"I didn't know if you guys would show up or not," I said, smiling at Mike and his voluptuous wife.
"I wasn't sure she'd agree to come, either, but here she is."
Mike introduced me to his wife, who I'll call Carla. "I'm glad you did," I said, grinning at her. She was everything I had expected, and more. "I've enjoyed your photos, and I expect I'll enjoy the real thing even more. Jacking off is okay, but it doesn't provide the sexual highs one can get from the scent of an excited pussy... or the taste."
"You're a pig," Carla blushed. "Just like my husband," she continued, grinning as she stared at Mike.
"Guilty as charged, I agree," I said. "Shall we go inside? I rented us a room in the back."
We parked our cars outside our room, and went inside. The furniture was cheap and tacky, and I loved it. Just the kind of bed we could stain with all kinds of cum and no one could complain.
"Drink?" I asked, after returning with the bucket of ice. Carla was still wearing her blouse and skirt, but had kicked off her shoes and was sitting on the bed. I filled three glasses with Scotch and handed theirs to Mike and Carla.
"To hot sex," Mike toasted, and he and I clinked our glasses together. Reluctantly, Carla finally joined us, then stared at me over the edge of the glass as she sipped her drink.
"So how do you want to do this?" Mike asked, anxious to get started.
"If you'll allow me, Carla, I'd like to direct this scene, okay? You can think of yourself as an actress in an adult film if it will make you feel better. Okay?" I asked.
"I guess...." she replied nervously.
"Good. Okay, Mike, I'd like you to undress and sit in that chair in the corner. I want you to masturbate slowly while you watch us. Alright?"
"Sure! Sounds fine," Mike said, quickly taking off his clothes. When he was naked he leaned over and kissed Carla, saying, "God I love this, baby. Thank you for making a fantasy of mine come true."
Carla didn't reply. Instead she turned toward me, waiting for my direction.
"I'm going to undress now, too, Carla. And then I'm going to undress you. Sit back on the bed, with a pillow behind your back against the headboard. Yeah... like that. Now... unbutton your skirt. Loosen it at the side so you can get your hand down inside your waistband. Right, like that. Now touch yourself while you watch me, Carla. Look how hot this is making Mike. His cock is getting hard already," I said.
Carla looked over at Mike. His eyes were glazed with lust as he slowly stroked himself, grinning. He winked encouragement at Carla then, pointing his cock toward her, showing her his growing erection.
"You guys are sick," Carla smirked.
"And your point is?" I smirked. Then, "Touch yourself, Carla. Touch your pussy. Make it wet for me so I can smell it when I eat you," I said, unsnapping my jeans, unzipping them. My own cock was getting hard already, too, and I was anxious to show it to Carla. And Mike.
Carla watched me as I tugged off my polo shirt, her hand inside her skirt then as she watched me slowly stepping out of my jeans. I stood up and let her see the bulge of my cock and balls in the white satin briefs I'd chosen to wear for them. I tossed my jeans on the dresser, and walked over next to Mike.
"Take them off for her, Mike. Take my underwear off. Show your wife my cock," I said. He did as I requested, and when I stepped out of my underwear, Mike reached out and grasped my cock in front of his wife.
"Fucking queers," she smirked, but I noticed the steady movements of her fingers under her skirt as she masturbated.
"Queers? No. Bisexual, perhaps, but not queer, right, Mike?"
"Right," he answered, his voice cracked, filled with excitement. His fingers felt good on my cock, and I let him play with me for a moment. When I was hard, I turned to him and grinned. "I think that's enough. Carla's turn now," I said, withdrawing my cock from Mike's fingers. "But first, just a little added excitement for you before I eat and fuck your wife," I said, suddenly dropping to my knees. Before Mike could stop me I took his cock into my mouth and sucked it, feeling his balls as I did. I could taste his pre-cum lubricant, and it thrilled me. He groaned, and placed his hands on my head, pulling me into his body as I sucked his cock. And then I pulled away, grinning at him knowingly. I knew he'd enjoyed what I'd done as much as I, but now it was his wife's turn.
I walked around the bed, then crawled on next to Carla, making sure Mike could see what I was doing. I kissed Carla, letting her taste the remnants of her husband's cock on my tongue. She moaned softly, and I cupped her breast in my hand, squeezing gently. We finished kissing, and I pulled away a few inches, grinned at her, then reached behind her neck to untie her tank top. I told her to raise her arms, then pulled the top up over her head, and off. She was trembling slightly as I reached behind her and unhooked her bra, a large "four-snapper." Carla has magnificent breasts, very large, and when they were freed from the confinement of her bra, they jiggled like large mounds of jelly.
I leaned down and sucked one of her tits, gently biting on her nipple, tugging on it with my teeth as I felt it growing stiff between my lips. She moaned again, and I could feel her fingers moving faster now under her skirt. We continued like that for a few moments, and then backed away and told her to raise up. She did as I asked, and I pulled her skirt off. Her panties were pink nylon, and when her skirt was off I told her to spread her legs for me. She did as I asked, and I licked her thighs before burying my face in her pussy.
