5 comments/ 69344 views/ 14 favorites Walking up to the Door Ch. 01 By: CandleLit Walking up to the door, my stomach was in knots. What am I doing here? What if they don't think I'm attractive, what if I don't find them attractive? Hesitating before ringing the bell, I stood there to collect myself. We had met online when I was looking for a couple. A couple to explore with, to experiment with. Steve and Tracy had answered, we traded fantasies and then pictures. They seemed just what I was looking for; committed, secure, attractive and sexy as hell. We arranged to meet and see what would happen. I drove out to the comfortable suburb they live in and found myself walking up to the front door. My heart beating hard in my chest, I reached out to the bell. 'What the hell,' I thought, 'if it doesn't work then I'll just leave. No harm.' After a moment's wait, Steve came to the door. He opened it wide. "Hi, I'm Steve," he said, holding out his hand. I looked at him for a moment; he looked very much like the pictures they sent. Except he had clothes on. Tall, trim, handsome. I hoped he liked what he saw as well. I shook his hand. "Thanks," I said. "Beautiful place in a nice neighborhood." I looked closely at his eyes. "You look just like your pictures." "So do you. We were watching you come up the walkway. We've never done this before. I have to say, we've been a little anxious. Would you like to come in?" "Sure," I said. You only live once, I thought. "You only live once, right?" he said. I smiled. "My thoughts exactly." Steve showed me into the nicely decorated living room. Some music was playing and the lights were low. There was a fire already going in the fireplace and the faint smell of incense. "Very nice," I said. "Very comfortable." "Thanks," said Steve. "We like it here. Make yourself at home. Take your coat?" I shrugged it off and handed it to him. He put it in a closet and came back towards a built-in bar. "Would you like a drink?" "Please. Whatever you are having." He came back with two glasses of red wine, so dark and thick it looked like burgundy-colored honey in the glass. "Thank you." I took a sip and went to the fireplace. "I have to admit, I was pretty nervous coming here today. This is a first for me too." Steve smiled. "I guess we're a normal, boring suburban couple. We've always had this crazy fantasy about being with another guy. We could never try it with a friend, it just seems too close to home that way. So we thought about it for a while and... found you. You fit exactly what we are both looking for." His words 'both looking for' hung in the air. I was flattered, nervous, and getting a little aroused. Steve was relaxed and easy to be around. There was a definite chemistry there. I took another sip, wondering where Tracy was, what she might be like as well. Steve was reading me well. "Tracy is upstairs. She is more than a little nervous. I was the one to check you out initially, then bring her in if things are comfortable. If you like, I'll ask her down." I liked his style and his protectiveness of his wife. "Please," I said. "I'd like to meet her." Steve smiled. "She's nervous now, but she can be a tigress." He came over, put a hand on my shoulder. "She might like to direct things for a while, it's part of her fantasy. Is that OK with you?" His hand was warm, my whole body seemed to feel it. My cock suddenly seemed sensitive. I was thinking, 'This is it. This could happen.' My face felt hot. I took a breath. "Yes. That would be -- good." Our eyes met and we both smiled. Steve left his hand there for a moment. I could not help my eyes; they drifted down to his pants, seeing a definite bulge forming there. When I looked up again, his smile was only bigger. "I'll be right back." He went out towards the stairs. I took a large gulp of the wine, feeling it flow down my throat. The fire was hot and I was starting to feel warm myself. There was a beautiful painting on the wall and I was studying it when a low, sultry voice came from the doorway. "Good evening." I turned to see Steve standing with Tracy. She was nothing short of beautiful, wearing a strapless dress that showed her marvelous athletic figure. Her shoulders and arms were fit and I could only imagine the rest. She came towards me, I offered my hand. "Good evening. You must be Tracy." We shook hands. She turned to Steve. "You are right, honey. His pictures did not do him justice." She was frankly appraising me. "Steve said you were a handsome devil." "Very generous," I said. "You are stunning in that dress. Those arms must be from all the swimming you wrote about." Steve had gone to the bar and returned with a glass for Tracy. He raised his in a toast. "To new friends," he said. We all clinked glasses. There was a moment of quiet as they looked at me closely. Tracy was the first to break the silence. "Did Steve tell you about my fantasy?" "He mentioned it," I said. "That you might like to --" "Direct," she said. "I want to direct Steve... and you. At least at first." I finished my glass and nodded. "OK." She indicated the couch in front of the fireplace. "Why don't you sit there. Hon, turn off the lights and sit on the other side of him." I went to the couch, Steve turning off the lighting and coming over to sit next to me. Tracy sat on the end of the couch, facing us. The only light in the room now coming from the fire. "Doesn't the fire feel warm," she said. "Honey, our guest must be hot. Do his clothes feel hot?" Steve reached over and put a hand on my thigh. He moved it gently up and down, just stroking. "Yes, they do feel hot," he said. She asked me, "Have you ever had a man touch you before?" "No," I whispered. "Mmm. Good. Just lean your head back now, relax. Close your eyes if you like." I leaned my head back, enjoying the hand on my leg, stroking, squeezing. My eyes closed by themselves. My heart jumped as I did. This was happening, they were going to touch me, these beautiful people. I was in their home, under their spell. "Hon, let your hand just explore a little bit." His hand moved more deliberately, upwards on my leg, then down; up farther, then down. My breathing got deeper. His fingers brushed against my cock, which jumped in response. His hand came back and covered my cock, pressing against it. "Can you feel his cock?" "Yes," Steve said. "Is it hard?" she asked. "Oh, yes," he said. "Squeeze it." He did. She touched my arm. "Does that feel nice?" I gave a slight moan. "Yes... very nice." "Of course. Your turn will be coming up. Soon you will be naked, on your knees in front of my husband. Do you want that?" He squeezed again, harder. "Yes. I want that," I breathed out. "Look at me," She directed. I opened my eyes, saw she had pulled down her dress to expose her breast. It was nicely rounded with a rose-pedal pink nipple. Her fingers brushed it, making it hard. "Do you want to taste it? Suck it?" I nodded. She moved over, offered it to my mouth. I sucked her nipple into my mouth, my tongue exploring its hardening tip. "Ah, nice," she said. "Steve, show me how hard he is. Show me his cock." Steve nearly ripped my pants open. I would not have minded if he had. His fingers went inside my boxers, wrapped around my cock and pulled it free. "Oh, it's hard," she said. "It's big, like yours. Does it feel like yours?" Steve said, "Yes... it's warm. He's really hard." She moved back, pulling her breast away from my mouth. "Now you are going to have your first taste. I want to watch." She kneeled down next to my lap, her face so close I could feel her breath on my straining cock. Steve's eyes were riveted to the head of my cock where a drop of pre-cum had formed. "It's waiting for you, baby" she said. "We've talked about this so many times and here it is. He's so ready to feel it. Go ahead." Her hand gently went to the back of his head, pulling him towards my cock. Closer, closer. His tongue went out tentatively, touching the drop on the tip. "Share. Now." She grabbed his hair and pulled his head towards hers, locking in a passionate kiss. I could see their tongues working back and forth. She broke the kiss. "Can you taste him?" she asked. "Yes," he said. "It tastes like me. It tastes --" "Good," she said. "It tastes good. Get more." She pushed his head back towards my cock, over it. His lips willingly parted, he sank his mouth over my cock. I could feel the warm wetness engulf it. "Ah, that's wonderful," I gasped. She smiled up at me. "You like that? You like having a boy suck your cock? Watch him, watch my handsome husband suck that cock of yours." I watched as Steve started moving his mouth up and down on my cock, his hand wrapping around, milking it. Tracy watched him suck, coaching him. "Keep it wet... good. Use your tongue. Think about what feels good to you." She kept Steve on my cock for a while, occasionally pulling him off for a wet kiss. I was wondering if I could hold back much longer when suddenly she barked, "Enough!" Surprised, Steve looked up from my cock, still holding it with his hands. She smiled. "We have a long night ahead of us." She pointed to me. "I promised it would be his turn soon. Help me undress him." She pulled me to my feet and together they pounced, my clothing torn from my body. I was naked, standing before the fire, my cock bouncing in front of me like a flagpole. "Hard, fit... I like it," she said. "What do you think, honey?" Steve said, "He looks good." His eyes were on my cock. She laughed. "You'll get some more later. Now sit back down and relax." She was obviously enjoying having such power over two men. She waited until Steve was relaxed on the couch, then turned to me. "Your turn. Have you ever done this before?" "No," I said. "You want to though, don't you?" she asked. I stared at the bulge in Steve's pants, wondering what it looked like underneath. What it would feel like. What it would taste like. "Yes," I said. "Kneel between his legs," she directed. I reached down, opening his legs and kneeling between them. I could feel the fire behind me, warming my back. She knelt beside me. "Your turn to explore. Don't hold back." She took my wrist, moving my hand upwards on his leg. My hands seemed to have a life of their own, moving over his legs, moving closer to his bulge. My hand went across it, feeling the hardness underneath. I grasped it through his pants, making Steve moan. "That feels good, doesn't it baby?" She went up and kissed him hard, then came back to watch. Steve's eyes were glazed as I squeezed and stroked his cock through his pants. I felt vulnerable being naked in front of them, but warmed by the fire and wanting to taste what I was feeling. "Take it out now. I want to see it in your hands." I undid his pants and reached in, feeling his warm, hard cock straining beneath his boxers. I grasped it and twisted it free, standing up before me. It was big, the head glistening and dripping with pre-cum. "Ooh, you are ready, aren't you?" She said. "That's a lot of pre-cum." My thumb went around the head, smearing it. I couldn't wait any more and pulled it into my mouth, licking all the juice from the top with my tongue. It tasted salty and sweet... and good. "Mmm. Fast learner," she said. "Share. Now." She grabbed my hair and I knew what to expect; her lips pressed on mine, her tongue exploring my mouth, tasting him on me. I held onto his cock while tasting her mouth for the first time. Her lipstick tasted like cherries and her perfume was sweet and intense. She broke the kiss. "Get back on it," she said, pulling my head back towards Steve. I went back to sucking his cock, stroking it with one hand while taking as much into my mouth as I could. My other hand went to stroke his balls, gently holding and caressing them. Tracy was right there, whispering in my ear, "Like that... good... lick it... now take it as deep as you can..." I could feel his cock swelling in my mouth, the shaft getting even harder in my hand. He moaned, "Honey, I can't hold back for long. It feels too good." She looked up at him, then leaned in close to my ear, "You wrote and told us you wanted to taste come. You wanted to suck him and have him come in your mouth, swallowing it down. Are you ready for that?" I nodded, not missing a beat on Steve's cock. I wanted his come in my mouth, wanted to taste it, swallow it. She moved up and held his face in her hands. "Here you go, baby. Let him have it. Watch a hot boy take your load. Give it to him." He didn't last another ten seconds. His moans became frantic, his hips arched off the couch and his hands came up to hold my head as his cock swelled and I felt the first spurt from his cock on my tongue, warm and creamy. Then he cried out and his cock squirted and squirted into my mouth. I started swallowing the salty come, my hand milking every drop from his cock. I held his cock in my mouth and kept milking it until he collapsed back onto the couch. He was gasping for air. "That was incredible," he said. "One of the best blow jobs I've ever had." "I told you baby, girls do girls and boys do boys the best," she was stroking his neck and chest, letting him come down from the intense orgasm. She looked at me. "That was very good. Come here," she beckoned. I moved up and she kissed me again, her tongue seeking out his taste. She pulled back, chiding me. "Selfish boy, you swallowed it all down. Next time, leave some for me." She kissed me again, this time her hand finding my shaft, her fingers finding the slickness on the head. "Our guest still needs relief." She brought up her hand, putting her wet fingers into Steve's mouth. "It's our turn again, baby. Time to bring him all the way there. But this time I'll drive, I want you to get him ready for more fun later." She pulled a throw off the couch and spread it over the carpet before the fire, then directed me to lay back on it, the heat on my skin feeling wonderful. I was ready for whatever came next, my body feeling relaxed, my cock swaying over me, dripping slowly towards my stomach. Tracy leaned across me, her tongue lapping up the pre-cum, then circling the tip of my cock. I reached for her, my hands moving across her hips toward the zipper of her dress. She pulled back. "Not yet," she said. Once you two have your first loads taken care of, you will both fuck my brains out. I want this to last." She put my hands back on the soft fabric of the throw and resumed sucking me. I lay back and was enjoying the sensations she was giving me when Steve came back into the firelight. He was now naked and his cock was becoming hard again. He put something down and wriggled up between my legs, joining Tracy at my cock, licking the underside, then moving down to my balls. Tracy giggled, kissing him. "This is fun... he was the perfect find." They went back to licking and sucking me as I lay in the heat of the fire. She began to take more and more of me into her mouth. My moans were echoing around the room. Steve backed up a little bit and his hands worked their way down towards my ass. He moved his hands underneath me and spread me wide, his shoulders keeping my legs open. His fingers were so close to my hole but stayed away. I was in a pleasant agony, wanting to feel his fingers inside me while her mouth did wonders on my cock. "Get him ready," she said, and his hands disappeared for a moment and then came back slick and wet. She turned around to kiss me. "Olive oil," she whispered. "Relax now. We are going to make you come so hard." She turned back and held my cock tight in her hand. Steve's slick fingers now circled my hole, one finally pushing inside. Steve's finger slid in and out of my ass, deeper and deeper. When he turned it upwards and curled it inside of me, I arched and moaned, my body now far gone from my control. I was completely in their hands. He pulled his finger out, added more oil, dripping it all across my balls and ass. Tracy was watching, holding my cock like a vice in her hand. Steve added another finger, pushing them deep inside. I was being stretched, my ass gripping his fingers as he pushed and twisted them in me. "Now," she said. "Time to come." Her mouth went back over my cock, her hand milking me fast and hard. His hand began pistoning in and out of me, fucking me with his fingers. I heard my voice crying out as the come came up from my balls, building up inside and then like a bolt of lightning, my body convulsed, my come pumping into her mouth, my ass clenching down on his fingers. They kept up the treatment, their movements becoming more and more gentle until my body relaxed back to the carpet. Steve's fingers were still inside of me when she pulled her mouth off and grabbed his head, pulling him to her. I looked down to watch them locked in a mad kiss, watched their tongues move, watched him swallowing my come from her mouth. They broke the kiss breathlessly. "How was that?" she asked. "Amazing," both Steve and I answered at the same time. We laughed, falling together in a heap. We lay there, comfortable and warm together. After a bit, Tracy rolled up and looked at us. "Both of you head upstairs to the bedroom. It's my turn now. I want the fucking of my life." Steve and I grinned at each other. We were more than willing to oblige. Walking up to the Door Ch. 02 We ran up the stairs, laughing and racing each other. Steve led to the bedroom and told me to wait while he washed up quickly and lit a candle. He was back in a flash and whispered over to me, "She directed the action downstairs. Now I'll take over." I nodded agreement and we were standing in the flickering candlelight when Tracy came to the door. Her hair was mussed and her expression was pure wanton lust. She took a step into the room and Steve reached out to her. He grabbed her arm and we were all over her in a flash. He pulled down her dress over her breasts and I started sucking her beautiful mounds as he kissed her passionately. Then we traded and I kissed her, exploring her willing mouth as he pulled on each nipple. With a soft moan her body went weak in our arms. I picked her up and carried her to the bed. Steve took a firm grip on her dress with each hand and gave a mighty pull, tearing it from her body. I dove in, kissing, licking and caressing her soft stomach, her legs, all around her hips, deliberately avoiding her lace-covered pussy. She groaned with frustration. Steve took her by the hair and guided her mouth to his cock. She sealed her lips around it and started sucking for all she was worth. I moved down between her legs, my hands caressing over the lace panties, now the only thing that covered her. My lips and tongue were moving down her stomach, grazing lightly across her pussy, then down her legs. She pulled her mouth off of Steve long enough to beg, "Please! No more teasing!" I smiled and moved further down, my hot breath directly on her pussy. I could smell her wet and ready sex, dripping from the action downstairs. Pulling her panties off, I opened her legs with my shoulders and moved in. Her pussy was beautiful and pouting, needing attention. I started licking the sides and pulling the lips into my mouth. She was so wet I found myself swallowing her juice. She tasted wonderful. My tongue went deep inside her, making her moan around Steve's cock. Her clit was swollen and standing fully clear of her pretty lips. I gently circled it, not yet touching it directly. Her whole body reacted. Ever so gently, I licked over her clit, started making small circles around it. I sucked it into my mouth and started massaging her clit with my tongue. She moaned like a stricken animal. Her legs started convulsing. I held onto her hips and kept gently massaging her clit with my tongue, changing the direction and the speed. Her legs grabbed me hard, she pulled off of Steve's cock and cried out while her body began shaking uncontrollably. Her pussy started dripping with even sweeter juice and I lapped it up hungrily. She fell back onto the bed, panting hard, coming down from her orgasm. Steve said, "Let's trade places." We moved around and he wasted no time slipping his hard cock into her. He grabbed her hips and started moving in her, hard and fast. She wanted it that way as she started moaning and arching her back again. I reached over and sucked one breast while squeezing the other, pulling on the nipples with my teeth and fingers. She was thrashing her head back and forth while Steve fucked her hard and well. Sucking on one breast, My hand went down her stomach towards where they met. She was soaking wet all over and I got my fingers nice and slick, then started rubbing her clit with the tips of my fingers, all the while toying with her nipple in my mouth. That sent her over again, her hips bucking, her whole body tensing as a huge orgasm overcame her. This time Steve could not hold back and he pushed hard into her, his body exploding into hers. He kept pumping a few more times, squirting deep into her. I caressed her stomach, her breasts, letting her enjoy every part of the moment. Steve pulled back from her and in the candlelight I saw his cock, wet with their mixed come. Without thinking, I dropped down and pulled his slick cock into my mouth, tasting them both. I licked and sucked at his cock, drinking them. I looked up at her, her eyes wide and watching. Steve looked at my hard cock and motioned to Tracy, saying, "Your turn." I moved towards her and she lifted her arms to welcome me, opening her legs and wrapping them around my back. We met with a passion filled kiss, our tongues moving back and forth. I was lost in that kiss when I felt a hand reaching down and grasping my cock, guiding it towards her. I knew it was Steve, wanting me to fuck his wife. He put the tip into her warm, wet pussy and I slid forward. The sensation was incredible, she was so wet from her orgasms and Steve's come all mixed up inside her. My cock slid in and I could feel the wetness in all directions around it. We locked in another kiss and I moved slowly back and forth, grinding into her, loving the feel of her body under me. It was so good, I couldn't last more than a minute before my body started shaking. I looked over. "Steve, I'm going to come, inside her, inside your beautiful wife." "Do it," he said. "Give her all you have." Our mouths together, I moaned and held her tight as it took over my body, my cock started squirting into her. "Oh, yeah," she panted. "Oh yeah. Like that. Put it all into me." I pushed deep into her, giving her the last spurts I had. I kissed her gently and rolled to the side, making sure she could breathe. Steve stared at my cock, covered in come from the three of us. He moved over and holding the base, took it into his mouth, sucking it clean. I felt his tongue along my cock, then his lips moving off. He kissed the tip, then let go. Tracy giggled and we all started laughing. She put a finger inside herself and brought it to her lips, sucking the juice from her soaked pussy. "I can't believe how good that is," she said. She got her fingers wet again and fed it to Steve and then to me. Steve said, "I can't believe I'm getting hard again." We looked and sure enough, he was starting to get to his full length. "I think we should put our guest to full use before he leaves," she said. Steve smiled. She looked at me. "I want you to get Steve totally hard again. Then we are going to use you for our pleasure. Are you OK with that?" I nodded and moved between Steve's legs. Taking his hardening cock in my hand, I slipped it into my mouth and slowly started bobbing my head. I could taste traces of their come on his cock. I was slowly moving up and down, tracing the veins with my tongue. I could feel him getting harder in my mouth. This time Tracy just watched, her fingers playing with her nipples. "That's good," she said. "Now come here." She lay back on the bed, her legs wide, her soaking pussy open and inviting. She held my head and pulled me towards her pussy. "Taste it. Taste us all." Like in a dream, I felt myself moving down, my tongue reaching out, my hands going to her hips, holding her so I could taste her more deeply. I was licking, drinking, tasting her and us, all together, her hands holding my head firmly in place. Then I knew Steve was behind me. I felt the heat of his cock before it touched the side of my ass. His hands went to my ass, spreading me open, exposing me to him. He reached for something and his hands came back slippery and wet. His finger slid inside me, easily now after taking me earlier. I started giving Tracy the lightest butterfly licks across her clit as he opened me up. He added another finger and then another, this time with purpose and pushing his fingers deep. Tracy held my head closely as I felt his fingers leave me, my ass wet and exposed. He slathered some oil on his cock and then pressed the tip against my hole. Tracy's legs and hands held me firmly, his hand on my shoulder pushed me downwards as he started pressing forward into me. I could feel pressure building on my hole until with a jolt he slipped inside. I grunted with the shock and some pain. "There," she said. "He's in, just relax and let go." Steve slid further in and I found myself pressing back, wanting more of him inside me. The pain left quickly to be replaced with a feeling of fullness and want. Steve's hands went to my hips and he started sawing back and forth. Tracy pushed my mouth back to her soaking pussy and I began ravenously drinking from her. I was tasting our come all mixed together while Steve was thrusting deeper and deeper into my ass. Tracy groaned and said, "This is the sexiest thing we've ever done. Fuck him, Steve. Fuck him hard." She grabbed my hair and our eyes met. "Eat me, drink it, drink it all up." She pushed me back down and my tongue went wild, searching every inch of her pussy for more of her and us. Steve was sawing in and out of my ass, faster and faster. He was sweating and swearing while she held my head down into her pussy. He was fucking me so hard I could just hold my tongue over her clit and his thrusts made it go back and forth over her, he was fucking her through me. Steve gasped, "I'm going to come." "Do it," she said. "Fill that tight ass." His hands grabbed my shoulders and he held me down as he thrust into me, harder and harder, until he thrust once and held it in me, his body shaking. I could feel the pulsing as his cock unloaded into my ass, feeling each squirt into me. I took it all, moving gently, trying to milk his cock with my ass. He finished in me, then pulled out and collapsed on the bed. Tracy pulled me up and kissed me gently, holding me for a time. We lay there for a while, not wanting the moment to end. I finally stirred and said, "It's probably time for me to head back." Tracy and Steve looked at each other, then at me. "We have a guest room," he ventured. She smiled. "He can stay there tonight. Right down the hall." He said, "And if during the night, we get any crazy ideas..." I finished the thought. "I'm right down the hall." We all smiled at the thought.