South of Ephesus, we then did take off a night in bed with her - or she with us. Even on a long honeymoon, couples don't have sex every night. Our trip together was not a honeymoon, of course, but she had a "very understanding attitude," as Hannes had said, and we respected easily her choice to just sleep a night with the one or other of us. Our "nights off" in bed with her averaged out, eventually developing into a routine. When one of us didn't one night, he slept with her the following night and did. She always then did want to.
That pattern didn't really develop until later, and there were exceptions. It took me a couple of months to recognize that after her period, she wanted it three or four nights in a row. Needless to say, Hannes and I were more than pleased to oblige her, usually having our cocks sucked to orgasm before she wanted to ride on them, later in the night enjoying an easy sixty-nine, sometimes a fuck in the morning, especially when my cock - don't know about Hannes' - was between her thighs, her fingers then helping it find her pussy. Then we would fuck in that position, fingers of both our hands rubbing her clitoris. After a night like that, it was easy to keep my hands off my cock the following night, even when I was listening to them doing about the same in the bed below me.
That was the routine, but there were exceptions.
On the south coast of Turkey, long before there were tourist hotels everywhere, we found a secluded little beach and went skinny dipping again. Then we were lying soaking up the warm sun. I am sure Hannes cock and balls were like mine: my sack very loose, my cock as long and full as it could be without becoming aroused.
That was very pleasant, so nicely aware of it without its being aroused, despite lying naked with Marie naked between us. Suddenly she sat up. It was always nice to see how her breasts moved. She looked down to her left and right at us and said cheerfully:
"Interesting to see you both like that, first time, I think. Hm-hmm! You're not both thinking about me, I hope."
"Not me, just the nice warm sun," Hannes replied.
"Same here, but since you asked ..." I added jocularly.
"Oh, then I could too," he enjoined with a chuckle.
"Especially if you keep staring, as though you hadn't seen them before," I added.
"Not really; too modest to really look, and when it wasn't dark, they weren't like now, and when it was dark, I couldn't see them."
"We couldn't ever see you," I remarked.
"No," Hannes agreed.
"You are thinking about me," she said.
"You started this; maybe it's you - thinking about us," I replied, still in a joking tone.
She shrugged and agreed:
"Well, now I am, I guess. Hmmm? Oh, I know, I want to suck your balls, try to. Never did that, but sometimes thought about doing it. Stand up and let me, both of you."
Hannes and I did. By now, our cocks weren't so relaxed. So that's how his looked, I thought, seeing it that way for the first time, seeing that his foreskin had slipped back, just hiding the groove below the head of his cock. He was looking at mine, probably seeing it the same way. I thought it inappropriate to look down and check, but Marie was looking back and forth at them, apparently intending to remain seated and to have us stand over her.
She raised her hands towards each of us, beckoning with her fingers, moving them like she did when she was jostling my balls. Hannes and I looked at each other with raised eyebrows. I gestured for him to go first. He nodded with smirk and stepped over Marie's thighs. She nodded with a chuckle, also smirking. He had to bend his knees to lower his balls to her upturned mouth. Her fingers stuffed the lower one in his loose sack between her lips. He hummed, giving me a grin. I saw her mouth close around it. When he responded: "Oooh! Uhnn!" it suddenly occurred to me that she could bite it off. Of course, she wouldn't, but it gave new meaning to the expression "having someone by his balls."
I could imagine how she could be sucking and licking his ball - licking a few hairs too. This was going to be good, and obviously was being for him, his cock inching up. She saw it and batted it gently, making it swing from side to side. My cock then was also rising. What was she going to do, when we both had full erections? And what about our seeing her pussy? I wanted to see what my tongue had been licking - now so many times. Hannes must also want to.
She let his ball pop out of her mouth and looked up at him, batting his cock again. It was now too stiff to swing as much as it had before, springing back against her fingers. She grinned and said:
"You must have liked that as much as I did."
"I hope you did," he murmured, looking like he was a little embarrassed by my staring at his almost fully erect cock.
She nodded, then looked at me, beckoning again. He stepped aside. As I stepped closer and over her thighs, she grinned and batted my cock, already near half mast. I bent my knees and watched her stuff my left ball in her mouth. Oooh! It did feel good, like I had imagined, but even better! My cock started to rise about the horizontal. If Hannes wanted to see it, I had seen his.
She closed her mouth around my ball and sucked and licked for a few seconds more, then released it, looking up past my cock at me with grin. She glanced over at Hannes' cock, which had sunk down a notch or two, and said:
"Guess I should have expected that; certainly hadn't seen them like that."
"We haven't either, each other's," Hannes murmured, looking at mine, then glancing up at me with wry smile.
"What am I supposed to do with them now; kind of my fault that they're like that?"
"Very much your fault," I replied, still stand over her.
Hannes nodded, then chuckled and said:
"I can think of something. Hmmm! Don't even mind watching, but only if you promise to be fair."
"I really should have expected that," Marie replied with a wry smirk and nodded.
She batted my cock again and then grasped it, pulling on it to help herself onto her knees. She glanced over at Hannes with a grin and then stared at my cock. She let go of it and jostled my balls, then snickered and licked, chuckling when it bobbed away. Good thing that he had said he could watch, I thought, she was obviously intending to make this more interesting for him - and me.
She played at doing that a couple of times, until my cock was again so erect that it could only twitch. I nodded with a chuckle and gave Hannes a grin. He also grinned, nodding back and said:
"I always wanted to know how someone does that."
We all snickered at his facetious remark, Marie just jostling my balls for a moment. She licked again and then lowered her mouth around the head of my cock. I moaned, and he also did, his cock rising a little in empathy with mine. I suddenly hoped that just watching - having to watch - wasn't going to be so arousing for him that he had to grasp his cock.
He didn't, and maybe Marie had thought about that too; she didn't do anything to prolong my pleasure, continuing to suck and lick, then bobbing her head, when her fingers could only hold my tight sack. I was moaning, my eyes half closed. When I recalled that he was watching, I opened them and saw that his balls had also drawn up - but he wasn't holding his cock. My hips twitched, and I forgot about him, my eyes again almost closed, as I felt her hand grasp my cock, moving on it with her bobbing head. She didn't just like to do it, she did it so good!
That good! I came with a grunt, and she moaned, several times. Hannes knew why; he also moaned. If it was that arousing for him to just watch, I didn't want to glance to see if he was holding his cock. Marie raised her head, licking her lips as she smiled slightly, and murmured:
"Good thing that I really like to do that, but you two are really going to have to do more than just see me."
I nodded, then venturing to glance at Hannes, seeing him also nod. He wasn't holding his cock, at least, not now. I stepped back, my cock bobbing. She beckoned for him to take my place. When he stepped closer, I saw a drop of clear liquid oozing out of his little slit, not the first one. She licked up more from the back of the head of his cock. Of course, it twitched away, like he had seen mine do. She licked again and murmured: "Tastes good," and then the head of his cock disappeared between her lips.
I wondered if it had been better to go first, having had my orgasm, so it wouldn't be arousing to watch them. Or was it better for him, vicariously aroused by watching us, and now enjoying anticipating his own - sort of one and half orgasms?
He was enjoying it, of course. If Marie had understood that he shouldn't have just to watch for too long - she must have, tasting that - now she compensated by letting his cock pop out, while her fingers scratched and pinched his sack, pulling at it. She had promised with a nod to be fair.
A really inappropriate thought suddenly popped in my head - before his cock popped back in her mouth. Of course a theology student studying for the ministry should be fair, treat all persons alike, caritas and all that, the religious expression, Greek "agape." His cock was back in her mouth when I remembered that "agape" was also the word for an early Christian meal, often described as a love feast. Wasn't her sucking both our cocks sort of a love feast, especially if we could return the favor, everything else we did?! How was I ever again going to be able to hear or use the word without thinking about this?!
I tried to forget about that, recalling how what she was doing had felt for my cock, enjoying hearing his aroused moans, then how his hips twitched. Of course, it was going to be just as good for him, her "being fair." Don't think about that again!
He came. Did it taste just like mine had? She could certainly know now from having just had us both spurt in her mouth. His cock slipped out, and she glanced over at mine with a "hmmpf" and said: "I'm not going to do it again."
I looked down and saw that my cock was again fully aroused, as she added:
"But you two are. I don't know yet what, and not here, but anything I want."
I nodded, and Hannes and I replied in unison:
"We will," then glancing at each other and nodding with smiles.
"You'd better," Marie murmured and reached up for Hannes to help her up off her knees.
