a sense of gratitude I needed to express to them.My first thought was to get Mark back in the saddle. The thought crossed my mind when of all things, we were watching a ballgame. Seventh inning stretch and the Yanks were down by 4. Just as it was starting to turn into a rout the manager walked up to the mound for what seemed like a solemn and endless conference. They were going to put in a relief pitcher. A lightbulb went off in my head. What a concept… that could work! Mark could get hard enough to fuck Jan, if he started to get soft I could fill in until he was hard enough to go back in. If we did this right, it could be really filthy and fun.I asked Jan what she thought. She said they’d tried (just fucking) so many times that it stressed her out just to think of it. My thought was he doesn’t have to last very long. Just as long as he was happy, then I’d be more than happy to fuck her. “Think of it as the two of us taking turns fucking you all night long.”The faint crease of a familiar dirty smile crossed her lips. Her index finger drummed against her chin as she seemed to make a mental assessment of the possibilities.“OK, let’s go.”“What, you mean right now?”“Of course, why would we want to wait. And besides, its’ an absolutely filthy idea. Let’s do it!”“Oh Maaaark…”He was in the basement rewiring a lamp when Jan called him back upstairs. She had a certain lilt in her voice when she had sex in mind and both of us were already conditioned to it. Like Pavlov’s dogs we came running every time.We’d fallen into a pattern in the last week. He’d peel her clothes off and take some pride in showing her off. Then get on his knees to suck my cock while I made out with her. I loved the way she’d run her fingers through his hair or sometimes grab my cock to stroke it into his mouth. Occasionally she’d kneel beside him and they’d both take turns, each one admiring the view while letting the other proceed. At moments like that I felt as blessed and lucky as I ever had in my life. At one point, Jan pulled my cock out of her mouth just long enough to say, “Look at you, you look like you’re the fucking king of Middlesex”.Mark seemed to love this. He had no problem as either a top or bottom but something about the physical dynamics of being on his knees, my cock buried in his mouth as I made out with Jan put him in a place that tapped in to some inner need. At times like this he was totally aroused.I motioned to Jan to get on top of him. He looked a bit surprised… “OK, we haven’t done this in while…”She straddled his cock. I buried my face in her cunt to help her get wet. Sucked Mark’s cock to get him hard then deftly plugged him in to her pussy.She started to grind right away. Her asshole rising and falling over his cock as he stroked in and out.“Slow….” I said. I’d never actually seen people fucking this close before and I wanted a good look.It was beautiful.I don’t believe in god but there was something almost spiritually transcendent about this. THIS is how human beings were made. Why the hell don’t people celebrate that? There should be photos of this everywhere, more popular than Coca Cola signs to celebrate this common humanity. For every one of the 7 billion people on the planet, two people had come together in exactly this way. And now I was a witness to something that virtually no one ever got to see.I spread her butt apart and guided her ass up and down but much more slowly than she had. The more I looked at them the more in awe I was. Mark started to get a little soft. I pulled his cock out to suck on him and got the supreme pleasure to taste Jan’s essence coating him everywhere.“C’mon Mark, fuck your wife. Show me what a slut she is. Get her good and wet so I can fuck her next.”He let out a soft moan as his cock got hard again.Jan looked back at me, giddy at the prospect of being fucked by the two of us.“Show me her asshole. Spread her cheeks apart… let me get a good look at our whore.”This had become a common kink for the two of us. We loved showing her off to each other. After some initial confusion Jan had learned to cherish this part. Not just to be fucked but to be on the lewdest possible display.I licked one of my fingers and started rubbing her asshole, now on full view. Mark was still hard. Jan gasped for a moment as I slowly buried a finger in her ass, deep enough to feel her husbands cock fucking her. Deep enough that I could rub his cock through the thin membrane dividing her pussy from her asshole.“Your wife is such a good slut. She really deserves all the cock she can get. Should I bring home a few friends next week? Let them all have a turn with her? Keep her well fucked and cum covered all day?”.Looking right at Jan I said, “You’d like that wouldn’t you? Be the neighborhood cum slut for the weekend. Get used to the taste of cum and being used and fucked whenever any of us wanted”.That seemed to push Mark over the edge. He started fucking her longer and deeper than he had until that point, then stopped with a final thrust when his cock was buried as far as it would go. I could feel Jan react as his cock spurted load after load of hot cum deep inside her.Jan had a look of ecstasy on her face that suddenly melted and gave way to some tears. Happiness? Relief? They came from a place deep in her heart and expressed a joy that she’d long since given up on. For a few seconds I was no longer visible as she threw arms around Mark and kissed him repeatedly.I think I was as proud as I’d ever been at being able to bring two people together. The balance sheet was still tilted in their favor in terms of what they’d taught me and the sheer amount of arousal that came to me as their gift but this was definitely a plus for my side.Marked winked and gave me a thumbs up. He could be such a ridiculous asshole at times but we both loved him anyway.With Mark’s cock buried inside her, Jan threw her arms around me and kissed me, the taste of our cum and both of our cocks still saturating the inside of her mouth.“That was wonderful. It’s been years since we were able to that. It’s hard to imagine how to thank you.”My cock was as hard as it had ever been. “Let me clean you up”. I’d seen Mark do exactly that and each time I’d been repulsed slightly less than the time before. Finally I’d crossed over from repulsion to arousal and flush with the victory we’d just had, I was ready to try.Mark pulled her legs apart for me. Whatever else is true, the visual of a beautiful woman, covered in cum and with the expectation of being worshipped is something seared into my memory. I started licking the cum off her belly and worked my way down to her clit. Lingered on her pussy, finally licking the remnants of his cum from her asshole. I hadn’t expected it but she started to cum again. With Mark rubbing her clit and my tongue buried deep in her pussy I could feel her entering a sacred space that was reserved for the three of us.

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