I Give This Threesome An A

Annie and I taught at the same high school. She was history and social studies, I was literature and creative writing. We started working there the same year. We met, flirted, had dinner, fucked, fucked several more times, and fell in love. Then we got married.

I could hardly believe how Fortune had smiled on me. How had I ended up with such a smart, quirky, beautiful woman? Her skin was bronzy brown, kinky locks popped from her head. Owing to a mixed heritage, her eyes were a tawny green. She was a creative lover, big into fantasizing. During sex she would enthusiastically tell me what she wanted to do with some of the male students, and she encouraged me to do the same about the girls. I described fantasies that would make Caligula blush. It really worked her up.

* * *

One Friday night on a fine June evening, five years after we met, we were out at our regular neighborhood bar. The windows were open, letting in the mild air. The place had lots of warmly lit nooks, and there were no televisions. The bartenders' playlists tended toward alternative, shoegaze, and jazz at reasonable volumes. You could actually have a conversation with nice background music. And it was only a couple blocks from our apartment building, so it was a lovely setup for us.

That evening Annie came back from a bathroom trip with a younger man in tow. It was Patrick...Patrick

something

. He had graduated three years before, at the end of our second year of teaching. I remembered him being a good student--attentive, interested, and always prepared. I also remember him being a regular subject of Annie's foreplay fantasies, and no wonder: the boy was attractive, well built, and charming. Many times while I was frigging her or going down, she'd pick him out, saying, "Mmmm, have you seen that stud, Patrick Olsen? Those jeans he wears? His junk is always bunched over to one side--his balls and dong must be soooo big! I want you to watch him straddle me, me on my back, him rubbing his fat white cock across my nose and cheeks as I strain to get it in my mouth. And then, after I've sucked him off to a climax, you lick his jizz off my face! Ohhh, fuck! God! Uunhhhh!" And so on and so on.

"Dan, you remember Patrick?"

I was a little dazed, still picturing him slapping his junk on my wife's face. "Of course! It's good to see you, Patrick." I gestured to a chair.

We talked for a while. Patrick told us about college. He was studying law, working a couple of jobs, trying to have a social life when he could. He was full of energy and optimism. Annie was flirtatious with him, which both excited and embarrassed him. This went on for a long while. We talked about movies and books, had a few more rounds of drinks, and Annie kept making suggestive comments. Sometimes he would glance at me when she did that, but I would only smile. Annie liked her games. Who was I to deny her her fun?

While he was talking about how much he enjoyed having us as teachers, Annie asked, "What did you think of us?"

He frowned a moment in confusion then got it. "Oh, you mean as people! Yeah, you both have really good personalities. Pretty much every student loved the 'sexy teacher couple'."

His breath caught as he realized he had air-quoted that last bit. Annie and I looked at each other and grinned. She leaned toward him with feigned innocence. "Are you saying that's what the students called us? Dan and I were the 'sexy teacher couple'?"

"Crap." He took a deep breath and said, "Yeah, that was how a lot of us referred to you."

Annie laughed delightedly. "Are you serious? Why?"

Patrick looked confused again. "Well, look at you two! Mr. Krause--uh, Dan--is a handsome guy and he's in great shape and you...well, you're just gorgeous. I'll bet you were the subject of a lot of jerk-off fantasies." He drew a sharp breath, realizing that may have been too far over the line.

Nuh-uh, not with Annie.

She leaned in again with a sultry smile on her lips. "Did that include you, Patrick?"

He swallowed hard. "Uhh..."

"Because it's a two-way street, you know. Teachers aren't immune to beauty." She feathered her fingers on his. "I noticed you too: smart, good-looking, strong, and sexy as fuck."

"Jesus."

"I used to fold you into fantasizing when Dan and I were having sex."

"S--seriously?"

Annie said nothing. She sat back and picked up her drink. He looked at me, and I nodded. I gave the poor guy a wink to let him know that wasn't a problem for me.

He took a gulp from his beer, then, when he glanced at his watch, Annie suddenly said, "Are you up for a party? The three of us?" I should have seen that coming, but I still gaped at her. She and I had often talked about having a threesome, but never followed through. Here was our opening, I guess.

I think Patrick knew what she meant, but he played it carefully. "Do you mean, like, a nightcap?"

Annie finished her daiquiri and looked up at him from under her long, lovely lashes. "Sure," she said.

* * *

Partly drunk, we arrived at our apartment building and went up to the fourth floor....That was not our floor, so we took the stairs up to the fifth. Patrick and I were escorting Annie toward our apartment, our arms under hers.

"Goddammit!" said Annie, "Why are there two numbers in a row...with, uh, an "F" at the beginning?" She turned to me and said, "Tell Henderson to fix math!" Henderson was one of the math teachers.

Patrick looked at me over Annie's bowed head and said, softly, "I don't think she needs a nightcap." I only smiled in response.

Once we were through the door, Annie suddenly straightened up and walked smoothly into the kitchen. A few seconds later she came back out with two glasses of water. She handed one to each of us and said, "Are we gonna do this?"

* * *

In the bedroom Annie told Patrick to undress her. I watched them as I took off my own clothes. He unbuttoned her blue Oxford, pulled her t-shirt over her head, and stopped to stare at her breasts. They're pert with pretty dark brown areolas and adorable nipples, and they're a luxuriant handful. In that moment, they seemed to heave expectantly under his gaze, but that was just because she was inhaling lustily. As he reached for them she stopped his hand and told him to get on his knees and take off her skirt.

By this time I was down to socks, boxer briefs, and an undershirt--and I was getting hard. Patrick worshipped her body, running his large hands over her breasts, her stomach, her thighs, and down along her legs. Annie had lean, almost boyish hips. She was gently curvy and had a cute little bottom with cheeks that almost fit in your hands. Patrick found the zipper on the side of her skirt and pulled it down. He tugged gently on the hem and shimmied it off.

Her panties were white. The fabric was thin. The black hair of her mound was visible through it. I heard Patrick draw a sharp breath. He started to put his hand up to touch her, but then he paused and looked over at me, just off to his left. I gave him a little nod. Annie was looking down at him with hungry eyes.

Patrick pushed his face against her crotch and inhaled deeply. I removed my t-shirt and was going for my briefs when Annie shook her head. I waited. Patrick looked up at her and said, "You don't know how long I've dreamt of doing that. Jesus, I can't believe this is happening." He turned to me and said, "You're one hell of a lucky guy."

She had him stand up, then stood to his side and looked at me. "Dan, how about you undress Patrick." It was not a suggestion.

I walked up to him and unbuttoned his shirt, then pushed it off his shoulders and arms, which brought us chest to chest for a moment. He was very warm, and he had a nicely masculine odor. I admired his well-defined chest with its patch of blond hair running through the middle. My chest was lightly covered all over with hair. He was eyeing me as well.

He said, "I knew a lot of girls in high school who would have loved to see you like this, Mr. Krause." I gave him a look and he corrected himself. "Sorry--Dan. So many of them had the hots for you and your fit body."

He gave my nipples a playful tweak, which surprised me and caused my wife to utter a small gasp of delight. She looked at me and flicked her eyes down. I knelt and undid his jeans, then pulled them down. He wore regular boxers, which were presently tented with a prick at full staff. I yanked the boxers down and he stepped out of them. I stood up and pulled off my own briefs. Patrick and I stood face-to-face, our dicks almost touching. Annie ran her hands down our arms as she lowered herself to her knees, then grabbed our scrotums and pulled us together until our cockheads were pushed into each other's pubic hair.

"Look at this! My two big men! You guys are pretty much the same length, and you both have a big vein on the top and fat purple heads--you could be twins, but it looks like Patrick is just a little bit thicker." She began stroking our dicks and dragging them through each other's thatch.

"Annie," I said.

She really wanted to see some guy-on-guy action, but she knew I wasn't interested in that. She gave me a dagger-tipped look, then turned to Patrick and said, "I want you to do me doggy-style on the bed. Dan, I want you to lie so I can suck your cock while our former student plows my cunt."

Patrick said, "I can't believe I'm hearing this from my high school teachers!"

Annie and I shared a smile. So, so innocent.

* * *

I was on my back with my wife's dense shrubbery above me, labia pouting beyond the hedge and dripping wet. A girthy cock pushed in past the lips. There was a moment of resistence, but the blunt fucker sank in. Annie groaned roughly and pushed back. I was salivating. Why was I salivating? It was her smell. God, I loved her smell.

A moist silken mouth engulfed my prick. Yes, I noticed it, but I was more enthralled by the action above my head. Sure, I've seen porn--this, however: it was thrilling, erotic, and so beautiful to watch. A strong, handsome cock was sliding in and out of my wife's pussy. He was going slowly, balls swaying to and fro.

I watched their leg muscles flexing as they fucked. You know those muscles that run up the insides of the thighs?--well, whatever they're called, the ones on Patrick were flaring with the exertion of pounding Annie's twat. I traced my fingers up along them, feeling the tension and release, moving my hands up and down, up and down along them, then up and up until my hands were in the juncture of his thighs. His swinging nutsack was brushing my hands at every thrust into my wife.

And I thought: Why not?

I feathered my fingers to tickle his balls. I was fascinated by the rhythmic motion above my face. I wrapped my fingers around the connective stretch of the scrotum above the nuts themselves--you know, the wrinkly part. Does that have a name?...No? Then I'll call it 'the cinch'. I curled my fingers around his cinch. And then I tightened my grip.

"Ow!"

I didn't mean to hurt him, but it gave me an opening to say something that would thrill her. "Fuck my wife harder and I'll ease up." Annie stopped sucking me and looked between her legs to see what was happening, then she groaned.

He fucked her harder and kept at it for a long time. Annie writhed over my body as our former student slammed his cock into her. She was a writher. She lost bodily control when she approached orgasm, just like me.

I was still loosely holding his cinch (I've gotta trademark that) when he came. His nuts jumped up and the scrotum tightened forcefully. His deep plunging strokes stopped and instead became tremors and jerks. I swear I felt the surge of semen vibrate through his cinch on its journey to my wife's twat.

I was again enthralled. I watched his cock lurch and pulse as he pumped his seed into Annie, followed by subsidence and the slow relaxation of his nutsack. I realized I was still holding it. I let go.

Annie had come too, but she wanted more. She lowered herself onto my face and told me to lick her. She often liked to snowball after sucking me off, so I was used to the taste of cum, I'd actually grown to like it--but this was not my cum; it was another man's. I hesitated before putting my mouth against her slit. But, again, I thought,

why not?

So I stroked myself and ate her twat.

His creamy hot slop oozed out as I tongued her gash. I was working her toward another climax when I felt her move my hand away from my cock to take over jerking me off....But a moment later--just as Annie said, "Oh, fuck yeah! Do him!"---I realized it wasn't

her

hand. Then she came, so I had that to contend with that, by which I mean she ground herself against my face and I had to struggle to not suffocate. Like I said, she writhed when she came. Not much moaning, mostly just bucking, squirming, and trembling.

Annie came down off her orgasm and got off of me. I propped myself up on my elbows to watch Patrick stroke me off. His big hand was wrapped around my schlong, and he was looking into my eyes and licking his lips. I was so close. Then he dipped his head and engulfed me with his mouth. I inhaled sharply and Annie said, "fuck bunnies!"

I felt momentary revulsion. This was not me...right? I'm straight, as straight as an arrow. I couldn't care less what other people did in the bedroom, but I'm pretty solidly straight. I don't do shit with guys. That was certain.

However, he

did

have a talented mouth. And, also, I had stroked his thighs and held his nutsack. But that had somehow had seemed more abstract, like I was using a dildo on my wife. I was a bundle of confusion.

Annie was frigging herself as she watched us. He looked at me as he sucked. I was getting close when he suddenly pulled off. He kept jacking me and said, "So, look, I'm not gay. My dormmate and I got drunk one night and kind of began experimenting. After that first time, we would occasionally help each other out. Just handjobs and blowjobs, no anal stuff."

With that explanation made, he again took me in his mouth and continued giving me a suckjob worth writing home about.

How would that go?

Dear Mom and Dad, I hope you're both well. Annie and I are doing great! By the way, a former male student of mine gives really amazing head!

It wasn't long before my hips started to tremble as I felt the build-up to orgasm. I was panting rapidly. He pulled his mouth off me and jerked my cock. His eyes stared in a horny daze into mine, and his mouth hung open, and he licked his gorgeous lips. Jesus Loueezus, what a fucking turn-on!

My first volley of jizz overshot his face and slapped back down into his hair and onto his forehead, nose, and cheek. The next several he caught on the lower face and in his mouth. As I ebbed, he used my still-hard prick to smear my cum around on his face. Then he licked my shaft with long, curling strokes of his tongue.

I think I heard Annie snarling in the throes of another orgasm.

Patrick and I gazed at each other as he wiped the rest of my jizz into his mouth with his fingers.

* * *

He spent the night, but not before he texted his parents to say he had drunk a little too much and was going to sleep it off at his friend's house. We thought that was adorable.

We slept with Annie between us. Sometime in the early morning, just as dawn was looming, I woke up and noted that our arms draped across her and our hands were resting on each other's bodies.

I slowly ran mine up and down his flank, then dared to caress his ass. I was intrigued to explore another man, like some kind of tactile curiosity. It was a chance that had never been available before. It felt illicit, despite the fact that, earlier, I had watched him fuck and come inside my wife, followed by him sucking me off.

I realized he was looking at me, and that he was reciprocating my massaging. We smiled at each other and drifted off to sleep again.

* * *

Sometime in the morning, Annie roused us with coffee and water. She let us enjoy a few grateful gulps, then asked, "Do you guys know what the 'king of clubs' position is?"

She had us lie on the bed with our legs alternately crossed and interlocked, nuts and butts touching. She told us to stroke ourselves to hardness while she greased up her asshole.

I was a little pissed that I hadn't had more coffee.

Patrick's fat balls were pushing against my fat balls. Our knuckles brushed against each other's as we got ourselves stiff. I ground myself against him. I realized with surprise that I liked the feeling of his nuts, his hot nethers, his hairy taint rubbing mine. I was really hard now, so was he.

Annie dipped fingers into her hole as she watched us.

"Jesus," she breathed. "My men are so fucking hot!" She got into a straddle above us and lowered herself. I had her butthole, Patrick her twat. He swept his dick back and forth across her gash, taking particular care to thwack my prick as he did so. I got a good lodge in her sphincter and started to push in. Patrick was watching, so he positioned himself to sink into her plushness.

"Awwww...gawddamn!" she said.

I could feel his cock through the wall between her cunt and her colon. I could also feel her wetness soaking our nuts, and our nuts bumbling against each other.

Our hands roamed over her svelte body. I stayed on her hips and thighs for a long time, while Patrick went straight for her tits. God, her smooth dark skin drove me wild; I loved the dark/light contrast as my cock went in and out of her perfect little butt. Annie did the thrusting, controlling the pace to her liking.

She had put on music, an odd selection: "Kooler Than Jesus", and it was set on repeat. Why that song? Hell if I know. I told you she was quirky. Still, its driving rhythm suited the passionate fuck the three of us were having.

Her asshole was hot and tight. She and I did anal occasionally for variety, so she was accustomed, but it was definitely a lot tighter in there with Patrick's dick next door. She had lubed herself well, but it wasn't as slick as her slit, so the feeling was less forgiving; there was greater friction.

I moved my hands up her flanks and over her back. It was warm and smooth. I reached around to her front and ran my fingers over her ribcage to the bottoms of her breasts. Patrick was still fondling them. He grabbed my hands and dragged them across her tits and then pulled one to his face and sucked a couple of my fingers into his hot moist mouth.

"Oh, yeah! Fuckin' Jimmy Christ: hot man action!" she shouted.

Patrick pushed my hands down over her abdomen to her dense undergrowth. I found and diddled her nubbin with one hand. My other hand reached under and fondled his shaft and sweaty balls. I found his thickness exciting, and I loved how much Annie loved it. I curled a finger and thumb around him and savored her puffy, liquidy pussylips banging against my knuckles as I gripped his cock.

Annie was building up, rocking insistently forward and back, syncopating between our cocks. Patrick's legs and hips and mine were in constant motion as we also got closer. My balls ached from being slapped and massaged too roughly by his balls, so I'm guessing he must have been aching too. I didn't care about the ache. This position added so many new sensations to sex. He was panting and grunting, and, at one point, I think he grabbed my foot and bit into it. Annie cried out, "Shut up! Did I see that?"

God, her hole was so hot, her clit hard and slick, Patrick's cock beautifully filling my grip.

Suddenly, Annie sang out a lyric in time with the song: "I'm the electric messiah! The AC/DC god!" And then she started coming. We held her from each side as she thrashed and groaned. That was too much for me. I let loose inside her ass. Though I was intent on my own orgasm, I felt Patrick's balls tighten and his cock twitch in her pussy as he filled it.