There was a young fellow named Art, who was acquainted with my wife, Julie, through a mutual friend. He was a really nice guy who was perhaps 15- or 20-years junior to us (we were in our mid-forties at the time of this event). He worked for a major computer company and, though single, owned a fine three-bedroom house in a rather nice neighborhood, which included a hot tub on a large back deck.
One week in mid-January, he invited Julie and I to come have dinner with him and then enjoy the hot tub afterwards. We readily accepted and, honestly, had no preconceived notions of where it might lead; rather naïve you might say. On the night in question, we packed our swimsuits and towels in a small overnight bag and headed over to Art's house.
After a dinner that was wonderfully prepared, delicious, and paired nicely with a good red wine, Art suggested we adjourn to the living room while he fixed some drinks for us. I had my customary rum and coke, Julie had a Tom Collins, and Art a glass of scotch, neat. As he placed the tray with our drinks on the coffee table, he suggested we take our drinks to the hot tub. As he stated this, he began stripping off his clothing. As he was taking off his shirt, Julie said, "We brought our swimsuits. Where shall we change?"
"There's no need for swimsuits," Art replied. "I have a privacy fence surrounding the yard and no one can see us." With that he whisked off his pants and stood in his birthday suit as he grabbed his drink from the tray and grinned at us.
I looked at Julie, who, in turn, was looking at Art's manhood. I glanced over and saw that he was about average in length and girth, but he had shaved all his pubic hair. This is something we had not seen before in person. "You're starting to make me feel self-conscious," he said with a grin.
"My apologies," I said as I began to disrobe. "Come on Julie. Let's not make our host uncomfortable." This seemed to snap her out of her reverie, and she began to slowly unbutton her blouse. She never diverted her gaze from Art's penis and Art just stared back as Julie undressed. I noticed his cock start to rise as each garment was discarded to the sofa where Julie had been sitting. As I contemplated the effect Julie was having on Art, my own penis jumped to rigid attention.
"Am I the cause of this sudden growth you two are experiencing?" Julie asked, as she stood in all her naked glory before us. Her face slightly flushed. Her dirty blond hair hung loosely around her shoulders. Her nipples were at pert attention and the areolas were drawn into small circles about the size of a quarter and her labia began to show under her unshaven pubic hairs. Julie is just slightly pudgy with small breasts and a bit of a muffin top, a stunning figure in my opinion. She was slowly shifting her weight from one smooth leg to the other, which made her shapely hips sway slightly as she continued to gaze at Art's now fully erect penis, which was about the same length as mine but had slightly more girth.
"You most certainly are," Art replied "and your body is so well proportioned. I'm certainly lusting after you. I'm so sorry, Jim, if I'm being too forward or offensive, but your wife is gorgeous."
"I'm not offended at all," I said. "In fact, I'm rather proud that you find her desirable." I tried to look nonchalant about the whole thing, but in reality, I felt just like when I first had sex with a woman. My mouth was dry, and my heart was racing. There was a knot in my stomach. Sure, I had seen my wife having sex with a masseur in a spa, but I was in another room viewing through a two-way mirror. This seemed much more intimate. It seemed I was about to witness my wife having sex with another man UP CLOSE.
Julie dropped to her knees in the middle of the living room and beckoned us over. "Come over here and let me inspect your packages a bit more closely." I immediately moved over and stood with my erection directly next to her right cheek. Art was more tentative in his movements, but with my encouragement, he stood on Julie's left with his erection next to her left cheek. Then Julie took a cock in each hand and began by gently rubbing our cocks and kissing each in turn, starting at the head and working her way down our shafts, finally kissing our balls. "Very nice cocks," she purred with a huge smile on her pretty face.
Precum was leaking out of both our cocks and Julie soon began to lick at the tips. As she pulled away from each cock, the precum would draw out in a long string until it would break and run down her chin. Julie next began to concentrate on giving Art her best blowjob effort, bobbing her head up and down on his dick and encircling it with her right hand and jerking him off at the same time. It took only a few minutes before Art blurted out, "Oh fuck! I'm going to cum!" Julie released his cock from her mouth just as it erupted with jets of thick white cum that spurted over her head and landed across her face and hair in several thick ropes. The sight of this facial cum-shot, from another man, in person, sent me over the edge and I, too, spurted ropes of cum over her face and hair. She looked absolutely stunning with cum all over her face and hair. Art had the presence of mind, though, to excuse himself and get a moist towel for Julie to clean up.
