Matt and I had gone back many years. We hit it off right away when I started working in a warehouse after getting out of the Marine Corps. He was a groomsman at my wedding, and he visited us in the hospital after the birth of my children. I always felt like we had a good friendship. We worked together for about 10 years before we both found ourselves taking different paths. He left to become a certified Personal Trainer and I finally finished my bachelor's degree and started my career with a different company.
We went a few years without really seeing or talking much, and our interactions were mostly limited to Facebook. Then he got engaged and invited us to his wedding. We had a blast getting caught up during the reception and we must have said "we gotta hang out more" a hundred times. At some point during the reception, I mentioned needing to get back in shape. He told me he'd give me a friend discount if I wanted a personal trainer. I basically brushed it off when he said it but filed it away in the memory bank.
A few months after the wedding I had a regular physical checkup, and my blood results came back with some random jargon and the words pre-diabetes. That got my attention. The doctor said he was concerned about my weight and wanted to see me again in a couple of months. Determined to lose some weight and get back in shape, I called Matt. He was happy to help, and the friend discount was still up for grabs.
He had a small gym, with a surprising number of fitness machines, in the basement of his house. We started working out four days a week after I got off work, and most days his wife Alana would join us. I certainly didn't mind, because Alana is gorgeous, and she's just as into physical fitness as her husband. Needless to say, Alana is a very sexy woman. I certainly wasn't going to kick her out of the room. Plus, the longer we worked out together, the more I got to know her as well. The three of us had a lot of fun getting me back into shape.
Two months later my doctor was shocked I had lost twenty pounds. The bloodwork came back all in the green and the words pre-diabetic were gone. While I was happy with the results of both the doctor's visit and the blood test results, I wasn't finished getting in and staying in good shape. We continued to meet four days a week after work. Eventually even my wife would comment about how good I looked, and it certainly helped us in the bedroom after the kids went to sleep.
One day I got a text from Matt asking me if I could come over to help him with a project he was working on in his house. He said he just needed an extra set of hands on something. I didn't have anything going on, so I agreed to help him out. I drove over to his house, and he let me in.
"Thanks for coming, it's just upstairs here," he said. I followed him up the stairs, still a little curious about what project he was working on. He opened the door to his bedroom and motioned for me to go in. When I entered the room, Alana was sitting on the bed in tiny shorts and a tee shirt. I looked around the room expecting to see a ladder or some tools, or really anything that resembled a two-man project. I didn't see anything at all though. Just Alana sliding to the edge of the bed, towards me as I walked in.
"Hey David, thank you for coming over," she said. "Matt and I have been talking, and he was pretty sure you would be the perfect friend to help us out."
"I'm always happy to help," I said. I looked around the room again. "So, what is it you need help with?"
She stood up right as I finished asking the question, and she pressed her lips to mine. At the same moment I felt her lips, I also felt her fingers on my jeans cupping my bulge. I immediately realized why they asked me over, and I was all for it. She kissed me more passionately and I felt her fingers begin to work my belt and zipper. Then I felt her fingers slip under my boxers and around my quickly growing cock.
She stepped back, sitting back on the bed with her feet under her. Sitting on her knees she leaned forward and guided my hard cock to her mouth. I let out a loud sigh of ecstasy as her mouth moved over my mushroom head and down my shaft. I looked down and just watched in amazement as her mouth moved down my shaft several inches and then back up to the tip, over and over again. Damn she looked so good with my dick in her mouth, and it felt even better.
She had been sucking my cock for a few minutes before I even remembered Matt was in the room too. I turned to look at him and I was a little surprised to see him just standing there with his dick in his hand watching his wife suck my dick. Then I got a little nervous about what might be expected of me. Was Matt just going to watch me with his wife? Was he going to join in? Oh God, was he going to expect me to do anything with him?
"It's okay David, you just enjoy her for a few minutes," he said. The look on my face must have given away what I was thinking.
I still wasn't sure what his intentions were, but I took his advice and just enjoyed the feeling of her mouth sliding up and down my hard cock. After a few more minutes of her sucking, she pulled my dick out of her mouth. I looked down and watched her pull her tee shirt off over her head, followed by her pulling her tiny shorts and panties down her legs and off over her feet. She laid back on the bed, looking gloriously sexy fully naked, and she spread her legs apart.
I quickly pulled my clothes off, stepped up to the edge of the bed, and pulled her right leg over my left shoulder. I pressed the tip of my cock to her wet glistening pussy and slid it inside her. I watched the entire length of my shaft disappear inside her warm soft pussy and then I pulled it back out.
"Oh, fuck yes," I moaned out. I grabbed her thigh and started pumping my hips, sliding my cock faster in and out of her tight wet pussy. Then I saw Matt move onto the other side of the bed. I watched him move his cock towards her mouth, and then I watched her grab it and guide it to her lips.
