"Hey, Stud. You gonna work on that all night?"
Peter glanced up from his computer and instantly forgot about the heat exchanger design on the screen. Kyra was standing in the door of the home office, stark naked.
"Nope." He stood up and walked around the desk, then took her in his arms and kissed her.
She plastered her body against his, grinding her hairless vulva into the big bulge in his blue jeans and dirty-kissing him. "That's good. Because I've got a fire burning and it can't wait."
He reached between her legs. "Is it burning HERE?"
"Maybe." She pulled away, turned around, and bent forward, showing him the little puckered brown hole between her sculpted buttocks. "Or maybe back here."
Peter sank to his knees and kissed Kyra's asshole, probing its center with the tip of his tongue. "Does seem pretty hot. Sure could be a fire."
"Let's find out." She took his hand and led him to the master bedroom. She watched as he stripped hastily, then wrapped her hand around his stiff pole and kissed him. "What a stallion. I'm so lucky to have you for a husband."
"I'm lucky, too." He cupped her big heavy breasts and rolled her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. "Married to a sex goddess."
He suddenly remembered something. "Weren't you going to visit your girlfriend tonight?"
"Well, yeah. Something came up." She ran her fingers up and down his stiff shaft. "Fortunately, THIS has come up, too."
"Tough luck for her." Peter gripped Kyra's butt cheeks and pulled her crotch into his. "Good luck for me."
"You know, it could be good luck for all of us. You're welcome to join us."
"I guess I'm just a little freaked out by the idea of a three-way. What if I get jealous, watching you with someone else?"
"You know I'm sleeping with Elana. That doesn't make you jealous, does it?"
"Knowing and seeing are kinda different. How'd you feel if you were watching me fuck her?"
"Horny as hell." She guided his hard-on between her legs, trapping it between her thighs. "You two are SO sexy by yourselves. Together . . . Oh man!" She rocked her hips, slowly humping his swollen pole.
"Well . . . We'll see." The idea was both exciting and scary. What if he fell in love with Elana? It was hard to avoid thinking about bad outcomes. But speaking of hard . . . his cock was painfully stiff.
"We're going to play a new game." She went over to the dresser, opened its bottom drawer, and took out a blindfold.
He'd never seen the blindfold before. "What's the game?"
"No looking. Or talking." She handed him the blindfold. "Just touch."
"All right." Peter put the blindfold on. It was good quality-comfortable but tight-fitting, completely blocking out his vision.
"Okay, boy." Kyra stepped away from him. "Come find me."
He wandered through the bedroom, feeling for her. It took a while to find her. Guided by a soft giggle, he caught her by the bathroom door. "Gotcha!" He took her in his arms and kissed her.
She kissed him back fiercely while rubbing her crotch against his and pressing her breasts into his chest. The blindfold was disorienting. Everything about her seemed slightly different-the pressure of her body against his, the feel of her breasts and buttocks, the way she used her lips and tongue . . . It was a little spooky, but also super-sexy.
Peter hadn't expected the blindfold to be such an intense turn-on. Somehow, it had transformed his already-lusty wife into a full-blown sex goddess.
Goddess Kyra turned Peter around and bent him over, then pulled his ass cheeks open and kissed his buttocks, gradually approaching his anus. "Oh fuck, that's-" He shut up abruptly when she slapped his butt.
She reached between his legs and jacked his stiff pole while licking his asshole with broad flat tongue strokes. That was great, but it got even better when she curled her tongue and pressed its tip into his puckered hole, gradually teasing it open.
Peter moaned softly and ground his butt into her face, taking her tongue deeper. She stroked his stiff pole harder and faster. He remembered this sex position's name-rusty trombone. It was the first time Kyra had played it. If she kept it up much longer, he was going to come.
He turned around and kissed her, tasting his own male musk when she thrust her tongue into his mouth. Somehow, his intense boner got even bigger and harder.
Peter took her hand and led her across the room, feeling his way to the bed. He found it by bumping into it with his knees.
Normally, he liked lots of foreplay, gradually building to a crescendo of passion. This time, he couldn't wait. He kissed her roughly, then pushed her down onto the bed, face first.
He felt his way to the nightstand and got the lube, then knelt on the bed between her spread thighs. She giggled softly and lifted her butt.
Peter spent a moment visualizing Kyra's pretty little puckered hole, then coated a finger with lube and slid it up her butt. She moaned with satisfaction and humped his finger. He added more lube and got a little more aggressive. She responded eagerly, rocking her hips and growling like a tigress in heat.
He almost laughed out loud. That growl had settled it. This wasn't Kyra. It had to be Elana. He'd already suspected that she and Kyra were playing a trick on him. He'd never admit it to Kyra, but this was an unbelievable turn-on. Elana was going to get the butt-fucking of her life.
He coated his super-stiff cock with lube and pressed its wide plow-head into Elana's asshole. With Kyra, he had to take his time and let her relax. This time, he pushed right in, all the way to his balls. She shuddered and uttered another guttural growl, clamping her anal muscles around his swollen pole.
Elana whimpered when he pulled completely out, then purred in satisfaction when he pressed his broad cock-head back into her hole. Her purring grew louder as he shallow-fucked her ass, pushing in and then drawing back, teasing her anal ring.
She swung her butt, trying to take his sliding rod deeper. With her face and chest flat on the bed she didn't have much leverage. She tried to lift her upper body and move into doggie position, but he put his hands on her shoulders, gently holding her down.
Elana's breath grew ragged. Listening carefully, he heard other sounds. Heavy breathing and the soft sound of fingers in a wet pussy. He could almost see Kyra standing beside the bed, bent over with her legs spread wide, masturbating while she watched him fuck her girlfriend's ass.
It was time to stop teasing the girls-and, more importantly, himself. He drew his stiff cock back, then drove it up Elana's ass with a savage knife-thrust, slamming his pelvis into her buttocks and shaking the bed. She screamed in surprise, but not pain.
Elana struggled and thrashed on the bed as he hammered her ass, putting his weight on her shoulders to hold her down. The rougher he got, the more excited she became. Sometimes, sex with Kyra was like riding a wild horse. This was more like riding a tiger, or maybe a dragon. She bucked and fought, risking throwing him off, but he held on with desperate intensity, forcing her to his will as the cum boiled in his nuts.
She screamed, coming hard. Kyra was screaming too, no longer trying to hide her presence. Peter roared like an enraged bear, hammering Elana's ass with pile driver blows and firing heavy pulses of cum into its depths.
"Man!" Peter rose to his knees and his still-stiff cock slipped out of Elana's asshole. "This is a GREAT game." He fondled her smooth muscular buttocks. "I really got off." He patted Elana's butt possessively. "So did you." He took the blindfold off and grinned at Kyra. "And you did, too."
She laughed and kissed him. "How long did it take you to figure it out?"
"Pretty much right away." Peter stood up and then helped Elana to her feet. She was a little unsteady, but had a wide grin on her pretty face. She and Kyra were almost the same height, with similar builds and long thick hair, although Elana's was raven-black while Kyra's was blond. "Even blindfolded, I can tell my wife from another woman." He smiled at Elana. "A really sexy woman, too."
Kyra swatted his butt playfully. "Asshole! I'm still your wife."
Peter turned around and mooned the women. "You mean THIS asshole?" He looked back at them through his spread legs. "The asshole that some foxy lady . . . uh, the blond one . . . fucked with a great big strap-on?"
Kyra laughed and kissed Elana. "I told you he'd know."
"All right." Elana kissed Kyra back. "You win the bet."
Peter straightened up and faced Kyra and Elana. "What bet?" His already-stiff cock got even harder as he admired the two sexy women tangled in each others' arms.
"Winner fucks the loser's butt," Kyra answered.
"What about my asshole?" Peter asked.
Kyra laughed again. "Don't worry. Your butt is going to get royally drilled. But first, you're going to watch US."
Elana pulled away from Kyra and kissed Peter. "The way you fucked my ass . . . You were a total animal. I really like that."
Kyra giggled. "Dirty girl!"
"I've got two dirty girls," Peter said. "It's really great."
"But now it's time for some good clean fun." Kyra took Peter's and Elana's hands and led them to the bathroom.
Peter had fantasized about showering with two women, but never expected to really do it. It was even better than he'd imagined-two athletic female bodies, two pairs of big soft breasts, two beautifully sculpted butts, two hot pussies with neatly-trimmed pubic thatches, one black and the other blond, two pairs of soap-slick hands roaming over his body while he fondled them . . . Then they pushed him away and concentrated on each other.
That was hot, too. By the time they turned off the water, he was ready to bend them over the bathroom counter and hammer their hot little pussies.
"Oh no. Not yet," Kyra said. She and Elana were both grinning at the swollen pole growing from his crotch. "For now, you just watch."
