Opportunists
By Jack Russell
June 7, 2021
Quite frankly, I love his dick filling my asshole, slowly sliding in and out. It hurt a bit at first, but he takes it slowly, gently, adding more lube as needed, until now he is firmly seated and it feels delightful.
He's on top. My legs are splayed to each side of him and he's smiling at me. I smile back as I let out a low moan. It isn't the first time he's fucked me, but it is the first time we're alone.
It may surprise you to know that we aren't gay or even consider ourselves bisexual. We love women and delight in their company; we're crazy about their smiles, their tits, their pussies and asses. We love their personalities, their softness and heady fragrances.
We share a love of cunnilingus.
But here we are now on my bed with his dick up my ass. And it feels fantastic.
How, you may ask, did we get here?
My wife and I are scuba diving in Hawaii and we're underwater with the dive master and he motions us to watch as he picks up a sea urchin and opens it up with his knife. He holds tiny pieces of the tender flesh and suddenly the small colorful fish that have been swimming around us take interest and start picking the meat from his fingertips until it's gone.
Later, on land, he tells us, "Those fish aren't carnivorous. Ordinarily meat isn't part of their diet." We look puzzled. "They're opportunists," he tells us. "They'll add a little extra protein because it's easy and they can.
Dennis is in town for a convention. My wife Debbie is back east visiting her family. Dennis is Debbie's old boyfriend. Yeah. Just wait.
Dennis lives in Santa Fe; we live in Phoenix. I'd met Dennis a few years ago when he passed through town with his girlfriend, Liz, and called Debbie to see if he could stop by to meet me and introduce us to Liz. I was a bit reticent, but Deb assured me that it would be fine and we'd probably really like each other.
We met up at a fancy Italian restaurant out past the edge of town. I gradually relaxed into the evening, with the help of some fabulous food and quite a bit of wine. Dennis was okay...and I really liked Liz. She was smart, lively and funny, really cute, blond with black glasses. I'm a fool for smart girls in glasses; just ask Debbie.
Sometimes, if I'm iffy about warming to a guy, knowing there's a really cool woman who appreciates him helps me make the leap. And Liz really liked him. Ok, then.
Nothing beyond the civil happened that night. Dennis and Liz continued their trip, then went back to Santa Fe. We all got to be friends. We'd meet up with them occasionally, their place or ours or somewhere between.
It was on one of the latter, sharing a condo rental upstate, that I got a hint of what might be coming. We were all in bathing suits in a hot tub and getting well-lubricated on a nice wine when Liz pleaded off with a headache and said goodnight and went in to bed. I was sitting in the corner of the tub, holding Deb's back in front of me, and Dennis sat in front of her. We kept talking and drinking, and finally I saw what must have been going on for several minutes: Deb's foot was rubbing Dennis's penis into an eager erection. For his part, Dennis just kept up his end of the conversation, as if what was happening were the most common of everyday events.
It wasn't a total shock. Deb and I are very sexy people and our far-ranging discussion of sexual fantasies included...swinging. In fact, I'm certain we'd even fantasized about a three way with Dennis; it looked like Deb and the drinks had decided to take the fantasy one step closer to reality. To tell the truth, the scene gave me a hard on.
"Hey," I remember saying. "Are we doing something, here?" Dennis jumped a little, got self-conscious, but I reassured him I was cool with it. He settled down and Deb renewed her footwork, as her hand came back behind her and grabbed my turgid cock. I was more than cool with it then. I squeezed Deb's tits and she stroked me as we talked.
I thought we should include Liz or she might feel left out, so Dennis went in to ask her. Meanwhile Deb and I made out in the hot tub, deep kissing and rubbing each other's parts. We whispered to each other, checking that we were both okay with where this might be headed and excited that we were both eager for it.
Ok, ok, you're saying, all very well and all, but, really, how did Dennis's dick get up your ass? Patience, my friend, patience...pun intended.
Liz wasn't into swinging, that night or later. Never was. Deb and I still continued to do fun things with them, but not sex. That was fine. We just put it aside. And we had plenty of sex on our own.
One night, some time later, we got a call from Dennis. He'd broken up with Liz and was feeling sad, lonely, and depressed. Of course we encouraged him to come visit us for a couple days...we'd see if we could cheer him up.
I think we did.
We picked him up at the airport, hugs all round. Back at our place, I opened a bottle of bourbon and poured each of us a healthy portion. We sat in the living room and drank as Dennis caught us up on his situation.
Deb and I had talked about what could happen next. When we all agreed it was time for bed, Deb told Dennis that she'd made up the bed for him in the guest room. Or, if he preferred, he could sleep with us. Two guesses which he chose.
I put on some mood-setting music and lit a candle in our bedroom, put on some short pajamas and waited with some excitement for Deb and our guest. Dennis came in first, wearing a bathrobe. We stood and talked by the bed and waited for Deb with anticipation. She came in from the bathroom wearing a black teddy that left little to be imagined. She was smiling broadly. We each took a hand and led her to the bed. She sat down and, looking at us, stretched out catlike, head upon her pillow. Dennis dropped his robe to reveal boxers stretched taut with his erection and we lay down on each side of her.
We lay kissing her for awhile, me nibbling at her neck and shoulders while Dennis deep kissed her mouth, then vice versa. She held both our cocks, frigging them gently. Dennis and I let our hands roam, fondling her breasts, touching her tummy and lightly teasing her pussy. I moved up onto my knees and slid down the straps of her teddy, exposing her ample breasts, her half dollar-sized areole and now hard nipples. Dennis sucked on one teat and I on the other. She moaned. I slipped my hand between her legs and found her teddy thoroughly soaked. I kept sucking her tit as I opened the clasps to free her pussy, then moved down to remove the teddy as Dennis took both her breasts, licking, sucking and squeezing.
Deb is Italian and her full black uncut bush was split open by her beautiful wet cunt, large blood-swollen labia opening like a flower, her dew scenting the air. I glued my open mouth to her voracious cunt and sucked and kissed and tongued her, running my tongue all around her deliciousness before flicking her clit. She moaned and arched her back. I sucked and tongue flicked her clit until she came hard, bucking a bit.
I looked up at Dennis and he was grinning ear to ear; me, too, my beard soaked with fragrant juice. His expression asked me "may I" and I nodded yes and moved aside. He wasted no time replacing me, diving between her legs like a man who'd had no water for days, drinking her in gulps, licking her, full tongue, from anus to clit. Deb was writhing a bit by this time and I wiped my mouth on a washcloth, then moved up to hold her. She looked at me with the most loving eyes and broad smile and I kissed her deeply, licking her tongue, teeth and lips. She was coming and moaning and whispered, "Thank you," as she came again.
"Thank you, thank you, thank you..."
Eventually, Dennis came up for air, stood and removed his now sodden boxers. He smiled at the two of us, then knelt between
Deb's open legs. I could see his dick clearly for the first time; I was a bit relieved to see it wasn't as large as mine, 5"+, medium thickness, with a decided bend upward. Deb had remembered it to me as really large, but maybe he just knew how to use it. I was going to find out.
They were smiling at each other and I held Deb's hand as he placed the head inside her pussy lips. He looked at me and I smiled and nodded as he pushed it into her. It easily entered and they were pube to pube and sensuously grinding away.
I don't remember how I expected to feel, watching another man fuck my wife, but it turned out to be a complex mixture: a slightly lost feeling of having entered uncharted territory, the joy of sharing with friends, brief flashes of jealousy and a goodly amount of raw sexual excitement. It made my dick hard. It made me want to fuck.
I'm not sure how Deb felt at that moment other than terrific; she was moaning as she met his thrusts, squeezing my hand and coming repeatedly. She was always talented like that.
I could tell Dennis was about to come. He looked at me as if to ask, would you like to fuck her first, but I indicated that he should go ahead. I wanted to experience sloppy seconds, sliding into my lover's cunt through my friend's semen, luxuriating in their juices. I'm a bit mad for new experiences and new sensations.
So he pounded her and came and they both yelled out together. It made me harder. I gave them a few seconds, then impatiently rolled him aside and plunged my thick wood-hard cock into her steaming open hole, no pause, no ceremony. I fucked her furiously, fucked her cunt and fucked his semen, and she cried out in surprise, in the jackhammer pounding of my larger cock, even before she came, repeatedly, again and again, as I pumped my pent up load into theirs.
We fell asleep, both Dennis's and my hands playing with her soaked cunt and her sodden pubic curls, while her hands rubbed our cocks and we all kissed.
(Sorry: One more thing and I'll return to the story of how Dennis came to butt fuck me, years later, in that same bed...)
I awoke later that night to the sensations of movement and muffled sounds. The candle had gone out and I strained to see their source, blinking sleep from my eyes. And, okay, yes, it was right next to me, Dennis upon Deb, Dennis in Deb, fucking her again. I thought to be a little pissed off by their excluding me, but put that aside. I assumed positive intent. I assumed they didn't want to wake me. I assumed that they thought I might wake up and join them... I assumed...
Irrelevant; I was hard again. My mind was racing as much as it could after just waking up, wondering how I might join the party. I watched a little bit, but that wasn't really satisfying. They were obviously having fun, making no attempt to keep it down (so to speak) now that they knew I was awake. He was talking dirty to her and she was giggling and they were maybe having too much fun without me.
