I gave one last lick to Mason's balls, slathering the slightly hairy skin which was pulled so taut from his hardness that the natural wrinkles were smoothed out. He always loved it when I lavished my love and attention to the seam dividing and joining the ball sack, the slight indentation just behind where it dipped into his perineum, with its manly musk and aroma of mild sweat which always made me so fucking hot under the collars.
I pulled back from his balls and surveyed the scene: my husband, my man, my partner, my beloved, lying helpless to my wiles and guiles, cock hard and marmoreal, not unlike an ancient monument of utter strength, slightly vibrating under my ministrations. My eyes climbed his masculine body, so strong, so desirous to me, up to his armor-like pecs and adorned with little pebbles of hard nubs, mildly hairy expanse of skin, up to his rope cord-like neck and his handsome face, which was at the moment busy at the anal altar of the best of colleagues, the third in this relationship, my husband's bottom bull Josh.
My husband was having the time of his life, on the receiving end of the attentions of two bottom boys so ready and willing to satisfy his every urge, me his husband bathing his fecund balls in adoration, while at his mouth the utterly succulent bite of a young ass, attached to a handsome son of a bitch who was sputtering moans and grunts with every lick and swipe of my husband's tongue upon his anal opening. For his part Josh was not a passive receiver, with the ardent way he pulsed his anus upon each breach of my husband's flexible tongue, earning my husband's admiration and sexual fervor.
"Let Josh sit on my cock, babe," Mason intoned, his voice sounding slightly hollow and dried out, as if sucking on Josh' asshole had wrung out his throat, which in a way probably was the case. As if cognizant that his voice sounded less resonant, Mason coughed gently before saying again, in a fuller tone, "Josh, cock, now."
"Your wish is my command," Josh murmured, playing the part of the visiting courtesan to the hilt. He spared me a fleeting glance and a smirk, the devil, before catching my husband's substantial cock in his smooth hand and aiming it into his ready anus. The illicit pair let out manly grunts and groans as cock breached anus, as turgid blood-engorged flesh entered the dark secret cave of man-sex. As for me, a spectator to the hottest show this side of Broadway, I contented myself with running my hands along my own potent six-inch cock, lubed with my spit and lavender oil, my husband and Josh' favorite scent.
"Fuck, fuck, FUUUUUUUUUCK, your ass' always so tight and warm."
