Our Threesome with Jerry

We caught our collective breaths for a moment and then she smiled up at me... and slowly pumped my cum covered cock in her. "I guess you kind of liked that huh?"

It's a memory that never fails to get me hard. She was all spread wide for him... his cock buried inside her. Everyone was in that breathless pause after a heated orgasm and she was looking up at me, smiling impishly.

As long as I live I'll remember that moment. It was lustful and content at the same time. At long last I was fulfilling my fantasy of seeing Gina with another man and at the same time I had the unique and liberating freedom to touch and play with another man's cock... with my wife's blessing and help.

Afterwards we cleaned up a little and laid around the living room naked, drinking and talking. I had this big blue blanket spread out and we sat in a triangle facing each other... laughing kissing stroking. It was very loving and relaxing. I kissed Jerry a few times, but didn't really care for the sensation. I think the feeling was mutual and the nice thing about it is that it was OK.

While kissing him wasn't a turn on, I couldn't keep my hands and mouth off his cock. I knew that this might be my one and only time to do this and I wanted to take advantage of it. It was the pure novelty of it. We kept reaching over and stroking each other and playing with each other's balls. It was a wonderful sensation... just freely playing with and exploring each other. It's a freedom I hadn't allow myself when in my previous experiences and a freedom I haven't shared with another man since then. A full-blown, let's take off all our clothes, turn on all the lights and play with each other's cock experience.

Gina encouraged us. She'd French kiss one of us and then the other... stroking our cocks and saying stuff like, "He feels good doesn't he Jerry? Feel how hot his cock is Michael. Pump his cock like this. That's so hot seeing him in your mouth. Suck his him for me baby..." Stuff like that. I think she really got off on having two hard men in her hands at one time.

At one point Jerry leaned over to French kiss Gina, while laying back and guiding my mouth to his cock. I bobbed my head up and down while they kissed passionately. Her hands were stretched out, playing with his balls and pumping the base of his shaft as it ran in and out of my mouth. His hands played with her tits, and then, as he dropped his mouth to suck on her nipples, he slid his fingers into her very wet pussy. Her lips were very pink and wet and she moaned like mad as he started working his fingers into her. She still had his cum inside her from the fucking she had received earlier and I could clearly hear the wet sounds of his fingers working in and out of her.

My cock was throbbing hard as I worked him over with my mouth and hands. His cock and balls felt wonderfully different from my own. A couple of times I had to stop because I nicked him or was too rough, but overall he seemed to be enjoying my servicing of his cock. The whole scene had him moaning and moving his hips back and forth against my mouth. I think he really got off on the idea of me sucking his cock while my beautiful hot wife was creaming and humping herself against his hand. He kept murmuring into her breast how he couldn't believe this was really happening and how beautiful she was and how good my mouth felt on his cock.

We repositioned ourselves with me laying on my back between his legs, sucking his cock while he was eating Gina's pussy. She kept moaning and pushing her hips against his mouth. Her back was up against a chair and she was watching me suck his cock. One hand was pinching her own nipples, while the other was firmly pressed to the back of Jerry's head, grinding his mouth against her cunt. By this point I was afraid to touch myself because I knew I would cum if I did.

Gina couldn't take it any more and said she had to have a cock in her pussy. We switched places again, and Jerry sat back and watched as my wife sucked his cock and I fucked her from behind. Her pussy was still sopping wet from fucking Jerry earlier. The idea that I was having sloppy seconds only made me that much more excited.

Another Kodak moment for my memory scrapbook. My wife on all fours, bent forward working over Jerry's cock... sometimes running her lips and tongue along its wet length, other times swallowing it whole and fucking it with her mouth.

I grabbed her hips and tried to just slowly stroke in and out of her. As I pulled almost all the way out I could see his cum on my cock and feel it gushing out onto my balls. I wanted to fuck her ever so slowly while she brought Jerry off, but I couldn't. I pumped maybe a dozen times and then exploded inside her. I was disappointed because I felt that after-climax deflation and I didn't want it to be over, not while the two of them were still so hot and ready for each other.

After I came I moved back and Gina invited him to fuck her again. Instead, he spread her swollen pussy lips and licked and sucked my cum out of her pussy. I loved the idea of him eating my cum out of her and couldn't wait to do the same with his cum. Gina came fucking herself against his mouth. She laid back panting for a moment and then he moved up and slid into her for the second time that night. I sat beside them watching his ass pumping up and down into her. She had her legs wrapped around him, but I think she was distracted by my presence. She kept looking at me sitting next to them, soft cock in hand, watching him do her. I wish I had thought to get up and leave them alone.

Looking back there were several times that I wish (now) that I had done that. At the time it didn't seem like an exciting idea, but later, after the two of them had been together without me, I couldn't get the idea of just watching them together out of my mind.

Instead of leaving the room, I got up and move beside Jerry, running my hands across his back as he fucked my wife... placing my hands on his hips, feeling him as he was sliding back and forth into her. Finally I reached between their legs and playing with his balls, whispered to him, "Fuck her Jerry. Fuck my beautiful wife... I want to feel you empty these balls into her pussy." After a minute or two more he tensed up and moaned and I could feel his cock swell in my hands and empty into Gina's pussy. I massaged and milked his cock as he slowly sawed in and out of her, until his spent cock came out of her and my hand was all covered in their gooey juices. There's something very erotic and desirable about a pussy or a cock all covered in gooey cum, still hot and sensitive from an orgasm.

That was it for the night. Jerry slept on the couch. At the time I felt like our bed was a sanctuary - something that marked Gina as mine. I shared her with him, but it was important to me that there were at least symbolic boundaries that separated our relationship from the sex.

After cuming in Gina's hand and then cuming after only a dozen strokes in her pussy I was feeling a little insecure about my performance. It was a silly insecure male ego kind of thing, but I definitely felt it that first night. I wish I hadn't because it turned Gina's mind away from the wild fun and enjoyment of the occasion and replaced it with concern about me and my feels.

Well that's the end of our first night together. Back in the early 80's no one was worried about sexually transmitted disease and with Gina's IUD it was a great time of hard free flowing cocks and hot juicy pussy.

Since our very first night together I've throbbed to those memories and fantasized about hot threesomes and foursomes. I'd love the idea of sharing another man's wife while he's servicing Gina. All of us together watching, touching, sharing. All the deliciously wet and wild combinations that we could play with and things we could try. I'm rock hard just sitting here thinking about it.

Aren't fantasies great! They're horniness and lust in their simplest easiest form. No messy consequences or hurt feelings. No morning after regrets or second thoughts or STDs to worry about. Just throbbing cocks, hot wet pussy, and some pretty nice for-real orgasms. If reality was that simple, we'd probably kill ourselves with pleasure. Maybe that's why it isn't.