"It is something that I will never forget. It makes me horny every time I think about it."
We were in bed and this was my wife Jenny talking. That wasn't unusual, in bed was where we did most of our talking. Somehow getting undressed and into bed always seemed to be the best way to get each other to talk about the important things. Not that she was undressed. I was, because I generally sleep naked, but she was in a fairly thick and plain night gown. While the worst of winter was over, it was still a pretty cold time of the year. She was talking about the time that she and her best friend Julie had rubbed another man's dick over my mouth. The dick belonged to Julie's husband John. She had watched and helped as they rubbed his dick until he came with my lips on his shaft and then Julie had dripped his come from her mouth into mine.
We hadn't really talked about it much until now. We were both ok with it and our life went on. It really only came up now because we had just watched some television documentary about sexual deviancy. It wasn't directly relevant to the show, but the conversation had drifted as conversations often do.
"I'd love to see you do that again." I was not so sure. Like I said, we'd come to terms with it and moved on. That's not to say that the night was without consequences. The other thing that I had done for the first time that night had become an accepted part of our sex life. I had now licked my cum from Jenny on many occasions. It had started fairly soon afterwards. Jenny and I had had a passionate night together and we had finished a glorious fuck. We were still joined and panting when she asked me.
"Do you remember what Julie did?"
"What Julie did when?"
"When you came inside her."
"Of course I do."
"Well, would you?"
"Would I what?"
"Let me. Let me do that to you?"
What could I say? It was not like I didn't go down on her anyway. It was also not like she was asking me to do something that she wouldn't do. She had swallowed my cum on many occasions. Not just as part of a blowjob, but even after one loving hand job where she had used some olive oil to drive me nuts. After I had cum, she had licked and cleaned me up without hesitation. I'd eaten my own sperm from Julie, so there was no real reason to not do so from my own wife. I love pleasing my wife, so I did. It was glorious, for her. She loved it. She came as hard and as long as I had ever seen. I was still a bit ambivalent towards it, but the pleasure it gave her was well worth over coming any doubts that I had.
Jenny started talking again.
" That moment where the come dripped out of her mouth. I came. It was shattering. I can still see the head of his dick right on your lips. And do you know what I wanted most of all at that moment. I wanted to see it go in. I wanted to see it slide in and out of your mouth. I wanted to see you close your mouth and truly suck it."
I didn't know what to say at that point. Partly because I really couldn't picture myself with another man's dick in my mouth and partly because Jenny was now running her hands down my stomach ever so gently towards my dick.
"When I saw that cum go into your mouth I could just picture it. And when Julie kissed you so tightly, it really looked like you were sucking him."
By now her hand had found it's target and was doing it's usual deft job of manipulation. My cock was rapidly rising.
"It looks like you're happy to remember it too."
"I think that's cheating. " I said. "You get that reaction every time."
"True. But it's not like the topic has caused you any difficulty."
This was true. While I wasn't sure I wanted to repeat the incident, thinking about it hadn't caused me any grief either. I was just as hard and responsive as if she'd been talking about any other sexual thing that we did. I'd paused to think this over, but she hadn't stopped. By now she was pushing back the covers with her other hand and moving her head down the bed. She grabbed the base of my cock and stood it straight up. She then licked the shaft from hand upwards, switched to the underside and repeated the performance. She then swallowed my cock in one glorious motion. I could feel my head start to slide down her throat. Jenny rarely deep throated me, keeping it for surprises and special occasions. I wasn't complaining, our sex life was great and having something saved up like that only added to the spice.
I groaned and moaned and finally said. "You'd better stop that or this will be one short night."
"I don't mind. I'd like to get an early night. But there's a price!"
"What's that?"
"The entire time I'm doing this, you have to promise me that you'll be imagining that it's you doing it to another man."
"You really want to see me do that?"
"Oh, yes. " She changed her hands so as one was holding my balls. She pulled them away from body and held them there. She then put her mouth back on my cock and slid downwards again. She pulled up.
"Just imagine yourself lying just like this. His cock standing up straight, just the way yours is. Close your eyes. Close your eyes and picture it." I did.
"That's it. It's hard and straight. It's warm and salty and you love licking it. You want to put in your mouth and suck. You want to nibble it and rub it until it you feel it start to pulse. You want to feel the cum spurt out it and coat your tongue. You want to swallow and suck and swallow and go on forever."
She was still rubbing my cock and holding my balls while she talked. When she stopped talking her mouth went back down on my cock. A few quick bobs and she said.
"Can you see it? Can you see the cock in front of you? Can you see it get closer as your mouth opens and you taste it on your tongue?"
I could see it. With my eyes closed it was hard to not see it. I could see a cock and I could see my hand holding the base, just like Jenny was doing to me and describing.
She pressed her mouth down on me again and again went deep. I groaned. This was going to be quick. She held herself down and swirled her tongue around my shaft and I was going over the edge. When she had deep throated me before she had stayed down and my sperm had shot way up into her throat. This time, however she pulled up so as only my head was in her mouth. She ran her hand up and down my shaft and tightened her grip on my balls. I came. I came with an enormous groan and a shake. It was a wonder that I didn't shake her off. I relaxed and she slipped her mouth from my dick. Her hand released my balls and started to rub the top of my dick. This always sent tingles down my spine and was as close to being ticklish as I ever came. She delighted in doing this too me as it was one of the few times I was ever out of control. I started to squirm and try to get away from her. I sat up and tried to push her hands off. She stopped and smiled at me. She reached up behind my head and grabbed my hair. She pulled my head back so as I was facing up at the ceiling. She then got onto her knees and put her face directly over mine. She took the side of my face in her other hand and then pushed my head up to meet hers. Her lips forced themselves on to mine and she pushed her tongue into my mouth. I immediately started to feel what she was doing. She hadn't swallowed my sperm, but had held it in her mouth. She held my face tight with both hands and kissed me hard. The sperm coated our tongues and slipped into my mouth. Once I had overcome the surprise I kissed back. This was no different to what we had been doing anyway wasn't it? I had eaten my own sperm from her pussy, why not her mouth? We kissed like that for several minutes, with her holding my head and me doing my best to keep up with her.
She let me go and I fell back to the bed. She grinned and said.
"Wasn't that the best?"
"You're the best. That's for sure."
We cleaned up and went to sleep.
It was a night not long after that that I again found myself at the door of Julie and John. I'd formed a fairly clear idea of what we where doing there and what Jenny wanted to see. What I hadn't formed was any obvious desire to do that, but it was clear that Jenny was keenly interested and making her happy was always a priority.
We knocked and after a short pause the door opened. Julie opened the door. She looked gorgeous. She was wearing the sexiest outfit that I could imagine. She wore a leather vest tied together at the front with leather thongs the thickness of shoelaces. They left about a three inch gap and you could see her skin from her neck to below her navel only obscured by the thongs which didn't obscure much. Her beautiful cleavage was clearly and wonderfully on display. The vest pieces were not very wide and only came around to her side. Then there were only a few thongs that ran from the sides across her back to the other side to hold it all together. The only other thing she wore was a black pair of panties. They were the style that stays fairly low and square below the hips. They were no more than four inches tall and highlighted her hips. They also left an enormous amount of skin on her legs on display. This was really different. We'd always started our evenings actually fairly normal like two couple having a normal dinner at home with friends. We'd never just started with the sex or anything overtly sexual. She almost lunged forward and grabbed me. She pulled my face to hers and gave me a wet passionate kiss. She pulled me forward so hard that I almost stumbled. I had to grab her to steady myself. My arms went round her and my hands were greeted with the delightful feeling of the bare flesh of her back. We broke the embrace and she made a similar lunge at Jenny. The two locked lips in away that I had never seen either of them do before and Jenny's hands too grasped Julie's flesh. Their embrace seemed to last longer than mine and it was a drawn out moment before they broke.
"It's been far too long." She said. It had been several months. With the winter and the events of the previous meeting none of us had wanted to rush into another encounter and risk ruining our relationship.
We came inside and Julie started to take our coats. It was then I noticed what my wife was wearing. Her outfit was pretty much same as Julies. How hadn't I noticed that before? In my ogling of Julie as we came in my wife had slipped off the fairly conservative dress that I had seen as we left the house. The dress had some type of catch at the shoulders and she simply undid it and let it fall to the floor. That's where it was now. On the floor around her shoes. She stepped backwards over it, picked it up and handed it to Julie. She took off her shoes and put them to the side.
"Wow! Wow and wow." That was pretty much all I could say or think. Clearly there had been some planning going on.
We walked through the house and out into the backroom and I had one of those moments when everything seems normal, but you know that there is something wrong with this picture. I blinked. I'm sure I blinked and the picture started to resolve itself. John was naked. Well technically, he was only almost naked. The only thing that he wore was a blindfold. He was also tied to an overhead beam, his arms stretched out above him. His legs were spread and tied to eye bolts in the floor. For the second time tonight I found myself staring at something completely unexpected. We walked completely into the room and around John. I looked at the bolts in beam and the floor and thought that he would not get out of those easily. I also saw that there were a number of other bolts in other beams and other parts of the floor. There were also some on each side of the back door of the house. The next thing that I noticed was the redness of his buttocks. Julie saw me looking.
