Awakening

My thoughts were sluggish, almost drugged. Again I heard her say "Have you ever?". Finally, I awoke enough to realize Monica was talking to me. My face and beard were damp. Not damp but soaked with saliva, cum and the lovely juice from her pubic hair and pussy. I had dozed off after feasting on her cunt. We had fucked and, as she had not come, I finished her orally. I loved it. Tonguing her swollen labia, tasting my own semen flowing from her. Riding her pussy with my lips as she jerks and bucks in rapid succession as her orgasms fire one after another.

I slid up her slim body, cupping her breast, nursing the swollen nipple gently. Swirling the flesh between my lips. I remembered her question. "What, what ever?" I felt Monica's gentle touch on my face. "Honey, you love eating me after we.. you know..after we do it. I was just wondering why you love eating your cum after we fuck. I love it, don't get me wrong!! But I was asking have you ever done a guy before?"

In truth, I had never been with a guy. Never ever. But I had thought of cock, sucking cock. It scared me and intrigued me at the same time. Not something I was comfortable talking to Monica about however. "No, hon, I never have." I screwed up my courage to tell her the truth. "But I have thought of it, thought of going down on a guy. It sort of turns me on, but when I look at other men, I just see men. But when I think of cocks I get turned on. The whole thing scares me, so I never ventured that direction." There it was out in the open. I slid further up, looking into her eyes to see her reaction. There was no anger, no shock, just bemusement and a little twinkle in her eye. God, what was she thinking? My cock was stirring again, rubbing against her thigh. She reached down a lightly stroked it, slid her finger along the shaft , and then brought her hand to my face. Monica just smiled, then slid the damp finger into my mouth. I closed my eyes, visions of a penis pushing past my lips, not just my lovely wife's fingers. I ran my tongue over the finger. My cock grew larger. Monica slid under me, grasping, gently slipping me back inside her. We moved quietly together, a lovely slow unhurried fuck. The best kind of fuck. We each were lost in own thoughts, but soon the spasms began, panting, thrusting...release and pleasure. Again I fell asleep, but this time with my cock buried deep inside my love.

The dinner was going well. Our friends were well into the wine and it seemed we all were talking at once. A mixture of friends, Monica's and mine, from work mostly. We had all been together before so it was a comfortable mix of people, everyone knew each other. As it got later, people began to drift off for home, lots a hugs and quick kisses on the cheek. Lovely, lovely people. We both would do anything for any of them. I was beat, ready for bed. My week had been hell. Sleep, that's what I needed right now. Monica is a night owl, so I kissed her goodnight as she sat on the patio with the last of our guests. A last glass of wine, a cigarette, and she would join me after everyone was gone. Only Michael and Carol remained, old friends of Monica's from her work. As I drifted off to sleep, I could hear them outside the door of our bedroom. Quiet laughter and talk, as they enjoyed the night sky and their good company.

The bed shifted. Monica sat on the edge, leaning over my face. Her gentle kiss on my temple. "Honey? Wake up for a second." I open my eyes, smiled and kissed her. In the darkness, I could only see her outline. "Would you like to try what we talked about a while back?" I didn't remember. "You remember when I asked if you ever had? You know, if ever had...wanted to make love to a man?" Now I remembered. "Michael will do it with you....I told him about it. And he likes men, well actually he likes both men and women, but he said he would like to sleep with you. Let you touch him." I was wide awake by now, trying to see Monica's face, trying to see if this was a joke or real. It was real. "Should I tell him to come in? Carol and I will leave you two alone if you want". My heart was pounding, and all I could do was nod. Monica smiled and kissed me. "Enjoy Honey." She slipped away, and after a awhile I heard Michael come into the room.

"I had no idea, I would never have guessed" he said. His clothes dropped to the floor, and then he slid into the bed beside me. Suddenly I was sweating, hot beyond belief. I could just see his outline on the bed, hear his breathing. I gasped for air, I had forgotten to breath. Michael laughed and rolled toward me, stoked my face and beard, and kissed me. Passionately he slid his tongue between my lips, and I did the same. I reached for him and we pulled together, our hard cocks touching. I jerked as the shafts intertwined. Finally, I could speak. " I want to taste you.. suck you. Please." He only nodded, but I thought I could see his smile in the darkness. Sliding down the bed, I reached for his penis. Closing my hand over the thick shaft and bent my face and slid it between my lips. The warm firm cockhead twitched slightly, and then more cock entered my mouth. It was good, very good. I moved my mouth up and down the shaft, tonguing as much as I could. Michael groaned, clutching my head, his hips gently moving with my lips and mouth. I took Michael's cock just like Monica would take mine. Slowly, reverently, sucking it, kissing it. Worshiping the lovely cock. God how I had wanted this moment, but could never tell anyone. And my beautiful wife had given me this gift. Michael bucked and tensed and my mouth was flooded with his semen, I gulped it down. The sheets were stained and damp from my own orgasm. I ran my hands over Michael's thighs and ass, his softening cock held gently in my mouth. Then behind me I heard a sigh. Monica and Carol, holding each other, they had both been witness to the birth of my new sexuality.

"Honey, now you have."

Our friends were gone. The first pale light of the new day was showing through the windows of our bedroom as I lay in bed thinking of what had just happened. Splashing and gurgling sounds came from behind me as Monica washed her face in the bathroom. Our overstuffed cat purred from atop the headboard. The bed shifted gently as she slid in , then scooted over to nestle behind me. Her tall thin body molded to my back, her lovely small breasts caressing my skin as she snuggled up.

"How was it?" she murmured. Her hand slowly stroked my thigh. I turned and kissed her. First tentatively, then more urgently as my tongue slid along her lower lip. I rolled to face my wife, licking her neck and then down to her breasts. Immediately her nipples began to swell and enlarge. I cupped her left breast, the one with the larger nipple. I lowered my mouth and sucked in the knob of flesh, bitting gently. Mon moaned a little and thrust her breast deeper into my mouth.

"How was it?" she repeated.

"It was extraordinary" I answered. My mind returned to the recent events of the night, only a short time before, when Monica's friends has been in this room. When her friend Michael had lain in exactly the same spot. "I can taste his cum on your mouth and there is still a spot, here, on your beard." She laughed as she wiped the semen from my face, and then brought it to my lips. An offering. I sucked the cum from here fingers, then sucked them into my mouth. My cock stirred as I thought of the beauty of Michael's cock, the first I had ever touched, that had recently been where Monica's fingers were now. How it had filled my mouth to bursting. It had pushed to the back of my throat, incredibly smooth but alive. It had been the focus of all my senses and then it had pulsed warm, bittersweet and then flooded my mouth to overflowing. I had loved it. I wanted more. And beautiful Monica had arranged it all. She had told Michael I would be willing, and then she had brought him to me. Offered him up. An Michael had given me his cock. His beautiful firm cock. And in front of my wife and her best friend Carol I had worshipped that piece of flesh as if it was a god. I had forgotten everything to have Michael in my throat, shoving past my tongue. I had licked it from base to head, unaware that I was moaning as I did so. Unaware that as he reached orgasm and pumped his cum into my mouth that I was coming myself. Soaking the sheets bunched between my legs, yet utterly unaware of it.

"I want more. I want more, and want to share it with you." I told her.

As I waited for her answer, I slide my legs between hers. Her pussy was moist, warm and clinging. Gently, slowly I worked the swollen head of cock across the lips of her cunt. With just a slight shift I pushed the head into her. Immediately she contracted pulling me in further, the heat told me of her arousal . I didn't move, only the twitching of my cock to stimulate us both. Monica's eyes were closed, her necks extended back as she breathed quietly.

Finally, she said "I want that too. I want you both together." The heat surrounding my cock turned up a notch, and her hips began to move slowly. "Will you suck him again, for me, while I watch, while I hold his cock to your lips? Her talk was like a drug.. It made my cock firmer, stronger. "I want you to fuck me while he fucks your mouth." We moved more urgently, the orgasm in me beginning to swell. The thought of Michael's gorgeous cock made me lick my lips. I came. I filled Monica's cunt and then more. She gasped and I screamed. We both were soaked with sweat as we held each other and shuddered. Finally, my breathing slowed and felt her fingers in my hair, her firm pressure as she pushed my head toward her belly. I buried my face in her hair, her cunt lips sopping wet. The aroma of our combined juices simply overpowering. I licked and drank and Monica responded with continued jerks and shocks.

"I'll call Michael tomorrow Love"

written by starwalkin

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