It doesn't matter how we got here. He is nameless; faceless. All that mattered is he is here, and you are readying yourself to suck his cock.
No introductions; no kissing; no formalities. As soon as he walks into our bedroom, you approach him, drop to your knees, and run your hand over the bulge in his well-worn jeans. Without a word and with an urgency that betrays a mixture of anxiety and lust, and slightly shaky hands, you unbutton and unzip his jeans and reach into his shorts, pulling his cock out in front of you.
For a moment, you stare, about to suck another man's cock for the first time. As you eye the skin, the veins, the tip of the shaft already glistening with precum as you lightly squeeze it in your hand, you remind yourself that you want this. And I want this. And you're damned sure he wants this too.
His cock feels foreign in your hand—a little longer and thicker than mine, just different enough to notice. You take a deep breath, swallow your remaining fear and doubt, and plunge your lips right onto his cock. With the same zeal that you've sucked my cock a thousand times, you work up and down his length, sucking his balls, and grasping the base with your left hand, working it up and down as your head bobs on his cock. His moans tell you that you're doing a good job.
While you work him, you reach up and grab the top of his jeans and shorts, pulling them down to his ankles. He steps over them and kicks them to the side, while pulling his shirt over his head. He is around 6 feet—a few inches shorter than me—and his body is fit and muscular but not overdone. His is the body of someone who keeps himself in good shape but isn't a narcissistic gym rat. As you keep working on him, his cock starts glistening from the mix of your saliva and his precum. The longer you suck him off, the more the doubts melt away and the lust takes over—the excitement of giving head to another guy. You move your right hand below your waist and up your simple little summer skirt, as you slide your finger under your tanga panties and start rubbing your now very wet clit. It almost embarrasses you how wet you are—after all, you're not supposed to like it this much, are you? You give a low groan through your otherwise occupied mouth as your finger touches your clit and you feel the sensation, causing you to close your eyes and shutter ever so slightly. Then you look back over your shoulder at me, sitting on the chair, watching you work him.
I, too, feel conflicted. Of course I don't want you giving head to some other guy. But I do. In my fantasy I do. And I know you do to. And that is why we're where we are, with you deep throating this guy while I sit on the chair naked and slowly stroke my own cock and watch you work. Once my lust kicks in, I, too, forget the doubts and instead get wrapped up in the moment of the threesome, and the thought of a whole lot of sucking and fucking. I can't wait to join in, but for now I just enjoy the sight.
You can tell you've got him turned on, as he grabs your long, straight, dark brown hair and moves your head to fuck your mouth. But you have other plans. You pull off of him, stand up, and strip. In an instant, your skirt, panties, tank top, and bra are on a pile on the floor beside you. You stand there briefly, your petite naked body and C-cup breasts glistening ever so slightly from the light sweat that comes from your excitement and anticipation. You climb on the bed on all fours, lifting your ass high in the air and inviting him to fuck your pussy, slick from your hand working ever more urgently on your clit. He takes his place behind you and slowly slides his cock into your pussy.
