"I'm glad you enjoyed it, Pete ... I mean, I kinda could tell," I snickered. "But you did almost break my finger." I teased him.
"Oh shut up," Pete quipped.
Kristina was leaning into Pete, gently palmed his face and asked, "I think I caught most of it," we all looked at her trying to figure out what she meant. So, she explained, "You know, Mark's well-known talent. The teasing, the edging, twisting, all of it. I can't wait to try it all out.
"Oh, and of course the finger!"
That made us laugh a bit.
"Yeah, about that ...," he exclaimed and paused.
Marcella, who had come over and sat next to me on the floor, looked up at him and asked, "What about it, Pete?"
He looked down at us and continued, "How did you say it earlier? That was my 'holy fuck moment'."
We all chuckled.
Marcella wanted to know why. "Didn't Kristina try that before?" Looking over at her, "I thought you did."
"Yeah, maybe I wasn't ready, I was probably too uptight, or ... I don't know, it was different and I stopped her quickly. It felt gross and nasty." He looked at Kristina, "We liked the few times you wanted me to ... emm ... be the giver. And with you, Mark, earlier, it was great. But I can't believe how incredible it felt. I never even knew. When I watched gay porn, I always assumed it was for the giver really."
So I had to explain, "Pete, look at me!" I wanted to have his full attention. I put a hand on his knee and started, "Before Marcella introduced it to me, I felt similarly.
"And. By the way, we refer to the 'giver' as the top, and the other as the bottom.
"In the gay community and now on the apps, guys identify themselves as 'bottoms', 'tops' or 'vers', meaning they like both. And they mean it. So, it is totally okay not to be into something you don't like, for whatever reason."
Pete listened, "So, I guess heterosexual men are all tops then. And you, at some point, became a vers?"
God love him! He was so new to all this, but also so open to learn.
I agreed, and continued, "Yes and no. There are heterosexual men who enjoy being 'pegged' by their women. And, research tells us that men, who have bottomed, are really attentive tops. And yes, Marcella helped me become vers.
"When I was younger I had an experience that made me believe I was a top only. It was on my 19th birthday party. My parents let me use the house to celebrate with my friends. It was a blast. At some point most of us ended up naked splashing in the pool and fooling around. People were hooking up and making out everywhere.
Later in the evening Luc, or Luke, he was from Geneva, a center forward in my team. Gorgeous! Tall, curly blond hair, an awesome soccer player! One of my very best friends.
"Anyway, he came up to me, pulled me into my room and we started making out. Naked, on top of each other, rolling around. Sure, we jacked and sucked each other off from time to time, but actually kissing and making out was very new. We didn't even really know how, but I adored him and was really getting into it.
"I wasn't even aware that I loved this boy. He was just so into me and I was so smitten by him. It felt so good to make out with him. We were best friends and so hot for each other.
"At one point, he asked if he could finger my butt and, being curious and assuming that this was something a bisexual guy needed to do, I let him.
"We were so inexperienced and didn't know how to go about it. He made me lick his finger and just jammed it in. It hurt like a motherfucker and we stopped.
"I bailed. I probably freaked him out, but I was not into that shit at all. And I never wanted to do this again. In fact, it was so jarring that I kind of withdrew from him after. I still feel guilty about that. He was so kind and fun. After school was over we never saw each other again. I was sad but I convinced myself that I was only into fucking girls and sucking cock.
"I still feel sorry for Luc. It wasn't his fault, but I was embarrassed, shocked .... and so confused. Gay and bi men were supposed to enjoy it."
"But then Marcella changed everything, " Kristina said.
"But then Marcella changed everything, " I repeated. "On our second date, I told her I was bi ..."
"I was immensely turned on!" Marcella interrupted but I continued, "So our sexual exploration just skyrocketed. We were into anything. Together and separately. And then one night she does pretty much this," I pointed at Pete's cock and ass, "and I was a convert. First it was fingers, then butt plugs." I looked over at Marcella, who added, "And then I used one of my bigger dildos on Marky.
"You should have seen him. We started talking about the real thing, but for some reason it never materialized. We talked plenty about it and had plenty of threesomes with near misses.
"That is why I have been a horny mess since Friday. When he told us that, finally, he had had the opportunity. And boy did he make up for the past. Right honey?" She looked at me and raised her eyebrows.
"Wait. How?" Pete asked.
I grabbed his dick, which definitely wasn't flaccid, "Well, this beauty for one. But, yesterday, I went back to Paul and his friends. And holy fuck!" I looked at Marcella, then at Kristina, waiting if that was the moment we tell Pete about yesterday's insane fuck fest.
"What happened yesterday?" He wanted to know and I felt a little twitch on his now pulsing member. Of course I had to rub it a bit. I mean, I'm only human.
I instantly got hard too.
Kristina quickly got up and said, "Hold on a minute," and ran inside. What was she up to?
As she was flying through the back door, we all quizzically looked at each other. She came bursting back with her phone in her hand and plopped back down next to Pete.
Oh no!
She beckoned Marcella to squeeze onto the loveseat on the other side of Pete, who still had no idea. Meanwhile, I was still playing with him as he grew stiff.
"So, honey," Kristina started, "When Mark came back from his 'run'..."
Jesus, air quotes again?
"Marcella and I wanted to know everything. It was turning both of us on like crazy. We wanted to know if we could, maybe, meet those guys and watch. Did he even get their phone numbers, we wanted to know.
"So, Marky pulls up his phone. We were immediately in his face looking at the screen and, fuck!Paul had written something like '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.'"
"Oh Jesus, seriously! On what kind of planet were you?" Pete was incredulous.
"And he sent this," Kristina showed Pete the photo of their four hard cocks. The one Marcella forwarded to both of them.
Oh fuck!
"What? Oh holy hell, Mark? Really? I knew you liked cock, but damn. You went back?" Pete couldn't believe it. "And Marcella?You went along?"
"Pete, we all went! We were all sooo cock crazy," Kristina said. "It was fucking amazing. You would have looooved it. I mean, look at all these delicious cocks, sweetie. This was our chance to go wild."
Pete was overwhelmed but his dick was rock hard by now. The ultimate lie-detector. I never let him out of my hand. Marcella reached out and joined my hand massaging him. She even pinched his head to get some fluids and quickly brought it to her mouth.
Oh fuck. Marcella!
That just added to my own excitement.
But then, Kristina got up and straddled him. We withdrew our hands and she sank down on him and took his full length. She gyrated her pelvis and they both moaned. Marcella reached back and massaged his balls. Everything was so wet.
Between heavy breathing, Kristina recounted the moment, when Jay was in her mouth and Carlo was fucking her on the chair. "Ooohh, honnnn, Carlo's bananahhh wuzz, ah fuuugh!"
It was erotic as fuck. They were on a different level. Seeing Pete's rigid cock bend into her, the way her lips were separating and shiny, and literally dripping, all of it was just driving both Marcella and me insane.
"And... aaah ... lookk.... Fuuuuck you feel so good.... I sh shot this ....oh gad.... this videooo," how Kristina managed to still manipulate her phone, I had no idea, but they were glued to the little screen and only fucked harder.
I haven't seen OUR own porn yet, but I'm sure it was first class.
Marcella pushed me roughly onto my back, she needed it as badly as I did. She swiveled around and promptly mushed her dripping pussy in my face. Her whole sexy body laid down on me while her mouth sucked me deeeep into her.
I always liked to be on the bottom of a 69 setting. Something deeply erotic. The smell, the taste, the feeling of surrender. It always made me loose control.
She drove a finger deep into me and easily found my prostate. Massaged it. Poked it. Pushed it hard.
I just circled my thumb around her cute anus. Sucked on her clit while my chin was moving all over her swollen lips.
It didn't take long for the four of us to reach the inevitable climax. At about the same time that Pete grunted and came deep in Kristina and she was yelling out loud, Marcella and I road our own orgasm, although our cries were muffled by each other's crotch.
Marcella really liked my cum. Long after I stopped ejaculating, she was still milking the last delicious drops out of me. I'm sure she had to have swallowed most but to my surprise, I watched her climb off of me, go over to our friends and while kneeling next to them on the loveseat, gave Kristina a sensual, cum-sharing kiss. These two sexy minxes turned to Pete and proceeded to attack his mouth in a sloppy three-way French kiss. Their tongues danced all around and I could only guess that Pete had an ample taste of my seed. And he did not retreat, not an inch.
Hmmmmm.
What a lucky bastard. Two gorgeous, naked women were melting into his body, while he was lazily recovering from yet another orgasm.
I got up, slapped his knee and jokingly asked, "How was your day, buddy? Are your muscles sore from our run this morning? I hope I didn't push you too hard." I giggled while I was gathering up our dessert and made my way inside.
"I think YOU are the one who should be sore. Sore as hell. After seeing that video, I'm impressed you're still walking, gay-boy!" He retorted. I heard the three of them laughing and catcalling after me.
I had to smile. I always loved the banter between guys in sports. It showed a friendly, yet chest-pumping way of letting everyone know that you were good. And I was so good. And best of all, he was good.
...
Exhausted but completely satisfied, we all made it to bed. I thought I heard Pete and Kristina shower, but certainly they, too, fell asleep fast.
...
I was always an early morning person and even the very physical activities of the last few days didn't seem to have changed that.
Marcella LOVED sleeping in. She looked so sweet splayed out on our giant bed. I slipped out, quietly went downstairs into the kitchen and made a double espresso.
With my phone in one hand and the cup in the other, I sat on the love-seat on the back porch, back to the 'scene of the crime'.
It was Monday, a workday and I knew I had to be in the city for some meetings.
During the summer months, we usually tried to work from our house upstate, but this week, I had to be in the office.
I scrolled through some work emails, texted my secretary that I would be there around 10 and slowly got into work mode.
"Good morning, you're up early!" Pete was standing in the doorway.
