1 comments/ 39451 views/ 4 favorites Hat Tricks By: oldhornywriter With our kids grown and gone Sharon, my wife of over 20 years, and I had taken to trying to put some of the sexual zing of our early marriage back into our lives. One of our new games involved tying the other up and then doing whatever we felt like. Within the limits of not inflicting any injuries or significant pain, we could play out our fantasies on our helpless partner. This game had the attraction that the one who was tied up didn't have to approve of or actively participate in the other partner's plans; acquiescence was all that was required. The main point of being tied up, after all, was to be "helpless" at the hands of the other, and to be able to lie back and enjoy it even if "it" was something that we'd not normally be a part of. And for the dominant partner, the main point of having a "helpless victim" was to be able to act out in ways that went beyond the convention ally acceptable. We weren't stupid about this. We had agreed that nobody would be left tied down out of earshot, or out of view for more than a minute or two. We had also agreed to be bound by the rule that whoever was tied down could always stop the action if things really did go beyond what he or she was willing to tolerate. We had our stop word, and after decades of living and loving together we both trusted the other to honor it if "The Word" was ever uttered. But we had also agreed not to use it casually, and so far neither of us ever had. Further, even though our Southern Baptist ancestors would no doubt have seen us as perverts, additional protection lay in our view of ourselves as essentially moral people: not intentionally harmful; careful of others' rights; people who lived by our word.. For example, while Sharon has never used "The Word," there was one time when I had pulled myself back before pushing things to the point where she might have done so. After I had her naked and tied down, I told her that I'd arranged to have someone else come over and fuck her, because it had always been one of my fantasies to watch that. Sharon didn't say a word at that point, just clenched her jaws tight and started staring at the ceiling, appearing to me to be the verge of tears. In fact I hadn't arranged for anyone to come over that night; I'd just planned to go through the motions of "letting someone in" down stairs and talking to "him" in muffled voices as "we" came upstairs. But from the look on her face it was clear that, while Sharon was steeling herself not to stoop to the level of pleading or arguing or using The Word to stop me, she was already intensely unhappy, and that following through with this deception was going to make that even worse. So, as soon as I saw those tears starting to form I had to confess to her that I was just making it all up. I really would like to watch her in bed with another guy, but not if in her mind she was being raped. That fantasy would have to be on hold until she wanted to share it. This new game had given me a chance to go down on Sharon, whose lack of fondness for being eaten out I'm trying to overcome, to fuck her in the ass (which, surprisingly, she likes much better than being eaten out, though not as much as getting laid in the old fashioned way) and to employ various toys, textures and temperatures on her body as much as I felt like. In return, Sharon had treated me to some nice all-over body massages, the occasional spanking and lots and lots of top riding. And, just as I'd done for her, we'd had fun with butt plugs, vibrators and dildoes. Once she even fucked my ass with a strap-on, which I quite enjoyed. She particularly liked giving me hand- and blow-jobs to the point where I was just short of coming, then cooling me down until she was ready to tease me again to the point of almost blowing my load. After a half-dozen or so of these ups and downs, she would take me to an absolutely ball- and mind-blowing orgasm, after which she would lick up my cum and feed it to me with her tongue. Tonight it was once again my time to be tied down and I was anxious to see what Sharon had come up with. As part of our usual routine she'd insisted that I take a dump (which didn't necessarily imply ass play; Sharon had learned not to tip her hand). Then we'd taken a shower together, and she'd been all over me with her hands in the slippery soapsuds, but not to the point where she got me off. Nor, as usual, would she let me give her a quick poke, as much as I begged for it. "No," she told me, "this is my night to tie you up, so you won't get any until I get you tied down, and only then if I feel like it. And besides, the soap on your dick burns my cunt when it gets inside." After the shower we dried each other off, then Sharon started pushing me through the bedroom until I toppled onto the bed. First she bound my hands together and attached them to the center post of the headboard (an arrangement that we had found was much better for flipping someone over than a four-point spread eagle). Then she spread my legs and tied my feet to the posts at the foot of the bed. When that was done Sharon asked if everything was tight but comfortable. I gave a couple of tugs on each, trying to free my hands and feet, and everything stayed the way it was supposed to be: not tight enough to cut off blood flow, but not likely to come loose without a lot of work. "Seems fine," I said." "So, what's it to be tonight, blindfold or no blindfold?" "Whatever you say. I'm not really making any decisions tonight, remember?" "Right. In that case, raise your head," she said as she reached into the drawer of her bedside table and pulled out a sleep mask. She put this over my eyes and then for good measure, slipped a headband over it to snug it in place. "How's that?" "Nice and comfy and I can't see a thing.," "Okay, then, I think we can get ready to start," Sharon said." Do you remember that time you said you had asked someone to come over and fuck me?" "Sure, I remember it. You weren't very happy with the idea, and besides, I was just kidding." "Yes, well I think you did the right thing. I wasn't ready for that then. But it gave me some ideas and I've thought about them a lot. So, tonight I'm going to have someone come over and fuck you." "Why, I think I can handle that," I said with a leer. "When does she get here?" "Oh," Sharon said, "whoever she is, she isn't coming tonight. But Bob should be here in about 10 minutes." "Bob, as in a guy Bob"," I wasn't quite sure that I was hearing what I was hearing, even though it was pretty clear and simple. "Very quick, as usual, big boy," Sharon said with a smirk in her voice, as she settled on the bed and started stroking my cock. "After our little discussion about your fantasies, I figured we might as well see whether you were really serious about them." Sharon was talking about a discussion that we'd had a couple of months before, partly fueled by a little booze and the warm glow from a great time in bed. I'd asked her what her fantasies were and she, as usual, said that they were all being taken care of with what we had been doing (which was not exactly what I was looking for, but not the worst news a guy could get). When she asked me what mine were, I rolled out the old standard of wanting to see her being fucked by someone else, and that a full blown orgy with several couples would also be nice. Then, after thinking about it for a little while I also told her that I had often wondered what it would be like to suck off a guy, and to feel a real dick fucking my ass. I'd had these two fantasies from time to time over the years, but the fact that I was brought up in a strict Army family had always kept me from acting on them. That was in a time and an Army well before "Don't ask; don't tell;" the Army of "Don't do it, period," in a society where closets were for staying in. And so, while I've felt intellectually for a long time that bisexuality was the normal state for humans (or at least for human males), my bi-curiosity was still in the curious stage, with little prospect that I'd ever move it beyond that. What Sharon was telling me now, unless she was also bluffing as I had been when I started to play this scenario on her, was that I was literally in a position to let these fantasies become reality. If she wasn't shitting me, she was proposing to get past my hang up that had kept me from actually doing these things by having them done to me. All I would have to be is passive, not using "The Word" to bring things to a halt. Part of me, the part that had been brought up in those military houses and went to schools for military kids until I was 18, sill lived inside my brain, and it was struggling with this idea. But the best it could do was struggle inside my big head with those other thoughts and desires expressed in my very honest, if somewhat alcohol greased, confession of my fantasies. Added to that struggle was what was happening with my little head as Sharon stroked me into a state of yearning hardness, plus the fact that I was in the game where anything short of injury was supposed to go. Under these circumstances, the reluctance caused by my early socialization didn't stand much of a chance. "Looks like your little friend is fine with this idea," said Sharon, still stroking my now rampant prick. "I guess I'd be silly to deny that. "Out of curiosity, though, what's in this for you?" "Oh, I don't know for sure. Part of it is to make you happy, I think. After all, if you've been fantasizing about this for years, it's probably something you really want to have happen." She gave the head of my prick a little lick then said, "And besides, I might find it kind of sexy." "Alright," I said, "I can go with that; and you're right about the idea being exciting. But just because I want it and you want it doesn't mean it's a good thing to do as opposed to an exciting fantasy. What do we know about this 'Bob' of yours, assuming he really exists? I'd really like to know that he's not an axe murderer, given I'm kind of tied up here. And it would be comforting to know that he doesn't have AIDS or the clap." "Bob, he's real enough. Well hung enough too, though nothing that would make him a porn star. But he certainly knows how to use what he has, and he has lots of stamina, too." "Right, I suppose this is all on his resume and testimonials from former lovers." "Could be, but I haven't seen them. Actually, I just found it out the old fashioned way. You see, Bob and I have been fucking each other a couple of times a week for the last month." This actually shut me up for a minute. Sharon and I had always had an open marriage, and we'd done a little swinging in our early years together. We'd been quite open with each other about this, telling each other about our affairs when we were playing solo rather than swinging as a couple. But after the kids were born Sharon had pulled out of that game, apparently forever. Or at least I'd thought so up to now. Finally I said, "You know, for someone who hasn't been able to come up with any fantasies, you're suddenly coming up with a lot of them, if only by adoption. I wish I could see your face to get a better read on whether you're making this all up." "Well, you can't, and in a couple of minutes you won't need to, because Bob is due any minute now." "In that case, maybe you'd better reassure me real fast that I'm not going to get throttled or infected with something neither of us wants. Or, for that matter, that in the morning I won't be tied up here while you and Bob ride off into the sunrise laughing your heads off at what a fool you'd just left." Whatever my voice and my words were conveying, Sharon didn't have to hear them to know that she had really riled up my insecurities, because while I was saying all this my prick had gone completely limp in her hand. "Look David, all I have time for now is the Reader's Digest version," she said. "Bob is a trainer at the fitness center. He's 25. Yeah, don't say it, almost young enough to be my son. But he's also kind and gentle and considerate and he can fuck for a very long time and come back for more in about 15 minutes. He's also very clean and neat and his body is as important to him as ours are to us - probably more so given how much better care he takes of his. Because he's bi he tests himself every week for HIV and he gets a blood test every month for STDs. I've seen his lab reports for the last year and he's clean. He's very selective about who he screws, and he won't screw anyone without a condom until he's had at least a month's worth of their HIV tests and they've had a blood test. For the past month, I've been taking saliva samples from you while you were asleep, and from myself as well, and Bob has been testing them with his home HIV test kit. That blood draw I had last week that I told you was for my lipids test was for a STD screening. I passed, of course, and he's willing to give you the benefit of the doubt based on that. He wouldn't be coming here tonight if we hadn't passed those tests. And," she said more passionately and a little breathlessly, "if you don't believe that I love you and you don't trust me to look out for our interests, you can just say The Word and I'll untie you and you can go fuck yourself rather than having your fantasies fulfilled." At that point the doorbell rang and Sharon said, "Either that's Bob or the Watchtower people are working kind of late tonight. What'll it be David? This was your idea after all. I'm sorry about the 'you can go fuck yourself if you don't trust me' thing. I realize that this may be a bigger deal for you than either of us thought until we got to this point, and I don't want to put you under that kind of pressure. If you want to call this off, please go ahead. I know how I felt when I thought you were going to bring someone in here to fuck me whether I wanted it or not. I was really happy with you for not playing that out when you saw how I felt. I do love you, and I don't want you to feel that you have to do anything you don't want to do. So, it's your call, and I'm totally okay with whichever decision you make." What could I say when she put it like that? The facts were that I did love her and I did trust her. Mother of our kids, friend and lover of my youth, nearly 10,000 nights sleeping side by side, my partner in most of the experiences of my life, my savior in some of them. And she was right: those were my fantasies that she had made her own here. There's risk in everything. Sharon was more than bright enough to know that any change in our relationship was risky for her as well as for me. The introduction of any new lover into our equation might wreck what we had. We'd been willing, even anxious, to take such risks early in our marriage, when we had a lot less basis to trust each other to handle them well. Shit, if she was telling the truth, and by now I was 99.9% certain that she was, she'd returned herself to a level of sexual liberation that for years I'd been encouraging, even pressuring, her to return to. No matter that she said she was totally okay with me pulling out at this point. There was no way I could back away from her offer to fulfill my fantasies without risking harm to our relationship, maybe as much risk as was posed by bringing in this guy that she said she'd checked out so thoroughly. ("Man, I've got to hear more about that month of fucking Bob," I thought, "but not right now.") And besides, if this worked out, well, before the night was out I'd satisfy those long-suppressed urges to find out what it would be like to suck off a guy, and to feel a real dick fucking my ass. "I guess you better go down there and hope it's Bob and not the Jehovah's Witnesses people," I said. With that, Sharon gave me a big, deep kiss and got up off the bed. While she was gone I gave the ties that were holding me down a good workout. Just as I'd found the first time, they weren't going to come loose. I was, indeed, helpless as long as I didn't bring things to a total stop with The Word. Truth to tell, once I'd bought into it this idea excited me a lot, and I could feel myself growing hard, especially when I heard feet climbing the steps and the murmur of voices, one of which definitely sounded male, coming up the stairs. The voices went silent until the footsteps entered the room and Sharon said "David, this is my friend Bob from the fitness center. Bob, I'd like you to meet David." A couple more footsteps and suddenly a hand, cool from the outside air, was gently shaking my cock and a pleasant baritone voice as saying "Pleased to meet you David." I was so surprised by this that the best I could manage was a weak "Hi," and a wave of one of my bound hands. Sharon said, "Bob, I've told David a little bit about you and that you're here to help him fulfill his bisexual fantasies. Now, just so he'll know that we're all on the same page, I'm going to repeat the ground rules that we went over earlier this week. Basically, you can't hurt him beyond what might fall within the realm of light bondage. He likes a little spanking, but you can't do anything that leaves marks or injures him. And if he ever says the word "Hoover" you have to stop what you're doing immediately and the game is over. Are you okay with this?" "Absolutely," said Bob. I wouldn't have it any other way. Out of curiosity, though, why 'Hoover'?" Sharon explained, "Well, it's actually kind of personal. You see, once when we were in college we were at an anti-war meeting and we'd signed a petition agreeing never to work for the government or give any money to our university, which had a very aggressively pro-war administration at the time." "Somehow," I interrupted, "that paper never made it to the back of the room, and we figured that some spy for the FBI had collected it. Even before that I'd never liked that little prick, J. Edgar Hoover. Since he's the last thing that I'd associate with sexual fun and games, I suggested that we use his name to call off any game that was about to get out of hand." "And besides," Sharon finished, "it doesn't sound like anything else we might say in the heat of pain or passion, so there's not likely to be any confusion." "Okay," said Bob. "A little weird, but I understand. Hoover is the sexual turn-off. I can handle that. Until I hear it though, we're going to party on, right David." "I'd be lying if I told you that I didn't want to try this, as you can probably tell from what you have in your hand - and that feels very good, by the way," I heard myself saying. "So, give it your best shot, Bob, and I'll try to hold up my end." I have to confess that I go for the lowest form of humor when I'm uneasy. But however low it is, it's still humor, and Sharon and Bob were good enough to give little laughs. Bob let go of my dick and I heard him taking off his clothes and shoes. Next I felt the edge of the bed tilt and then the weight evened out as he passed one knee over me and he was straddling my head in a 69 position. At the same time I could hear the chair from the vanity being moved over next to the other side of the bed and Sharon said, "David, this may be your fantasy, but I want you to know that this is probably one of the hottest things I've ever seen." From farther down the bed Bob said, "Sharon says that this will be your first time giving head. She also said on our way upstairs that she'd told you that we'd been screwing each other for the past month. I probably don't have to tell you that she's an excellent cocksucker, since I'm pretty sure that she's given you a lot of head over the years. Just try to remember what you liked best when she was sucking you off and use that as your guide. And definitely remember to be careful with your teeth." With that his knees moved a little more apart and I could feel the rubbery head of his cock brushing against my lips. My first reaction, I think more from surprise than anything else, was to turn my head aside. But then my own prick gave a jerk as I realized that I was excited rather than repulsed, and I turned my head back, opened my lips and took the head of his cock into my mouth. With just that little bit of contact Bob's dick started to lengthen and grow in my mouth. I quickly ran my tongue around its head and tickled the opening at its end, just as Sharon had done so many times for me. Almost immediately he became fully hard, and as he moved farther into my mouth whatever qualms had been left over from my Army childhood were swept aside by the thought that I was actually doing this, that I had brought him to this state, and that I could make him get there. I don't think I was rationalizing here. Yes, I was tied down and he wasn't. Bob was on top of me. To Sharon it might look like he was starting to fuck my mouth, that he was the doer and I was the one being done. All of this was true, too; after all, it was at the heart of the tie-down game. But in my mind at that time not only was I getting something that I had wanted for a long time, I was making his body react to me. I had made him get hard. I was going to make this guy come. Hat Tricks Later I had time to wonder if Sharon was feeling powerful when she was sucking cock, even when I had my hands tangled in her hair and was pulling her head as far down on my cock as she could take it. As things progressed, though, there wasn't a lot of room for thought. I was mainly registering sensation, and beyond that I was just being incredibly turned on. As Sharon said, Bob was very clean. Mainly what I smelled as he pushed into my mouth as a little bit of soap smell. The skin on the shaft of his prick was silky smooth and I loved its feel on my lips and tongue. Also as Sharon had told me, he was considerate, moving slowly at first, giving my jaws time to adjust and get used to having to be so far open for an extended period of time, never aiming for the back of my throat. Then, once we had worked it out that I could take a couple of inches of his cock without any problems, he started to move in and out a bit more each time, still with slow, careful strokes. As this went on, I heard movement from the side of the bed, then I heard clothes hitting the floor, and then I could smell the musky scent of Sharon's sex as it began to fill the room. Clearly, Bob and I weren't the only ones getting turned on. As Bob increased his pace and the depth of his strokes, I began experimenting with sucking on his cock with varying degrees of strength, and alternating this with swirling my tongue, feeling the ridges of the veins as I moved around his shaft. Sometimes I'd raise my head a little, taking him deeper than he'd expected. Every now and then he'd give a little "Unh" sound and an irregular jerk, which told me that I was doing something right. And I also began to get a little salty-bitter taste in my mouth, which must have been from his pre-cum, again telling me that I must be doing okay. Then Bob pulled out of my mouth and said "You're doing great, but I want you to give me a little more variety. Remember how Sharon uses her tongue and just a little bit of teeth on your cock. I want you to do that for me now." Once again he lowered his cock a little, just so that I could get the tip into my mouth. I pinched it with my lips, then ran my tongue all around it, after which I scraped my teeth over it. Bob was making more noises than before, and he was doing more pulling back than pushing forward, so it was hard to for me to get at more of his prick than the head, even when I raised my head up off the bed. Then he made a spasmodic downward lunge that I hadn't anticipated and his prick slid across my lips. I quickly wrapped them around the underside of his shaft and slid them all the way to the base, then tongued my way back to the top, popped him back into my mouth and gave him a big suck. "Oh, shit! Man, that feels good," he groaned. By then we probably would have forgotten Sharon, except that Bob wasn't the only one groaning. With my blindfold on I couldn't see her, but the sounds she was making were unmistakable proof that she had been playing with herself, hard. To me, it sounded like she was coming. Back in my mouth again, it tasted like Bob was leaking more and more pre-cum. He was also beginning to thrust in and out with quicker and deeper strokes. I knew what I'd want under the circumstances, so I clasped my lips firmly around his dick and started sucking hard while moving my head up and down as much as I could. Bob was making panting sounds mixed in with groans and suddenly he went rigid, I could feel his prick swell in my mouth, and his first shot of cum squirted across my tongue. Bitter, a hint of chlorine, I registered, as I made a swallowing motion, my lips still locked around his prick. "Oh Christ,," Bob cried out, and then there came another three or four thick spurts of cum, as Bob held himself rigid and continued to make "Oh!" and "Unh!" sounds. Bob resumed his in and out and I was so bound up with milking him and not choking as I sucked him dry that I had not come myself, though my prick was achingly hard. Suddenly, I felt a mouth go around the head of my prick and almost immediately I began coming myself. Fortunately I had to open my mouth to cry out as I came, or I might have done some real harm to the dick that was still there before Bob pulled it out of harm's way. That was the shortest blowjob, but one of the most intense orgasms, that I have ever had. Bob rolled off of me to the side away from Sharon and as soon as he did so Sharon was all but smothering me with deep French kisses. I'd managed to swallow all of Bob's cum, but I felt sure she could taste it in my mouth; I certainly still could. I know I can taste mine in hers when I kiss her after she sucks me off. When she finally came up for air she gasped, "Jesus, David, that was so unbelievably hot to watch. I hope it was as good for you as it was for me." "I loved every minute of it," I said. And to Bob, "Thanks for that. I know how hard it is to keep your control sometimes. You were great." "David," Bob said, "Sharon is still the best cocksucker in this room, but for a virgin you were fantastic. You can suck my cock whenever you want." Sharon said, "Look, the night is just beginning, so I want us all to take a bathroom break. Bob, I'd appreciate it if you would go downstairs and use the bathroom by the kitchen, and on the way back you can bring the pitcher of drinks that I have in the refrigerator. You'll find glasses and a sports bottle on the tray on the counter. I'll get David to the bathroom up here and we can meet back in bed in a few minutes." "Sure Sharon," Bob replied. "I don't drink booze though, so do you mind if I pick something non-alcoholic out of the fridge?" "I remember that from the times at your place. There's a pitcher of margaritas down there for David and me and a case of diet Dr. Pepper for you. Bring up as many as you want. And don't worry about the windows; the curtains are all drawn." With that Bob padded off and Sharon started untying my feet. "Okay David, I'm going to leave your blindfold on and your hands will be tied, so you just keep thinking of yourself as tied down. But you'll be able to walk to the bathroom and back, and I'll make sure you hit the pot. Does that work for you?" "Sharon, I'm yours to command. You lead the way and I'll pee into anything you want." When we got back into the bedroom I could sense that Bob had returned, though I wasn't sure where he was. Sharon guided me back to the bed and secured my hands. Then, instead of tying my legs spread-eagle as before, she tied them both to the left post of the footboard, leaving me on my side with the right side of the bed free. She then put the straw of the sports bottle into my mouth and propped the bottle so that I could suck on it whenever I felt like it. The margarita was not as good as it would have been from a salt-rimmed glass, but it was cold and wet and very welcome. I could hear Bob pop the top of his drink and the tinkle of ice in Sharon's glass coming from the same side of the room. Aside from that we all just lay and drank, or sat or did whatever they were doing, without talking for a while until Sharon said, "How're you doing Bob? Think you're ready for round two?" "I could probably use a few more minutes before I can get it up again," Bob said, "so it depends on what round two is." "Hmm," said Sharon. Do you think you can manage your usual three rounds tonight?" "Sure, I don't see why not. I'm feeling fine and you all are sexy people. Fucking either of you isn't going to be a real chore, you know." "In that case, I think we'll add another round and make round two the one where David gets to watch another man fucking me, and we'll make round three the part where I get to watch David take your dick up his ass. I'll warm you up a little until you're ready to go." "Sounds like a plan," Bob said, as I heard him put his pop can down on a table. "Yes it does," Sharon replied as she climbed onto the bed, slipped my blindfold off and picked up my sports bottle. She hadn't bothered to ask me what I thought of the plan, but since everything on the card was one of my fantasies I guess she thought that was unnecessary. She was right, too. It took a couple of seconds for my eyes to adjust to the light, but when they did the first things I noticed were that Sharon's nipples were fully erect, her chest from tits to neck was very red and she had a look of absolute lust on her face. I couldn't see her cunt but I' sure it was sopping wet. "Okay David, this is an added treat for you. And it's the first time that Bob's going to fuck me bareback, so it's an added treat for me too. There's just one more rule for you: look but don't talk. You're just a fly on the wall for this part; a fly caught in a spider web on the wall as it happens. So, stay nice and quiet, and just enjoy the show." With that she stepped back and I got my first look at Bob. Very nice looking kid, to tell the truth. Not movie star handsome, but with a pleasant, strong face, thick brownish hair, standing about 6 feet with a magnificently muscled body. Sharon had been right about that too: he took a lot better care of his body than we did. As for his cock, it was hard to judge because it wasn't fully erect yet, but my best guess was that it would be about the same size as mine - your basic, average, six-incher. Circumcised, which I already knew from having had it in my mouth recently. Surrounded by a nice thick patch of dark pubic hair. Little bit of hair on his thighs, forearms and shins, but virtually none on his chest. All in all, he wouldn't have made a bad Greco-Roman god, if some sculptor were looking for a model. I could certainly see why Sharon had decided to consider him for her partner in re-entering the world of extramarital sex. Sharon got off the bed and crooked her finger at Bob, who walked over slowly until he was standing in front of her. She then positioned him so that she they were sideways to me, and then she sank down on her knees in front of him. Instead of taking him into her mouth immediately, she started licking his thigh, up and over his pubic patch and down the other thigh. Then she started up that thigh but when she got to the level of his now-hardening prick she popped it into her mouth and sucked it into her mouth. Even though Bob was only semi-erect she didn't get it all in - Sharon has never managed to deep throat me - but she came close, and Bob seemed more than happy. From where I was lying I could see that his estimate of how much time he needed to recover had been way off. As soon as Sharon got him in her mouth his prick began growing longer and harder. His hands grasped the back of her head lightly, encouraging her to stay put as he strained to move deeper into her. But Sharon had her own plans. Slowly, she pulled back until her lips were around the head of his cock. Then she made a plunging dive far down the shaft of his cock, which became fully erect. Bob let out an "Unh," and his knees bent as he again tried to trust his hips forward. Sharon pulled back again, ran her tongue around the tip of his cock, then looked up at him and said, "Later, honey. Right now I think it's time for you to fuck my brains out." With that she got up, lay down on the bed with her feet facing me, and spread her legs wide. I could see her juices seeping out from between the lips of her cunt, wetting her inner thighs. She had never looked sexier to me. Bob climbed onto the bed and positioned himself over her, then took a swipe at one of her nipples with is tongue. Sharon gave a gasp at this the said, "Bob, be nice. I want you to come into me from as high as you can. David has waited a long time for this, and I want him to be able to see your prick when it slides into my cunt." Again Bob showed how considerate he was. He brought his knees up a bit, keeping them spread so that I could see Sharon's hand as she grabbed his prick and guided it to her cunt lips. Bob gave a short shove to lodge it, then he waited a few seconds, giving me a great view of his white shaft surrounded by the deep red of Sharon's swollen labia. Next he slowly slid forward, giving me a long look as his cock disappeared, inch by inch, down her hole, until it was hidden by his balls. While all of this was happening, Sharon was making a low sign interrupted by lttle moans. When he had penetrated her to the hilt, she hooked her legs behind his thighs, turned her head up and gave him a long, deep kiss. Then she said "Bob, I am so incredibly horny. I want you to fuck me harder than you've ever fucked me before. Make me come as much as you can, but if you feel you're about to start to come, I want you to pull out and stop." Bob didn't need to be told twice. Immediately he pulled most of the way out of her, then slammed his prick back in with such force that it moved her up the bed an inch or two. "Oh, yes, do that," Sharon cried, as he pulled out and rammed her again. "Yes, hard, fuck me hard. Oh! Fuck!" I was so busy watching Sharon's face - her cunt was now hidden from me by their legs, and besides, face shots have always interested me more than the pictures of pistoning cocks in the amateur skin flicks that we've watched - that I wasn't keeping count, but it couldn't have taken more than a half dozen of these ramming thrusts to bring Sharon to her first orgasm. Her eyes screwed tight, face straining almost as if in pain, she began moaning and grunting her release in a series of Ahs and Unhs.. Bob slowed his pace but didn't stop as he brought her down slowly. Sharon opened her eyes, looked into his, and brought her mouth up, demanding his kiss. After they kissed for a while, Bob still moving slowly, with long in and out stokes, Sharon turned to me and, looking straight into my eyes, said a little breathlessly, "Bob, that was fantastic. Now, do me again," at which Bob rammed home his next stroke with all the force that he could muster. Sharon scrunched her eyes closed, brought her head back up and began to moan. Again, it didn't take long before Bob had her on the verge of an orgasm but, rather than pushing her over the top as before, he pulled his next stroke back slowly and just as slowly re-entered her. Sharon immediately grabbed his ass and tried to pull him down faster, as she thrust her hips up to meet him, but Bob was determined to make this one last. As Sharon encouraged him, "Bob, fuck me, make me come," he continued his long slow stokes. Then, without warning, he slammed into her twice and Sharon gave out a choked cry, her face once more beginning to scrunch up as she began her ascent toward an orgasm. But again Bob slowed, and Sharon began pleading with him, "Bob, please don't play with me like this," and, "Bob, I need to come so bad," as she kept trying to ride up his cock with wild thrusts of her hips. Finally, Bob gave her four or five more fierce rapid thrusts and Sharon was over the top, moaning and shouting "Fuck, Fuck, Fuck" in the midst of a mind-blowing orgasm. This time, instead of letting her down gently, Bob continued to pound into Sharon. I could see him pause for just a second to pull his knees up a little, and I knew that he was lining his cock up so that it would rub her clit longer and harder as he pumped in and out of her. Sharon went wild, gasping and groaning non-stop except for the occasional "Yes!" and "Fuck!" Her hips were again thrusting wildly, her fingers digging into Bob's ass cheeks, as he pushed her from her second orgasm straight to an even higher third one. And, as he held her at that peak for what seemed like minutes, I shot my load all over the bed. Finally, Bob let his weight fall on her and he stopped moving. There was just the sound of panting until Bob said, "I'm afraid that if I do that again I'll come and you told me not to. So, what do you want me to do Sharon?" Sharon once more turned her head to face me and said, "Well, Bob, I guess we'd better move on to round three." Bob also turned his head to me and said, "Still no signs of the FBI, David?" "I don't think we're going to see them tonight," I said as Bob and Sharon began to untangle themselves and get off the bed. Bob began to untie my right foot as Sharon gathered a couple of pillows to put under my hips. They then rolled me over on my stomach, the pillows helping to thrust my ass up into the air a bit. Bob continued to adjust the ropes on my legs so that they allowed me to pull my knees up under me, while Sharon went to her bedside table and got out her tube of KY Jelly. Bob stood aside, stroking his dick to keep it hard, as Sharon began to slather the cold lube over my asshole. She slipped one, then a couple of fingers into my ass and rubbed them abound, getting me thoroughly lubed inside as well as out. Once the lube had warmed to body temperature it felt wonderful to me, and my dick was beginning to respond in spite of my recent orgasm. Turning to Bob Sharon asked, "How much do you want me to stretch him out Bob?" "Go ahead and do three fingers." As her third finger slipped in to me I began to feel a little stretched. Just a little, because Sharon has pretty small hands. Her three fingers, scrunched together by the pressure of my sphincter, probably didn't equal the girth of the strap-on penis with which she'd fucked me before. She tried to spread them out, and I could feel myself being stretched a little more. But her fingers were not very strong and it wasn't painful - just .... stretchy. While all of these preparations were under way, I was thinking about what was to come and what it might mean for me, and for us. There was no argument this time that I was exercising the least bit of power over Bob. I wasn't going to get him hard; Sharon had already done that. And I wasn't going to make him come like I had when I had him in my mouth. In a few minutes he was going to get on top of me, stick his dick up my ass and start pushing and pounding into me however he felt like it. And when he did enough of that fast enough, he was going to blow his load into me, without me doing a damned thing to bring that about except provide a little friction and maybe the stimulating image of someone tied up and speared on his meat. In the male chauvinist words of my youth, Bob was about to fuck me like a girl. So, where did I stand with all that? Well, I was pretty sure that I wasn't gay. After watching what Bob and Sharon had just done, I was hotter for Sharon than I'd been in a long, long time. I'm not totally sure what the psychology of that was. All I know is that watching her get fucked by Bob made her more sexually desirable to me than before. Like she was a different Sharon. There was a time when I was playing and she wasn't that she asked me what was wrong with her that I wanted to be fucking someone else. I'd told her that there was nothing wrong with her, that I was just looking for variety, and that, as good as our sex life was, the one thing that she couldn't be was not-her. Being not-Sharon was mainly what the other women that I had fucked for fun were; it certainly wasn't for love or as the first step toward a distant future together. Tonight, before my eyes, she had become Sharon 2.0, which was not-Sharon 1.0, while at the same time keeping (I hoped) all of the parts of her personality that had made Sharon 1.0 so lovable and attractive to me through the years. But what about me, just as surely David 2.0 after tonight? No, not gay David, but definitely bisexual David. The David who no longer had bisexual fantasies, but who now had a bisexual reality and maybe a new fantasy, of doing this again, and again, and again. Would I turn out to be David 2.0.1, the no-longer-practicing bisexual, keeping that new fantasy as a fantasy, or David 2.0.2, who actively sought sex whether it came with a prick or a cunt? I didn't know who I was going to be after tonight, and I didn't know how Sharon 2.0 was going to relate to David 2.0.x, whichever version x turned out to be. Hat Tricks "What the fuck," I thought at last. "This is what I've wanted to try for a long time, and this is what Sharon has delivered for me at my urging." "And," as I had thought earlier, "there's a risk in anything you do, or don't do for that matter. Right now I've got my wife with her fingers up my ass so that her new lover (our new lover if I want it) can fuck me like the bisexual guy I've always felt I should be. What sort of clown would I be to stop at this point? Sharon's with me on this, and we'll work out the details of our new lives tomorrow. Right now I just want to feel Bob's prick shoving up my ass to see if it's as good as I've made it out to be in all the times I've thought about it." Bob interrupted this stream of over-intellectualization when he told Sharon he thought we were both as ready as we were going to get. Her fingers pulled out of my ass as Bob's weight came onto the bed. Now that I was not blindfolded, I could look back and see him, his engorged prick bobbing up and down in front of him, as he moved behind me. Somehow, it looked bigger from that angle. I could also see Sharon moving her chair toward the end of the bed, her free hand already massaging her clit. Then Bob was blocking my view of Sharon as he moved up and pushed my knees up fully under me, lifting my ass up into the air. I could feel his prick rubbing against my ass as he moved my legs apart so that he could get between them. As he grasped one of my ass cheeks in each hand and spread them apart, I felt the head of his prick moving into place against my anus. "I don't know how open Sharon has gotten you, or how tense you've gotten yourself," he said. "So, I'm going to take this real slow until you're comfortable. You let me know if it hurts and I'll stop, or pull out if you want me to. Once I'm in a couple of inches, you should start to loosen up and I can go faster and deeper when you're ready. Just tell me which way you want me to go, in or out, and I'll do it ." With that, Bob commenced to slowly press his dick into my ass. Wow, strange sensation. I'd had but plugs, Sharon's vibrator and her strap-on up there, but the feel was so different. The tip of Bob's prick was a lot softer and spongier than any of those, so that my sphincter seemed to press it smaller as it entered me. And the temperature was the same as mine; something that we'd never gotten just right with our toys. At first, Bob's prick entered me easily, and felt great. But he hadn't gone very far when it started to hurt. "Hold it a second Bob," I said. "I must be more tense than I thought." "That's fine, David. Do you want me to pull out or stay where I am for now?" "Stay where you are," I said. Then, "On second thought, how about pulling almost all the way out and then back in some, but no deeper than you are now. It felt really good until you started to stretch me too much, so we might as well enjoy that first part while I'm waiting to loosen up." That must have made sense to Bob because he went with that for several strokes until I said, "Okay, try for a little deeper on you next thrust." He gave me what I wanted, which got about another inch of his dick into my ass, and set off the too-stretched pain again. "Ow, hold it Bob." Bob stopped immediately. I told him to pull back a little to give me a chance to adjust, which he did. He said, "Basically, your sphincter is now stretched around my shaft. Feels great for me, by the way, nice and tight. As soon as you adjust to that, there's really no reason you can't take all of me. After all, my dick is pretty much the same size from one end to the other once you get past the head." I gave it maybe half a minute, breathing deeply, trying to will my sphincter to loosen, then I pushed back gently against his prick. I felt it slide back in a bit, and there was no pain now, just a stretched, full feeling that wasn't unpleasant at all. So I pushed back a little more and Bob took this as his signal to start pushing forward. Together we got the whole of his prick into me, until I felt his pubes rubbing against my ass cheeks. "Oh shit," I said, "that feels wonderful." "Even better than when I do you?" asked Sharon. "'Fraid so, babe," I replied. "No offense intended. It's like you're always telling me when I ask you about your vibrator, there's no substitute for the real thing." "Bob," Sharon said, "if you don't mind I'd like it if you'd pick up the pace now. I'm sure David won't mind." "Go ahead Bob," I agreed. "Fuck at will. Bob grasped me firmly around my hips and started pumping in and out of me at a steady pace. I was loving it, and I noticed another difference between real and plastic cock.. Bob's cock moved inside its skin, so there was always a little delay on his out strokes while the skin caught up with the core of his withdrawing rod. And on the short strokes the skin might not move much at all, so that I was feeling not so much in and out along the channel of my ass, but was more aware of his prick probing deeply into my bowels. Oddly, I wasn't getting very hard myself while this was going on. I don't know why, because I'd read that stimulation of the prostate was supposed to get guys off. I even remembered something about this in a movie or a book about an Israeli officer who had been captured by Arab soldiers and raped in the ass. His inability to cope with his body's betrayal eventually made him suicidal. But, for whatever reason, I just wasn't getting hard or moving toward an orgasm. I didn't have a lot of time to think about this, even if I'd wanted to, because at that point Bob told me to go ahead and lie down. When I did this, I was fully down on the bed, with my ass raised up in the air by the pillows that Sharon had placed under me. Bob had pulled out of my ass while I repositioned myself, but as soon as I was down he was stretching my cheeks apart and again driving into my ass - this time with one hard thrust that had him all the way in. The feeling from going from an empty ass to contact to being completely filled in one fluid stroke was incredible. Now Bob was lying on top of me, and I had the sensation of his full weight all along my body as well as his spike in my bowels and his pubes rubbing against my butt cheeks. It felt much more sensual than when he was taking me on my knees, and I liked it a lot more. Bob must have felt the same way, because he started hammering me really hard and fast, and he was starting to gasp and groan. I was trying to move my ass up and down in time with his strokes. Once again I could hear Sharon groaning as well, and I could imagine her fingers digging furiously in and out of her cunt. I though I could hear her, under her breath between moans, saying "Fuck him, fuck him." After a minute or two at this frantic pace Bob gave a short, sharp grunt as he rammed his prick deep into me and held it there. I could feel it throbbing as his cum shot out of it - 4, 5, 6 powerful spurts. More of his weight fell on me and his mouth lay panting next to my ear. At the same time as Bob was shooting his load, Sharon let out a guttural cry as she reached yet another orgasm. Silence descended for a couple of minutes, more or less, as we were all panting to catch our breath. Finally, Bob began to move and I felt his now soft prick fall out of my ass. He got up from the bed and Sharon came around to his side. "How was that, big boy?" she asked "That was absolutely kinky," I said. "Thank you so much for arranging it. And thank you, Bob, for doing such a great job of breaking me in slowly. I don't think that's something I could have enjoyed if you'd been in a hurry." "Yeah, Dave, I know what you mean," he said, a distant look on his face. "I remember the first time I had someone up my ass, and I've been trying not to be like him ever since." Then his look returned to the present and he said, "By the way, if you're interested my ass is now at your disposal." "Thanks Bob, very much. But not tonight. I'm really kind of worn out, and I expect that Sharon and I are going to want to do some talking before we go to sleep." "Good idea," said Sharon. "We may be old but we've got a few good years left in us, Bob. No need to do everything at once." "You're not old," said Bob. "And even when you are, I expect that you won't act old. But I understand your need to talk after this, so I'll leave you all to it if you'll let me get a shower first." "How about you untie me and we can see if we can all fit into that shower," I said. "A threesome shower has never been one of my fantasies, but it's something I'd like to try now that we have the chance." In short order, I was untied and marched to the bathroom; I needed the help since I'd been tied up so long and my joints were kind of stiff. On the way I felt something running down my leg and I looked down to see a line of Bob's cum that had escaped from my ass. "Jesus," I thought, where does that kid get all that stuff?" We all managed to squeeze into the shower together and Sharon suggested that she should get us both clean while we worked on her, as long as we promised to keep all the soap on the outside. After we dried off, Sharon and I put on bathrobes and Bob got his clothes on. We picked up a couple of diet Dr. Peppers for the road as we walked him down to the door. There was a near-awkward moment as I thought Bob might be going to kiss me. That is one thing that my fantasies definitely had never included, and I didn't think I was ready for that. But he was a good kid to the end, just shaking my hand and wishing me good night. Sharon made up for whatever he didn't get from me in the kissing department, so that for a moment I was wondering if they were going to start up again. But eventually they broke apart and Sharon said, "Thanks very, very much Bob. You were all that I could have hoped for when I first talked about this with you. See you tomorrow at the gym." After waiting for Bob to drive off, Sharon and I returned to bed. There was a. little clean up to do - changing the bottom sheet that I had come all over, and the pillowcases that had been under me while Bob was buggering me, replacing cords with covers, throwing the bathrobes into the corner - but soon we were snuggled up to each other in our bed. "Well, three fantasies fulfilled in one night, quite impressive" Sharon said. I guess you'll need to get some more now." Then, after a little pause "What to you think, big boy?" Are you going to become a raving queen on me and run away with Bob after tonight?" "I don't think so," I said. "I'm more than happy about tonight, and I love you very much for arranging it. But to tell the truth, at the moment I haven't a clue where I'm going with this. It'll probably take me a while to sort it out, and there's much more for us to talk about than we have time for tonight." I gave Sharon a gentle kiss, then continued, "What I can tell you now is that the cock sucking was every bit as sensual as I thought it would be, while I think I kind of expected more from the ass fucking. I didn't even come while he was fucking me, and I'm not sure what that means. Besides, watching you go wild under Bob was the most erotic part of my evening so far. In fact, I wouldn't mind getting a bit of that myself if you're up for a quickie." "Yes, I noticed you hadn't gotten there while Bob was fucking you. Tell you want, though. Tonight I've had two cocks in my mouth...." "Two cocks in your mouth," I interrupted. You mean that was you that sucked me off right after I sucked Bob off? I'd assumed it was Bob returning the favor." "Nope, that was me. Bob had had his chance and didn't take it, and at that point I couldn't resist. Anyway, as I was about to say, tonight I've had two cocks in my mouth, and between the pounding Bob gave me and all the rubbing I did on myself, my cunt is pretty sore. But as long as you can get it up, my ass is open for business if you want to help me get a hat trick too."