Him:
Weād talked about it, of course. In bed, me massaging my cock, her using one of her toys on her clitoris, holding hands, feeling each otherās pleasure and whispering about the things that turned us on, the things we might try out, even if only in our heads. The usual husband and wife exchange of fantasies.
Ever since I can remember, Iād been fascinated by fellatio. I knew what it felt like from my point of view, of course, but Iād always been intrigued by what it was like from the other end. My wife, with some prompting from me, had tried to explain what it felt like to feel my stiff cock filling her mouth, to run her tongue around the contrasting softness of the head and the hardness of the shaft, to eventually sense the spasms and shudders, and finally the feel and taste of a job well done as her mouth filled with hot, sticky come. Sheād even got into the habit of kissing me deeply just afterwards, so I could share some of the experience. However, I knew, and she knew, that it wasnāt the same. Iāve never thought of myself as gay, or even bi, and I wasnāt even sure that given the opportunity Iād even go through with it, at least not to its natural conclusion, but the idea never really went from my head ā to take a cock into my mouth and feel what it was like. To feel what she feels ā¦
Her:
I canāt say itās my favourite thing, but when Iām in the mood Iām quite happy to give him a blow job, and even to let him come in my mouth. However, I must admit to being surprised when he started asking me to describe it to him, and the obvious way it turned him on. After all, I didnāt want him deciding he was gay and suddenly leaving me! He went on for so long about it that I half jokingly suggested he went and picked someone up at a gay bar in town, just to satisfy his curiosity and get it out of his system. His answer was reassuring and intriguing ā he couldnāt sneak off like that, it would be like cheating on me. Heād want me there, partly so that it was part of our marriage and partly because he wasnāt so sure that without my encouragement heād go through with it.
The more I thought about it, the more the idea appealed. One of my favourite toys is a realistic dildo which I like him to use in my pussy as he licks my clitoris, and he usually gives it a suck before sliding it in me. I once asked him why he did this, and he said that it was to lubricate and warm it slightly. I always thought that was unnecessary, and then understood that it was part of his fantasy. I even came to quite enjoy watching his lips stretched around that very lifelike fake cock as it filled his mouth. I started imagining what it would be like if it was real ā¦
Him:
And thatās how one evening it all came together, and I found myself gazing at a strange cock for the first time. Thereās no point going into how it happened, or even who it belonged to ā except that he was a friend who my wife had explained my predicament to, and being bi himself had offered his services. However, he was to be completely passive throughout. It was to be as if, apart from his cock, he wasnāt there at all. Just myself and my wife.
Iād actually never seen an erect cock before, apart from my own, of course, and on porn movies. Never in the flesh, so to speak. It wasnāt particularly large (that would have just made things more difficult), but unlike mine it was uncircumcised, and the head was covered up. My wife was only a few feet away, look at it with me, and as I looked over at her she said softly, āGo on, touch it. It wonāt bite, you know.ā She had a playful smile on her face, her eyes were shining in the dim light, and she looked ravishing even though, like me, she was fully clothed.
So I slowly, tentatively, reached out and brushed my fingers against it, the first cock Iād touched apart from my own. It felt quite warm, and as I wrapped my hand around the shaft I was surprised at how hard it already felt, and yet how yielding it was to the touch. I obviously knew what to do, and I slowly started moving my hand up and down, feeling the shaft becoming harder and watching the skin at the tip gradually peeling back, revealing a red, shiny, mushroom-shaped head with a drop of moisture already forming at the eye at the tip.
Her:
I must say, I was surprised to have him got this far. It had always seemed unlikely that weād ever have the opportunity to actually take his fantasy ā actually, it had long ago become our fantasy ā to reality, and now here I was, watching from just a couple of feet away as my husbandās hand got used to the feel of a nice hard cock. A good size, too, about six inches long, slightly thicker than his own, and with a foreskin, which was new to both of us. I could tell he was nervous, though. He kept looking at me for reassurance, which I gave him with little smiles and nods, and then his eyes would move back to watching, with me, his hand moving up and down, watching as the foreskin stripped back and a deep red bulb emerged from the end, already starting to ooze pre-cum from the tip. I must admit, I was starting to feel a little turned on myself ā a rather delicious warmth was building in my knickers, and I was becoming determined that after all this time, all this talk, he would go through with it, to the end. I wanted him to know what I felt when I took his cock in my mouth and held it there while he came.
I had decided that the next time he looked at me, I would take him further along. He looked up, expecting me to let him know that I was OK with what he was doing, and as I looked into his eyes I whispered to him, āWhy donāt you just give it a little lick. Just to try it out.ā I could see the doubt flicker across his face, but slowly, surely, he moved closer to the cock he was now holding by the base, stuck out his tongue and slowly brushed it up the stiff shaft towards the tip. As I watched, he moved his tongue slowly around the head, across the drop of pre-cum at the tip and I felt myself becoming wet between my legs. Donāt you just love being in control?
Him:
I was amazed sheād got me this far, but I knew that I was ready for a taste. I wrapped my hand firmly around the base of the shaft, and gently placed my tongue next to it. It felt hard, and hot, and tasted faintly of soap. Remembering how I like it when she does me, I gradually moved my tongue up the thick vein along the underside and towards the top, savouring the contrast between the hardness of the shaft and the soft, velvety texture of the now fully exposed head. As I ran my tongue around the tip, a warm salty taste spread across it. Not unpleasant, but I knew there was more where that came from, and I still wasnāt entirely sure I was quite ready to take things that far yet. Right now, I was just getting used to running my tongue up and down the shaft, and around the head, especially that sensitive spot on the underside where they met. I could tell I was having an effect, as I could feel it throb and jerk in my hand. We were both beginning to have fun.
Her:
They werenāt the only ones. Nothing Iād seen on video had prepared me for this. I could see that he was making the cock wet and shiny with his saliva, and I could smell the arousal emanating from it.
Soon it would be time for the next step. I wanted to see that cock slide between his lips and deep into his mouth. I wanted him to feel it, hot and hard, filling him up. Most of all, I wanted him to feel it twitch, jerk and shudder, just before erupting over his tongue. Just like Iād felt with him hundreds of times before.
Him:
I was so busy running my tongue around his cock, discovering all the new (to me) sensations that Iād actually fallen into a kind of trance. I was a little surprised when I suddenly felt her close to my ear, whispering that she wanted me to go further. āGo on,ā she said. āTake him inside. Youāve always said you wanted to know what it felt like, your mouth full of hot, hard cock. And donāt worry if you donāt want to take his come there ā youāll get plenty of warning when itās time to move away. If you want to, that is.ā
Put like that, how could I refuse? I moved back a little and took a last look at it before I went ahead. It was wet and shiny, and actually looked more tempting than I could have imagined. I mentally took a deep breath, opened my mouth and leant forward. As I felt the soft head brush against my lips and slide across my tongue I heard her gasp at what she was seeing.
Her:
What an amazing sight! It was fascinating, from the way his lips stretched around the shaft, the look of rapt concentration in his eyes and the slowly shortening length of shaft left outside as more and more travelled into his warm, wet mouth. He was trying to gauge how much he could take without choking, and I was surprised at how little was left when he eventually stopped sinking downwards and began the upstroke, revealing again the shaft as it emerged, wet and shiny. Wet from saliva. My husbandās saliva. The thought transferred itself to my clit, giving me a jolt and a tingle, and for a moment I was tempted to slip my hand down there to give myself some pleasure. But we werenāt doing this for that sort of thing, and I had other plans ā¦
Him: