They enjoy watching each other outdoors.
If you are offended by affection between men in a loving MMF threesome – then this story is probably not for you.
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We didn't wake again until the morning mists burnt off, and bright shafts of sunlight streamed in through the bedroom windows.
We got up sexually satiated – and even a little sore: but very pleasurably so. Buttocks, thighs, and back felt as though we'd worked out far too long the day before.
Nudity was the order of the day. Not a stitch of clothing was put on as we cooked up a large, late breakfast, and the smell of bacon dispelled the faint, musky odor of sex that had permeated throughout the cottage.
At one point I used the bathroom, and while there, I noticed a prescription of tadalafil (Cialis) on one of the shelves beside the mirror.
Ah, so! I thought to myself, remembering my brief episode of erectile dysfunction the evening before. Perhaps that's how Mike's cock got so hard - and how he managed to keep it up that long. I made a mental note to contact my own physician when I got home.
Throughout the day, we were totally comfortable with each other's nakedness, occasionally brushing against each other – reaching out to caress a half erect cock, breast, pussy or butt: along with frequent random hugs and kisses amongst the three of us.
After breakfast, we went down to the beach. All of us that is, except for the kitty-cat, Sam, who elected to remain in the safety and comfort of his basket on the window-seat, warmed by the sun.
Mike and Angela each put on knee-length terry towel robes. I was told to leave my swim trunks where they were: packed in my suitcase! Instead, Angela gave me a large, multicolored beach towel which I doubled over and wrapped around my middle.
We found a sun umbrella and packed a couple of baskets with additional beach towels, suntan oil, snacks, drinks, washcloths and books to lounge away the day in Adirondack chairs down on the beach, or at times out on the end of the dock which was located over the rocks, off to one side of the beach.
Once we got to the beach both Angela and Mike casually loosened the belt of their robes letting them fall open just as they would, and I elected to use my towel more as something to sit upon than a wrap around my waist. We sunbathed nude for a while but mostly sat around chatting or reading. We were perfectly comfortable in our nudity. I was fascinated to watch the subtle changes in their genitals with shifts of posture - and mood. And I'm sure that my own pudenda were studied as much as I did theirs.
At one point, Angela and I sat beside each other at the end of the dock dangling our feet in the water, with Mike about shoulder deep facing us at the end of the dock. I reached over to play with Angela's pubes: swirling them through my fingers.
"You seem fascinated with my bush," she said, spreading her thighs a little more for me.
"Indeed, I am," I answered. "I just love the way the glossy hairs sparkle with coppery-red tints in the sun, and the crisp, springy feel of your pubic hair in my fingers – that is, when not all matted down with jizz or pussy-juice. Your bush is so very thick, Angela. It so perfectly screens your
lady-parts
: which only adds to your natural feminine mystique."
She smiled and responded by gently stroking along the length of my flaccid cock with tips of her fingers.
"And you seem fascinated with my cock," I said.
"Oh ... Yes," she sighed. "Yes, I admit it. So very much like Mike's, and yet . . . so different too." And she went on to elaborate in some erotic detail.
Then, out of the blue, she asked: "Are you always so
cheesy
Tony?" Obviously alluding to the smudge of cock-cheese
(smegma)
she'd found under the rim of my cock's head the evening before.
"Not always," I replied, "only when I've not had sex in a very long while; or perversely, when I've had way more than usual. It's one extreme or the other, I guess."
"You taste delicious," she said with a dreamy expression. Referring, I supposed, to my cock-cheese.
"You know, I've often wondered about that . . ." I mused. "They say that there are tiny glands just under the rim which produce a protective secretion for the sensitive skin around and under the foreskin. I bet that those glands also produce male pheromones."
"Hmmm, you could be right, there," said Mike. "I noticed how much the taste of your cock seemed to hype Angela's arousal last evening."
"Oh, don't be silly!" muttered Angela, blushing a little at the suggestion.
"It's true," I contended. "After all, pheromones are extremely powerful in many ways – including enhancing sexual arousal. Many animals, such as cats and horses, are unable to even get an erection if their ability to sense female pheromones becomes impaired. If that little nub just behind the front teeth of a stallion
(called the vomeronasal organ)
is damaged or scarred by an ill-fitting bridle he is effectively unable to breed - because he can't get an erection - not even with human manual stimulation. That nub is also why animals such as horses, cats, and many others, roll up their upper lip with such a goofy expression (called
flehmen
) whenever they smell a female in heat. You see, that sexual grimace exposes her pheromones to a sensor on the roof of the mouth."
"And, related to that, I'd even be willing to bet," I said, warming to the topic, "sexual pheromones might be one of the reasons we humans have pubic hair: to hold secretions loaded with pheromones, then act like a perfume-wick sending them out to a potential mate."
"Which in Angela's case would be sending out one heck of a heady dose," chuckled Mike, obviously referring to the size and density of Angela's briar patch.
As we chatted, I took a tuft of Angela's pubic curls and tugged on it gently.
"Oh-h-h-h, I love that," she purred, spreading her legs a little, and her response made my cock bob up in arousal.
"Down boy, down. We can't play here: all exposed out on the end of the dock. Whatever would the neighbors think?" She said with a giggle. And gave my cock a playful slap. But that only made me even harder: my boner rising between spreading legs.
"In you go to cool off!" said Angela. She reached around behind me, and literally pulled us both into the lake.
When we surfaced, she turned to me, put her arms around my neck, and gave me a tongue flashing passionate kiss. Underwater my tumescent cock bobbed against her mons. But she only kept her legs closed until my erection began to subside in the chilly water.
Mike came over for a three-way hug. As he did so, I reached between us and gently pinched one of his nipples which hardened almost instantly. Then I switched to his other nipple, which induced him to move in a little closer. He'd not shaved that morning, I loved the coarse rasp of his beard on my cheek and hunger in his kiss that followed.
Perhaps because she felt left out, or perhaps just for fun, without any warning, Angela grasped my flank and tickled me. I all but doubled over in response. She had just discovered one of my greatest weaknesses: I am incredibly ticklish. So, to fight fire with fire, I lunged back at her and tickled her right back. Her response was even greater than mine had been. I was thrilled to discover that she is equally ticklish, perhaps even more so. Amidst laughter, and as much splashing as shoulder deep water would allow Angela and I spared off in a ticking match that lasted several minutes. Apparently, Mike is hardly ticklish at all, so acted as moderator of the game.
Eventually out of breath, Angela climbed up the simple wooden ladder attached to the end of the dock, leaving Mike and me in the water. She gathered up a couple of large, thick towels, She spread one out at the end of the dock and rolled the other up as a pillow. Then she lay on her back with her feet towards us. As we watched, she spread her legs and began to rub her pussy.
"Hey, no fair!" I playfully chided her. "You pulled me into the lake claiming a neighbor might catch me with an erection, now here you are blatantly masturbating. What the heck? What if a neighbor sees YOU?"
"The essential difference," she countered, "is the fact that I have two guys to keep a look-out for me!" It was a slim excuse at the best of times, but we played along with her.
"So, turn around and keep watch for me, while I relieve a little pent up horniness." She commanded us.
Which we dutifully did – for all of about three seconds. Her lookouts preferred to be looking in.
When we turned back to her, Angela had her head back and eyes closed, feet together but knees up and spread giving us an eye-level view of what she was doing. Her mound was cupped in the palm of her hand and her long fingers were laid flat slightly spread over her pussy. Pressing down she swirled her entire pussy and mound in large lazy circles. As she did so first one side of her pussy then the other formed brief deep creases as though smiling at us. As we watched her outer labia slowly swelled, flushed and flattened out. And as they did so, dark red ruffles of her inner labia poked out which she gently trapped and squeezed between extended fingers. With her other hand, she pinched and pulled, rolled and teased one nipple after the other.
