Jeff and I had fallen asleep in a 69 position, sort of an erotic 'good night kiss' I guess you could say. It was the second time I'd swallowed a man's cum. Kathy always said it tasted like the sea smells and she was right. She had spooned up to me breathing softly, hair spread like a halo across the pillow, streaks of our combined dried semen on the inside of her thighs.
I don't know what time it was; the battery on my Apple Watch had long since died and I couldn't see a clock anywhere in the room. I guessed it was just before false dawn because it was still dark. Jeff was stirring, urging me for some oral sex. I was sleepy but took him in my mouth. It felt like a sweet dream. I didn't want to awaken Kathy with my head rhythmically bobbing against her so I did most of it with my tongue and lips, teasing the underside length of the shaft with my tongue while my lip curled around the underside of the helmet. It didn't take long for his cock to fill my mouth. It was fully engorged, hard as wood.
He pushed at my hip for me to turn on my side, so I did. The tip of his cock was slick with my saliva and slick clear drops of precum oozing out of the slit at the tip of his cock. He rubbed against my anus, pushed in gently, and slowly fucked me awake. It was the best waking dream ever: his hands on my hips, his cock in perfect tempo with my ass pushing against him.
For me, his dick is perfect: about my size, with maybe a little more girth, and curved slightly upward. The protruding base of his helmet slides over the top of my prostate so that every thrust sends a shockwave up my spine. When he thrusts deep and ejaculates, the head goes well above the prostate. I can feel hundreds of little electric volts as it throbs and pumps thick ropes of spunk deep inside me. He will thrust hard into me a few more times and that's when I shoot my load.
This time my warm load of semen spit out onto Kathy's hip. She mindlessly rubbed it into her skin as if it were a lotion. She never opened her eyes.
I drifted back to sleep, Jeff's arm around my waist, feeling warm semen drip down my ass onto the sheets.
We all got up late, had some toast and coffee, chatted about how much fun the night had been, then Kathy and I poured ourselves into our jerseys and rode the few miles uphill to our car. In spite of sleeping in kind of late, we were both exhausted.
Kathy looked at me as we turned left onto Jamboree. She was animated as she spoke, her hands moving in all directions at once. "Michael, babe, it was incredible watching you and Jeff last night. You were so, so hot!" She paused, then added, "I hope you want to do that again. I've never been so turned on... even when you're with another woman, it never, ever got me this sexually aroused, excited... do you want to do it again?" She was as much pleading with me as asking a question. "You do, don't you?"
"We fucked- well, he fucked me- this morning while you were still asleep. He came inside me; I had an orgasm, too."
"I thought so," she laughed, "I vaguely remember rubbing your cum over my body, like it was in a dream."
"Just your thighs, baby" I said, "you just rubbed it into your thighs like it was baby lotion or something. I was trying hard not to wake you up"
"It would have been ok if you had," she said, her voice tinted with disappointment, "in fact, I wish you had..." then silence.
"You want to maybe have him stay with us in a couple of weeks?" I asked, having contrition to a sin I hadn't known I'd committed. "See if he wants to ride Oaks, or maybe Weir Canyon? Go to Reunion for lunch and order from Yung's with Door Dash in bed for diner?"
The scene played sensually in her mind for a minute so I was off the hook- more or less. "For a whole weekend," she whipped back, "and I get to watch everything. Every! Thing!"
I know how much I enjoy her sharing unencumbered carnal pleasures with other men and women, and I knew she loved to watch other women have casual sex with me, but sexual pleasure with a man? Up util last night it had never occurred to me that watching me with another man would get her off, but there it was. She didn't want to miss a thing, I guess. And now I know. In fact, I know a lot more this morning that I did yesterday. I know what most men will never know: a man's cock feels good inside any human cavity.
"When is Steve supposed to be here?" I asked. I knew it was coming up quick.
"Not until mid November; he'll be here and around SoCal for a few weeks. Some new acquisition in The Valley."
"We'll be in Vegas next weekend, with Phil and Emily," he said, picturing her exquisite body impaled on his cock. Maybe he could impale himself on Phil's while the girls have some fun. Pure musings.
"So it will have to be in three weeks, if I'm counting right, or not until well after Thanksgiving."
"So, you wanna invite him then?" she said in excited anticipation. She really liked this threesome and I liked most of it, especially his cock, but there's more to casual recreational sex than just dicks and places to put them. It's as much about what shouldn't, or more to the point, what simply can't ever, happen.
I did, he agreed, and we were both excited. Who knows were this might lead? To be honest, there was no 'might' about it; it was going to lead somewhere
He pulled into our driveway on that Friday in the late afternoon.
"We've got time for a ride," I said, "if you're up to it."
"Weir?" he replied, "you up to that? I haven't done that in years."
"I'm game." Weir Canyon is not technical, until it is. It's about a ten mile loop from Robber's Roost, which is a short ride from our house. Several steep rockfalls, some tight turns and uphill switchbacks make it a challenge, but most riders with moderate skills could manage it well.
"I used to ride this all the time," he said as we puffed our way up from the school. "Lived in the flats above the river going to Canyon JC." So he was more or less from this area.
"How has it changed?" I asked.
"Well, let's see," he laughed, "most of these houses," he fanned his arms around,"weren't here."
I laughed. "Our place was built in the early '80's."
"That would be about right," he laughed as we crested the fire trail leading up to Flagpole and the entrance to the Weir Canyon trail. "Your place is really cute, great view of the reservoir and golf course."
