I was surprised when Don and Tina walked into the hotel lobby that night. I was in Vegas for a little fun and they were the last people I expected to meet there. Don was a college classmate of mine – we had graduated from UCLA two years ago and Tina was the gal he married shortly after he graduated. I was still single. Don had gone to Frisco where he had a good job in advertising and I went back to my home in San Diego doing similar work.
We gave each other the big hello and headed for the bar to catch up on things.
"You're going to get new neighbors," said Don, first thing. "I've accepted an offer from your competition." He laughed.
"Then we're going to be working the same end of town," I said. "Will your company cover your club membership? If it does I can recommend you to my club – a great course and good facilities."
"Yeah. I got the perks. We might do that."
I didn't know Tina so drinks and dinner was a good opportunity to find out more about her. She was knockout beautiful with a fabulous body that just jumped out at me even when modestly dressed as she was. She turned me on and the first thing I wondered about was whether she knew Don's sexual history. He was bisexual, but he kept his gay side top secret.
Don and I shared an apartment the last two years of college and he had taken care of my sexual needs when I came home horny after some thoughtless gal said no to me. He dated regularly, but the gals he dated had no idea that he also enjoyed an occasional romp on his knees sucking a big one. I was one of the few people who knew that side of him.
The next afternoon Tina went shopping after a brief stint at the slots while Don and I tried our luck at craps. We had no luck! We went up to their suite for drinks and I had a nasty idea. I was thinking about Tina. After Don had downed a couple I started rubbing my crotch. He got the idea and it turned him on. We went into the bedroom and got undressed. Some might consider our favorite position in college a bit unusual. Don laid on his back with his head bent back over the side of the bed so I could fuck him in the mouth. My dick went past his tonsils and down his throat. I had a thick one but he took it all and never gagged.
He had a lot of saliva and got me real wet at first but then he just laid there and took the pounding, breathing between thrusts. He reached down and started jacking off. There was so much saliva it sounded like I was fucking a pussy. Saliva was dripping out of his mouth and running down his face. My balls were slapping him right between the eyes as I fucked him in the mouth. I always closed my eyes and fantasized that his mouth was a pussy because it felt just like one. It didn't take me long till I groaned and pumped a big load of hot cum down his throat and he started to ejaculate gobs of white semen up in the air and on to his belly. Damn! It felt good. It had been two years since I pumped a load down his wet throat.
I was breathing heavily and when I opened my eyes I got the shock of my life. Tina was standing in the open bedroom door watching us. Of course Don couldn't see anything except my balls hanging down between his eyes. Tina had just seen her husband fucked in the mouth by his best friend. What the hell should I do? I put my finger to my lips signaling silence. Then I pointed down and she slipped out of the hotel suite. I said my goodbyes to Don, making an excuse about a necessary phone call and headed for the lobby. Tina was in the lobby waiting for me and I grabbed her by the arm, hustled her on the elevator and took her up to my room,
"Didn't you know that Don was bisexual?" Was the first thing I said to her.
She shook her head. "He never told me. I never knew for sure, but after we got married I guess I suspected it."
She didn't seem as shocked as I thought she might be. I told her that Don and I had shared an apartment for two years.
"He was blowing you all that time?" Tina asked.
"Yeah. But, we both dated gals. Sometimes he saw other guys but I never did."
"Do you think of yourself as bisexual?"
"I never thought of myself that way. I never gave a blowjob and I never had a blowjob from anybody except Don. I always thought about it as just a friendship thing. Lots of times I came back from a date horny because some thoughtless gal wouldn't screw me and I felt like he was doing me a favor. Sometimes he would tell me he was horny and I felt like I was doing him a favor. Most of the time it just seemed to happen when he saw I was getting a hard on walking around the apartment."
This was a really strange conversation. Tina wasn't angry or even really shocked by seeing her husband blow me. It was as though her suspicion had been confirmed.
"Were you surprised or shocked to see Don blowing me?" I asked.
"Well for starters, Fred, let's get something straight. That was not what I would call a blowjob. Let's face it. You were fucking him in the mouth! Your balls were hitting him between the eyes just like they would hit some gal in the ass when you fucked her."
That was surprisingly frank talk from what I thought was a sweet little girl. But then I heard more. This was really some gal!
"And furthermore, your whole dick was going down his throat. I watched a long time while you had your eyes closed. You've got to be at least eight inches and it all disappeared down his throat – you were way past his tonsils. I can't take a dick even close to my tonsils without gagging and Don took that whole damn thing – and you're not just big, you're thick. It would not surprise me if you turned out to be his all-time favorite dick."
"I guess that's a complement, so I'll say thank you," I said.
"So what do I do? Do I ask him if he likes to suck cocks? Do I tell him I saw him sucking yours? Do I forget the whole thing? What do I do Fred? What the hell do I do?" Tina was obviously concerned about what to say to Don.
"I wouldn't say anything about it, Tina. You're moving to San Diego shortly and starting a new life. If Don's blowing some guy in Frisco that'll be over. Neither of us has any idea of what his sexual needs are – that is his male needs. How often does he screw you?"
Tina started laughing. "Kinda personal, but I understand. We screw about three times a week. He's rarely out at night without me. He may be blowing some guy but if he is it's during the daytime. Of course Frisco if full of fags."
"He's not a flaming fag and I doubt he likes those kinds," I said.
"Was it your idea to fuck him in the mouth or his?" Tina asked.
"Kinda personal, but I understand. You want the real answer?" I said.
"Of course I want the real answer."
I told her the truth. "The real answer is that it was my idea – I started rubbing my crotch and he could never resist that – he was on his knees right away. But the reason I did it was you,"
