A fictional fantasy of a bi-curious guy.
Chapter 3: The Three-Way
I walked into the house and saw my wife at the kitchen table checking her small duffel bag. She was wearing a short, tight one-piece green dress that showed off her figure perfectly. I could see the hard nipples on her large breasts through the dress. I could tell she wasn't wearing a bra. As she bent over to check her bag, her tight dress raised up and I could see the bottom of her round, supple bare ass. She wasn't wearing panties either. I smiled.
"The car's warming up, dear," I said.
"Good, it looks like I'm ready to go," she said as she zipped her little bag shut.
As we walked out the door I asked her what was in the bag. She just smiled and said it would be a surprise.
And so we got in the car and took off. We were on our way to our first three-way. As I drove my wife constantly readjusted her short skirt and had this strange smile on her face. She seemed very excited and maybe a little nervous.
So was I, but I was more nervous than anything. I met this guy who was hitchhiking a couple weeks ago and he offered to do a three-way with us. I talked about it with my wife and she was very excited about it. She has wanted to see me penetrated for a long time. It's a long-time fantasy of hers. She's always been dirty like that. So I called the guy back and arranged a time for us to come over.
The thing is, I didn't tell her everything that happened when I met this guy and he doesn't seem like the type to keep quiet. If he told her how we really met, it would be disastrous. But it was too late to change my mind now. Once I mentioned the three-way to her she was dead set on it. No excuse I can think of could get me out of this now.
Suddenly my wife breaks the silence of the ride.
"I'm looking forward to meeting your friend, he seems like a nice guy. He called me yesterday."
"What?" I blurted out in shock. "What did he say?"
"Not much. He just had a few suggestion on how to make it more fun," she says holding up her bag while smiling.
I laugh, trying to hide my nervousness. At least he didn't tell her over the phone. Maybe he really will keep our secret when I get there. I still a little uneasy. I can't even imagine what HE would want in the bag.
We finally get there and I pull into his driveway. We get out and walk to the door. He instructed me to go ahead and walk in, so we open the door and proceed.
"We're here!" I yell as me and my wife scan his unextraordinary living room.
He walks out of his bedroom wearing only the blue sweat shorts he wore when I originally met him. His ripped chest and large muscular legs and arms are on full display, not to mention the massive, hard erection bulging in his shorts. Clearly, he was once again wearing no underwear. My wife smiled as she examined him head to toe with her eyes. I noticed her eyes lingered at his erection. So did mine, but I tried not to show it.
"She's as fine as you said she was," he said with a smile.
My wife walked over to small table and put her bag down. Her breasts jiggled and her dress stretched tighter across her ass with every movement. He was watching ever second of it, with a big grin on his face. My wife looked right back at him and smiled seductively.
He then looked at me and smiled even bigger.
"Let's get this started right. Take off you clothes now," he commanded.
I quickly threw my t-shirt off and pulled my pants and underwear off together. In less than a minute I was completely naked with my hard erection exposed. I didn't even stop to think if this would make me seem too eager to my wife. I was just thinking about that big bulge in his sweat shorts.
"Put your hands behind your back and keep them there. Get on your knees, you're going to suck my dick."
I obeyed and quickly fell to my knees, hands behind my back. I could see my wife rubbing herself under her dress out of the corner of my eye.
He walked up to me until his crotch was only inches from my face. He then pulled down his shorts and revealed his massive, hard naked cock. He gripped it firmly in his hand, just inches from my face. I couldn't take my eyes off his massive head.
"Suck my dick now," he commanded.
He didn't have to tell me twice. My lips immediately wrapped around his head and slid down his long, hard shaft. I took as much in as I could until I gagged. Then I began to rapidly bob my head back forth rapidly on his monstrous cock.
"I knew you would love that dick in your mouth," he said. I was just hoping he wouldn't say why.
I heard a buzzing noise and glanced over at my wife as I continued to suck dick. She was now completely naked with a working vibrator in her hand. She was teasing her pussy with it while playing with her soft, supple breasts. I could hear her moan over the vibrator. She stuck it inside herself and began to pump her pussy with the long, hard machine.
Then I felt two strong hands grab both sides of my face, holding it in place with the dick still in my mouth. Suddenly he began to pump my mouth, fast and hard. I hear my wife groaning loudly off to the side but I don't bother looking. I'm just concentrating on this glorious hard cock that's getting shoved in and out of my warm, hungry mouth.
As he continues to fuck my face he says, "You like that don't you, you little cock sucking whore? You enjoy sucking me off even more than when we first met."
Suddenly my eyes open and I try to pull away and say something. But his hands are holding my head in place as his dick continues to pump my mouth. I try to say something but it just comes out as a loud muffled mumble with the dick in my mouth.
"Keep sucking, whore." he said as he turned to my wife, who put down her vibrator down. I couldn't tell what the expression on her face was.
"I guess he didn't tell you what a cock whore he is. When we first met, he ended up sucking me off on the side of road right through his car window. I took him home and wore out his mouth and ass. He loved every minute of it."
So now it was out. My wife knew that this man was my Master.
He pulled his dick out of my mouth and my saliva exploded everywhere. He held my head with one hand and his hard cock with the other. I could finally speak but I wasn't sure if I wanted to. I just kept looking at that big head dripping with my saliva. It was being held a couple inches from my lips. I couldn't help it.
"You're my cock slave? Isn't that right, cocksucker?" I should've been thinking about my wife but I just couldn't at that point. I had spent the last seven days longing for my Master's cock in my mouth. It was just inches from my lips. I had to have it. I had to have his cock in me or I would die.
