Perhaps it's not surprising that my husband had lost his hard-on while he was watching my ex hungrily rimming my splayed hole.
"Just gonna get him nice and slippy," Danny had said before plunging his face into my butt crack and giving me the most intense and satisfying rimjob I'd had in five years.
As my old flame was slobbering and slurping away at my backside, surfacing intermittently to gasp for air, Alex asked, "How is it, Matt? Any good?"
It was a difficult question to answer: not because I was in any way confused about my opinion of such a sensationally-administered arse-snog, but because I really didn't want to hurt Alex's feelings. Rimming me just isn't his thing, you see. When we'd first met, he'd tried to pleasure me by licking my bum-hole but it became increasingly clear that it's not something he naturally enjoys. He once admitted that to him it tastes a bit 'icky' and even blurted out when he was drunk one time that it felt nasty to have to put his mouth back there.
Anyway, I thought I better play it safe with my response. "So so," I said as nonchalantly as I could, thankful that he couldn't see how much my cock was throbbing and dribbling underneath my belly.
He said, "You're squirming a lot as he's doing it."
"It's just a bit... er... different from how you do it."
"Different as in better?" he asked with apparent concern.
"Different as in... er..." I began, stifling a gasp at the way Danny's tongue was flicking in and out of me and teasing my hole with confident skill. "You can tell he enjoys it," I eventually managed.
Alex called over to him, "I think he's wet enough now, Danny."
Danny pulled away from my bum and chortled as he stood up. "Yeah, just makin' sure, mate. The way his arse has clamped up, I figured he'd need a few extra gobs of spit."
"We've got lube in the drawer," Alex reminded him.
"Yeah, but where would the fun be in usin' that?!" Danny chuckled.
He lined his cock up with my hole again and grabbed my hips firmly so that he could force the broad head of it through my spit-soaked ring.
Even with all the wetness and the way I was bending over so low, I found myself struggling to take him and had to make a conscious effort to relax my sphincter, the way I used to when Danny and I had first hooked up.
"C'mon Matty," he grunted, pushing his bell-end hard against my entrance. "Imagine you're squeezin' out a fuckin' great duke!"
"I'm doing that!" I gasped, his knob feeling like a battering ram trying to force its way in through the keyhole.
"Where do you want me?" Alex asked chirpily. "I don't mind... er... helping to guide you in..."
It struck me as a slightly odd question but when you're bending over and trying as hard as you can to relax your rectal muscles, you don't tend to query things you might have otherwise.
"I can manage alright myself, mate," Danny retorted as his huge mushroom finally pushed its way into my anus. "Aah yeah! That's got it!"
A few inches of his massive cock shaft slid into me, cleaving me open as my arse strained to consume it.
"Aw Jesus! This feels so fuckin' good!" he called out, moving his hands up to hold me by the shoulders as he levered inch after inch of his monster relentlessly up into my innards.
"You're so lucky, Alex mate," he panted to my husband as his cock steadily filled me, "to 'ave bum sex on tap every time you want it!"
Alex didn't respond and Danny let out an animal grunt as the veiny girth of his cock drove its full length inside me. His two big hairy bollocks were pressing against the backs of my legs, feeling as if they were throbbing they were so overdue for release.
"I bet you love to bum him, don't you, mate?" he asked Alex as he slowly started withdrawing his organ again in preparation to start humping me properly. "I bet you fuck him so hard that he starts fartin' like a stuffed pig!"
Again Alex didn't reply so Danny continued, his bloated rod sliding back into me with a quickening pace, "I bet you bang him so rough he ends up shittin' spunk for days!"
He chuckled at his own wit as his cock took up a steady rhythm in and out of my tautly stretched hole.
"Actually I prefer frot," Alex quipped. "I find it a more sensual way of making love with my husband."
Danny chuckled. "Rubbin' your stalks together? Playin' sword fights with each other's sprongs like two kids?"
"It's far more erotic, I'll have you know. It can be very beautiful and deeply intense."
Danny chortled at the mere idea. For him sex had always been about getting his dick up another guy's butt.
"Each to their own, mate," he scoffed. "No wonder Matty's little shitter's just about healed up!"
Alex had been very vocal about wanting to try anal sex with me all the time we'd been messaging each other and when we'd started meeting up socially. He said he'd fantasized a lot about 'doing a companion up the ass' and was desperate to try it. Before he'd met me, he'd only done tentative stuff with casual hook-ups and penetration with strangers had been an absolute no-no for him.
Needless to say I was very keen on the idea of having this cute geeky tall bloke have his way with my bum, and it was only when he actually tried to shove his dick up me - right after the 'tin of beans' comment - that he seemed to lose interest.
For some reason my backside never seemed to do it for him. In the early days, he'd mount me seemingly out of a sense of duty and more often than not he'd suggest we try other things. Perhaps the active sexual imagination I mentioned arose from necessity: he'd had to think up other things we could do during lovemaking, trying to find ways we could have fun without him having to put his cock anywhere near my godawful arsehole.
Alex's favourite position these days is for us both to be facing each other and kneeling upright on the bed. We'll be kissing deeply and intensely, our tongues driving back and forth into each other's mouths, while our cocks rub together between our stomachs, massaging one another as our balls nudge gently together. We caress each other's backs and buttocks, although the crease between the cheeks is at all costs avoided, and our rhythm steadily increases until we're jabbing our two erections strenuously together. We're soon gripping each other tightly by the waist, with our spines arching backward and our cocks a blur of frantic thrusting between our wildly bucking hips. Alex will cum first - he always does - and as his spouting jizz rains down to lubricate my larger hard-on, my own slit lets rip with a white fountain of its own.
So frot is the main way we've made love for the last few years. Alex calls it 'proper gay sex' and regularly expresses his view that anal intercourse is a mere substitute for the vaginal penetration enjoyed by heterosexual men.
"We're two men, Matt... we have male sexual organs," he'd tell me. "We should focus our lovemaking on our penises, stimulating them together."
