Our New Experience

"Uuuuuhhhhh," I let out a raspy moan as my hand works my shaft. I'm naked. Sitting on the couch. My Astroglide coated cock is gleaming in front of me. Rigid. Red. It feels so good as my hand slides up it. Over the flared head. Milking out another drop of my precum.

"Feel good, honey," my wife asks from the chair in front of me. She's leaned back. One of her tits is uncovered, the nipple stiff and erect as she squeezes it. Her slip is hiked up around her hips so that her other hand can lazily stroke her slit. She's wet. Very wet.

She gestures with her chin to the side of me and asks, "Isn't this hot, baby?"

I'd been keeping my eyes forward for the past few minutes. I agreed to this but...I'm still not sure if I ready for it. I look down at my painfully hard penis and then slowly allow my eyes to drift to my left.

Next to me on the couch, Michael is also naked. His head is leaned back as he works himself. As his hand slides up and down. One hand absentmindedly plays with his left nipple. A long string of precum drips from his hole as he works the blunt head. He looks big. Maybe not longer than me, but thick. Manly.

His hand drifts down from his chest to rub between his legs. To play with his large, heavy looking testicles. He groans and widens his legs. His leg touches mine and I inhale sharply, still working myself. I hear Christine gasp.

Looking over I see her eyes wide and fixated on the place where we touch. Michael lets out a low moan. "Oh, god," I whisper as my hand speeds up on my shaft.

Christine makes eye contact with me. We hold if for a long beat, both of us masturbating as we look in each others eyes. Then she gives me a subtle nod. I'm nervous but...I know what she wants.

My left hand leaves my inner thigh and tentatively moves left. I rest it on Michael's thigh. He starts stroking his slick cock faster as I kneed the flesh there. I hear Chistine moan as I straighten my fingers out and slide my hand up and over through the patch of hair above his manhood. Michael lets out a gasp.

"Ohhhhhhh. Do it baby," my wife whispers. I slide my hand down slowly until I feel the base of his cock against my hand. He's jerking it so fast now. I slide my hand gently side to side, feeling how thick and stiff his shaft feels between my thumb and forefinger. Then I slowly close my hand around him.

"Oh, fuck," he moans as he raises his arms, puts them on the back of the couch, and my hand glides up another man's cock for the very first time. It feels like I have tunnel vision. Like all I can see is that fat cock in my hand, although I do hear Christine hiss, "yes," from the chair. I can faintly hear the sound of her fingering herself as she watches. She sounds so wet.

At first I can't take my eyes off it. Off of me jerking another man off. But then I lean my head back, close my eyes and just enjoy the sensation. The sensation of his throbbing cock in one hand, and mine in the next. My fingers gliding up and down. Over the crowns. The wetness of our precum coating my fingers and palm. My cock feels so good, but there's also something intoxicating about working his thick member. Feeling it strain against my touch. Feeling it pulse with the hints of impending orgasm.

Christine breaks my reverie. "Fuuuuuuck. So hot," she gasps. My eyes focus on her across from us. She's now fully fucking herself. Working two fingers in and out with a steadily increasing speed. Michael is breathing heavily now. His hips are rising and falling in a fucking motion as I work him. I think he's getting close.

Suddenly he moans out and his hand darts across towards me. I feel him grab ahold of my cock. Wrest it from my hand. It's my turn to moan. He starts stroking me fast and hard.

"Fuck. Oh fuck, oh fuck, of fuck," I chant as we work each other side by side on the couch. Both of our cocks are drooling. Our mouths hang open. Our abs are visibly contracting with the strain and effort.

Michaels eyes snap open wide. His mouth hangs open silently. He feels like he's rigid and vibrating in my hand until a sound of release leaps out of his mouth. He is thrusting into my hand again, his cock jerking wildly, as a thick white spray bursts out of him. Its more than I can take.

I instantly reach my orgasm. My cock leaps in his hand. A thick bead of cum oozes out first, but on the second contraction a stream launches across the room, painting Christine's leg. She shoves her fingers in deep and holds. She's cumming with us. This is what she wanted to see. This is her fantasy. Two men. Two big slick cocks. Pleasuring each other. Surrendering to the moment. Cumming.

Shot after shot of cum keeps rocketing out of him. Out of me. It feels like one of the longest orgasms of my life.

And then its over. Our hands are covered in each other's seed. Our thighs covered in our own. Our cocks, just beginning to lose their rigidity, loll obscenely in front of us, pulsing and wet with the last echoes of our orgasms.

Christine, breathing heavily, rises to her feet. She walks over, grabs by behind my neck, and pulls me in for a deep kiss.

"How was it, baby," she asks.

"Good," I reply shakily. "Was it what you wanted it to be?"

She smirks at me devilishly. "It was fucking hot baby. You were fucking hot. Thank you."

I know its going to take me a long time to process what we just did. To process that an hour go, I'd never made another man cum and now...I had. I also knew she'd want more.