Dan spent the afternoon in the gym, pumping out his frustration. It was only after a few hours that he realised his anger with Max had long since gone. His frustration was sexual. After having his face well and truly fucked, he was desperate for some proper action
He headed back to the apartment, arriving to find a box in the hallway. He picked it up, took it inside and opened it. Inside were hundred of bits of metal, glass and plastic. It looked like someone had taken a hammer to a laptop or several mobile phones. And then he realised that that was exactly what had happened. Inside the box was a small card. He opened it:
Max Jameson has left the club and the country.
Here's what's left of the evidence.
I'll be seeing you soon.
X
That evening, he and Dan stood in a bar in town sinking pints in celebration. The money he'd sent to Max had reappeared in his account so the drinks were on him. His cock was still in a state of semi-excitement, throbbing aggressively every time a hot girl walked past but nothing had quite piqued his desire.
'Plans for tonight then?' Conor asked, scanning the bar for the right tits he'd like to squeeze as he pounded a girl from behind.
Dan thought momentarily before replying,
'Yeah... I want a cougar.'
He nodded across the bar towards a brunette sitting with two friends.
'Nice call mate! Fancy some company?'
The two lads laughed and Dan made sure he caught the woman's eye and shot her a sexy half-smile.
They continued drinking until the woman's friends left. She sat, touching up her makeup, obviously waiting for Dan to approach her. He left Conor at the bar and made his move.
Sliding in beside her, he could smell her subtle expensive perfume,
'You didn't mind me looking then?'
'Not at all, it's not everyday I get a smile from someone as handsome as you.'
'Dan.'
'Marianne.'
She looked at the broad shoulders in his short sleeved white shirt, saw how his pecs curved firmly through the tight material, and allowed her eyes to lower. She smiled at the prominent bulge in his jeans.
'It looks like you've come ready for action.'
Dan grinned, 'Always. Especially for someone as gorgeous as you.'
'Well it certainly looks... big.'
He leant forward and whispered in her ear,
'Nine inches,' he slowly closed his fingers around lower arm, 'and as thick as your wrist.'
She breathed in excitedly and they kissed. Her mouth was warm and excited; his strong and sensual. As their lips parted, he gazed into her eyes and she sat transfixed,
'And my mates almost as well hung too. But not quite.'
He grinned sexily and her soft, pale hand, went excitedly up to her neck. She held her breath, aroused, as she looked across the bar at Conor – tall, dark, and so muscular – downing his pint. Taking his cue, he sauntered past the different customers and sat himself on the other side of her.
'You two boys seem very naughty, but I'm not sure you'd be up for what would be involved...'
'Try us,' countered Dan.
'My husband would want to watch.'
There was a partly stunned silence. It hung in the air, enticing, tempting, until Conor broke it with the words,
'Not a problem.'
Half an hour's taxi ride later, the two lads were in the plush kitchen of an expensive town house, being passed a beer each by Marianne as her husband perched calmly on a bar stool and watched. He was thin with grey, receding hair, a wrinkled face, and pale tired eyes. He licked his lips as Dan eased his hands around his wife's waist and pulled her in for a kiss before taking a swig from his beer bottle.
'You're both so big and strong,' she exhaled, stepping forward to unbutton Conor's shirt. 'Mmm I love a hairy chest, so manly'.
Conor grinned as she removed his shirt and fingered his short dark curls. Playing up to her, he raised his arms and flexed his enormous muscles. She ran her hands over the mountainous limbs and unbuttoned his jeans, stepping behind him to kiss his back and pull them down.
Dan watched his mate beaming away as the woman undressed him. He was mildly jealous of the huge body and began to remove his own clothes. Soon they were both standing in the kitchen in their underwear. Conor looked across as Dan's black Calvin Kleins, pleased his mate was wearing more conservative underwear than usual. He looked down at his own white Armani briefs, pleased with the package on display.
The husband watched as she kissed the lads, gentle massaging their bodies as her mouth swapped between their tongues. As she kissed Conor, her hand moved firmly over the bulge in his briefs. His cock was now rock hard and was pushing insistently for freedom. She kissed Dan once more, then turning back to face Conor, slipped her thumbs under the waistband of his briefs and pulled them down, getting to her knees as she tugged the slip of white material to his ankles. His cock flicked upwards with relief and slapped her under the chin with a loud thwack. The husband laughed out loud, the first noise he had made since they'd entered the kitchen. Both lads eyes darted towards him but his eyes were fixed on his wife's face.
'I think you're going to enjoy yourself tonight, my love.'
She smiled in response, opened her mouth and took between her lips the gift of eight thick inches that Connor was presenting. He closed his eyes with pleasure as she worked her way around his huge bellend, sliding her tongue over the throbbing shaft, and dragging her wet sexy lips over his hard meat.
Eager to get in on the action, Dan pulled down his boxers, wrapped her hair around his hand and guided her towards his cock. She looked up with a smile,
'Wow, you weren’t exaggerating were you, big boy.'
Then started to tackle his tempting offering.
Her husband slid from the bar stool and made his way towards the stairs. The lads thought he was leaving, but Marianne let Dan fall from her mouth, got to her feet, and gently gripped both lads by the dick. She gave them a teasing pull and then followed her husband. Dan and Conor looked at each other, their dicks rearing up and hungry like wild beasts, and followed Marianne to her bedroom...