My Troublesome Lust

Trish and I were helping her friend Laura and her husband move. Trish knew Laura from work going back about five years and we had all become friends. They were not moving far, so nothing would change that way.

The only thing I could count on never changing was my desire to get into Laura's pants. Man she was hot!! And physically, she pushed all my buttons, with that perfect slim round ass, brilliant red hair, freckled skin, I could go on forever. Many nights I had fucked Trish while secretly imagining it was Laura.

So Trish and Laura went out to get some moving supplies and lunch while Tom and I finished packing up the kitchen. Trish whispered to me as they left, "Check out the box I found in the closet. I put it near the TV." Then louder so Laura wouldn't know their secret was discovered, "See you guys in about 90 minutes."

I discovered the X-rated videos sitting out in a box on the living room floor just where she said they would be. I got instantly turned on thinking that Laura had watched these tapes, probably gotten hot, and fucked Tom.

Holding up a CD and joking, I suggested to Tom that we toss-off before the girls got back. Tom didn't care that I'd found their stash, knew I was kidding, but he stuck one into the player anyway and we watched it from the kitchen while packing the last of the glasses.

Casually he mentioned, "This part's my favorite." On the screen a big breasted woman was tied-up and lying on a dining room table while a guy sat eating her pussy as if the table were set and she was the meal.

In the next scene the guy flipped the actress around to give her a throat swab with her head hanging over the edge. I commented that it was a hot scene too. Then I asked, curious, "Do you and Laura tie each other up? And if that's your favorite clip, what's Laura's?

"Nah, we haven't done anything with ropes yet, but we have a couple bondage videos like that. As for Laura, she likes seeing new positions that we can try out."

We had both popped boners much earlier which were straining at our jeans. The mere thought of Laura in a sexual context was feeding my hard-on.

Tom said it was time for a break. We sat on the couch, which was facing backwards since all the furniture was out of place. This meant that we had to sit sideways to watch the TV which was behind the couch. It wasn't long before our necks were sore, so then we sat facing the back of the couch Indian Style.

After just a few more minutes Tom went into the kitchen and came back with some towels, he made me stand and laid out the towels on the couch, saying, "We should hurry." Next he lost his pants and sat his naked ass back down cross legged to watch more while stroking his impressively long rod.

I wondered if it would hit her cervix when they fucked. Even in all my fantasies about Laura I'd never given any thought to her cervix, but his long cock led me down this mental path. I also figured she would probably not choke much, giving head to him, since it was so thin. Just seeing his dick revealed more about Laura's sex life than I had gleaned over all these years.

I was still standing - embarrassed. I really didn't want to beat off in front of Tom, but kind of felt like I had to since he was doing it. It wasn't that my cock was smaller. Yea, shorter at six inches, but it was a lot thicker than his too.

Tom fit on the couch better than I did so it was hard for me to masturbate without my legs getting in the way.

Boasting, he mentioned that just yesterday he and Laura had sex right there on the couch where I was sitting.

"Backwards on the sofa?" I thought. My secret lust for Laura got me all hot and would certainly be my undoing someday. I was so hot that I became singularly focused on getting a clear picture of Laura on the couch.

I started to ask Tom to tell me more about how she did it, then caught myself and asked how they did it. He told me that her legs were thrown over the back of the couch while he was diddling her snatch. I tried to picture his fingers buried in her pussy but couldn't quite figure where they both were, which is when Tom bragged that he would show me. I should have run at those words and If I had only known...

All I remember thinking about was her fire-red bush. Oh yea! I have a big thing for redheads!! What I wouldn't give to stick my face in Laura's red bush! My wife Trish is blonde through and through, which is great, she's just not red. Still I love her anyway. Ya know, I don't love Laura, it's strictly lust.

Standing up and walking around the couch Tom grabbed one of my legs and then the other and moved them over the back of the couch saying it would help me to understand the position Laura was in. I wanted so badly to understand.

I should have thought this was weird to have another man touching me while we were naked but my mind was wracked trying figure out just what Laura did and exactly how.

My legs were hanging over the back of the couch and it was an awkward position that made me do a perpetual sit-up just to pay attention to what Tom was saying about my creamy-titted fantasy.

Tom was still talking as he came back around, "I love the way her hair cascades down when she's upside down." I was obsessed with his words.

I looked up at Tom's upside-down face which was partially obscured by his swaying cock; he had the kind of devious grin one man would naturally have as he related private stories about he and his wife's escapades.

I grinned back conspiratorially. Thinking about her upside down was another first - in all my previous thoughts of Laura I had never imagined her with her boobs defying gravity like that and it sent me, uncontrollably, to new heights of depravity.

Tom was telling me how he played with her big clit and as he said it he reached across me and fondled my cock like it was nothing. His lusty words possessed me. I could have objected but his words were so fucking hot, "First I ran my fingers along the edge of her furry outer lips." He ran his fingers through the crevice between my balls and my crotch. "Then I lightly stroked her inner lips." Here he stroked my balls. "Next I rubbed her slick gash." He massaged my scrotum between my balls. "Once she was all wet I used her lubricant to work her clit. It's about the size of the first knuckle of her little finger - big for a clit." At each turn I couldn't stop him or I wouldn't hear what came next.

I was sooo turned in with thoughts of Laura splayed out on the couch like this that my cock throbbed a few times as he squeezed its head spreading my precum all around my crown. I almost shot my load right then. I would give almost anything just to hear more.

This new revelation that she had a big clit would fuel my fantasies for years to come. He stopped touching my jerking member and rubbed my balls a bit until I calmed down. I should have put a stop to this craziness right then but I almost had a clear picture of what she had done, I just needed a few more details, so stupidly, I asked him to tell me more.

I was so confused. I could not figure out how he fucked her in this position. Her pussy would be up near the back of the couch and even if he walked around to the backside he wouldn't be able to reach without a three foot dick. But if he straddled her then he would be pointing the wrong way. It just didn't make fucking sense.

Exasperated I dropped my tired head and just said what I was thinking: "I have to know how she did it!" And then I found out! Tom called out her name, like a man does in the throes of passion, stuck his long member in my mouth, and started using my throat without any warning.

I was shocked - stunned really! But mostly I was enlightened. He had not fucked her at all. In fact, he had throated her and now he was throating me in exactly the same way.

Oh, that image was intense!! I gave in. Somewhere in my mind I was Laura with my shapely legs hanging over the back of the couch and my upside down red-haired head receiving Tom's long thin cock.

I visualized my flowing fiery mane draped down the front of the couch knowing that Tom loved that. I thought about her double D funbags. Just how close to her face would they hang?

Once upon a time I saw one of her nips slip - it was crinkly and pinker than pink with a large areola. We were picnicking and she bent over with a bowl of potato salad when her top shifted. The power her body had over me was so intense that I jerked off in the bathroom as soon as I could get away.

Remembering that stupendous nipple I thought really hard about it now, reimagining her DDs on my upside down chest. In my mind she had both hands on her jugs pushing them together. I put my hands on my chest pushing on my pecs.

I formed my lips into a ring as he drove deeply past my tonsils. It didn't hurt in the slightest. In fact, it fit quite well. I figured since his cock was practically made for deep throating, that Laura probably took him down her esophagus at least once every time they had sex.

Wow! Blowjobs! No, not just blowjobs: deep throat blowjobs, and more often than just birthdays and holidays! Tom was a very lucky man.

He was still massaging my balls while having gay sex with my mouth. I justified my own part in it, telling myself that I merely needed to know what Laura did. Pretending to be her it wasn't actually gay: we had become Tom and his wife.

I didn't object because Laura wouldn't object. My throbbing erection was no more than a symbol of Laura's throbbing clit. Just think on that for a second: her -- throbbing -- clit! My mind was mush.

I did my best to make Tom happy, tightening my lips around his spit slicked tool as much as I could while keeping my teeth safely out of the way. Laura would have to breath when he fucked her face. I took a breath whenever his cock was on the backstroke.

Tom was bottoming out with every thrust, driving his balls onto my nose and surrounding my abused lips with his sparse pubic hair. Laura would love this position - so I loved it!

In a little while when I saw Laura again I would picture Tom's balls sliding around on her nose and luscious lips. That image would be my secret whenever I looked at her pretty face.

Tom moved my hands to my cock, "Touch yourself, Babe." My hands roamed all over my genitals feeling the electric excitement that she surely would have felt last night splayed out on the couch like this. My next intense realization was that she must have frigged herself with his cock down her throat. The very concept of her pink painted nails digging into her red bush was more than I could stand.

He ran his hands down my torso from my hips to my shoulders, returning to tweak my nipples. When he was focusing on my nips he kind of left only the head of his cock in my throat grinding it against the sides in a circular pattern. The incredible steaminess of thinking of Laura getting this treatment was out of this world.

She was going to be back in maybe thirty minutes. He and I would be done but I would look at her with a new deep deep lust in my heart. I wondered what other positions they found in which to fuck her upside down. The possibilities turned me on endlessly. When the girls got back I would have to control myself so I didn't show wood glaring at Laura.

I always screwed Trish after we saw Tom and Laura. Sometimes the same night, but sometimes I would postpone it a day to keep Trish from putting two and two together. I hoped I could get Trish to lay upside down on our couch.

Tom grabbed me just below my jaw which was a great relief since he helped me support my head. Additionally, with him taking more control of me I also felt less responsible for engaging in sex with a man.

With my hands on my big thick dick I couldn't resist pulling off. I had visions of my ginger fantasy getting drilled every which way, so I yanked on my pud frantically. It only took a moment, and the thought of Tom's cum dripping out of Laura's plump sexy lips, to push me over the edge. I gave a long soulful groan then shot gobs of cum all over my chest. With my cock being higher than my head streams of cum landed from my stomach to my chin. One splat landed on Tom's cock and was quickly pushed into my mouth.

After I had my orgasm I wanted to stop but was in no position to stop anything. Laying there in my sloppy mess, my fantasies of Laura were momentarily finished. I let Tom continue to use me.

He kept going for three, maybe five minutes more, making me wonder how much time had elapsed since we had begun - before our wives would return.

Tom started pushing it way up in there very slowly while I was hoping he'd hurry. As long as the passing of time felt, It really was only a minute before he started shooting ropes of cum himself.

But in that minute Tom lost himself in a fantasy that unknown to him mirrored mine. He closed his eyes and started crooning her name, "Laura, Laura your lips feel so amazing!"

I could feel each throbbing shot he fed me and I came again, with a little help from Tom who rubbed my wet cockhead between slippery fingers. I'd never before come so soon after a previous climax.

I am telling you the truth I was not thinking about being a guy giving a blowjob. I was not thinking about being able to take it all. My only thoughts were of Laura and what it would have been like for her, and that is what pushed me over the cliff - twice.

He stayed still, buried to the hilt, for a few moments. In my upside position, as he pulled that long cock out, gushes of cum flowed back with its withdrawal. The salty-chlorine taste of cum was unmistakable. Really, is there anything else that tastes like cum?

I couldn't swallow with my head hanging down like that. When I finally sat up my mouth seemed to be full of spit and snot and cum - all three slimy substances coating my mouth till, coughing and sputtering, I gulped it down as the quickest way to get rid of the evidence.

In all the years that I had known them I had thought about screwing her a million times and now the closest I got, was to have the penis that had done her, do me. Maybe that's as close as I'll ever get, but to me it seems like a pretty good deal.

We got dressed quickly, stopped the video, then scrambled to the kitchen just in time, so we could pretend to pack the last box.

We were eating our chicken sandwiches when my Trish reached over to wipe my face with her thumb, "You got a little mayo here." I thought nothing of it. Then sticking her finger in her mouth to wipe it off I saw an odd expression of confusion, followed by shocked recognition cross her face.

Minutes later I realized that there must have been a drop of cum left on my chin from my previous volcanic eruption...

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