"I could smell the sex when I walked into the bedroom. Are those Megan's pyjamas?"
"They're not mine!"
"May I?"
"Be my guest."
It might not be everyone's cup of tea. But Dave was more than happy, quite beside himself to put his head right inside Megan's pyjama bottoms and breathe deeply through his nose, luxuriating in Megan's scent. Scent from Megan having slept in those pyjamas, her warm sex against the material, rubbing as she moved in her sleep, perhaps or probably slipping them back on after sex, her quim still wet and dripping with her own 'juice' and Alan's.
Dave felt a movement upon the bed. Knew his friend would be moving in to sniff his penis, take in the fresh scent of Jenny. He could not see Alan through Megan's pyjamas and thought that was probably good for Alan. Alan could sniff and taste in private without needing to worry what Dave thought, no need to 'perform,' just savour the woman wetted cock. Wank if he fancied without having to say anything about it. He could feel Alan's breath upon his wet penis. He must be close. Dave felt his cock being lifted and his foreskin rolled. It was a gentle movement, Alan no doubt intent on examining the wetness within the folds. Jenny's wetness there to be seen, felt, smelt and tasted - all the senses but one. He felt Alan's fingers touching and himself erecting to his full extent. And then Alan was wanking him, drawing his foreskin up and down. A pleasurable feeling as he took in the warm scent of Megan's pyjamas. Even through the cotton of the pyjamas the sound came to him, the 'fap, fap, fap' sound of his wet moving foreskin - wet from Jenny. Yes! Indeed! The fifth sense, Alan was indeed hearing the sound of Jenny's wetness!
Dave sighed; the feeling so good, the feeling of a mouth - Alan's mouth - sliding over his swollen knob, fellating him whilst tasting Jenny. Lovely to lie there with his head within Megan's pyjamas, enveloped in her scent whilst enjoying wet lips and tongue upon his penis - he could as easily imagine it was Megan not Alan. Not so when he took his head out from the pyjamas - Megan did not have a beard!
"May I?" asked Dave and the two of them moved positions so Dave could bring his face to Alan's cock - a cock still bathed in Megan's wetness. Dave pressed his face against the smooth hardness, breathing deeply; Megan's scent even stronger than in the pyjamas, his nose pressing into Alan's pubic hair, damp from intercourse with Megan. He licked up from balls to crown, up the prominent ridge, tasting Megan the whole way, flicking his tongue at Alan's fraenum, feeling Megan's moisture, particularly still present where it had been trapped beneath his foreskin, beneath the coronal ridge. Both men had eased them down straight after the coitus, after their pretend ejaculations so as to keep as much of the girl's wetness for the other man.
How good, Dave thought, to have been soixante-neuf with Megan, how good to bury his face in her soft wet folds, but he had to make do with the vicarious sexual organ - Alan's male organ which had been deep within Megan, where Dave's tongue could have in no way reached; good to push Alan's full organ into his mouth, feel the rounded and big bulb pass through his lips as he tasted and thought of Megan.
The two men lay there, mouth to the other's cock, minds full of the other's wife whilst their mouths were full of the other's penis. They had done that before, sucked upon the other's penis, but not for so long, nor with the intention of tasting not just the other's wife's wetness but both the female and male sexual fluids. Probably both would really have preferred to receive a mouthful of semen a different way; to have gone down on the other's wife after sexual intercourse and would have found it intensely erotic to have lapped at the woman's sex not just full of her own wetness but seasoned by her husband's semen - lapped and sucked at the 'cream pie.' A not unusual male sexual fantasy - perhaps shared by not a few women. Sucking the other's cock and making him cum was second best - but a good second best.
His mouth full of the taste of Megan, perhaps with a hint of the saltiness of the semen to come, Dave fellated as he would like to be fellated - and Alan for his part was doing a pretty good job as well. Both men well used to their wives fellating them, but, good as both Jenny and Megan were at cock sucking, they lacked the knowledge - the knowledge of what it was like to be fellated and what was best. Both men used their tongues, knowing just how good that felt. Indeed, they started mirroring what the other was doing. Indeed, for a few moments, Dave almost became confused as to who was sucking whom: it was as if he was sucking his own cock. Something, of course, he had always wished to do.
They had agreed they wanted to smell and taste the other's wife fresh from intercourse and they had agreed to swallow what had not been released within Jenny and Megan. It had been their agreement. The semen which should have travelled with the women to their work and been inside them was now passed between the men.
Dave found himself coming first, Alan's stroking and wet sucking too much. A groan and he was ejaculating, something he had done often enough in Jenny's mouth but not in his friend's. No let-up from Alan, no rejection, no choking removal of the cock, no let-up in the tickling tongue. Even before Dave had finished there was a sudden rush into his mouth. Something he had not experienced before, the hot first spurt of cum and then the second blast, thick, hot and filling. Dave began to swallow, the experience, the feel of the ejaculation whilst he was still feeling his own, so erotic. Eyes closed the two men finished their orgasm and lay still on the bed, still the scent of woman - the woman that was not their own - in their nostrils but a still hard and spermy cock in their mouths.
"Fuck, the bins!" exclaimed Dave, dropping Alan's cock from his mouth.
"Oh no, so it is!"
It was bin day!
The two men leapt naked from the bed and then burst out laughing. There in the mirror were the two of them. Naked and wetly erect. Not at all the appearance to give the street as they dashed to get their bins. Were they already too late? They could hear the sounds of the bin men - clanking, the rumbling of bins, the shouts of the men. Better if they had thought of the bins earlier. They could have dealt with the bins at their leisure Perhaps if they had lived in the country in a pair of semis and providing the bin men were not near, they could have casually wandered out of Alan's front door and each wheeled his bin behind him up their respective drives. So long as no one was walking past, so long as no one was driving past, they could have dragged the bins both naked and erect. Perhaps even have wanked the other rather daringly at the gate, enjoying the feeling of being both naked and erect outside.
Now they were in a quandary. It was Dave who moved quickest. He had, after all easy jogging bottoms and tee shirt to hand. Bare foot he raced down the stairs. Looking out of the bedroom window Alan saw Dave dragging first his bin and then Dave's bin up their paths just in time.
"That was a close one. We'd both have been in trouble with the girls. Full bins. They'd have certainly asked what we'd been playing at if we'd forgotten." Dave reached and lifted Alan's wet and flaccid cock. "I don't think I could have given the excuse that I was busy playing with your tool!"
Alan shook his head. "Best not."
The two men had enjoyed their delayed orgasm and their generous 'sharing, of their wives - not at all a real sharing, though the scents and tastes had been real enough. Both had work to do and resisted the temptation to have a 'session' together again that afternoon. Not so the next afternoon. Alan popped around to Dave's for a cup of tea; it was by arrangement. He had showered; he was expecting to, if not undress with his friend, at least get his cock out and have a wank. He was not disappointed.
"Was good to see you and Megan the other day via your phone. Thought you might like to watch too - well, not Jenny and me but you and Megan. I recorded it. You want to see?"
Upon the computer screen the scene began. Alan's bearded face blown up from camera phone size onto the big screen grinning out at them. And then came the sight of him stepping back and walking with waving curved erection to the linen basket, tying a pair of Megan's panties around his cock and walking around with them constricting the blood flow and making his knob really purple. Did he look ridiculous? Rather - and he said so to Dave.
"But not a bad cock is it?" And even with a pair of panties strangely tied around it, and despite the prancing around, it was not a cock to feel ashamed of. Funny too, to see the glance off camera and the hurried removal of the panties and Alan, off screen, dropping them out of the window. "You haven't uploaded it to some site have you, Dave, on the Internet? Awful if someone I knew came across it. It's so clearly me. So embarrassingly me!"
"Of course not, Alan. Mind you, would be rather good to come across someone we did know. Not that you'd tell him or her, but just so good to know his or her bedroom secrets. Stumble into someone's private site, meant only for him or her and a few select friends, or just someone's Cloud storage. Might be some pretty kinky stuff, bondage, and the like. Things you'd never know about the person who seems so straight and 'normal.' Don't you think? You wouldn't let him or her know."
Alan smiled, "You might just mention it in one or two cases."
"No, so unfair."
"Well, say Chrissie and a putative boyfriend. She wouldn't want her parents to see the pictures or videos. A little bit of blackmail on our part. You can imagine her, 'please don't tell. I'll do anything... Don't let them see me fucking.'
"Or perhaps see Chrissie giving a hand job. Their little girl taking a massive ejaculation all over her face; a real big facial, her tongue licking the salty cum."
"Yeah, I suppose for a parent... her poor dad seeing little Chrissie with a big knob in her mouth and the cum all leaking out around it as it spurted."
"Or just splashing across her face." Dave grinned. "So, yeah, I get your drift. I don't know. Could we really carry it through? Could I? Blackmail - such a nasty thing. Getting her to undress before us and... I wonder if she's on the Pill?"
"I was thinking more of her wanking or sucking but... sharing her. Yeah! We could really fill her!"
