A few years ago when I, "Bill" and my wife, "Chris," were in our 50's, we hooked up with a guy we met on line who wanted to do a threesome with a married couple. "Kevin" was a SWM in his late 40's who lived near us. We met Kevin for a drink and some talk, sex talk.
Kevin had done a few couples and described some of the action. His hottest story was a sandwich fuck, the wife mounted on her hubby who sat on a couch while Kevin stood behind the wife and fucked her in the ass. When Kevin got to the part where he climaxed in the wife's ass, my wife squeezed my thigh under the table REALLY HARD.
As I listened I got a throbbing erection, but only partially because of Kevin's stories. I was struck by how much Kevin looked like a guy I had known at Indiana University in Bloomington, Indiana, in the late 1960's.
"Donald" was a guy who I played with in the woods near the old campus at night on the way home from the library. We enjoyed a lot of oral sex and a few fucks. Now-a-days you would say we were "versatile." It was great fun.
In those days, a co-ed would let you finger her pussy and give you a hand job but that was usually as far as she would go. It was a different generation. Donald and I first met in the Union Building and complained to each other about the lack of sex from the girls we were dating. One night we realized we both wanted a blow job so we decided, "Why not?" and headed for the nearby woods. Donald had a soft mouth and liked to swallow cum. I learned a lot and took a lot of cum from him. We worked off a lot of frustrations on those warn springs nights.
The longer Chris and I talked to Kevin the more I wanted to see him fucking Chris, and maybe fuck him at the same time. I remembered Donald leaning over that park bench in the moonlight as I fucked his ass. His jeans and underwear were around his ankles and I was unzipped. Lots of ass eating. Spit for lube made for a quick, slippery fuck. What a climax! Always looking over your shoulder to avoid being surprised by Campus Security. I could imagine Kevin on top of Chris and me on top of him.
Kevin came over the following Friday night. We had a couple of Margaritas and then headed for the bedroom. We undressed Chris and she took our clothes off, sucking us to full erections in the process. Kevin led her to the bed, put her face down over the side and lubed her pussy with K-Y from our bedside table. Without much hesitation he plunged in, all the way. Chris gasped.
Kevin was an only inch or so bigger than my 6 inches but really fat. I mean, he was a sausage. As I watched him pump in and out of Chris, I was caught up in the rhythm. I walked up behind him, put both hands on his bottom and "helped" him move. He looked over his shoulder and smiled. My wife was moaning and too far gone to notice anything.
As Kevin pumped, I played with his crack. He seemed to pump a little harder. In a minute or so Kevin said, "Hold on to the sheets, baby, 'cause here I cum!"
With a groan he climaxed. As he did I shoved a well lubed index finger into Kevin's bottom. When I hilted he actually stood up on his toes and then fell forward on her back. He must have liked my probe.
In a couple of minutes, Chris said she had to pee so Kevin pulled out. Chris ran to the bathroom and Kevin sprawled out on the bed. "Now it's your turn," he said. "Get up here and clean me off. Taste me and your wife."
I did as he requested, kneeling at his side. As I took his half-hard penis into my mouth, his right hand landed in the middle of my bottom, one finger in my crack. As it worked it's way into my anus, I thought how much can we do before Chris gets back? I soon found out.
