As we traveled home from our honeymoon cruise I had time to review in my mind the varied situations I had experience. It wasn’t all that long ago, barely two years, that I first met Susan. I was a normal guy who tried to bed as many girls as I could. Susan was sexy, smart, and a fabulous package deal with her gorgeous girlfriend, Jill. I had double the pussy. Not bad!
Since then I have been led, step by step, into more adventures. First, tasting my cum fresh from Susan’s freshly fucked pussy. I mean, that was a bold move for a guy who had never before been so inclined. Then, really pushing things, sampling creampie from other guys as the girls shared their charms! Once persuaded, however, I found I liked dipping my tongue into their gaping pussies, giving my girls even more climaxes.
And our honeymoon was unconventional, to say the least. How many newly-wed couples bring along a girlfriend, I ask you. Two beautiful girls, two tight pussies. Two girls who love my cock and my tongue, and are also most adept at loving each other.
By then I wasn’t terribly surprised that a guy was invited to our honeymoon bed. The girls like sex, that’s for sure, and like to try out different guys. As for me, I’ve become accustomed to watching big cocks pump away in their pussies.
Don’t get me wrong, girls turn me on, guys don’t. And yet I liked sucking off that guy and loved the feeling of his big cock in my ass. Susan and Jill think it’s all great so I just accept how things are.
Back home we settled into a fairly domestic routine. Of course some adjustments were needed as I moved into Susan’s condo. I junked most of my stuff so there were mostly just some clothes to move. I correctly assumed that the three of us would share the master bedroom. We purchased a king bed to replace the smaller queen.
Given our living arrangement we kept a low profile around our neighbors but it didn’t take too long for gossip to start. Newlyweds plus one. The guys seemed to wear a bit of smile when we visited. And the women looked the girls up and down and gave me appraising looks. Par for the course. I didn’t mind and the girls didn’t either.
Susan turns 25 next week and gains access to a large portion of her trust. She showed me the paperwork and it blew me away. She, now we, are very wealthy. If I had any reason before to keep her satisfied, I sure did now.
“Honey, you remember on the cruise, when Steve was fucking you?” Susan asked one day as the three of us sat around.
“Of course, how could I forget?”
She laughed. “I suppose not. Well, anyway, he said you had the perfect ass for fucking. You remember that?”
“Yeah. And?”
“Well, it got me to thinking. You know Jill and I like bringing other guys to our bed. Many other guys. That hasn’t been a problem. But it’s not as easy now to find the right guy, someone who doesn’t get all uptight. You know, someone who would be interested in not only fucking Jill and me, but also playing with you.”
“Oh, I see. Someone who might suck my cock or fuck me?”
“Precisely. I just loved watching that guy on the cruise fuck you. It was such a turn on seeing you take his big cock. You have such a sexy ass. Of course Jill and I would also want him to eat lots of pussy and fuck us really good.”
“You know I only did that because it’s what you wanted, something special for our honeymoon.”
“You know I really didn’t pressure you all that much. Maybe you just needed a little push to do what you secretly want to do. And we all had fun, you included. By now you know we need other cocks to help keep us girls satisfied. And if we find the right guy, then when Jill and I do our loving you can have fun too.”
What Susan wants, Susan gets. She and Jill embarked on an odyssey to find that perfect guy.
Over the next few months several auditioned in our bed with mixed results. Poor stamina, small cock, didn’t like me being around, not good at eating pussy. One guy looked good until he refused to eat creampie. And none of them stayed around long enough to do things with me.
“Well, my cock album added more pages. That’s about all I can say about this last bunch of guys. God, the male population is sure going to pot.”
“You girls don’t know how special I am,” I bragged. “Here you go out shopping for the perfect guy but none can perform like me.”
“I know it, Bobby, that’s why I married you. No way I was going to let you get away. I suppose now I should appreciate all your talents even more.”
“I’m glad both your pussies are still so tight. I mean, lots of cocks, some of them as big as me. And a bunch before we met.”
“Yeah, I like it snug, too,” my wife responded. “Jill and I do vagina exercises to help, plus all the regular exercising we do. We plan to do lots of fucking for a long time. You need to stay in shape so you can keep up.”
“You know, Susan, I can think of one guy that can help out,” Jill volunteered.
“Oh, and who’s that?”
“Steve, the guy from the cruise.”
“You know, you’re right. He fucked us great, ate pussy and creampie like a champ, and liked doing you, Bobby. What do you think?”
“Certainly better than the parade of guys that passed through here the last few months. I suppose if I have to make my ass available, he’s as good as any. But he could be anywhere.”
“Oh, what was his name? Do you remember, Jill?”
“Marshall, Madison, kind of presidential. I really don’t remember,” she scratched her head.
“Maybe it will come to us. You are right, Jill, he would be perfect. Absolutely perfect!”
****
“I got it. Steve Monroe. It just popped into my head,” Jill exclaimed. “From Connecticut.”
“Let’s do a people search and see if we can find him,” Susan said, sitting down at her computer.
“Oh, there’s a bunch here. How old do you think he is? Our age?”
“Maybe a bit older, but not much. Not thirty.”
“Here’s one. Correct age range. Lives in Sheldon, wherever that is.”
“Yeah, might be. You know, even if he’s the one, we really don’t know anything about him. It’s one thing to have a fling on a cruise but something else back home. We need to do some investigating.”
Susan filled me in on their discovery and their intent to get more information. Eventually the picture started to fill in. Steve was 27 and a financial advisor for a major investment company. A picture confirmed we had the right guy. Graduate from U of M, MBA. Obviously smart. Uh, oh, he’s married!
“How can that be? What married guy goes on a cruise all by himself? Obviously we have to do more checking,” I responded to this surprise.
“Yeah, but being married might not be all bad. He has a reason to be discrete,” Jill observed.