This is the third chapter in a story that I started a few weeks ago in the gay category. So yes, there's some bi stuff going on in here. I think this one is pretty hot, but if that's not your cup of tea then feel free to go on past. It's hard to know where to post stuff like this, but it a lot of fun to write, and I only wish that I had friends like these. Enjoy.
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Since that time a few months ago where Kent and I started messing around, things have been really good. We've figured what each other likes, and we play when we can. We are together a lot since we work together and we will have dinner with our wives at least once a week, so we have to be pretty discreet. But, yeah, about once a week we will find a way to get each other off. It might be a quick suck, or it might be a couple of hours in bed. You just never know.
We have tried all sorts of different things to see what turns us on, and it's been, um, interesting. I tried fucking Kent a couple of times, but it wasn't that good. First, he didn't like it all that much, and I was fine with it but I could take it or leave it. But we both love it when I get to bottom for him. He says my ass is tight and he loves fucking it. God knows I love having him pound away at me.
Kent really does like sucking, though, so sometimes he will suck me off without doing anything else. I love feeling him take my cock down his throat and shooting a load for him. And I love sucking him as well, but if I had to choose I would rather he fuck me. He does shoot his load on my face sometimes, and that is so fucking hot.
One time we met over at his house when our wives were gone for a few hours, and he was wearing panties under his clothes. They were his wife's, and really too small for him, but it was hot to see. And I did love feeling our cocks rub together while he was wearing them. That was really hot.
Neither one of us would think of us as lovers. We really are best friends, but we like to get off together in ways that we can only do with each other. It's not romantic or even that affectionate; it's about sex. I just enjoy Kent and I trust him completely. That helps to make it fun.
I will admit that I do look at other guys now and then in the locker room, but mostly that's just curiosity. I'll see a nice cock and wonder what's it like compared to Kent's. But I wouldn't ever act on anything like that. No interest in that at all.
Last weekend, Eleanor (my wife) and I went over to Kent and Cindy's (his wife) house for dinner. We all had a little too much to drink. We had just gotten some great news about a big client, and we celebrated more than we normally would have. The talk got a little too loose and, well, I somehow dared my wife to kiss Cindy while she felt her tits. Cindy is nice, about 5-8, 140 pounds with long, sexy hard and her tits are at least a C cup. I've fantasized about those tits more than once, but I'd never do anything about it.
My wife looked kind of shocked, and Cindy started blushing. But then they looked at each other and my wife finally said, "Well, what are you two going to do for us?"
I sat up and got very nervous. We were now on very dangerous ground and we had to be careful. I said, "What? Do you want money or something?"
Cindy said, "No, I think it would be funny to make you guys pull your dicks out. What do you say, Eleanor? Do you we should take that bet?" Now Eleanor was blushing, but she agreed. "Yeah, I'll do it if you two will take your pants off and keep them off the rest of the evening."
Kent said, "I don't know, babe, that sounds pretty weird. I don't know how I would feel about seeing Johnny's stuff like that."
Eleanor quickly said, "Oh come on, you've been teammates and buddies since you were wearing diapers. You have probably seen him plenty of times. Come on, Kent, wouldn't you like to see me play with Cindy's sexy boobies?" She reached over and grabbed Cindy's hand.
I looked at Kent and said, "Well, I guess I would do it if you would. But I think that, since we are taking clothes off, you two should take off your shirts and bras. That seems only fair." Kent nodded. "Yeah, that sounds fair."
Eleanor blushed. She was way outside her comfort zone. She's always been very pretty, but she's a little self-conscious about her body. Her tits are big, much bigger than her frame would suggest, and she's very shy about being so big. Eleanor is about 5-4, 120, but she is 34DD. And I love sucking those things any chance I get. My cock was starting to stir, so this might get embarrassing.
I said, "OK, girls, I think we need some fresh air. We aren't really thinking too clearly here." I was thinking that, if I yanked out my stiffening cock, that would not be good. So I tried to change the subject, but the girls were having none of that.
In fact, Eleanor said, "I knew that you would chicken out. Come on, I know you'd like to see Cindy's tits. You're always staring at her when we are swimming. And you, Kent, you almost drool when I'm in a swimsuit. You know you guys want to see us both."
Kent shifted in his seat and he stammered, "Alright, you first girls. Let's see em."
Cindy said, "Oh no, buster, no chance. You will back out if we do that. You need to be the first one to strip. I'll go after you do."
Kent took a deep breath and stood up. "Well, here goes. I can't believe I'm doing this." He started undoing his belt, and while he working on unbuttoning his jeans, he said, "Just the pants, right?"
Cindy said, "Come on Kent, quit stalling. Just take your clothes off, all of them. You know you look good."
So Kent stopped working on his jeans and just pulled shirt over his head. He didn't look at any of us, he just went back to his jeans, unzipping them and sliding them down in one move. He was wearing boxer briefs, and his cock was thickening quickly. I heard him mutter, "I can't believe I'm doing this.", and he yanked him down, his cock getting thicker fast. He was going to be hard really soon, I knew.
Cindy laughed. I just sat there, trying not to stare. Eleanor was staring. Hell, she was almost drooling. Wow, I think if I had just told her to go climb on it, she would have. I don't think she has ever looked at me with that kind of lust. To break the tension, I blurted out, "Damn, Kent, where did you get that thing?"
Kent was blushing by now, and he just sat back down. He didn't try to cover up, he just sat down and kind of leaned back. I guess he figured that he might as well enjoy the attention.
After a few seconds, Kent said, "OK, Cindy, let's see them. Don't leave me out here on my own." Cindy slowly got up and reached for the hem of her shirt. She started pulling it up slowly, teasingly. I was staring now, my fantasy coming true.
Just before she pulled the hem up to her tits, with just the hint of her bra showing, she stopped. "Do I have to get naked too, or can I just go topless?" I couldn't tell if she was hoping we would say that she could be topless, or if she actually wanted to get naked as well.
Kent said, "Go ahead, babe. It's kind of fun to shed everything." And Cindy started pulling her shirt up again. She got it over her head and then the collar got stuck in her hair and she was standing there with her hands in the air, her face covered, and her bra-covered boobs standing proud on her chest. She was sort of jumping around, trying to get the shirt free, and I watched her tits bouncing around as she struggled. But she finally got free and threw the shirt at Kent.
I'll never forget the vision of that rose-colored bra holding those tits. God, now I was drooling. Her hands went behind her back and she unsnapped the bra, then shrugged her shoulders and the bra fell free. Her boobs only sagged the tiniest bit when freed, and her dark nipples were hardening right in front of us. I was trying to burn the image of her tits into my brain.
She didn't waste any time, moving right to her shorts, yanking them down and kicking them away. Her panties were the same color as her bra, bikinis, barely covering her bush and giving the nicest hint of her pussy lips. She yanked those down too, and suddenly she's completely nude. I never thought this would ever happen and with my wife's blessing!
Cindy sat down and said, "OK, Eleanor, your turn. Show us those beautiful boobies."
Eleanor was blushing and breathing hard, and I thought she might have a panic attack. But she reached over, grabbed her wine glass and drank the rest of the wine in one gulp. She stood up and went right to work. Her polo shirt went over her head in a second, and Kent leaned forward to take good look at her tits. They really are wonderful, and she has no idea just how good she looks. She was wearing a white bra with lace trim, and the cups almost completely covered her boobs. Kent was seriously hard now, his big cock starting to leak. I almost licked my lips, thinking about how good that would taste, but I caught myself and turned back to Eleanor. She had her shorts undone now, and grabbed the waistband and slid them off in one movement. In contrast to her modest bra, her panties were the exact opposite. They were also white, but nearly sheer and they were tight against her, her bush puffing out the front. And it was a thong. I didn't even know that she had a thong. Cindy said, "Eleanor, you are absolutely stunning. I had no idea."
Eleanor blushed again, reached behind her back and had her bra off soon after. Before we could really even think, she had bent over and peeled off the panties, kicking them at me. They were wet. Her body was so beautiful, and I couldn't believe what a lucky man I am. She crossed her arms over her tits, but Cindy said, "Oh, don't hide em, babe, they are amazing. I'm almost jealous."