Going on a Run Was All I Needed

"Yes! I want to meet your new friends," Marcella squeaked.

I grabbed my phone, looked for Paul's text while both my wife and her best friend were hovering over me. They were so close, their tits were squished on my body.

When I opened the text, they both shrieked in excitement because it read, "Hi Mark, I know your wife would love to watch us fuck - call me soon and we will make sure she gets all the cock she wants."

I guess, this wasn't your typical coded text asking for an illicit encounter. It was open and honest and - fuck me - so in your face.

"Ask, if Kristina can join all of us tomorrow," Marcella instructed me.

"Hi Paul - thanks again for introducing me to all your friends. My wife's best friend (Kristina) would love to accompany us. I just had to replay our afternoon in all the details to both of them and now they are really excited to see all of you. P.S. you have no idea how cock crazy they are."

I looked at Marcella to get her approval and couldn't wait to hit 'send'.

She nodded.

Not a minute passed, Paul replied, "Fantastic, it'll be a great afternoon. Come around noon. No need to bring anything but your sexy selves."

An attachment followed with a picture of four very erect cocks all touching at their tip in a star formation.

"So, this big one is Paul, the curved one is Carlo, and this is Mike and Jay," I told them while pointing at each.

"Fuck me!" Marcella reacted first as she snatched my phone out of my hand.

They were both looking closely and zooming in.

"I just sent us this picture. I want to memorize it in my brain.

"You know what that means, Kristina. All three of us need to prep, shave and not cum until we get there."

"Oh god!" I moaned. "For sure! But first. Who wants to eat something? I don't know about you but I am starving."

We had a nice light dinner full of 'what if's'. Of course, they peppered me with more questions.

We remained at the table a long time sipping wine. We talked about all our firsts. Kristina, in particular, wanted to know how I discovered and then acted on being bi.

She said, "You know, with girls in school it was all about cuddling. It wasn't until college, when I became friends with Marcella that I started having sexual feelings towards a girl. It's not carnal, more sensual and intimate.

"But you, I mean boys in general, it seems to be all about a raw need to satisfy your needs."

"I guess, I get that," I responded. "Although I don't believe that there is a noticeable gap in sexual need between men and women. I mean, look at you two.

"What I do see, as someone from Europe, is that American society makes a lot of people incapable of being positive and honest about sex.

"I grew up in an environment where we didn't even need to have labels. Nudity was normal and everybody was encouraged to explore and define themselves.

"Here, every kink, every sexual expression, everything sexual is behind closed doors neatly hidden from everyone."

Marcella added, "It's true, Kristina, look at Pete. Even if he is truly expressive and curious in the bedroom, he shuts down and becomes uptight outside.

"Wouldn't it be so awesome if he could shed that insecurity? I have thought that for a while, I fully believe he would be so much more fun."

"Oh my god," Kristina laughed, "Can you imagine him coming with us tomorrow and those guys getting all handsy with him?"

"I mean, he looks great and has nice cock!" I commented.

"He does! Wait." Kristina looked at me puzzled, "when did you see his cock?"

"In the locker room and the showers, silly! Remember, we were both very active athletes." I explained.

Marcella, ever so curious, wanted to know if I ever wanted to get in his pants.

"Not really. If he was curious and would show interest, maybe.

"Anyway, what I'm trying to say is, that this cloak of secrecy and shame in the U.S. causes a lot of harm. Homophobia, slut shaming, obsession with porn, you name it."

Marcella got up, gave me a peck on the cheek, and started to clean up.

We followed along and in no time everything was in good order.

It was getting late, so we all hurried upstairs, put on some sleep clothes and got under the covers on our giant bed.

"Good night, you two and no funny business tonight," Marcella reminded us and we all gave each other a good-night kiss.

After such an eventful day, I fell asleep instantly.

We slowly woke up the next day around 9 and had a leisurely morning on the porch with some coffee.

Kristina, all of a sudden stood up, clapped her hands and said, "It's game day, boys and girls, let's get ready. I need a shower, and I probably should shave. Let's go!"

We all went to the bathroom, stripped and piled into the shower.

I got us fresh shavers and Kristina lathered us up. She took the razors and looked at me, "You first, dirty boy."

Gingerly, she started at my chest, went down and made me smooth all over.

"Down boy," she ordered and gently slapped my hardening cock. "Marcella! Why didn't I know that your husband has a really nice cock?"

While I was washing off the lather, Kristina shaved Marcella's pussy with such care and finesse.

"I need to get out, this is way too much for my brain," I said and got out with yet another raging boner.

I heard these two giggle and was wondering just how many times they have done that before.

Down boy!

After everybody was beautifully smooth and dried we made sure to moisturize every little part of our skin. Each of us used the toilet to quickly clean ourselves before deciding what to wear.

I chose a brand-new jockstrap. One that Marcella bought me, and over them some soccer shorts and a tight, colorful tank top.

I went downstairs and waited for the girls. I'm sure we were all giddy in anticipation of what might happen.

When I heard them come downstairs, I looked up and... wow!

Marcella was wearing a light, almost see-through white summer dress with spaghetti halters which definitely kept it from sliding to the floor. It barely covered half her thighs. Her breasts and the protruding nipples were clearly showing in all their glory.

She spun around, which made the bottom part of her whimsy dress flair up high and asked, "Do you like it? It feels so sexy and light."

"Hot damn! Do I like it? I fucking love it, sweetie! You both look stunning." I practically yelled.

Kristina wore a colorful tube dress. All tight, making all her curves look fantastic. She too, spun around and holy shit, it just about covered her ass. You know, you could still see where the cheeks ended and the thighs started.

"That's all we're going to wear," she said and lifted Marcella's dress exposing her freshly shaved snatch. "Nothing over and nothing under!"

"Oh. My. God! You dirty little sluts," I growled. "My cock is never going to be flaccid again, is it?

"Let's get on the road before I change my mind and dive in right here, right now!"

"Oh no, you wouldn't," Kristina said. "You can't deny us the promised parade of luscious cocks."

"And I get to finally see what you do with them," Marcella added.

So we headed out.

After a 10 minute car ride, I pulled into Paul's driveway and we all got out. It wasn't lost on me, that just a day earlier, a split decision at this very spot changed the course of my life dramatically.

The front door swung open and there he was. Standing tall in shorts and a pink polo-shirt.

"Well, hello! It is so good to have you all over." He walked towards us at the same time as we approached the house.

"Hi, you must be Paul," Marcella cooed. She seductively reached out to him while slightly flexing her hip. That minx! I loved her so much.

"If I'm guessing correctly, you, fine lady, must be Mark's amazing wife! Marcella?" He pulled her in for a nice cheek-to-cheek kiss. Looking over at me, "Good to see you again so soon, sexy!"

I was dragging Kristina with me while I closed the distance to him. I gave him a warm side-hug and introduced our friend, "Good to see you too, Paul. This is Kristina, Marcella's best friend."

Paul directed me to lead the way to the patio while he took both girls by the hips. They were both looking up at him melting already.

My dick twitched.

I walked through the house onto the patio. Hearing these girls swooning over everything they saw made me giggle.

"Boys! Our special guests arrived," Paul announced as soon as we reached the outside.

Carlo, Mike and Jay popped up and came over. They were shirtless but wore some tiny things to cover up most of their pubic area but definitely emphasizing their bulges.

The girls gasped.

My dick twitched again.

After brief introductions, we settled on the comfy, softly cushioned furniture around a coffee table full of drinks and fruits.

"Please! Let's have a toast," Jay announced, pointing to flutes of bubbly.

Everyone grabbed a glass. There was clinking noise and chatter everywhere.

At some point, Mike came over to me and whispered in my ear, "A promise is a promise, slut."

"All in due time," I answered as he slapped my butt again. I yelped. Marcella glanced over at me, raised her eyebrows and made an 'ooooh' face. I just smiled.

We sat back down and the way Kristina opened her legs gave me an unobstructed view of her voluptuous labia.

Again, my dick twitched.

She knew what she was doing.

Next to her, Paul was sitting down and patted on his leg while Marcella was talking with him. She took the invitation and lowered herself on one of his spread legs. She sat there conversing with him while he was gently brushing her inner thigh. At some point, they looked over at me and down at my very protruding bulge and whispered something to each other. They both gestured to me to come over.

"Marcella wants you take my shorts off and watch you suck my cock." Marcella only nodded and lifted his shirt off.

Without a word, I sank to my knees, undid his pants and started sliding them off. Paul lifted his butt making my wife fall into his chest.

somehow, she lifted herself just long enough for me to pull Paul's shorts off completely.

"Fuck me, you are so big," she breathed out and grabbed him with one hand, "oh my god and so hard!" She looked at me in awe as I shimmied forward. They were now cheek to cheek looking at me with fire. Never loosing eye contact, I licked his whole length. Marcella took hold of his base and pointed this glorious, oozing cock at my mouth.

And I went in. Down my throat for a couple of deep pumps. I bobbed a few times the entire length.

"Fuck, that's so hot," Marcella said, got up and kneeled next to me. "My turn!" with both hands wrapped around his glistening pipe, she sucked and licked and slid it all over her face. Our marriage definitely will work for ever because she and I liked a lot same things in life.

At some point, she and I were both sliding our lips and tongues all over his glands. We were sloppily making out with a big cock between us while Paul was happily stroking our hair.

I didn't even care what happened around us.

All of a sudden, someone pulled my shorts off exposing my asshole but leaving my jockstrap in place. A wet mouth started to lick and probe my opening making me moan and prop up my ass higher.

"Oh fuck, I have to watch this." Marcella moved herself over to my new assault while I was back deepthroating Paul.

The rimming stopped and I heard Mike tell Marcella to make him really wet. For the briefest moment I let go of Paul, looked back over my shoulder and witnessed my lovely wife suck her second cock today. She sure loved cock.

I went back to my own and heard her tell Mike to 'now, fuck my husband'.

I was so slippery that he slid into me in one fell swoop. No pain, just absolute pleasure.

And then he started pumping into me. Each time he pushed in, Paul hit the back of my throat. I was in heaven. Pure bliss. Not thirty minutes had passed, and here I was already on my knees being split-roasted.

Oh, and Mike was good. He expertly glided over my prostate. The brand new jockstrap already ruined for sure, I had to let go of Paul because I wanted to fully enjoy the pounding.

Marcella must have seen me freeing Paul's pole because she came back and was actually straddling Paul, who reclined his chair. In a slutty reverse cowgirl position, fingers on her clit, she was properly fucking a nine inch cock. We looked at each other in sheer ecstasy.

"Fuck my slut of a husband good. Fill him with your cum." She yelled.

I heard grunts and screams while Mike was relentlessly fucking me. "Aahhhrgghh, I'm cumming into you slutty husband".

With every.single.deep thrust he blasted my anal walls with hot juice. I kid you not, if my cock would have been touched just once, I think I would have bored a hole in the patio.

Marcella was so close, I could tell. She looked so fucking hot riding Paul. All i had to do was lifting myself up to her pussy and started sucking her clit. Paul's fat cock bumped my chin and every time he went deep, i could feel his balls.

That brought them over the edge. Marcella screamed bloody murder while Paul thrusted up into my wife. He yelled and together they rode an incredible orgasm.

Marcella pushed me off as she became way too sensitive. She lifted herself up to let Paul's heavy tool flop out. I saw white cum dripping out of her which I immediately lapped up.

Once she was clean, Marcella came down from Paul's lap, gave him a sloppy kiss, sank down to her knees and we both embraced and passionately kissed. We stayed like that for a while just enjoying each other's touch. I loved her in this moment even more.

She whispered in my ear, "I just saw you being fucked, love! And I loved seeing it so much. You're amazing, darling."

"Same, me too - so much". I told her and gave each other loving little kisses everywhere.

But... My boner never subsided and, of course, she noticed. "You didn't even cum yet, sweetheart" and removed my jockstrap. My cock hovered in the air enjoying its freedom.

But, honestly, i didn't care that much. Mike fucking me was so good, I was just enjoying the ride.

We tirned around, leaned our back on Paul's legs and, for the first time, took in the rest of the group.

Mike laid flat on his back recovering from nailing my ass and not all surprisingly, Kristina was sucking the life out of Jay's throbbing cock. And! Carlo was eating her pussy like a seasoned heterosexual. Not for long though, because he straightened himself up and lined up his curved banana to drive into her.

The sounds they made and the insane visuals were enough to get Marcella and I back in the game.

"Look at Jay, honey! I wanna see your beautiful cock fuck his man-pussy. Go, while I take off that silly dress and sit on Mike's face."

What got into her? She was possessed! But I so enjoyed her being in charge.

So, I kissed her, got up, walked over to Jay and - I just had to - kneeled behind him and started to eat his plumb ass.

It was extremely sensual. I only did that to Marcella before but this was nice. He put his hand on the back of my head and pushed me into him. He was sandwiched between Kristina's and my face.

He was kind of standing but leaning over to fuck Kristina's hungery mouth. I stood up and lined my dripping cock at his hole and drove in.

"Oh yes, honey, fuck Jay deep into Kristina." Marcella yelped while lowering herself onto Mike's face.

It was the second time I was pounding Jay and he remembered. "Oh yes, Mark, you just hit me where it counts. Give it to me good!"

And I did.

It appeared that even gay guys love eating pussy, because Marcella was nearing her - what - third orgasm.

Kristina's muffled sounds crescendoed as she climaxed and Jay, was about to drench her mouth. As he came, his ass clenched so hard on my dick that it finally sent me into oblivion. All the cum-producing teasing the last 12 hours finally allowed me to release the pressure. I came soooo hard.

"Aaarghhh. Fuuugh," I croaked as I shot reams of cum into Jay.

Jesus, what a fuck fest.

We all collapsed to the floor or the nearest couch. Kristina was splayed on the chair for everyone to see what Carlo shot into her, breathing heavily. She used one of her fingers to scoop up the little bit of cum on her lip. Carlo was on his back, limbs spread wide trying to recover.

However, of all people, my lovely wife, got up from Mike's drenched face and proceeded to lap up Kristina's snatch to taste Carlo's yummy seed. Why did I not know that she ate pussy. Yet another thing we shared.

She truly was insatiable. I was so proud.

We all were totally spent. For now, anyway.

Marcella came over to me and gave me the longest, most sensual open-mouth kiss. As our tongues danced I tasted a yummy blend of various cum and Kristina's snatch.

My cock responded fast. It pulsed to its full potential so fast, it was almost not natural.

Marcella stood up in front of me. I looked up at her and immediately focused on her pussy. Her lips were puffy and her clit was slightly poking out. Wetness everywhere. She saw me looking and teased me by spreading her slit with two fingers.

I stood up, embraced her while sucking on her tongue. Our slick bodies fully melting together. My hard-on pushing flat against her taint.

"I want more cum," she whispered into my mouth. "I want to see you being fucked by Paul's huge cock. Come!"

Seriously!!

She picked up a blanket from one of the chairs, pulled me with her to the grass and said, "Here!" She laid the blanket down, padded on it and ordered me to get on my hands and knees.

Like in a trance I obeyed and watched her naked figure walk back to Paul. She leaned over and said something in his ear and pulled him up.

I saw a wide grin on his face as he nodded. I also saw Marcella take his half hard dick in her hand to pump it a few times.

Fuck!

"Hey Kristina, come watch Paul fuck my slutty husband," Marcella yelled.

"Oh, I'm definitely want to see this." Kristina popped up. "And while we're at it, can one of you please stuff his mouth too?"

All the boys in the yard!

Everybody came hurrying down where I was. Mike, of course, commented, "Look at this cock-slut".

What a scene. Flopping dicks and dripping pussies approaching me from all sides. They all wanted to get in on the action.

Somehow, Marcella found the massage oil and started dribbling it all over my crack. I looked over my shoulder and saw her doing the same to Paul's massive, now totally hard pipe. She just loved handling it.

Carlo kneeled in front of me pulling back his foreskin smearing my face with his dripping curved banana.

Jay, who definitely wanted to be part of everything, came down next to me and told Mike, "Let's give those girls a perfect gay show. Shove that beautiful cock up my ass while my husband is fucking her husband." He got on all fours, his ass next to my face and my ass next to his face.

"Oh god, this is insane," I said as best as I could since Carlo slapped my face with his dick.

And then I felt Paul's enormous cock punch through my outer ring. With all the oil there was nothing slowing him down from impaling me all the way.

Fuck, it felt sooo good.

"Oh yessss, fuuugh meee," I screamed just before Carlo pushed his dick down my throat. Jay let out a big moan as Mike bottomed out in his ass. In a perfect harmonious rhythm Jay and I got banged to oblivion.

Moans, slapping sounds, and more 'aahhs' and 'mmfs' than I have ever heard. I was so enthralled, I totally lost control over where, who, what.

Far away, way beyond my fucking galaxy, I heard a voice cry out, "Oh my fucking god!"

I recognized the voice but Carlo's big banana in my gullet made me immobile. I couldn't see what Marcella was doing but I knew she was in a delirium.

So was I.

At some point during Paul's relentless assault to my quivering ass, I heard Marcella order, "Before you cum, turn this slut on his back."