When Tracy began the second trimester of her pregnancy, the addition to the house was finished. We hadn't let John see it. He was over for his usual Wednesday fuckathon. I can't explain how we all just flow together so well, and there is no jealousy what so ever.
As we went out to the patio for our usual, post coital, drink and conversation, I said "Oh John, by the way, the pool house is finished."
"Great! Can I see it now?"
We entered the downstairs through the French doors that matched the ones into the main house. Inside was the his and her changing rooms and showers, a game room with a built in bar, and pool table, another fireplace with a flat screen television above it. All of it beautifully decorated by Tracy.
"What's in here?" he asked pointing to a door.
"That is the stairs to the guest house." I opened the door and climbed the stairs with John and Tracy close behind. The stairs ended in the small living room of the guest suite. There was also a small kitchen to one side, and a large bedroom with bath through a door on the other side.
We entered the bedroom and John was thoroughly impressed. "Very nice! Did you decorate this too, Tracy?" he asked as he opened more French doors on the opposite side of the room. "Yes I did."
We exited the French doors to the balcony. To the left was the pool area, to the right were stairs down to the driveway and garage.
John was leaning over the railing looking down on the pool. He turned and said "This is just beautiful, you did a great job on it." Then he noticed a red bow on the wall of the main house. "What's that?"
"I'm glad you asked." I said. "That is the outside wall to our bedroom. The bow is sort of a gift. If you will accept the gift, we plan to add another set of French doors where that bow is."
John looked rather confused. Tracy went to him and hugged him. "We both love you John, and we would like you to move into the guest house. These stairs provide you with a private entrance, so that you can come and go as you please. The French doors will provide you with a private entrance to our bedroom, so you can cum in us as you please."
John was gob smacked. He started crying, we started crying. He grabbed us both in his strong arms and hugged us. "Of course I accept, I love you guys too. A lot more than I thought I could. You both mean the world to me."
Back in our bedroom, after more sex. I told John, "The guest house is just a formality, this is actually your bedroom too. We thought that you might like some privacy, or maybe when your, or our, parents come to visit, it would make it easier to explain. Not to mention when our child gets older, and wonders why 'uncle' John sleeps with mommy and daddy."
"Good thinking Robert. We can tell the parents that I rent the guest house from you. Being a bachelor, I don't need much space." Tracy and I laughed. "What are you laughing at?" "That is exactly what we were thinking, we all just think alike. We belong together." I said. Tracy added "It won't be bad having a built in baby sitter either."
That is how John came to live in our guest house. Well actually, in our bedroom. He never spent another night in his condo. John put his condo up for sale and moved in with us. We all slept in the guest house while the doorway was finished. It was such a mess, dust everywhere, paint fumes etc.
The doors were finished, and we were all back in our bedroom, when Tracy's doctor suggested that she refrain from intercourse. She said that Tracy's husband was just too big, and Tracy was just too small. That it might cause a problem with the baby.
That didn't stop us from enjoying each other. John just couldn't have intercourse with her. We could still give her oral pleasure, and I could still fuck her. Of course I couldn't feel much, and I'm sure she couldn't either. But we all enjoyed it anyway. Soon though, we resorted to strictly oral sex all around.
One Saturday, Tracy was away with her mother, shopping for yet more baby stuff. John and I had slept late. We awoke holding each other. That wasn't unusual any more, but today was different. My hand was wrapped around his cock, something I had come to like a lot. I started to stroke it, of course it rose to it's magnificent size. I took him into my mouth and nursed on it for a while, as he became fully awake.
John always takes a long time to cum, so I was in no hurry. I just wanted to please him. I had become accustom to his cock over the last 6 months, so I was able to fit more of him in my mouth. Not all but most. As I serviced him, he asked if I would like to try something new. I pulled off his cock and looked at him questioningly. He got the lube we keep in the nightstand by the bed, and began rubbing it on my dick.
Tracy and I had anal sex sometimes, she can feel me there better than in her pussy. So I knew where this was going. John said "Will you fuck me?" Who was I to say no to such a sweet offer.
I spooned behind him, and he guided me in. I took it slow, and soon was balls deep in him. It was tight and warm just like Tracy's ass. I stroked his big cock as I pumped in and out of him for a few minutes. Too soon, I was unloading my wad in his rear passage.
After I recovered, I noticed he was still hard in my hand. I was going to blow him, when he got up and went to the toilet. When he returned, I watched that wonderful cock swinging as he walked to the bed and climbed in. I latched on to his cock and stroked it for a minute as I decided what I wanted. I reached for the lube.
"No, Robert, I'm too big." I continued to apply the lube. "Please, John, I really want to please you too. I want this in me. If it gets to be too much I will say so." I lubed my ass, and John started to get behind me. "No, I want it face to face." He started by using one then two fingers in me. By the time he had three fingers in me I was about to climb the walls with need. I pulled him over me, and put my knees in the air. "Take me please, John."
I knew it was going to hurt. I was right. When the large head finally popped in, I almost cried. John started to withdraw. "Don't you dare take it out now that it's in." I wished we had started with something smaller, but I wasn't giving up. He let me rest a minute before continuing. He pushed in a bit and withdrew a bit. Then pushed in a bit more. It was excruciating, but I just bit my bottom lip and encouraged him to continue. To his credit he didn't want to, but I insisted. Pretty soon I was able to take more and eventually probably about half of him.
John was in complete control, giving me no more than I could take. Soon he picked up speed and was pumping me with the same steady stroke he used on Tracy. I could see how she loved this now.
I was in awe of this man. He bent down and kissed me as he kept up the steady pace. I lost it. I came harder than I ever had, without even touching my dick. I squirted cum between our bellies, and he just kept on. I was holding him to me, and raising my ass off the bed, trying to get more of him in me. By now I was taking about 3/4 of it. Then I came again, even stronger than before. More cum between our bellies. As I recovered from that I felt him pulse in me. I could feel his cum shooting up in my belly, and I had another orgasm, though I doubt anything was left to shoot out.
"I love you John." I said with complete conviction, as we lay coupled by his wonderful cock. "Yes, and I love you too. I thought you knew that. I am in love with you and Tracy. That's why I wanted you to fuck me. I have never let another man in my ass. With you it's different. We, the three of us belong together."
"I know. That is just how I feel too. I know Tracy does as well."
"Are we gonna tell her about this?"
"Well, it does concern her too, so we should."
John removed his cock from my ass, and I was amazed that I suddenly felt like something was missing. Of course I had a certain emptiness where his cock had been, but I just didn't feel complete. I went to the toilet and eliminated what had to be a quart of cum along with everything else. I started the shower and John joined me. We did a lot of kissing and fondling, and had just finished when Tracy returned.
