"Honey, can you bring us a couple beers, and I need to talk to you..."
My husband and his hunky friend Mark had just returned from an early morning fishing expedition when I had just gotten out of the shower one Saturday. I heard his call, and thought that I detected a little haste in his voice. I hurried to slip on the cotton pants and T-shirt that I had on last night. I noticed that, without any panties, one could almost see my shaved pussy lips bulging through the thin cotton fabric. But I didn't want to delay him any longer so I rushed on out. With two cold beers in one hand and a towel drying my hair in the other, I was startled to find them both inside the garage waiting for me at the door. John, my husband, and Mark both had their shirts off and they were both a little sweaty from the morning sun on the lake.
My eyes met Mark's first, and that old flutter of excitement swelled within me, as did my bare pussy lips. He had that effect on me; as soon as I saw him, all I wanted to do was rip off his clothes and press him to me. I was sure that he could relieve the aching I was so quickly beginning to feel between my legs.
Without wanting to show my lust, I turned quickly and handed my husband the beer. John had a very strange glint in his eye; he looked almost hungry with desire, but his face was expressionless. I only had a minute to wonder what he thought, for he and Mark downed their beer quickly and John explained his mystery.
"Mark and I have had a long talk this morning, Cathy."
This was not particularly unusual. It was typical for the two macho men to have their "bonding" time on the lake. Usually, though, they did not feel the need to immediately report it to me. My heart began to beat a little faster, and for a minute it crossed my mind that John had found me out.
Could he know that what I wanted more than anything was to taste Mark's cock, to feel him inside me?
It was only a fleeting thought, just a little Catholic schoolgirl guilt.
"Mark's been telling me things about you. Things I never knew."
My heart jumped into my throat. This was the moment I had dreaded. I glanced to Mark, perhaps looking for reassurance, or denial, I don't know. But he had a strange, satisfied look on his face. As usual, I glanced down at his crotch and, as usual, he was almost bulging through his dirty jeans.
John continued, "I think if you're going to talk so much, maybe you better put your money where your mouth is. Or, put our money where your mouth is."
I had only a second to contemplate what he meant before he picked me up off the step, dropping my towel and moving me around to the bed of his truck. Only now did I notice the garage door was down, and Mark was following us to the truck, obviously aware of the plan. John sat me up on the tailgate and whipped out his own throbbing cock in my face. "I hear you want to suck us both," he said. I looked, and not surprisingly, Mark's own cock was waiting for me too. I guess I hesitated too long in disbelief, because John forcefully grabbed the back of my head and pushed me down around his dick. As he filled my mouth, I could taste his pre-cum and smell the musty scent of a man mixed with the sunscreen they had used that day. I licked the shaft of his dick and wrapped my lips tightly around it. I sucked it hard, because I knew John liked it that way. I also knew Mark liked it that way. Not because we had ever been together before, but we had talked about it several times. I knew exactly what Mark would be wanting right now, I just couldn't quite believe it was really happening.
Like he had read my mind, John filled in the details.
