I was bent over the bed with my legs spread and my palms flat against the mattress, looking at my reflection in the mirror on the wall behind the bed.
Harry Holmes, my new trick, was kneeling on the floor behind me, eating my ass while Nikki Berlusconi watched.
Nikki was a slender young black woman with long kinky black hair and skin the color of coffee with cream. She was naked, showing off her beautiful little pear-shaped breasts, shaved crotch, and the narrow strip of close-cropped hair stretching from her bikini line to her tiny little pussy lips.
Harry was a big hairy muscular stud with a long thick dick. I was built like a college wrestler with short blond hair, blue eyes, and an oversized pole rising from my shaved crotch.
"Oh my God!" Nikki fingered her pussy roughly while she watched Harry's tongue playing over my asshole.
The cum was boiling in my nuts when a big deep angry male voice roared, "What the fuck is going on here?"
In the mirror, I saw Nikki jerk like she'd received an electric shock while Harry jumped to his feet. They both turned to face the door. I stood up, feeling naked and vulnerable.
Tony Berlusconi, Nikki's husband, was standing there. He was an investment banker, but looked like a Mafioso straight from Central Casting: in his mid-20s, tall and solidly built, with brown eyes, olive skin, thick black hair, and strong Italian features. His face was red and his hands were balled into fists. "Well?" he demanded, taking a step toward Nikki. "What are you doing?"
She held her ground with her feet planted widely apart and her arms folded, glaring back at Tony. "Watching Harry and Charlie having sex."
"What?" Tony took another step. Harry and I moved to flank Nikki, taking stances like cavemen protecting their woman. "You're standing her naked with two guys and you're just watching?" He looked at me. "I know you're gay..." He turned to Harry. "But you?"
"Bi," Harry said calmly. "You got a problem with that?"
"Yeah. When you're fucking my wife."
"I'm having sex with Charlie," Harry answered. "Nikki is just watching."
"Oh sure. Like I should believe that."
"Why not?" Nikki said. "You've watched lesbians having sex."
Tony looked startled. "No. I've never--"
Nikki stamped a bare foot on the thick carpet. "Oh come on! Your buddy Paul got drunk at our wedding and told me about the live sex show he arranged for your bachelor party."
"No." Tony shook his head violently. "Paul babbles when he's drunk. Makes things up..."
"I believed him. Three woman. Mouths, fingers, dildos and butt plugs. Even a strap-on."
Tony put his hands down, looking defeated. "Okay. But it didn't mean anything. Just a guy thing."
"Well, this is a girl thing." Nikki walked up to Tony and put her hands on his hips. "We get just as horny as men."
"Uh..."
"Anyway..." Nikki plastered her body against Tony, flattening her breasts against his chest and grinding her vulva into his crotch. "You and the boys were having a stag night: playing poker, smoking cigars, drinking whisky... and talking about pussy."
"Hey, not true." He caressed her sculpted buttocks. "Brady, yeah. But Adam and Karl are gay. They're not interested in pussy."
"You abandoned us girls. So, we had our own party." She kissed him briefly on the lips. "This place has some great champagne. We got all giggly... Linda and Janna started making out with Alexia."
Harry and I exchanged a look. We'd both lost our erections and had been silently watching Nikki and Tony, ready to jump in if things got rough. Harry was looking cautiously relieved. I guess I was too, because he smiled at me.
"What happened then?" Tony was trying to sound casual, but I could tell he had a big bulge in his pants. Did you--"
Nikki giggled. "No, silly. I'm not into girls." She paused. "But the three of them were tempting. If I was going to switch teams, I'd sure do it with them."
"I decided I'd just go to bed." Nikki pulled slightly away from Tony and put her hand on his crotch. "But then I saw Charlie and Harry from the balcony. Harry was standing in front of the great room's big window and Charlie was sucking his cock."
Harry's and my rods hardened as we watched Nikki unfasten Tony's belt. "I couldn't help playing with my pussy--on my knees with my panties pulled to the side--while I watched them." She opened his fly and took his hard cock out. It was big and fat.
"Then Harry told Charlie, 'I'm going to fuck your ass.'" Nikki fondled Tony's swollen pole. "That got me so fucking horny... And you'd watched lesbians... I figured it was my turn, watching a pair of gay studs." She looked into his eyes while jacking his stiff dick. "That's fair, don't you think?"
"Uh..." Tony looked like he was close to coming. "Yeah, I guess so."
"Good." Nikki released Tony's throbbing pole. "I bet you'd like more than a hand job."
"Well, sure. It feels great, but I can jack myself off. Your hand isn't as good as your mouth or pussy."
"How about my ass?"
"What?" Tony looked shocked.
"You want it. Those times you've asked... You said you were joking, but I knew better."
"You've always said my cock was too big for your tight little asshole."
"Well..." Nikki turned around, bent over, and waved her naked butt at Tony. "Maybe not."
"Are you serious?"
Nikki smiled at Harry's and my towering erections and winked. "Yeah. But there's a price."
"What?" Tony stepped behind Nikki and pressed his stiff deck between her buns.
She pulled away, turned to face him, and curled her fingers around his hard-on. "You go first."
He looked confused. "You mean I fuck your butt FIRST? What happens after that."
"No. YOU get buttfucked first."