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Three to Tango

By: techsan



Author's note: the following story is pure fiction, based solely on the seed of an idea planted by an Internet site comment. Any semblance to real or imagined persons or world events is purely coincidental. The author wishes to express his gratitude to Angel Love for her editing to make this a better story.

She was a beauty, just 31 yeas old, with the face of an innocent 14-year-old. She had long red hair that fell straight down her shoulders and several inches past, with sparse bangs that almost touched her eyebrows. Her eyes were deep brown pools of liquid fire that I fell into the instant I first saw her.

She only stood 5'6" so even in her three-inch heels, she was several inches shorter than me and definitely shorter than her 6'3" husband. She had a curvy body, though, that just made me want to hug and squeeze her until she cried 'uncle.' No doubt she was a little overweight by a doctor's standards but she was just right by mine. After she had let me in, she led me into the den for our talk and I couldn't take my eyes off her swaying hips or the slope from her waist to her round buns. And when she turned to face me, I had trouble keeping my eyes above the massive cleavage shown in the low-cut dip of her blouse.

Her name was Jan and her husband was Keith. Both of them were sexual fanatics who had been enjoying displaying their wares on the internet for some time. They posted still pictures, mostly of her showing the aftermath of their lovemaking in the form of his cum oozing out of her pussy or sprayed on her face or tits. They had also posted a number of video clips that showed various sexual acts, from her shaking her generous ass to her sucking his cock until he exploded to him pumping her pretty pussy until they both came. And a number of times they had used a web cam to broadcast live shows of their sexual exploits.

Not surprisingly she had other lovers. Surprisingly she said it was only four or five men. Keith said that they had been greatly disappointed by most of the men who said that they wanted to participate in a three-way with them because they had been unable to perform satisfactorily. Either they couldn't get it up in a group environment or they came once and were done for the night. What they were looking for was a man who could last several hours because Jan just loved to fuck and be fucked and was not satisfied with short sessions.

Now I was sitting in their den undergoing a first interview. If I left the right impression on them, we would get together another time for the real thing. I was trying to be on my best behavior.

In response to their questions, I had told them that I was 29 years old, had been born and raised in a southwestern state, had attended college there, moved to the mid-west four years ago, was unmarried, and didn't think I had any bisexual tendancies. When Keith said that he had been finding out that he was bisexual and enjoyed sucking cock, I said that I really didn't know how I would deal with that and he said that he didn't think it was a big deal.

Jan said that Keith was two years older than she, that both of them had been born and raised in town and, after going to different colleges in other cities, both had moved back home to start their careers, she in medicine and he in computer systems support. They had been married eight years but had no children. Both of them enjoyed sex in all forms and were pretty much addicted to the pleasures of having orgasms.

We had talked for almost two hours and Keith had refilled our drinks once when Jan asked if I would show her my implement. I said, "Sure, but I was thinking that, if you both don't mind, maybe if we all undressed, we'll be able to see if I can get an erection when we're all together."

Keith said, "I think that's a good idea. If you can't get it up, then there's no use going any further."

Quietly Jan had just started removing her clothes so I followed suit. I had only been partially erect before but when I saw Jan's beautiful body naked, my cock quickly grew to its full length. Keith had no problem getting an erection either. His cock was perhaps 7 inches long and about half-dollar size at mid-shaft. Mine was a good inch longer than his and almost half again larger around. Jan's smile broadened when she saw my tool.

Keith said, "Sit back down. We might as well finish up tonight naked and we can see if you can keep your erection, okay?"

So I sat back on the sofa. However, this time Jan sat beside me. When she looked at me and asked, "May I?" I nodded my head. 

Her fingers gently closed around my shaft and her thumb roved over the throbbing purple head. Keith grinned but asked me another question. I admit that I had some difficulty concentrating on providing an answer but eventually got it out.

After a few minutes, Jan looked around and said, "Hon?"

He just smiled and nodded. Jan turned back to me and lowered her head over my lap. I felt her soft tongue licking the head of my cock and thought I would die from the exquisite pleasure. 

Keith saw my facial expression and laughed, "I've been telling everybody she's the best damn cock sucker in the world." At that moment I would agree but all I could do was nod.

Jan began lowering her head, her lips forming a seal around my shaft as it slowly disappeared into her mouth. About half way down, she reversed and started up, stopping when her lips were around the rim of my helmet and running her tongue over the head again. Then she slowly stroked downward again, taking just a little bit more of me into her mouth and repeating the whole process.

I felt the tip of my probe hit the back of her mouth with more than two inches of my cock still to go and was disappointed when she stopped and corkscrewed her mouth around my shaft back and forth. By now every motion she made generated a slurping sound from the saliva that she left behind combined with my copious pre-cum. She spent several minutes slowly stroking up and down, each time stopping as the tip of my cock hit the back of her mouth. I really couldn't complain because she was making me feel great.

But then suddenly, having stopped with her mouth full, she plunged downward, pushing the head of my cock past her gag reflex and into her throat. I felt her lips form their seal around the base of my cock. I gasped in delighted surprise at the pleasure of being fully encased in a woman's mouth, always a super-erotic situation for me when it happened, although it rarely did. Now Keith was guffawing at my expense. I could only smile.

Keith asked me a question and I realized I hadn't understood a word of it. I asked him to repeat it and he asked, "How long did it take to make the trip over here?"

"Oh. Only about 40 minutes," I replied, watching Jan's red hair as her head bobbed up and down, now covering almost my entire length. Her left hand was soothingly manipulating my balls and I knew I wouldn't last much longer. Just as that thought crossed my mind, I felt my balls start to boil and I said, "I'm going to cum, honey."

Without removing her head, she nodded, still maintaining the suctioning seal around my shaft. She pushed down until her nose was buried in my pubic hair and held on while my balls spat shot after shot of hot sticky cum into her throat. As they began to slow, she gradually backed off until the remainder of my load splashed into her mouth. She looked up at me with the most innocent school girl look and I lost my heart to her on the spot.

A few minutes later, Jan was sitting beside me again, her right-hand still holding my penis at half-mast. She had let me know in no uncertain terms that she had really enjoyed sucking my cock and I told her in equally uncertain terms that I had loved having her suck my cock. But sitting there, I began to feel guilty. 

I turned to her and said, "I'm really going to feel guilty unless you let me repay you."

"Oh? What did you have in mind?"

"Well, I know this is just a preliminary interview but ... well, if you would let me eat your pussy, I would love to return the favor."

I could see Keith give her a nod of approval and she said, "Well, if you really want to."

Quickly I dropped to my knees before her and, as she spread her legs, I put my hands under her ass and pulled her forward on the cushion. Holding her legs out wide, I kissed under her right knee and left a trail of wet kisses all the way to her crevice, then skipped to her left knee and repeated the process. She was already squirming before I let my tongue lap from the top of her mound down to the bottom of her crevice and back.

Since she was holding her legs with a hand behind each knee now, I used my fingers to carefully open her outer lips. I don't think I had ever seen a woman as wet with her own juices. They were clear, stick and slick but tasted like the best grade of honey to my tongue. I licked all I could find, stuck my tongue into her pussy and licked it clean and then sucked her clitty into my mouth. 

With three little swipes from my tongue, she cried, "Oh, baby, I'm cumming!" and proceeded to flush the whole of her crease with a new stream of the same sweet liquid.

I went to work on her again, cleaning the sweet sticky fluid from every nook and cranny of her fleshy folds. Some of it had overflowed into the valley of her anus so I spread her buttocks and proceeded to give her a tongue-washing. 

But no sooner had my tongue taken a swipe over her puckered little jewel than she cried, "Ohhhh, honey! I'm cummmmmiiiinnnnggggg!" She shuddered even stronger than the first time and covered my face with her secretions.

Once more I went back to work, starting at the top of her slit and working my way to the back. This time she was more tolerant of my tongue working over her anus ... until I rolled it into a tube and drove it into her little ass hole. The strong muscle was already relaxed from her two cums and it gave way under my assault. 

I felt it push into her and I swirled it around, and even though I couldn't get my tongue very deep into her, she shuddered again and moaned, "Ooooohhhhhhhh!"

I made quick work of licking up her juices one more time and then eased her legs back down to the floor. Still slumped down on the sofa, she gave me a crooked grin and whispered, "That was soooooooooo good, baby!"

I sat back down beside her, conscious of my newest raging hard-on. Keith got up and stood over Jan. He said, "Come on, sugar, let's go to the bathroom. You'll wait for us, won't you, Ted?"

"Sure," I said. I couldn't say that I was in a hurry to leave now. Actually I was feeling quite mellow, in spite of being rock hard.

Keith helped Jan up and they headed off through the house. I heard water running and then the sound of a commode flushing and more water running. Maybe ten minutes after they left, they came padding back into the den.

"Hey, man, we've been talking. We agree that we'd like to give this thing a try. So we wondered if, instead of waiting for another time, would you like to have a go at it now?"

"Are you serious? Of course I would!" I replied with feeling.

Jan took my hand and led the way to the bedroom. There really didn't seem to be much need for foreplay since we all were horny. Jan had Keith sit at the head of the bed while she got on her hands and knees to suck his cock. She looked at me, wiggled her ass, and asked, "Anything you can think of to do with this?"

I didn't need a second invitation. I climbed up between her spread legs and worked my cock head up and down her slit. She was dripping wet and provided all the lubrication I needed. I moved my spear to her pussy opening and with a gentle push, sank my whole pole into her.

Jan murmured, "That's good, baby. Take your time now," and went back to sucking on her hubby. 

I started slowly stroking in and out of her twat, holding onto her generous hips for leverage. Her pussy was hot and wet and slick against my throbbing cock and her velvety tunnel closed around me with every stroke outward, then relaxed and let me slide back in easily.

I couldn't help but move my hands over her soft smooth hips, from her modestly narrow waist down around the big round basketball-shaped cheeks and then up to the depression from the small of her back down to the top of her split and into her anal valley. All of these movements made me want to stroke faster and harder into her slick pussy but with reluctance I held back.

However, I did reach around her and slipped a couple of fingers around her mound, applying a little pressure with first one and then the other, like flashing lights, to either side of her clitty. 

Jan began moaning, "Oh ... ohhh ... ooohhhh .... Ooooooohhhhhh, baby, I'm cumming!" 

The last part was a full-fledged screech as she bowed her body upward to meet my thrust, shuddered and tossed her head from side to side as her pussy quivered and grasped my cock. 

There was no doubt she was cumming and had given up sucking Keith's cock to concentrate on her own pleasure. However, when her orgasm had passed, she only allowed herself a couple of minutes to enjoy it before she stuck his rod back into her mouth and began manipulating his balls with her left hand.

I picked up the pace a little, stroking my full length in and out of her even slicker pussy, rocking side to side every time I bottomed out in an attempt to get her going again. Jan pulled her legs back further and lifted her feet in the air so I helped her hold them at my shoulders, leaving her pussy even more open than it had been. In just a few minutes she shuddered again and climaxed around my probe.

I couldn't believe how much pressure her pussy, as slick as it was, applied to my shaft, not with an occasional stroke but with every stroke. And still she sucked Keith's cock until he was now groaning with pleasure and obviously on the brink of an orgasm. I kept plowing Jan's wonderful pussy but leaned over and pulled her right tit to my mouth, sucking and softly biting on the hard rubbery nipple.

Keith moaned, "I'm cumming, honey." 

Jan pulled his cock back and let the streams of cum splash into her mouth until the pressure subsided, and then she let the last bits land on her face. I felt my balls quiver and rammed into her pussy hard for a few strokes before I grabbed her hips and held us tightly together just as the cum started boiling up and out of my straining cock. 

Jan's pussy squeezed my cock tightly and then she began to shudder again, whispering, "I'm cumming, baby."

Afterwards the three of us lay on the floor, Keith and I sandwiching Jan between us, as we recovered. Some time later, Jan got up and disappeared, only to return in a few minutes with two warm washcloths, which she used simultaneously on our cocks and balls, mostly as a stimulant to get us ready again. Because of the Viagra, neither of us had lost our erections though.

When she had finished and returned the washcloths, Jan sat on the carpet between and facing us. She asked, "So ... you've never had any bisexual experiences?"

"No," I replied. "I've always been interested only in the ladies."

"Yes, Keith was like that too for a long time but he began to change a little a few months ago. However, until two weeks ago he didn't do anything about it. Then we had a guy who, like you, was interested in a threesome. When I went to give him a blow job, Keith joined me. While I sucked his cock, Keith sucked his balls and the guy nearly came unglued. Then Keith sucked on his cock and he had such a wild orgasm that he never recovered from and we didn't get to do anything else. It was really disappointing. I'll bet the same thing wouldn't happen to you though."

She let the last words trail off as if asking a question. I just shrugged my shoulders, as if to say 'I don't know.' She looked at Keith, then leaned over and supported herself on her left elbow between my legs with her hand capturing the lower part of my shaft. Her little girl eyes captured my full attention and as she stared into my eyes, she opened her mouth wide, stuck out her tongue and began to lick my cock head like it was a lollipop. I was completely captivated.

She licked me for several minutes, slow and soft. I didn't even realize that Keith had moved until I felt him lift my scrotum and he stuffed both balls into his mouth and began to suck. I closed my eyes and knew that I couldn't tell the difference between her mouth and his, unless I opened my eyes and saw them. One was as good as the other, except that perhaps she was a little slower than he was.

Minutes passed and my passion increased exponentially. Someone nudged my right thigh and I spread my legs further apart. Leaving my balls for just seconds, Keith changed positions to lay between my legs and then recaptured my balls in his mouth. I was floating on a cloud of pure sensations that suddenly got even better when he eased his middle finger into my anus and eventually nudged my prostate. I was ready to unload the biggest deposit of cum I'd ever produced but when my balls started to contract, Jan tightly squeezed her thumbs and forefingers around the base of my cock, shutting off the escape route until the explosion receded.

With Keith sucking my balls, rolling them with his tongue, and moving his finger in and out of my ass, his wife sucked my cock and squeezed back my climaxes three times. I felt like I would literally blow up from all the built-up cum in my balls. I wanted to cum so bad! And then on the fourth attempt, she let me erupt, first into her mouth but then directing most of it onto her face, tits, stomach, and around her pussy.

As the last few drops oozed out of my dong, Jan stuck it back in her mouth and cleaned it off, sucking out the remaining drops until I was dry. Then she wiped some of the cum from her face and licked it off her fingers. However, she rubbed the long strings on her body into her skin, especially on her titties and all around her pussy. Keith managed to lick up a few strands before her hands wiped it away.

I was beginning to have doubts about my sexual orientation.

Keith disappeared and returned in a few minutes with three drinks which he handed out. Jan had laid back on the carpet but this time rested her head on my left leg, just below my crotch. After sipping about half the cold liquid, she turned a little toward me and asked, "How would you like to have all of my pussy that you can handle? And you can fuck my ass and my tits and my mouth. As much as you want."

I glanced at Keith but he was just smiling. "I would love it," I replied.

"Well ...," Jan said, "all you have to do is let Keith fuck your ass while you're screwing me."

I was stunned at the suggestion. "Well ... I ...," I stuttered.

"Look, you don't have to do it a lot. Maybe one time for every eight or 10 times you fuck me, if you want to. But I think he deserves something out of this arrangement and I don't think you are ready to suck his cock. So ... let him fuck your ass. He'll be gentle, I know. What do you say?"

I thought it over for a minute. I knew that I had sometimes used a vibrator in my ass myself and had some amazing orgasms. Would this be the same? Different? Worse? Or maybe better?

"Okay," I said. "Just as long as we take it slow and easy to start with, until I can get used to it."

"No problem," Keith promised.

"How about another piece of my pussy?" Jan queried. 

I just nodded as she rolled onto her back and pulled her feet back to open her pussy to my entry. I got on my knees between her legs, easing my cock back into her sweet velvety cunt. Taking short strokes to again lubricate my shaft, I was soon buried up to the hilt in her unbelievably tight twat. She smiled at me as she squeezed her entrance muscle around my root over and over again.

"Come down here and kiss me, honey," she requested. 

I soon realized that was so that my ass would be lifted up for Keith's enjoyment. While I swapped spit with his wife, he lubricated both my anus and his cock, then with me held deep inside her, he placed his cock head at my entrance, grabbed my hips and began to push.


Three To Tango



Author's Note: This story involves a husband who enjoys watching his wife with other men. It involves MMF sex, oral sex, regular sex, and anal sex. Enjoy!

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Jim smiled at his beautiful wife Serena, "He's coming up the walk."

She shivered with excitement, loosening the sash around her robe. Hard nipples pressed against the nubby silk in anticipation, she peeked out the front window to get a good look at their newest young stud. Although they had only been married for a few years, both of them were in their thirties and they'd had a rather difficult sex life. Jim had been a virgin when they'd married, although Serena wasn't she'd only had two lovers before him.

At first they'd thought that Jim's problems were due to his ultra-religious upbringing, thinking that sex was dirty even if it was with his wife. Then, quite by chance, a drunk partner at his firm had flirted outrageously with Serena at the Christmas party, going so far as to slide his hand up her blouse. Although Jim had been outraged as he'd come across the room to rescue his shocked wife, he'd also been more turned on than he had been in his entire life. They'd immediately found one of the guest bedrooms and locked the door; not even making it to the bed, they'd had the most satisfying and hot sex of their marriage on the floor of his boss' guest room. 

Through some further experimentation, they'd found that Jim became incredibly aroused by watching Serena be touched by other men - a practice which eventually led to her having sex with other men while he watched. Sometimes he'd fuck her afterwards, but sometimes he'd be so aroused that he'd just walk up to them and cum on the fucking couple. 

This time they wanted to try something different.

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Serena moaned as Colin licked her, his tongue sliding up and down her pussy. She looked over to where her husband was fisting his dick excitedly.

"Come here so I can suck on that beautiful cock," she smiled, writhing a little as Colin pleasured her orally. Without hesitation Jim was at her mouth, and she opened her lips to receive him, knowing that he was getting an even better view of Colin sucking on her pussy. 

Colin blushed a little, feeling Jim's gaze on him... he was young, only 22 and bi. He found both Jim and Serena attractive, although this whole scenario was strange to him... he'd never had a married couple ask to join him in bed before, although this wouldn't be his first threesome. But he found it a little strange to be eating out a woman while her husband watched.

Still, at least Jim wasn't just watching now, with his dick in Serena's mouth it made Colin feel a little bit more relaxed. 

As she climaxed, juices spilling onto Colin's tongue, Serena moaned loudly and Jim's cock popped out of her mouth as she writhed in ecstacy. Reaching down, Jim twisted his wife's nipples as she creamed herself for the young man between her legs. Eventually her orgasm subsided, and she sighed happily, looking down at Colin's with pleasure-gazed eyes and reaching out to him.

"Fuck me," she murmured, her hands cradling his face and pulling him to her, "Fuck me..."

And she pulled him down for a kiss, tasting herself on his lips and tongue. A hand reached between them, guiding him to her pussy, and Colin was startled to realize that it must be Jim's hand. It was a little strange, but it didn't bother him much... he shuddered as the hand wrapped around him firmly and pressed him against Serena's splayed pussy.

It was strange for Jim as well, it was the first time that he'd ever touched a man, but part of the reason they'd chosen Colin was because he was bi. And it excited him a lot to be part of his wife's seduction, leading the other man to her eager pussy. He moved his hand away as Colin pushed in, hearing Serena's moan through the kiss. 

Stepping back, Jim just watched for a while... Colin worked his dick into Serena's body, both of them moaning and writhing, their hands running up and down each other's bodies. Colin kissed her all over; her lips, her neck, her breasts, all the while thrusting and grinding himself against her open folds. She arched her back with pleasure as Jim watched... at first Colin seemed to be watching Jim out of the corner of his eye, but as he became more intent on the pleasure found between Serena's legs he stopped paying attention to the watching husband.

Jim kept masturbating, working up his nerve as the young man fucked his wife.

Finally he climbed onto the bed with them, Colin didn't even notice as Serena pulled him down for a kiss... at least, not until he felt the warm, firm tip of Jim's dick against his anus. Startled, he started to pull up, but then Jim thrust in...

Although Colin was bi, he wasn't normally a bottom when with other men... his ass was tight and it flexed around Jim's dick as he sank in. Serena crowed happily, feeling Colin's jerky thrust as he tried to push away from Jim's invasion from behind... 

After a moment, Colin started to get into it a little, even though it wasn't part of the original deal... he didn't mind having sex with men, and this was a whole new experience. He'd never been done from behind while his dick was buried in someone else... and it was strangely erotic. Like Jim was fucking his wife through Colin's body. 

With every thrust of Jim's, Colin thrust forward as well into Serena... she could see her husband's ecstatic face above Colin's shoulder, and he could see hers below. The three of them moved in unison, pleasure spreading everywhere, the young man sandwiched between husband and wife.

When Serena started to cum again, Colin jerked and gasped, his dick caught inside her rippling pussy... Jim felt Colin's ass starting to tighten and he thrust all the way in, grinding his dick into the young man's backside. Colin's ass massaged Jim's dick as both men started to cum, jizz spurting into Colin's ass and Serena's pussy at almost the exact same time, filling both holes as all three of them howled with pleasure.

As Colin collapsed between them, almost overcome with the pleasure he'd received on both ends, Jim leaned forward to kiss his beautiful wife's lips.

They were definitely going to have to do this again.



Three To Tango



A/N: Gail is the character played by Natalie Dormer in the movie who offers herself to Steve.




Steve really just wanted some sleep. It'd been a long day and he didn't even get to punch any Nazis. So he went into his room and there was that blonde, the one that introduced her tongue to his tonsils, what was her name, Lorraine? No, that wasn't it, Gail. Gail Richards. And she was in his bed. And unless those sheets were covering a very skimpy nightgown, she was in the altogether.

Maybe it was the serum, but suddenly Steve could've run fifty miles to the English Channel and swam it. Or some other strenuous activity. 

"Cheese and crackers, Gail, you don't take no for an answer."

She just smiled at him and shifted a little, so the sheet fell away. Just a little. "You never said no."

"Look, I just—you're great, and it's great that you're serving your country, but there's this girl—"

"Of course there is." She sat up and was girly enough to keep the sheet mostly wrapped around her. Why did that heat him up so much? "So are you ready to hear my idea? I'll be your girl back home, come all the way here just so you don't get lonesome."

"I don't have a girl back home, it's not like that—" Behind him, someone wolf-whistled. Steve looked over his shoulder to see Bucky passing by. Yeah, he got a gander. Steve made a point of closing the door and locking it.

Only now he was locked in with Gail. And when she stood up, she left the sheet on the bed.

She was slight, slender, there wasn't an ounce of wasted flesh on her. But there was something delicate and beautiful about that—she was pale and lovely and Steve could crush her if he flexed the wrong muscle. He'd have to be gentle with her, painstakingly gentle, but her pale breasts and achingly dainty body dared him to do it. 

What was he thinking!? They weren't even going steady, and she wasn't even Peggy, and—well, she was a good kisser, at that.

Gail pulled her head away, but her body stayed pressed against Steve's, dwarfed by his physique. When she swished her hips, she brushed against him, and that little contact made his uniform feel way too tight to stay in. "Sure I'm your girl," Gail said sweetly, smiling up at him. Her light Jersey accent was sweet as marmalade. "Every GI Joe needs a sweetheart back home. Remember, Stevie? How we used to dance the night away through every last song on the jukebox, and hold hands every step of the way on the walk home? Didn't we lay down for hours in the park, even after we'd finished our picnic, just sharing the sun on our skin? Haven't you written me letters, telling me all the things you're going through, everything you want to do when you come home to me? I read 'em. You want an ice-cold Coca-Cola and a warm apple pie and me, naked as a jaybird, kissin' all your bruises to make 'em better. It's a dream, Stevie, sure, but ain't it a good dream?"

Steve swallowed hard. Cripes, he'd regret this in the morning. "There's someone else," he told her firmly. "And maybe she isn't my girl, but I owe her something, and I wouldn't step out on her anymore than I'd step out on you if we were together. It's just the guy I am. But you look real nice. You should be in pictures." He made for the door, turned the knob. Oh, right, he'd locked it. He was just fiddling with the lock when he heard a slow clapping. Coming from the closet.

Steve gnashed his teeth and Gail looked abashed, covering herself with her hands. When Scott stomped to the closet, she turned to offer less of her profile. He threw the door open and there was Peggy, looking like he'd run another course back at base camp. Her arms were crossed with the same incisive pride.

"What the hell is this?" he demanded, not even caring that there were ladies (two!) present.

"Just a little point of curiosity. Gail wanted to know if she could seduce you."

"And you wanted to see if I'd cheat on you." Steve pointed at her like his hand was a gun. "I don't appreciate jumping through hoops, Peg! I've got enough on my plate without you playing games with me!" 

"Oh, relax, Steve." When he turned, she grabbed him by his tie. Maybe it was judo, or the element of surprise, but she managed to drag two hundred pounds of muscle into the closet with her and shut it all down with a kiss. "You haven't heard all I've to say."

When Peggy pushed on him, Steve just backed up until she had him sitting down on the bed. Gail turned so neither of them could see her bottom. 

"I knew you wouldn't take up Gail's offer, as enticing as it is," Peggy said, standing over Steve with her hands on his shoulders. She turned to Gail. "Good work on that, Richards."

Gail nodded stiffly. Her hands were getting a bit tired, trying to cover an entire body.

"She insisted on flirting with Captain America, which I won't blame her for, whereas I suggested something more plain-spoken."

"And what would that be?" Steve asked. When he heard his voice, he suddenly felt a lot more like a four-foot-tall weakling than he had in a while.

"Both of us, Steve."

"Both of—you, the two of you—" Steve blinked. "You're going to slap me when I tell you what I think you mean by that."

"Doubt that." Peggy gestured to Gail and, nervously giggling, the girl dropped her hands and rushed over to them. Even naked, she looked as wholesome as a vanilla milkshake. Gail sat down beside Steve and took his arm, squeezing it to her chest. Steve's elbow had never been so sensitive. "Steven, no offense, but I take it you haven't had many dance partners."

"Uh... not since Suzy Deakins in twelfth grade."

"Right. And I am extremely flattered by your feelings for me and I'm quite sure, and touched, that you want our first time to be special, but... how to put this delicately..."

"It won't be so special if you have no goddamn idea what you're doing," Gail piped up.

"Thank you, Gail," Peggy said so Britishly that it was impossible to tell if she was being sarcastic or not.

"So you want Gail to give me... dance lessons?" Steve asked dubiously. "That doesn't sound very fair to her..."

"Oh, I don't mind one bit!" Gail said cheerily. "Any woman would kill to be Captain America's good-time gal... I only had to yank on the Brit's hair a bit!"

Steve looked at Peggy, who smiled easily. "We had a spirited discussion as to your... dance card... before we settled on the present arrangement."

"But won't you feel betrayed, knowing there's been someone else?"

Peggy pulled up a chair. "Knowing, maybe. Watching—that's quite a bit of fun, actually."

***

Really, there was only so many objections a man could come up with to two beautiful women having their way with him. Steve shut up about moral ramifications as soon as they started undressing him, Gail smiling to herself as she pulled down his pants, Peggy with a perpetually arched eyebrow as she unbuttoned his jacket. He couldn't help himself when she jerked it open to his shirt and ran her hands admiringly over his pecs. He smacked his lips against hers as Gail pulled at his feet, trying to get him to step out of his puddled trousers. They only stopped when Gail pulled his shirt over his head. Peggy backed away, biting her lip. "Well. Won't need to tutor you any on that."

Steve didn't know what to do with his hands when Peggy was out of reach, so he took off his boxers. Both women stood next to each other, staring at him, and Steve felt like he was doing a USO show again. He considered striking a pose.

"If you want to go first, I'll understand," Gail said. "If that were my man, I'd have first, seconds, and thirds!"

"No, deal's a deal. I'm actually a little scared to take him." Peggy kissed Gail's cheek. "Show me it's safe."

With a rise in her eyebrows, Gail kissed Steve, smacked his ass, and flopped down on the bed. "C'mon, Stevie! Let's show her some good old-fashioned American gumption!"

Steve stood over her, not quite sure what to do or why she'd said 'gumption' in the bedroom, when Peggy grabbed him. She ran a hand over his chest, this time down to his abs, running a finger over the lines of muscle like she was testing a blade's sharpness.

"I thought you said you wanted to wait," Steve said, "for it to be special."

"It'll be just as special if I... whet my appetite." She teasingly brushed her lips over his, then up his cheek to his ear, her tongue licking the shell of it before her teeth closed on his earlobe. Gail watched, sitting up to take off her pantyhose. Oh, God help him, pantyhose—

Steve nearly yelped when Peggy grabbed his cock, but he'd been shot at, blown up, and set on fire enough times to keep a poker face with a lady's hand around his piece. He looked at Peggy and got a curious eyebrow in reply, like he was the weird one for being surprised. Her fingers discovered the shape of his cock, and whatever vague notion Steve might've had of keeping his erection under control, Peggy put a stop to. The longer she touched him, the bigger he got.

Gail approved. She ran a hand down to her thighs, and waited for Steve to notice before touching herself. She was almost worried that would be enough to send him running for the hills, but they'd broken him of his innocent streak—he grabbed Peggy by the waist and lifted her up so he could plunder her mouth, her legs twitching as they nearly wrapped around him. But instead, Peggy kneed him affectionately in the stomach and, winded, Steve set her down.

"Slow and steady, Captain. We have plenty of time," she cautioned, checking to find her make-up smeared. She reached into a pocket for a tube of lipstick. Steve watched intently as she applied a fresh coat. Gail had to reach up and take his hand to remind him of her.

Men, Peggy thought, putting the lipstick away. So preoccupied with their phallus that even a tiny cylinder could inflame their imaginations. Having seen Steve naked, Peggy could attest that there was no correlation.

"What's the hold-up, Stevie?" Gail demanded. "I thought we started this ménage a trois ten minutes ago, but you've barely even touched me. What are you, some kind of woman-hater?"

"Oh, no, not at all!" Steve said, as Peggy shoved him to his knees. Men, Peggy thought—why did they always need an extra little push?

Gail spread her legs and then reached down to open herself, but Steve was still protesting his innocence.

"Without you ladies, why, the entire war effort would fall apart! Maybe you don't serve in combat, but you do more than your fair share, whether through planting victory gardens, canning produce—" Gail ran her finger over her clit, but Steve didn't get the hint. "—
selling war bonds, donating blood, sending care packages, even car pooling and recycling rubber."

"Steve," Peggy patted him on the head. "She wants you to eat her pussy."

"Her, umm..." Steve stopped looking Gail in the eye. "Oh. By eat, do you mean--?"

"Here." Peggy crouched down in front of Steve. "Let me show you."

Gail dropped her head back down on the pillow. "Figures. I go to all the trouble of seducing Captain America and I have to get rubber-lipped by his dame. Oh!" She cried suddenly.

"This 'dame'," Peggy replied, licking her lips, "went to an all-girl boarding school. You pick up a few things."

To say Steve was taken aback would be an understatement. To say he was unaroused would be a lie. "Darn, Peg, I didn't figure you for the third sex!"

"Shush up and watch, Steven, for the moment. She really does taste quite good..." And Peggy dipped her head once more. 

Her mouth melted against Gail's cunt, while her hands slipped underneath Gail's boyishly narrow hips to squeeze her ass. Gail pitched a fit, cursing and moaning until she had to grab a pillow and hold it over her mouth just to keep from waking the whole base.

"And you can use your fingers too," Peggy said, pausing to look back at Steve. He was practically drooling and she laughed at the incredibly intent look in his eyes. "Fingers, Steve." She held hers up, wiggling them about. "Mine aren't big and callused like yours, but I bet she'll appreciate them all the same."

Peggy kissed Gail's clit as she pushed her finger in, moving it around like she was stirring a boiling cauldron in Gail's pussy. Perhaps it was just the imperialist in Peggy, but there was a distinctly American taste to Gail—not unpleasant, but decidedly strong, musky even. She rather liked it. She imagined going back to her after Steve had fucked the girl, tasting his leavings in Gail's cunt. It was a delicious thought.

"Lieutenant Richards, I've had fresh tea that isn't as hot as this," Peggy drawled, her slow voice at perfect ends to her shamelessly speeding finger. "Am I just that good or is it that Captain America is watching?"

"I'm sorry, sister—you're good, but goddamn if I don't love letting the Sentinel of Liberty catch a gander! Hey, Stevie, watch this!" Fisting her fingers in the bed down to the mattress, she squirmed down to swallow Peggy's finger whole. Peggy's mouth was agape as juices flowed into her palm. She closed it and gave Gail another finger.

Gail squeezed the pillow over her face like she was trying to suffocate herself. Her other hand flew over her body, trying to cool some of the electric feeling cropping up all over her body, but no matter how much she diddled her clit or squeezed her burning breast, the rest of her ached for more. She was going to come, she was gagging for it, because she could tell that Peggy was going to blow away every ounce of desire in her body and leave her cooling off like a teakettle taken off the stove.

Then Peggy stopped, the cool air that replaced her head almost enough to finish Gail off, but coming up short. She threw the pillow aside and jerked her head up. "What!?"

Peggy just smiled mischievously at her. "It's his turn," she said, giving Steve a shove. "Go on, Steven... I've warmed her up for you." Peggy ran her hand down his spine, encouraging him.

Gail braced herself, hands on the headboard, head drifting back down to the mattress. This was even better.

Steve started slow, kissing her thighs, building up his courage. Then Gail felt a hint of stubble rasping past her inner thighs as he moved in closer, now licking at the droplets of honey clinging to Gail's pubic hair. She reached down and ran her hands through his hair; it even felt nice, soft and golden, like the fringe of a fur coat. He licked her softly, as soft as a sunbeam on a summer day. Gail cooed. He was getting her all poetic...

First one, then two fingers entered Gail, each one earning a sharp moan from her, before Steve gently spread her open. Her pink flesh shimmered with moisture, and Gail felt herself being tasted before Peggy put her hand on the back of Steve's neck, urging him in. Then he licked his way up into Gail's pussy, tasting Peggy's lipstick for a split-second before Gail's flavor overwhelmed him.

"Oh captain, my captain!" Gail said worshipfully, earning a laugh from Peggy. 

She slapped Steve on the back and dropped down beside Gail, lying down to undo her jacket. As soon as Gail heard the clothes rasping off her body, she turned and helped out by ripping Peggy's blouse open. With one hand on Peggy's breast, she reached down with the other to hold Steve inside her clamping thighs as she fucked his face with her cunts. His tongue was slithering inside her, making her wetter with each little twist.

"Fucking the both of you," Gail laughed, pleased with herself. "Now, is lip service the only thing you learned at them boarding schools?"

Before Gail could so much as raise an eyebrow, Peggy rolled on top of her and devoured her lips. Gail had kissed girls before, but she'd never known one could get her so het up! Just as she thought her lips would surely bruise, Peggy left her gasping for air and buried in her in Gail's cleavage, her lips ferreting out the nipples on her small breasts and sucking them into her mouth.

"Dirty girl!" Gail panted, holding Steve to her with her legs and Peggy in place with her arms. "You'd do that even if Steve weren't watching!"

"Damn right," Peggy said, switching nipples. "I can think of any number of men I'd put off to have you. Steve is a happy exception."

Gail cackled and hugged Peggy back to her ever-hungry mouth, welcoming Peggy's tongue with her own. Gail hoped she was a good kisser—maybe Brits didn't like unrelenting make-out sessions, Gail's tongue eager and willing against Peggy's lips even when they weren't kissing. She couldn't help herself, Peggy was just such a looker and so damn British; she really wanted a good moan out of her.

Then Gail broke away from Peggy's lips with a haltering gasp. Steve had found her clit. As she sighed and squealed, Peggy gave her a shy kiss on the cheek and went back to exploring the contours of her breasts, her tongue collecting the salty tang of Gail's sweat.

Gail looked past her to Steve's head, stirring between her thighs and soaking his tongue in her pussy. "Is that how you fuck your girlfriends?" she asked. "I bet you've got 'em lining up back home. I bet you lick 'em dry with that hot tongue, right before you slide that big hard cock into them like a batter making it to homeplate! You don't even have to fuck 'em, do you, you just slam it home and they get off just having that monster inside them! And once they're done, they go straight to the back of the line to wait for more, huh?" She tugged on Peggy's hair. "Am I right? As soon as that cock's outta you, you gotta want it back in! Well, right now I'm your best girl, Stevie, and I want it right where you're gonna stick her!"

Steve was still making love to her cunt like there was a medal for it, so Gail grabbed him by the ear and pulled him up. His chin was dripping wet and Gail felt faint at the sight. She was so ready. 

He looked between the two women. "You ladies are sure you want to go through with this? I mean, if someone heard—"

"Heard? Hell's bells, I'm gonna tell 'em!" Gail exclaimed.

"You really need to fuck her, Steven," Peggy agreed. "Before that marvelous hard-on goes to waste."

Steve looked down. All through eating Gail and watching Peggy, it was like his cock had been trying to strain out of his skin, and now a froth of precum dotted the helmet. He was ready as he'd ever be. "I'll need a rubber..."

"I have my diaphragm in," Gail said. "Did you think I'd strip naked, get into someone's bed, and not have protection?"

"He's nervous," Peggy said. "Understandable. Having two lovers to please, even if one of them is just here for the show, would make even Don Juan anxious." She straddled Gail's belly ("Lay off the fish and chips, sister!") and faced Steve. "Don't worry. I'll help."

She touched his chest again, which Steve was beginning to suspect was a thing for her, and moved her hand down, lower and lower still, until she was gripping the base of his cock. Then she pulled him in, angling his cockhead against Gail's crotch. 

"Have you ever ridden a horse, Steven?" Her fingers guided his cock over Gail's pussy, stirring the juices lathering her cunt. "It's not like driving a car." Steve gave a little thrust, jolting Gail's hips as his prick sunk home. The two moaned, while Peggy just smirked and rolled her thumb over a pulsing vein on Steve's manhood.

For Steve, it was as if Gail's body was coming to life around him. He'd suspected a pussy would feel like his hand, hot and tight but wetter, like lotion or something, but he'd never dreamed it would be so snug, like a sword inside a sheath, like steam in a pipe. He eased deeper and deeper in, all while Gail kept up a steady stream from her expansive vocabulary of curses. Thankfully, she kept her voice down—or maybe she just didn't have the wherewithal to be any louder.

"There's a give-and-take," Peggy explained, eyes closed like she was imagining herself in Gail's place. She could feel Steve throbbing in her hand, his cock hot and violently erect. "You have to feel out the beast's urges and then turn them to your own ends, make her surrender to you."




Three To Tango



To Peggy's immense delight, she saw Steve's floored 'gee-whiz' expression twist into raging lust. He grabbed a handful of her open blouse and pulled her to him, kissing her deeply as he thrust hard into Gail, who broke out of her reverie with a loud "Fuckin' A!" Then his hands were under her skirt, clenched in her ass, and he hauled her up to bite down on her breasts, getting a goodly portion of her voluptuous tit into his mouth. Peggy even felt herself jerked backwards as Steve's body came down on Gail's, her legs shooting straight up to accommodate the prick hitting bottom. Between their bodies, Peggy's hand felt like it was in a furnace.

"Goddamn and a half," Steve choked. He could feel his jizz oozing out, his prick trembling, and he knew he was going to explode.

"Don't you dare come, Steven!" Peggy ordered with a hard squeeze on his cock. "We finish this together, like a goddamned unit!"

Steve gritted his teeth at her forcefulness, but his orgasm subsided. He was still rigid, and relieved he wasn't going to empty his balls in the first minute.

Peggy leaned back to resume her lecture. "You see, in the end, the horse lets you ride her. And if you want to go fast, you have to urge the horse on." With surprising poise, she rolled off the bed. Steve was torn—it seemed gentlemanly to focus on Gail while he was inside her, but the sight of Peggy—as she slid her panties out from under her skirt and kicked them aside—was addictive. It took a shocking amount of control to hold himself back, to make it with Gail in long loving strokes instead of racing toward orgasm, and Peggy's striptease tested him harshly.

Then, with an insouciant flip of her skirt showing him the curve of her ass, Peggy mounted Gail's face. Steve forced himself to clamp down, to thrust into Gail with only a small header of the arousal he felt. By the way her body clenched and shook, it was more than enough. Peggy's head drifted back, hair whipping along with her as she absorbed the pleasure of Gail's tongue. More than more than enough. She looked back at Steve and saw him going faster, harder, plunging into Gail at full gallop.

"You're stretching her open," she said, more amused than anything. "I dare say she likes it!"

Gail moaned a sort of confirmation. She seemed to be taking the pleasure Steve was giving her and throwing it into Peggy, gripping her bare thighs and arching her back between her lovers, her legs wrapped around Steve, every inch of her body lost in the sex. 

Peggy's breath was coming faster too, her orgasm gaining on her no matter how she tried to prolong it. "Of course... sometimes you simply must cut loose... let the horse ride free... but apply the whip when it... lazes off... oh dear, oh my good god..." She reached down for her needy clit like it was a lifeline.

Steve could read it in the corded muscles of Peggy's back, visible through her sweat-soaked blouse, and in the desperate way Gail's legs clinched behind his back. He threw himself into Gail, holding nothing back, just stroking the fire to the point of explosion. Gail's entire body rocked with his thrusts, the momentum nearly throwing Peggy off her perch, but the three of them somehow hung together, Steve reaching out and grabbing Peggy's hair in one hand, the other going down to grasp Gail's breast. Gail actually moaned into Peggy's sex, and the sound seemed to travel up and voice itself out of Peggy's mouth, a relieved, wanton gasp shattering her cool resolve. 

She hunched over Gail's tongue for more, but Gail was already giving her all, all enthusiasm and gung-ho, what she needed wasn't from her. She looked back at Steve and saw his hand sliding up Gail's collarbone, up her swan-like throat and to the nave of her neck, pitching as she devoured Peggy. Even as Steve relentlessly fucked into Gail, his touch was slow and supple, two fingers contacting Gail's lips, then Peggy's sex, the perfectly light touch traveling up, over skin Peggy had never known was so sensitive, to her asshole.

"Bloody fucking hell!" Peggy cried, all decorum lost with the callused finger entering her, but she didn't do a thing to try to stop it. She took her cap off, bit down on it, and wiggled her ass deeper onto Steve's probing finger. Almost immediately he added another finger, moving with a careful forcefulness into her tight ass—too much, too much, Peggy jerked herself off Gail's face trying to put a stop to the ecstasy that was driving her mad, but too late, she jerked like a machine gun being fired, Gail watching in wonderment as her pussy clenched and ran wet with her orgasm, then Gail's eyes rolled back in her head as Steve buried himself in her, free hand circling under her midsection and pulling her up against his body. 

He came like a dam bursting, his ejaculation surging inside her, the feeling pushing aside all thoughts but of climax. Gail fell flat on her back, Steve thumping down atop her, and she spent herself in a haze of flesh and heat, feeling only Peggy's thigh against her cheek, Steve's chest pressing down on her breasts. It seemed to rob the marrow from her bones—as Steve rolled off her and Peggy collapsed next to her, all she could do was breathe.

"I'm so proud to be an American right now," Gail breathed.

***

Steve roused himself first, of course, pulling the covers back and helping the ladies under them. Peggy relaxed against her pillow, shrugging her blouse off. She made a mental note to have it laundered when she woke up. 

"Where are you going?" she asked Steve when he went to retrieve his clothes.

"Getting dressed? I wouldn't want Phillips to catch me walking around starkers."

"Come back to bed, now. You've still got to learn the most important lesson there is."

"Mmm-hmm," Gail said, pulling the sheet back for Steve. "Cuddling."



Three to Tango



That helmet had to be bigger than anything I had ever had inside my ass and for the first time I understood the pain that women feel when a man enters her back door. However, Keith just held still with only the head inside me and gradually the pain subsided, to be replaced by a growing feeling of contentment. When I nodded to him, he began stroking a little deeper and still deeper until his whole seven inches was inside my bowels. And I had to admit that it felt very good. I was full, as if I had to go take a shit but the sensations from the nerve endings around the point of entry were magnificent.

At first it was awkward trying to find a rhythm of movement that satisfied all three of us. Eventually though we settled on an arrangement where Keith stayed in one place and I moved forward and back so that when I was forward, my cock was buried in Jan and his cock was just barely in my ass. When I moved back, all of his cock was up my backside while my cock was nearly out of Jan's pussy. Even when I wiggled against her clit when I was all the way into her didn't detract from Keith's pleasure.

Jan began to whimper, "Oh ... ooh ... oohhh, yes," as she built toward a climax. 

I had to admit that I was feeling really good myself and I felt every full stroke of Keith's cock into my ass as the soft puffy head nudged my little gland, adding to the typically arousing feelings of fucking a fantastic pussy.

I softly encouraged Jan to cum, specifically to cum on my cock so I could feel the clasping of her walls even more than while I thrust in and out. And she did, spewing warm juices along my shaft and down my scrotum. For several seconds, she shook violently and then gradually relaxed, with a broad smile of satisfaction on her face. I resumed my movements and went back to kissing Jan's open mouth. Her tongue soon responded, dueling with my tongue in her mouth and then mine.

Gradually, as the intense feelings in my ass became even more gratifying, I began moving faster and faster. Keith wasn't saying much but I noticed that his grip on my hips became tighter and tighter until finally he yelled, "Yeah, dammit, I'm cumming!" I was amazed that I could feel the heat of his cum as it shot into by intestines but it felt goooood!

In less than a minute, Keith's cock plopped out of my ass and I could feel the cum oozing out after him. It also felt like my ass hole stayed open long after he was gone, but I have to admit that it felt absolutely fantastic ... not as good as a pussy fuck but damn close.

Left to myself, I hunched down over Jan and sucked first one nipple then the other, back and forth several times. Then I moved back to her open mouth and clamped my lips over hers, forming a suction. I shifted my arms so that they were around her legs and, as I leaned forward, pushed her ass higher into the air to meet my thrusts. 

I was pumping her treasure fairly fast and, before long, I was rewarded to hear her gasping, "Oh, baby, I'm cumming!"

After she settled back down, I began to concentrate on my own climax, picking up the speed until I was ramming into her cunt hard and fast. In just a few minutes, I felt my balls begin to boil and bubble again and knew that my orgasm was near. I kept up the pace and got a bonus when Jan began grunting and rolling her head. When the first shot of cum from my nuts hit her pussy walls that seemed to push her over the edge and she came again, clamping around my shaft and squeezing as every shot sped through my weapon and arched toward her womb.

Afterward I kissed her profusely and whispered in her ear how beautiful and sexy she was. Finally I carefully rolled off her and lay on the floor, trying to recover my breath and slow my heart rate. My flagpole drooped a little but, thanks to the little blue pill, it did not become flaccid.

After a bit, Keith padded out again and I heard him taking a leak, which accentuated the pressure on my own bladder. When he came back, I asked for directions to the bathroom and relieved myself.

When I got back, Keith and Jan were sipping from fresh drinks and Keith handed me one. As I sat on the sofa, Keith asked Jan, "How are you feeling?"

"Wonderful," she replied. "This has already been better than I had hoped. How about you?"

"I feel great. I think the night has been a big success so far. And hopefully it's not over yet." He looked at me and asked, "What about you?"

"Oh, man, this has been a ... a fan-damn-fucking-tastic night so far. I feel ... well, better than any words I can think of."

They both laughed and agreed. We passed a few more minutes in light conversation. Then Jan, still sitting on the floor, scooted over between Keith's knees and wrapped her fingers around his cock. He slumped down on the cushion and she took the tip of his member in her mouth. I watched as she worked expertly on his tool and was pleased when she waved her other hand indicating that she wanted me to turn toward her so she could handle me with that hand. Although she kept her mouth on Keith, just having her hand gently wandering around my helmet and balls felt magnificent.

When Jan pulled away from Keith, she motioned with her head and he seemed to understand just what she wanted. He stretched out on the carpet and waited expectantly as she threw a leg over him and reached under her to guide his cock into her pussy. She took several moments to work herself downward until she had fully engulfed his penis and then she sat upright looking pleased with herself.

I watched, my interest mounting when Jan produced a tube of personal lubricant. She squeezed a gob into her hand and looked up. "Come here, hon."

I stood beside her and she thoroughly coated my fully erect cock. Then, taking another gob, she reached under her and worked it into her anus. I had an inkling of what was coming and felt my cock jumping uncontrollably in anticipation.

Sure enough, when she had finished, she stared into my eyes with that little girl look and said, "Fuck my ass, baby."

I didn't need a second invitation. I dropped between their spread legs and pointed my questing dong at her puckered hole. Very carefully and very slowly I pushed forward, watching the tight little covering move to the side and let my cock enter. As soon as my purple mushroom was inside her, I held still, grasping her round hips for leverage, for several long moments. 

Then Jan said, "Its okay, honey, go ahead."

I pushed a couple of inches into her before slowly backing out, then pushed back in an inch further and back, continuing to work a little deeper and a little deeper each time until my entire prong was inside her and my crotch pressed against her buttocks. I could feel Keith's balls and my own rubbing against each other but more significantly, I could feel the throbbing vein on the underside of his cock inside his wife, separated by a nearly undetectable layer of flesh.

Keith let me handle the pace setting so I eased back out of Jan's ass, pulling her back until she was completely surrounding his penis, then pushing back in and sending her pussy up his shaft until her was almost out of her. Back and forth I went, generating the movement that sent shivers of pleasure up all three of our spines.

Jan was the first to cum, tossing her head from side to side and crying, "Oh, yes, that's so good!" and then, "oh ... ohhh ... oooohhh ... ungh ... yeeesssssssss!" and then losing it. I gave her a few seconds and then resumed stroking her ass. My hands roved all around her butt and her hips and finally found her tits which were swinging wildly. By accident I found that Keith was sucking on one intermittently so I squeezed and kneaded the other. 

Jan began talking incoherently again and I heard Keith urging her to cum again. Whether it was his encouragement or just the sexual stimulation, she responded with another climax. Again we let her settle back down and resumed our motion but this time, in less than five minutes, she was raving again about her impending orgasm and when it hit, it didn't stop. Whether it was one long climax or a whole series of them, her pussy just kept convulsing and her anus reacted about the same way. I could feel her reaction around Keith's cock nearly as much as I felt her bowels react to my probe.

While Jan kept up a running commentary on what she was feeling, I picked up the pace several times until we were fairly pounding into her two orifices. Jan's voice kept increasing in pitch and decibels until she was literally screaming out her pleasure.

I was amazed when Keith began to ejaculate into his wife's pussy because I could feel the spurts of cum shooting through his cock; I had never dreamed of knowing what it felt like for another man to cum ... I still wasn't all that thrilled about it but, since it was a byproduct of my fucking his wife, it wasn't that bad either.

Feeling an urgent need to climax, I pounded Jan's ass unmercifully. She still was tossing her head and her anus was pulsating around my intruding penis but it was sliding easily and smoothly in and out of her rectum and every time I completed a cycle now, I was slamming myself into her rear. Even after I felt Keith's cock go limp and plop out of her pussy, I kept pounding her ass until my balls contracted and began to spit their treasure into her snug hole. Then I grasped her hips tightly, pulled myself as close to her as possible, and savored every loving second that my dick spit my love juice into her tight little hole.

I finally eased my still hard dong out of Jan's ass, disentangled from their legs and managed to sit leaning against the sofa. At first Jan just slumped on Keith's chest while they kissed fervently, but then she rolled off to his side, looking like the cat that swallowed the canary. 

His eyes were closed when he whispered, "That's what we were looking for, babe."

She said, "Yep, and maybe a little more."

It seemed to take forever for my heart to slow back to normal, even after my breathing had slowed down. I sat with my eyes closed while my mind went back over the events of the last few hours, again remembering all the delicious feelings generated through the night.

I didn't even realize there was activity until Jan slumped between my legs and began to clean my genitals very thoroughly with a washcloth. I smiled at her, too spent to move any other muscle for now. When she was finished, she scooted around, leaned over my right thigh and took my cock back into her mouth, giving it a very loving final wash.

After a few minutes, Keith stirred and slowly stood. He checked the clock and said, "Hey, fellow. It's too late to hit the road now. Come on and go to bed with us. You can go home in the morning. Okay?"

I spotted the clock and was surprised that it read 3:34 A.M. already. And yes, I knew I was too sleepy to safely make the trip home now. So I followed them upstairs where he and I sandwiched Jan between us on their king-sized bed. We all lay on our sides with Jan's back to me. My cock swelled again and began probing her ass, looking for a warm shelter for the night. She lifted her top leg, captured my dong with one hand and guided it to her warm pussy. I slipped it inside her and snuggled up to her butt.

However, I was too tired for another round. Just before I went to sleep, I was aware that Keith had shifted down in the bed and was intermittently sucking on Jan's nipples. I kissed her on the neck and felt her squeeze my cock and then lost consciousness.

It was after 10 o'clock when I awoke in the morning. Keith and Jan were smooching. Although I couldn't see, it felt like she was slowly jacking his cock. When I planted a kiss on her neck, she reached for my growing cock.

"So, big boy. Want to start your day with a little piece of my pussy?" Jan asked.

She didn't wait for an answer but rather raised her top leg and guided my new erection between the soft lips of her twat. With a few little strokes, my probe drove fully into her and I felt her tight opening muscle close around the base of my cock. Meanwhile, she had turned the attention of both her hands to Keith's genitals.

Placing an arm around Jan's side, I worked a couple of fingers into her slit so I could manipulate her clitoris while I fucked her pussy from behind. Keith got up on his knees and moved up to Jan's head so she could get his cock into her mouth. It really didn't take long before Keith and Jan came, almost simultaneously, and I was less than a minute behind them.

After we got out of bed, Keith invited me to join them in the shower, which turned out to be unusually large for a private residence and easily accommodated the three of us. After I dried off, with some help from Jan, I had to go back to the den to retrieve my clothes from where I had left them the night before.

Jan and Keith walked in as I was finishing putting on my shoes. While he made coffee, she started breakfast and Keith asked me to stay long enough to map out some future plans. That sounded even better than fresh coffee.

At the breakfast table, both Jan and Keith said that the evening had worked out much better than they had even hoped, given their past experiences. I said that it had been at least as good as my best dreams. When they asked if I was interested in setting up a regular get-together plan, I jumped all over the opportunity. We decided that once a month would be just about right for all of us and we decided to make it the last Friday of every month, but we exchanged phone numbers in case we had to make other arrangements.

They followed me to the front door, with Keith asking, "How's your ass this morning? Any soreness?"

"That's the first time I thought about it," I replied. "So I guess there are no ill effects."

"Good. Will you be willing to do that again?"

"You mean, if I get to fuck Jan? Sure. That seems like a good deal to me."

Jan laughed and hugged us both. I shook hands with Keith and turned to hug Jan but she turned her face to me expectantly so I kissed her passionately. Reluctantly I let her go and headed to my car, saying, "See you guys next month. I can hardly wait."

The End