Hot Tub Threesome 03

Author's note - [

This chapter continues the theme of a little more [mm] contact. Subsequent chapters will continue to build on this, but it will only be a minimal part of the storyline and will remain soft/incidental between the men.]

After our previous encounter, Jane somehow awoke in time for her regular gym session. I had no idea how she got up so early every Saturday morning, especially given our usual heavy nights on Fridays. However, this time was different. In addition to carrying my load in her pussy, she had another man's cum in her belly. The thought of this made me as hard as a rock.

The marks on her boobs I knew she could hide beneath her sports bra. The one on her belly could not be so easily concealed. The heat in the gym would make it unbearable for her to wear a shirt, forcing her to reveal her bruised midriff. The thought of her pumping weights and using the rowing machine while everyone wondered what she had been up to was a huge turn-on for me, causing my cock to bulge in my shorts. When she got back later that morning, she mounted me, her body covered in a sweet sheen of sweat and my cum still leaking from her.

"Did you feel it dripping out of you all morning into your thong?"

"Oh yesss," she replied, sliding her slick pussy down my length. "I could feel your marks on me all morning as my boobs bounced and rubbed against my bra. It felt so naughty. I was full of two men's cum, and no one else had any clue. I was wondering if it would leave a wet spot on my leggings. I wore light-colored ones to make it easier to see. What would they think if they knew I was such a dirty little slut?" This sent her over the edge, her legs shaking as she came on my cock. That gave me the go-ahead to push toward my release, and I pumped harder and faster, pistoning in and out of her slick tunnel. Then I was coming, pulsing as I erupted inside her, pulling her close, desperate to feel her skin on mine.

The following week was the final game of the season, and somehow we managed to squeak out a win--five to four--with both of us men scoring two goals each. It may have helped that before the kickoff, Jane had whispered in both our ears, "You know, the rule is that if you score on the field, you score in bed." I think we both intended to score in more than one way that night.

After Jane's whisper, we'd both had to walk out to the field with half-erections, trying to disguise them under our thin shorts. Overall, the other team played well, managing to hang on almost until the final whistle blew, with John scoring the winner in the 89th minute. He thrust his arm high in a well-deserved celebration, but I knew what else was on his mind.

Back at the house--which seemed to be assumed by this point--Jane said, "Let's skip the hottub part tonight." She had no dissenters. Then she whispered in my ear, "Let's get freaky." Who was I to argue with that?

"I'll start the shower; you bring up some wine," she said, taking John by the hand. A thrill ran through me. The thought of them both in the shower, rubbing each other's bodies while I was getting drinks, excited me, although I didn't know why.

I heard the water start and took my time selecting an expensive bottle, opening it, and letting it swirl into a decanter, watching the blood-red liquid slowly swirl from the bottle. As I waited for the last of the wine to gurgle down, my mind went to the upstairs shower. What were they doing there? Was John soaping my wife's body, running his hands over her tits and stomach? Had she taken him in her hand, cleaning him off, their slick skin rubbing together as the water fell from the showerhead above them? My cock was hard, busting out of my shorts. This was the biggest turn-on ever. I didn't think they'd be fucking. For some reason, that felt like a step too far without me there, but other things were fair game.

The wine had been still in the decanter for some time when I decided it was time to join them. In our room, there was a trail of discarded clothes leading toward the bathroom: shirts, followed by shorts, shin guards, and then John's boxers and Jane's black athletic thong. For some reason, it excited me that she always wore a thong for soccer, even though neither I nor anyone else would ever get the visual benefit.

Steam was billowing from the shower as I approached. I could barely make out two pink blobs moving back and forth. It appeared that one of them was on their knees. I plunked down the wine glasses and started to strip off my own clothes, hooking my boxers down over my erection. I felt like I'd had a perpetual hard-on for the past three weeks.

I slid the shower door back, and there was Jane on her knees with John's cock in her mouth. As I entered, she looked up at me with a sheepish grin.

"Sorry, we kinda got started without you," she said.

"I see that, and I was hoping you would," I said, gesturing them to continue. John looked relieved that I was not upset.

I started to soap myself, ridding my body of the sweat and mud from the field. Jane continued working John, taking his length deep into her mouth. I moved in, and she took me in her hand, continuing to suck him. Her touch felt incredible, made more erotic by the steam and our proximity in the shower. It was big enough for three, but barely, and I felt John's body press against me as Jane worked both of us. I had an initial moment of squeamishness, but the sensations were so overpowering that I soon got comfortable with the unfamiliar feel of a man's leg rubbing on mine.

Jane swapped for a minute, taking me in her mouth and using her hand on John, who let out a moan. She gagged as my thickness met her throat--in contrast to John's slender length--but soon she had me all the way down, just as I liked, her lips meeting the base of my cock.

"That feels incredible," I said, reaching down to touch her slick, soapy breasts, which were just within my grasp. John moved behind her and kneeled, pushing his body against hers. I knew his cock would be sliding along the soapy skin of her back. He reached around, grabbing her tits and covering my hands with his. We slid against each other, sucking and touching; our three bodies merged into a single, slippery whole.

"Your turn," I said to Jane as we stood and sandwiched her body. I leant in for a deep kiss as John continued to massage her slippery tits, his stomch and groin grinding into her from behind as their bodies slipped over each other.

I got to my knees. John continued to grind against her ass and lower back. Jane's pussy was perfect. Waxed smooth, her tiny clit perched above her outer lips. She always complained that her clit was too small, hiding away almost inside her body, but to me, it was perfect. Her outer folds were smooth, obscuring her neat inner lips and tight entrance.

I kissed her smooth mons, teasing her. She leaned back into John, who started pinching her nipples hard. I kissed where her thighs met her body, nuzzling into her, not yet touching her pussy, teasing. She thrust against me, begging for more contact. I pulled back, breathing warm air over her clit, teasing her as John continued to maul at her.

"Please," she said, "don't tease me." I gave her pussy a lick from bottom to top, opening her lips wide as the flat of my tongue slipped up her warm center. I made sure to avoid her clit the first time, eliciting another moan from her. Then I inserted a finger, reaching for her G-spot as I gently tongued her clit. She was bucking against me, rubbing her ass against John's long, slender erection. She let out a hiss.

"Yessssss."

I inserted a second finger and applied more pressure to her clit. "Pinch her nipples," I said. I could tell from the increased intensity of her moans that he was doing so. Then I said, "Spank her. Spank her ass." John stepped back. "Whack!" He began gently, and given the amplifying effect of the water, that was probably a good thing.

"More," she moaned, pushing against me. John hit her again and again; I could feel him alternating the cheeks of her ass as he spanked her. Jane's moans were getting more and more frantic, and I knew she was close.

I started moving my fingers faster and faster, massaging her G-spot. I saw her legs start to shake and tremble.

"Keep going," I urged John. Then it happened. She'd never been a squirter before, saying it felt like she had to pee and was embarrassed to wet the bed. In recent months, however, she had been "practicing" with a toy and some videos she had found online, and she had been able to make it happen a couple of times, although so far not with me. She kept trembling, and I could see her stomach start to contract.

"Steve," she blurted out, "stop; I'm going to--" but that was precisely the point. She let me come on her face; now it was my turn to reciprocate. With a wail, she let go and came, a huge spurt of her cum erupting from her pussy.

The first blast hit me right in the face, coating my chin. I quickly moved down, catching the next blast on my nose and in my mouth. I clamped my mouth over her, feeling the rest of her squirt jet into my throat. I was in heaven; the combination of the shower and John's ministrations had broken through her self-imposed barriers of shame, and she had really let go. Her squirt and juices covered my face and mouth, and I loved it. I mashed my face into her as she fully let go, draining herself. Eventually, she stopped shaking and collapsed back into John.

I stood, leaned over, and kissed her deeply, letting her taste both of her combined juices on my tongue.

"That was amazing," I said, holding her tight and letting her come down slowly from her peak.

At that point, the shower was over; the lack of condoms and space was limiting our actions. After cleaning our bodies, we sipped wine while the water washed the suds away.

Jane got out first, tossing us both towels, and we made our way into the bedroom. There was no attempt at modesty tonight; all of us discarded our towels on the floor and made our way to the bed. A part of me wondered whether this was something we should do in the marital bed. Wasn't that supposed to be sacred? A haven we both retreated to where we could worship each other body and mind? I had to admit, though, that something about it turned me on--bringing another man into our haven and all of us ravishing our bodies in the bed that was meant just for the two of us felt deliciously naughty and taboo.

I took one look at my wife, naked, sitting on the bed, her perfect little tits proud on her chest, her body tight yet smooth. I couldn't believe I was lucky enough to be sharing these moments with her. I flipped on the sexy red light we used for our sessions, and on a whim, I switched on the video camera I kept pointed at the bed. After the video episode in the hottub, I figured we'd all be OK with it, and we could always erase it if someone wasn't cool.

She retrieved the weed pipe from where we had strategically kept it, behind the bed. She put in some green and lit it, her naked body shining with the light of the moon and the soft glow of the red light. John hovered close to her, exchanging puffs of smoke. I was enjoying the continued intimacy between them, their lips brushing together as they inhaled the pungent smoke. This was something I'd never thought I would like. The act of sex and fucking was one thing, but I was surprised by how much their intimate movements were affecting me. The closer they got, holding hands and kissing, the hotter I got--my erection was raging.

I went to our "special" drawer while they embraced on the bed and retrieved lube, condoms, our favorite vibrator, and a pair of velcro handcuffs. Full BDSM wasn't our thing, but Jane liked being tied up and told what to do. She made so many decisions in her day-to-day life that she loved not having to make any in the bedroom, which was fine with me.

Jane saw the handcuffs, and there was a gleam in her eye. "Oh, are you going to tie me up? Then have your way with me," she said. "Both of you big, strong boys." That was definitely the plan. John did not seem to object.

John rolled off of her, and I clamped the cuffs to her wrists. I love tying her up, but the problem was that it limited the positions we could do; her hands sometimes jammed uncomfortably between herself and the bed as I pounded her from above. I tossed John the box of condoms and spun Jane around so that her head was dangling from the bed. I stood by the side of the bed and offered her my cock. Since she had no use of her hands, she had to try to maneuver it in place with her mouth, which she almost managed to do, licking and slobbering at the sides of my shaft.

"Fuck her," I said to John, and he slipped on a condom and slowly inserted himself into her. He was so long that it looked like half his length was still protruding from her. Despite the dimness of the red light, this was the best view so far I'd had of him penetrating her, and I loved the sight of his cock pushing her lips wide as he penetrated her depths. I helped Jane out by lining myself up with her mouth fully and feeding her my cock. She was filled from both ends. She let out a sigh as John pushed fully inside her, stretching out her pussy.

"So, then," I said, backing out of her throat, "what were these new freaky things you wanted to try out?" My mind and body were tingling and ablaze. We had talked about many things during our sex sessions, fantasizing about what we'd do with a third, and I was curious to know how far she was willing to go. Spit roast was one thing, but there were plenty more I had in mind.

"Oh, I don't know," she said as I removed myself fully from her mouth. "I'm sure you will think of something. After all, I'm all tied up and helpless. I'm at your mercy; both of you." The last was said with a wave of her bound wrists toward me. I had no problem with that. While I loved spit-roasting her, there were far more raunchy things I could think of. The only question was how far she would let us go. I moved onto the bed. I'd been doing some reading on swinging and group sex during the week, and I knew one thing people hated was the husband-director who tries to choreograph the entire evening. I didn't want to be that person, but for now, there was no way around it.

"Get on top of him," I said, motioning to the head of the bed. I had no idea if this was going to work or not, but there was only one way to find out. "Let me know if this is too uncomfortable," I whispered to her as she shuffled her head to the headboard, looking somewhat comical with her hands bound. Jane and I had done anal before, but not often, and I was worried that this would be too much too soon. However, there was something else I had in mind. I hoped John was OK with a little male-on-male contact.

John helped Jane mount him, reaching down to slip his cock back inside her. Jane reached down to kiss him, dangling her breasts in John's face, her bound wrists forced into the headboard. When their lips touched, a bolt of energy shot through me. I knew some couples had a "no kissing on the lips" rule, but for me, that just added to the experience. I let them fuck for a few minutes, sitting back and taking in the view.

I took the bottle of lube and generously coated my cock. I knew Jane was already wet, but since we'd never done this before, I wanted to be extra cautious. My cock felt like it was twice its normal size.

"Hopefully this is OK with you." I gently pushed her down, so she was lying chest-to-chest with John, her bound wrists behind his head. Given the handcuffs, she had no choice but to be face-to-face with him.

I was getting a great view of their conjoined bodies by now, her pussy stuffed full of John's condom-covered pole and her puckered asshole, which I planned to service later if we were successful here.

Taking a breath, I lay my erection on top of John's, pointed not at her ass but instead at her pussy. I felt John's body stiffen, but he didn't complain. She looked back at me apprehensively, but I kissed her gently. "Let me know if it's uncomfortable."

I'd done my reading and knew having the longer cock on the bottom was the most likely way to make this work. I spread John's legs and pressed down. I hoped I didn't hurt her or him. It took a second, but I felt her give as we split her ever wider. A small gap opened, and I pushed in a little. She gasped, now fully aware of my intentions. I felt her stiffen, but then she took a deep breath, and her body relaxed.

I found the sensation of mine and John's legs touching slightly uncomfortable. I was far more accustomed to the smooth, silky legs of women than the rough hairs of men, which threatened to bring me out of the moment. Obviously, this wasn't going to make either of us gay. I focused my mind and let the feeling of Jane's pussy override my discomfort.

I pushed gently but firmly, and the head of my cock popped into her, followed by an inch or so of my length. Everyone seemed OK. I slowly pushed forward, rocking back and forth within her until, after a minute or so, both of us were filling her tight warmth. I'd never felt anything like it; it was so tight, so full, and so amazingly naughty and forbidden. John let out a sigh and started to thrust, but it quickly became obvious that we were both going to be pushed out if we moved together, so we took turns sawing in and out of her, first one, then the other.

Jane was moaning and pushing back against me as we filled her pussy. The pressure was intense, and I could only imagine what Jane was feeling inside. I felt John's length rubbing against me, both of us inside her tight, wet pussy. I'd been apprehensive about attempting this position, as I'd never had my cock touch another guy, even if it was through a condom, but this was incredible.

We were all perfectly in sync now. I'd pull out halfway, feeling John thrust into her, then she'd push back onto me as he withdrew and I pushed deeper inside her. I wished this feeling would never stop, but I knew it had to come to an end. I didn't want either guy to cum yet, and I knew at some point it was likely to get uncomfortable for Jane. Reluctantly, I backed out, leaving John's cock still embedded in her pussy.

"That was intense," she said, collapsing onto him. I reached up and removed her handcuffs, allowing her the freedom to move. Jane got the weed pipe out again, and we all took a toke, the echoing sounds of "Tear Drop" by Massive Attack providing the perfect backdrop to our thoughts.

"Yeah, absolutely amazing," he said, and I echoed the thought. My body and nerves felt like they were on fire with the stimulation. Jane moved away from John to recover and drink more wine. We were definitely fulfilling our fantasies tonight.

"How do we all feel?" I said, "Are we going too far, too much male-to-male contact?" But no one complained. Whether it was the wine, the environment, or our growing comfort, we were all just enjoying the freedom to experiment.

I wanted to go further but knew we needed to work up to it. I got the vibrator out and covered it with lube. I pulled Jane's hips toward me, putting her in doggy style. I slipped the vibrator slowly inside her until it was fully embedded deep within her. Then I coated my cock with a generous layer of lube and moved it above her pussy, to her other hole. She was tense, and the last thing I wanted to do was hurt her.

"Breathe." I whispered to her, stroking her back, and I felt the tension lessen. I lined myself up at the entrance to her ass. We'd sometimes do this on our own, a toy in her pussy and me in her ass. It took a while to get her comfortable, but once both were fully inside of her, she loved it, bucking back and forth on me with the toy on level 7 embedded inside her. I pushed slowly and felt her let out a whoosh of air as the head of my cock pushed firmly into her. I paused for a few seconds, letting her adjust and applying more lube. I pulled back, allowing the lube to coat me as I thrust forward, the first inch or so embedded in her. My cock was quite thick--significantly thicker than John's--and for a brief moment, the idea crossed my mind that it would be more comfortable if he was in her ass and I was in her mouth or pussy. However, I wasn't sure if I was ready for another man to be in her ass--yet.