0 comments/ 69392 views/ 3 favorites Mike, Robin, & Me Ch. 01 By: wileycoyote035 You’ve got mail! Sure, that’s a corny way to start this tale, but that’s just how this adventure began. About six months ago, I decided to post a profile on an adult swinger website. I was curious as to what kinds of people were out there, plus I loved looking at the pictures posted by the members. I guess it’s was voyeur in me coming out. My ad was pretty similar to most; nice looking single guy wishes to meet females or couples. Mine had one small twist. I was looking for a bisexual couple. I don’t really remember when I realized I was bicurious. I didn’t wake up one day and discover this, but I think it sort of developed slowly over time. Sometimes, when watching porn, I’d fast forward to the cum shot. Movies with transsexuals became interesting. I’d find myself wondering what it would be like to jerk off another guy. And yes, I admit I even thought of what it would be like to give another guy head. As for anal sex, I’m squarely in the “it’s better to give than to receive” camp…although a finger or two might be interesting. Like I said, this attitude developed over a period of years, and I finally decided to see if I could turn fantasy into reality. I’ll admit I got lucky. The couple that contacted me was attractive, intelligent, fun to talk to, and very interested in helping me live my fantasy. I got email from them while on Thanksgiving vacation at my brother’s house. They had seen my profile, liked what they read, liked my picture, and wanted to know if I wanted to meet them. Before replying, I looked them up. Wow. The wife was very, very pretty. She was tall (about 5’11”), slim, lovely, small breasts, and my all-time favorite…a shaved pussy. And it was a pretty pussy, too. His picture was not posted, but his description sounded a lot like me. He was about 5’9”, with dark hair, a thick build, and a goatee. That’s pretty much how I look (or used to look, anyway). I responded that I would like to meet them, but was currently out of town and would contact them when I returned. About a week later, we were all chatting on AIM, and having a blast. The wife and I had a very similar sense of humor and could play off of each other. As a joke, I started answering everything with “Yes, Ma’am, No, Ma’am” and she took to calling me her “boy toy”. We chatted a few times during the week and in what I would consider a supremely classy move, they asked me to write up my “perfect setting”. They were very interested in making it a reality, if possible, so I was more than happy to oblige. In addition, we agreed to meet early afternoon the following Saturday. I swear it felt like two weeks went by instead of two days. I was so nervous I could barely eat. Well, maybe more excited than nervous. I never thought Saturday would get here, but finally it did. I was to meet them at a local restaurant that was a bit secluded so we could talk without being interrupted. Little did I know we’d do more than talk. I arrived on time and met them going in the door. I was immediately impressed with both of them. Robin was a very attractive woman and incredibly friendly. She gave me a hug and quick kiss when her husband introduced us. I must admit that I developed a large crush on her in a moment’s time. She was dressed in a moderately short skirt, a blouse that showed just a hint of cleavage and another favorite of mine; high heels. In addition to being bicurious, I also have a foot fetish and love a woman in high heels. I remember mentioning this while chatting and thought it a very cool thing for her to wear. Her husband Mike was also a great guy, and we really did resemble one another from our similar builds, to same hair color and eye color. I was to find out later that this resemblance really turned Robin on. We were shown to a secluded booth towards the back of a fairly empty restaurant. The booth was semi-circular surrounding a large table. Mike slid in one side, I slid in on the other and Robin slid in behind me so I ended up in the middle. The conversation and food were great. We all had a couple drinks to loosen us up, and it made the conversation flow easily. It was like we’d known one another for a while and could talk on any subject. Of course, the subject eventually turned to the reason for our meeting. “So, Greg,” Mike said, “have you thought about what we talked about? Are you still interested in going through with this?” I hesitated for a moment and then said, “I’ve done a lot of thinking on this lately, and have decided that, yes, this is something I do want to try. From our conversations over the past few days, you know that I’m pretty nervous about this, but you’ve both made me feel very comfortable and I’d like to move forward. As you know, I’m interested in being with you both and want to please and be pleased by both of you.” “Well,” Robin said, “as we talked I gave Mike a sign that said I was interested in going further with this and he gave me the same signal in return. We’d both love to help you realize your fantasy and have actually booked a room at one of the local casinos so you’d not have to wait any longer.” I was floored by this. I did bring an overnight bag as they suggested, but didn’t think I would need it. My reaction was to simply look from one to the other with my mouth hanging open. “Keep doing that,” Mike said, “and you’ll wind up with something in your mouth.” I sorta blinked, realized what I was doing, and quickly closed my mouth. They both laughed and then Mike said that they both wanted to know what I was willing to do and not do. “Hmm…good question,” I said quietly, looking around the restaurant. “Well, Mike, I want to know what it’s like to make another man hard. I want to fill my palm with oil and rub it on another man’s cock until it’s hard and slick and shiny. I want to jerk you off and watch you cum.” At this point, I felt Robin slide closer and lean into me, resting against my shoulder. She laid her right hand on my thigh and lightly scratched the inside with her finger nails. I’m a bit ticklish there and this action made my balls jump a bit. She had to have felt it as she continued to move her hand up and gently cupped my balls through my slacks. I was semi-hard the entire time we were talking and her actions moved me quickly past that point. I don’t think I’d ever been this hard this quick. “Go on,” Robin whispered, “that can’t be all you want to do, is it? This night is all about you.” “No,” I mumbled, “There’s more. I want Robin to sit on my face so I can eat her pussy. It’s something I’ve always wanted to do and never had the chance. While she’s doing this, I want Mike to play with my cock. To make it hard like I made his and then to suck it. I want to know what it feels like to have a guy suck my cock. Robin has worked my zipper open and pulls my cock out. I’m a bit unsure since this is in a public place, but Robin assures me it’s ok. They know the owners and apparently I’m not the first person to be seated between them. I lean back and let her play with me. I look over at Mike and see him watching what Robin is doing. He looks at me and I nod slightly, answering the question I saw in his eyes. His hand joins Robin’s. I start talking as the two hands continue to rub and tease my cock. I tell them I want to share Mike’s cock and have Robin and I suck it together. We pass it back and forth, one sucking his cock, the other his balls. Robin removes her hand from my cock and begins to play with the hair at my neck, making me shiver. “Play with his cock, Mike, show him how good it can feel when a man strokes it.” She kisses my ear, nibbles gently on my earlobe, both of them slowly driving me crazy. I can’t take much more of this and tell them. They ignore me. Mike spits in his hand and continues to stroke my cock, faster now. Robin is now squeezing my balls through my slacks as she keeps up a steady stream of talk in my ear. “Doesn’t it feel good, Greg? I don’t think a woman can jerk off a cock nearly as good as another man. Don’t you think so? Mike loves to stroke another man’s cock almost as much as he loves to stroke his own. I love to watch him do it to himself, but I especially like it when he does it to someone else. It makes my pussy wet just thinking about it.” “I’m gonna cum,” I hiss. This is unlike anything I’ve ever felt. The feeling of two people trying to get you off at the same time is incredible. Mike jerks my cock with slow, deliberate strokes, then quicker strokes with his hand wrapped around the head. I am so close. “Cum for me, Greg”, he says, “Go ahead, man, just let it go.” I can’t hold off any longer and let it happen. A white rope of cum leaps from my cock and lands on the table, but I don’t care. I just want Mike to keep stroking. Robin grabs the cloth napkin and holds it at the head of my cock to catch my seed. My cock gets slick from the cum and the pleasure is almost unbearable. Mike’s stroking and my cumming eventually slow down. The napkin contains the biggest load I have ever produced. Robin takes another napkin and gently wipes my cock, cleaning the slick shaft as best she can. “That….that was incredible,” I whisper, “I have never cum so much in my life. I think I might be dehydrated.” They both laugh. Mike excuses himself to go wash his hands as Robin finishes cleaning me up. “Well,” she says, “now that that’s outta the way, I think we can go have some real fun.” She zips me up, grabs my hand and slides out of the booth. “We’ll meet Mike out by the car. Are you sure you’re ready?” I nod my head and smile. “Sure, just let me sleep for an hour or so.” “Nope,” she says, “I don’t think there’s going to be much sleeping tonight.” Mike, Robin, & Me Ch. 02 Thanks to all of you who sent feedback. It is much appreciated and I am thrilled that you like the story. And yes, there is more after this. Robin gives me a quick peck on the cheek and tells me to follow them to the hotel. As we turn onto the highway, my mind is running 90 miles an hour. I can't believe that I just let a man jerk me off. Even more surprising is the fact that I liked it. Part of my brain screams, "FAG!" while the other part screams, "Shut up! I'm just kinky!" I have to agree with the latter part because a big part of the excitement for me was having Robin there. Without her, I doubt I would have let things go so far. Or that's what I keep telling myself. Once at the hotel, Robin heads upstairs to the room, while Mike and I head into the lounge for a few minutes. "So," he says, "what were you thinking about on the way here?" "Oh," I reply casually, "not much. Just the fact that a guy jerked me off while his wife whispered in my ear. You know, the usual stuff guys think about." Mike laughs, "Yeah, I kinda thought that's what you were thinking. The reason I asked you over here is I wanted to make sure you were still ok with this. If not, no hard feelings, and we each go our separate ways. If you're still interested and would like to go further, then both Robin and I would like to move ahead with you. If you don't want to do something or have it done to you, just say so. There is no pressure at all on you. Robin has taken a liking to you as have I, and we want this to be fun for all." "I can't believe I'm saying this, Mike, but I'm still in. That was the strangest and most exciting thing I've ever done. I trust you both." "Good," Mike said, smiling, "then let's go upstairs and do some serious fucking." I was quiet on the elevator ride, trying to imagine what was going to happen next. Mike would just look at me and smile. As we walked into the room, the first thing I noticed was all the candles. There must have been 15 or 20 scattered around the suite. They had gotten a small, one-bedroom suite that had a living room, kitchen and a small bedroom with a huge, sunken tub/whirlpool. Candles were everywhere and it gave the place a very seductive atmosphere. Robin came out of the bedroom in a short, black silk robe loosely tied at the waist. "Well," she said, "why are you both still dressed?" She stepped up to me and began to pull my shirt out of my slacks. Mike got on one knee and began to unlace my shoes and pull them off. I lifted my arms over my head and allowed her to remove my shirt. Mike had removed both shoes and socks and I stood in front of them wearing just my pants. "Hmm," she said, "I think he likes this." Following her gaze, I noticed a definite bulge poking out from inside my pants. "Mike, you want to do the honors?" Mike steps forward and begins to loosen my belt. Again, it's a strange feeling to have another man undress you, but it's doubly strange when his wife is watching as well. I look up and notice that Robin has removed her robe. Her small nipples are already hard and there is a slight flush to her chest. She looks me in the eye, reaches up and pulls on her own nipple. A slight groan escapes her lips. Mike, meanwhile, has slid my slacks down my legs and is reaching inside my boxers to grasp my already hard cock. He reaches in further and cups my balls, the shaft of my cock lying on his wrist. I look down and see my balls in his hand while feeling him gently squeeze them. Robin has stepped behind him and has begun to unbutton his shirt. He has to remove his hand so she can take it off of him and the cold air is a bit of a shock. Without being told, I reach forward and grasp his belt, pulling it open. I unbutton him and slowly slide the zipper down. My heart is racing, my cock is hard as iron, and I'm about to hold another man's cock in my hand. As his pants open, I realize he's not wearing underwear and his cock is there in plain view. It is a bit smaller than mine, but wider. There is no hair at all around his cock and his balls are cleanly shaven as well. I slowly reach forward and take him in my hand. I step out of my pants and stand in front of Mike, just holding his cock. Robin sits on the coffee table, watching us. I gently run my hand up the underside towards the head, feeling the heat and hardness. As I do this, I notice a drop of clear fluid at the head and lightly rub my thumb in it and then around his head. I look at Mike and see him watching me, smiling. I slid my hand back toward his balls. It carefully closes around them, feeling their weight. I squeeze them as Mike did mine and feel them jump. I laugh. "Sorry," I said, "but I've never felt that before. It felt weird." Mike laughs, too. "That's ok, I was getting a bit close just standing there and it's a good thing you let me go." "Really," I respond, somewhat bewildered, "just holding your cock was going to make you cum?" "When you consider that I'm the first guy whose cock you've held, then yeah, that made me pretty excited." "Uh, fellas," Robin says, "you're not the only ones who got excited." We look over at the same time and notice that Robin has one finger inserted in her pussy as her other hand toys with her clit. "I think it's about time we head into the other room," she says. She gets up, stands in front of us and grasps one cock in each hand. "Follow me," she says, gently pulling us into the bedroom, "the fun is about to begin." The bedroom is full of candles, just like the living room, and I notice several on the tub, which is full of water. She leads us both into the tub, still holding two cocks. She directs Mike to one side and me on the other as she sits in the middle. The water is warm, the air is a bit cool and the scent of candles fills the room. I am calmer than I would have ever imagined and can't wait to see what happens next. We sit quietly for a few minutes, then Robin leans over and kisses Mike. He turns towards her, cupping her breast in his hand. Their kisses get more passionate and I can see him flicking her nipple with his index finger, making it hard. She is on her knees, hand under the water, cupping his balls with her middle finger extended toward his ass. I watch, mesmerized. I watch them for a minute or two, then slide behind her. I reach around, running my hand down her shaven mound towards the lips of her pussy. She jumps slightly as my fingers slides over her clit. Her pussy is hot and slick, even underwater. I move my hand back towards her clit, feeling it under my middle finger. I see her stroking Mike under the water, his cock hard under her manipulating hand. She leans her head back, eyes closed, as I stroke her clit. She reaches back with her other hand and grasps my cock, stroking it as she strokes Mike. We're a tangle of arms, each bringing pleasure to the other. Mike stands, bringing his cock to towards her mouth. Robin leans forward and runs her tongue along the head. I watch her do this, finger still rubbing her clit. She takes the head of his cock in her mouth, left hand holding his balls. Her right hand grasps my wrist and pulls it towards her mouth. I circle Mike's cock with my fingers, holding it as she sucks him. I watch his cock enter and exit her mouth, his groans and sighs telling me she's doing it well. I glide my fingers up and down his cock in counter strokes to her mouth. His cock is hard, slick, and shiny. I continue to stroke him, looking up and seeing him watch us both play with his cock. I feel Mike's cock jump and see that Robin has her hand up under his balls. Mike spreads his legs a bit and Robin pushes her hand further back. I can't see what she's doing, but I can tell Mike likes it. His cock is getting even harder than it was already. His knees buckle just a bit, but he catches himself. Robin stops sucking his cock, steps outta the tub, and heads into the bathroom. I'm a bit confused, but Mike seems to understand perfectly. Robin returns with a small bottle and a towel. "Dry your hand off, then hold it out," she says. She pours a generous amount of oil into my hand and then tells me to finish the job. I look at her for a moment, not sure what she means. "Make him cum," she says. "Jerk him off until he cums. It's something you mentioned, remember?" "Oh yeah," I say, "I did, didn't I." I reach up and grasp his cock in my slippery hand. It doesn't feel strange anymore, only really hot. I lube his cock with the oil, running my hand up and down, making sure to squeeze the head on the upstroke. I see Robin dip her finger into the oil and slide behind Mike. She teases him by sliding her finger up between his balls, making them bulge. "Are you ready, Mikey," she whispers, "We're going to make you cum." I feel Mike's cock jerk when she says cum. I also notice that Robin has begun to rhythmically move her hand up and down, her finger worming its way into his ass. "Unnn," Mike groans, "I love it when you do that." Robin peaks around the side at me and smiles. "Come on, now, let's make this fella cum." I use long, slow strokes, feeling his cock pulse in my hand. Robin reaches between his legs and holds his balls, pulling them downward. Mike's legs begin to shake as we double-team him, me stroking his cock and Robin stroking her finger in his ass. I speed up as does Robin. We continue to stroke Mike, his cock getting harder still. Suddenly, I feel his cock swell and know he is about to cum. I slide to the side, still stroking, watching his cock intently. "Come on, Mike, I want to see you cum. I want to feel your cock pulse as your cum shoots out. Come on, man, let me see it." Mike's hips surge forward as I feel his cock contract. A white arc of cum shoots out of his cock onto the carpet. Robin has her finger buried in his ass as I continue to stroke him. His cock continues to spurt, the cum now landing in the water. Mike's body bucks and shakes as his orgasm hits, and he has to hold onto the towel bar for support. I'm fascinated as his cock stops coming, the little dribbles sliding off my hand into the water. I sense Robin removing her finger from his ass, and feel her grab my hand. She begins to lick his cum off of it, watching me as she does it. I'm speechless. This is the most erotic thing I've ever had happen to me and I just want to absorb it all. Mike sits in the tub, breathing heavily, chest, face, and arms red. Robin slides in between us again and gently kisses him, then turns to me and does the same. She lays her head back and sinks down into the water, a smile on her face. "Now it's my turn, boys." Mike, Robin, & Me Ch. 03 The three of us lie there quietly for a few minutes, relaxing in the warm water. All kinds of things run through my head. This is the most exciting thing to happen to me since I first started having sex. I feel extraordinarily lucky to be with two people who know one another so well and who are also truly interested in making my fantasy into reality. Another emotion has wormed its way into my head, though, and it's a strange one. I can't tell if it's jealousy or envy. Part of me wishes that I was the one going home with Robin when this is over. This has me worried. I fall in love easily and always have, but I'm pretty sure this isn't love. Or at least I think I'm pretty sure. It may be just a case of falling in lust. I've finally met someone who is uninhibited, carefree, intelligent, attractive, and a lot of other things I look for in a woman. Only one problem. She's married. I can do one of two things; I can get up and leave so I don't fall too deeply into something I can't have, or I can treat this as the adventure I'd hoped it would be and just ride it out. It doesn't take me long to realize that I'll ride it out. I may never get another chance at this and I'm not going to screw it up now. I look over as Mike, lying on Robin's left side, begins to slide his hand along her thigh, slowly running it back and forth under the water. He places his hand under it, lifts her leg, and rests her foot on the side of the tub. His hands glide along the inside of her thigh; I can see his fingernails lightly scratching her. Robin's eyes are closed, mouth slightly open, making soft sounds of enjoyment. I mimic Mike, lifting Robin's other leg and placing her foot on the edge of the tub. She's spread open before us, her hairless mound visible under the water. I move to the other side of the tub and face both of them. My hands run up and down Robin's leg, again, mimicking the movement of Mike's manipulations. I slide back a bit and take her foot in hand. I begin to massage the small, delicate foot, running my thumbs along the underside, feeling her squirm from the sensation. Mike's hand has found her mound and begins to tease her. I can see him cup her lips with his hand, dragging his finger along her slit as he slides back and forth. Robin's nipples are hard, little points. Mike notices this and changes his position to attend to them. He faces her, leans forward and places a nipple in his mouth. Robin arches her back as he begins to suck. His left hand dips into the water and again begins to tease her. I continue to massage her foot and suddenly find myself tentatively licking the underside of her toes with my tongue. I've never done this before and am surprised to find that I really enjoy it. I trail my tongue along the base of her toes, moving it teasingly from side to side. Robin opens her eyes and looks into mine. "Oh, Greg," she sighs, "that feels wonderful. Please don't stop. Mike, honey, put your fingers inside me." I watch Mike's middle finger slowly slide part way into Robin's hairless pussy as I feel her foot tense. I slide my tongue down the underside of her foot, lightly tickling her with it. I close my eyes and let my tongue travel the length of her soft sole, then glide it back to her toes. I notice Mike watching me when I open them again, smiling. "Let's move this to the bed," he says, I'm starting to turn into a prune." All three of us laugh. Mike motions Robin to remain in the tub as he hands me a towel. We dry ourselves off, then he grabs two fresh towels, hands me one, and then helps Robin to stand up. I take the back and Mike takes the front. We gently dry her off, rubbing the cotton towel across her smooth form. I slide the towel down the back of her leg, and then back towards her ass. I can't help it. I place a small kiss on both cheeks of her ass. "Damn," Mike laughs, "I keep drying your pussy, but it won't stay dry. I think it's sprung a leak." Again, the three of us laugh. It is amazing to me that the sexual tension seems to climb the more we laugh. I'm also amazed that I'm so comfortable with these two. My inhibitions about this whole episode are completely gone. Several scenarios flash quickly through my head, each more erotic than the last. They have me doing things I would never have dreamed of before this night. I might just make some of them a reality before it's over. "Hello? Earth to Greg? Are you there?", says Robin, laughing, "Hey, are you still with us?" "Sorry," I laugh, "I was just thinking of a few things." "Really? I couldn't tell," she replies, looking at my crotch. "Hmm, where did that come from," I respond, noticing my erection for the first time. "I don't know where it came from, just make sure it doesn't leave," says Mike, giving it a squeeze. The three of us head to the bed, where Robin lies between us. Mike quickly resumes where he left off, rubbing his fingers in Robin's wet pussy. I begin to kiss along her neck, gently tweaking her nipple between my fingers. I remember her saying she licked them pinched, so I begin to pinch lightly at first, then harder. I hear her breathing increase and feel her start to squirm. "That's it, Mike, finger my pussy, make me wet," Robin says, "you know I love to feel you finger me." The one thing I find fascinating about Robin is that she loves to tell you how she feels. She isn't the least bit shy about telling you what to do or how to do it. I love to hear her talk this way. "C'mon, Greg, squeeze harder. That's it. Pinch both of those fuckers. I'll tell you when it hurts." I watch Mike's fingers glide in and out of her pussy as I kneel by her side and pinch her nipples. Robin's hand starts to toy with my balls, her fingernails scratching that no-man's land between them and my ass. Her middle finger is seeking out my hole. I reach out and help Mike by rubbing Robin's clit as he fingers her. "Ohh...that feels good boys, keep doing that," she moans. Unable to control myself, I lean forward and begin to tongue her clit. I move alongside her body to get a better position. Mike continues to stroke her. I can hear the wet, sucking sounds his fingers make as they invade her pussy. Robin removes her hand from my balls, but it barely registers. I love eating a woman's pussy and am concentrating on making her feel good. I hear a small click, but think nothing of it. Seconds later, Robin's hands are back. And slick. And probing my virgin ass. I tense up a bit and stop licking her. "Relax," she says, "I'm not going to hurt you. Trust me." I look at Mike. "It's ok," he says, "If you don't want her to do it, just say so." My answer is to lean forward and continue to lick her. Robin runs the pad of her finger around my ass, making it slick with lube. I'm not quite sure how I feel about this, but my hard cock is telling me to just relax. Who am I to argue? She inserts the tip of her finger in me and I tense up automatically. I try to relax and it helps. She removes the tip, then inserts it again, and just a bit more. Before I know it, she has half of her finger in my ass. The pain is gone, but the weird "I have to take a shit" feeling is still there. As she moves her finger in and out, the feeling is replaced by one I never expected. Pleasure. I like it. I feel like the kid who tried Life cereal for the first time. "Hey, Mikey, he likes it!" I push back a bit, trying to let Robin know I like it without removing my mouth from her. Mike, in the meantime, has one finger in her pussy and one in her ass. Robin understands the message and pushes more of her finger into me. My cock is rock hard. No one says a word as we continue to pleasure one another. My cock, leaking fluid, rubs against Robin's side, as I move back and forth from the movement of her finger. I can see what she's doing to me in my mind's eye, and it's hard to believe it's actually me. Just a few days ago, I never would have dreamed this would happen. Or that I would allow it to happen. Again, I'm conflicted. Part of me enjoys what she is doing while the other part is telling me I'm less of a man. I know that's not true and try to enjoy the experience. I am able to quiet that part of my mind pretty quickly and the pleasure increases, which I didn't think was possible. We stay like this for several minutes until Robin says, ""OK, boys, time to switch up." Mike removes his fingers from her at the same time she removes hers from me. I'm left with a strange, greasy feeling that is anything but unpleasant. I think I've just found a new kink and tell them so. They seem delighted in the fact that they've helped me take another step in my sexuality; however, I can also sense that Robin is ready for her turn to cum. And she's ready now. "Lay on your back," she tells me, "It's time to cross another item off your list." I look confused until she straddles my chest, her pussy several inches from my face. A smile splits my face when I realize what she wants and I see her smile in return. "Hey mister," she says in her best over-the-top Southern drawl, "how much for a mustache ride?" "Well, little lady, today I'm giving 'em away for free. It's my way of saying thanks to all the nice folk I've met in town. So, how 'bout you just slide that pretty pussy of yours up here and start your ride?" "Yes, sir!" With that, another fantasy is crossed off the list. There I am, flat on my back, with a beautiful woman straddling my face, just waiting for me to eat her. And, as I've said before, who am I to argue? I grab Robin's ass in both hands and begin to lick her in long, slow strokes from the bottom of her pussy to her clit. I can feel the muscles in her ass clench when I touch her clit, so I try and pay special attention to it. Since turnabout is fair play, I also begin to tickle her ass with my finger, rubbing the pad of it against her hole as she did mine. Most of my efforts, though, are concentrated on her pussy. I desperately want to make her cum. As I lick her, an idea pops into my head. To me, it's so different from anything that I've ever done before that I'm afraid to try it. Then I remember them saying we could do whatever we wanted and if it wasn't desired, you could tell the other person to stop. So I did it. I slid Robin forward a bit and began to rim her ass. I'd seen it done in porn movies before, but never thought about doing it until now. I was really afraid that she'd have a bad taste, but surprisingly, there's none at all. I can feel the heat from her crinkly, little hole as my tongue probes it gently. This is awesome. Apparently, Robin likes this very much. "Oooohhh. Greg, that's just lovely. Keep doing that, dear, and I'll come in no time." Dimly, my brain wonders where Mike is...and then I know. I feel a familiar coldness on my ass and know exactly where he is and what he's planning to do. It seems he'd like to stick his finger up my ass as did his wife. I'm trying to tell him not to, but it's difficult to speak coherently with a mouth full of ass. Robin senses my movements and tells me to just relax. The hard part was over earlier and this should feel just as good. I trust her, against my better judgment. Once I agree, she gets up, turns around, and settles herself into position where I can still lick her, but now she can watch Mike. "Go slow, Mike," she says, "Your fingers are a bit bigger than mine." She is, of course, 100% correct and it quickly feels as good as it did earlier. Mike is sliding a finger in and out of me as I continue to tongue and tease his wife's pussy and ass. My cock is hard as stone at this point. "Finger his ass, Mike. Slide it all the way in slowly, then wiggle it around. You know how much you enjoy that. Look at his cock flex and dance when you do that. I think someone likes it." I do. I hate to admit it, but I do. When he wiggles his finger, it's all I can do not to cum. I can't though. Not till Robin does. I gotta be quick about this, though, because I can't last much longer. I spy the lube lying off to the side and quickly put some on Robin's ass. She jerks from the cold, but doesn't pull away. I take my time, slowly loosening her up, until I can get my index finger inside her hot hole. She slides back and forth, fucking herself on my finger. "That's it, Greg, fuck my ass. Slide your finger inside me. I love it. Harder. Shove it in, harder." I do as I'm told. I can feel Robin's asshole clench and unclench against my finger. Her motions are not as smooth as earlier. She's jerky, like she's losing control of her muscles. "I'm close, Greg. Don't stop now, baby. Keep fucking my ass. Now you need to lick my clit, baby, come on, I need to cum." The positioning is a bit awkward, but I manage. Mike is still sliding his finger in my asshole. Hearing Robin talk this way is getting me very, very close and Mike's probing finger is not helping me control myself. I hear Robin's breath catch as I capture her clit between my teeth and wiggle my tongue against it rapidly. She's beginning to spasm, and I can feel her start to moan. "Yes! Right there! Bite my clit, Greg. That's it!" She begins to pant and squirm, her orgasm overtaking her. I feel a trickle of juice leak out and run down the side of my face. Hearing her moan and feeling her quake causes me to lose all control. I begin to cum without either of them ever touching me. My stomach clenches and the cum arcs up and onto Robin's back. Robin continues to shudder as another shot lands on her back. Mike's finger is buried completely in my ass. My cum covers his wife's back and dribbles down the side of my cock. The intensity is almost too much and I tell Mike to hold still. Any more movement and I'm afraid I'll pass out. Robin's nipples crush against my chest as she looses control of her arms. I can feel her breath on my cock as she tries to slow her breathing. Both of us lie there like a pile of limp rags, too tired to move. "That....was...unbelievable," I pant, "I thought Robin's ass was going to tear my finger off. I also thought my cock was going to explode it got so hard." Robin rolls off me onto her back. Her chest rises and falls, but no other movement is visible. I'm a bit worried about her, but Mike assures me she's ok. When she comes, he says, it takes a lot out of her and she has to take a few minutes to get it together. I look down and notice a spot underneath Mike. "Did...Did you cum?" "Yeah," he says, sheepishly looking between his legs, "My cock was rubbing the sheets as I fingered you and the whole thing was so erotic that I couldn't help myself." "Cool," I reply, astonished. My head suddenly feels very heavy as I lie back on the bed. I have never felt as relaxed as I do now. The last thing I remember thinking is, what's next?