Most of the MMF relationships my wife and I have had have been with guys who were friends of ours.
But one memorable encounter was with a new acquaintance.
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Summer Guest
(continued from postings # 276 and # 287)
“Let’s sit on the floor,” I suggested. Without discussion, we all got down on the floor, crossed our legs, and moved in close together so that our knees were touching. Kelly was seated on Mark’s left and Gail on his right. I had grabbed a saucer and some matches, so Mark passed the first joint across to me.
“You do the honors, man,” Mark said. I lit up the joint, took a big toke, and passed it to Kelly. She took a couple of quick shallow hits and passed it on to Mark. As Mark took his toke, he turned to Gail and looked into her eyes, breathing the smoke in deeply. His powerful chest rose and rose. As his lungs reached their full capacity, he leaned over toward her, bringing his face very close, and passed the joint directly from his mouth to hers, not breaking their eye contact for a moment. My cock twitched at the mere sight of his thumb and index finger against her lips. He released his fingers, and Gail took hold of the joint. She inhaled sensually, her eyes locked on his.
As Gail passed the joint to me, she had a knowing look in her eye, like she could tell how I was getting off on the attention she was getting from Mark.
By the time the joint had made a couple more circuits, I was clearly feeling the effects of the pot. “God, this is strong stuff, Mark,” I said. Pot hits me one of two ways – either mostly cerebrally, or mostly sexually. This time it was definitely the latter. I wanted us all to strip naked right then and there, and get down to serious fucking and sucking.
But I often have had a tendency to rush such things a bit too much, and I somehow had enough of my wits about me to restrain myself.
Before I had an opportunity to subtly – or knowing myself, probably not so subtly – steer things in the direction I wanted them to go, the subject of venturing out to see Tom Rush perform was again raised. The others all seemed up for it, so I certainly was not going to put a damper on things. We smoked a bit more and then stumbled out into the warm summer evening.
Fortunately, the music venue was a short walk away, since none of us was in any shape to drive. The concert had started at 8:00 and it was already after 10:00. As we approached the venue, we heard thunderous applause. The side door was open, so we slipped in and stood against the wall. The musicians were offstage, and the crowd was on their feet demanding an encore. Tom and his backup musicians came to the stage, and eventually the crowd settled down. With no introduction, Tom began a song I had never heard before. It was called “Child’s Song” and was a poignant description of leaving one’s parents and sister and heading out on one’s own. It was about love, forgiveness and apprehension. The line that struck me the most was “Momma, give your love back to your husband.” It got me thinking again about whether I was really suited to ever be a parent myself.
There was no second encore – or maybe that was the second. Anyway, the crowd dispersed, and we left via the same side door through which we had entered.
“Let’s walk along the bluff,” Gail suggested. We headed in that direction, Mark with his arm around Kelly, and me with mine around Gail. The two women joined hands.
It was a still summer night, ideal for walking along the bluff, with a beautiful half moon hanging over the ocean.
“Tom’s looking a bit older,” Gail noted. “But his voice sounds better than ever.”
“That’s what I thought too,” Kelly agreed.
Then we all fell silent, taking in the salt air, listening to the ocean lapping against the shoreline below. We walked a mile at least, turned around, and headed back to the cottage.
When we arrived, I was eager to get things moving sexually. But before I had a chance to say much of anything, Kelly announced, “God, am I beat. I’m ready to turn in. What do you say, Mark?”
I good a strong sense that Mark would like to have stayed up with us, but after a slight hesitation he said, “Sure.”
Kelly kissed both Gail and me. Mark thanked us for taking him in. He hugged me and then hugged and kissed Gail.
How I would have loved for that kiss to be the beginning of a night-long encounter between the two of them. I had shared my wife with several men in the past, but never had I been so out of my mind with excitement at the mere thought of a guy fucking my wife. Mark was just so sexy and sweet, so completely male but gentle. Great body, beautiful eyes. The whole deal. I desperately wanted to see his cock and hopefully get to touch it myself, but mostly I just wanted to see his cock inside my wife. Fucking her madly and blasting inside her.
Kelly and Mark went to their respective rooms, but shortly Gail and I noticed voices upstairs, and we heard him going into her room and closing the door.
“Well, why don’t we go to bed too,” Gail suggested.
As I followed her up the narrow cottage steps, I caressed her beautiful ass.
The upstairs of the cottage gets very warm, so once in our room we wasted no time stripping naked and pulling all of the covers off of the bed. It was clear that we were both super horny and were going to dispense with the formalities. The walls of the cottage are thin, with just one layer of tongue-and-groove boards between the rooms. There is therefore only limited privacy. Gail is often reluctant to have wild sex when we have company, but that night no inhibitions were in evidence.
“Why don’t you just lie on your back and relax?” she suggested.
I complied immediately, and was already rock hard. As she so often does, she started by not touching my cock at all, lavishing all of her attention and well-honed skills on my balls. She stroked them, licked them, and took both of them into her mouth. As she worked those balls over and over in her aggressive and unrelenting way, I was aware of the sounds of sex coming from the next room. The bed was creaking, and the breathing was heavy.
My cock had not yet been touched, but it was leaking profusely, thanks both to Gail and to the knowledge of what was going on next door.
(continued in the next posting)
