AUTHOR'S NOTE: This story contains themes of same-sex sensuality, both male and female. It contains MM nude submission wrestling and other forms of adult erotica. If you do not find such concepts enticing, scintillating or erotic, well then don't read it. If you are interested, please read on! And if you enjoy it please give it a high rating.
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This was my wife's idea, and I'm not really sure where it's going. I'm standing awkwardly next to a guy I know kinda casually, but just recently learned a lot more about. I already knew he was a few inches taller than me, but I just learned that he's a few inches longer, too.
Were both naked, and our wives are rubbing mineral oil on our backs. They both complain that they are out of oil and step to the small metal table off the edge of the blue mats on the floor to grab the bottles and of course talk. Presumably about us. They giggle a little as they whisper, hugging each other with familiar ease, leaving oily smears on shoulders and arms as they huddle up. My wife is the short curvy redhead siren in a green bikini, his wife is the tall raven-haired beauty in the red bikini.
That's pretty much how we described them the day Mike and I accidentally met. My wife has had a couple of female lovers since she and I have been together, but this past year she seemed to be going out with a girl a little more frequently. She and I have always had a healthy sex life, but she has always kept her saphic side well segmented from our relationship, an occasional fling here and there with an old flame or a new friend.
She would always tell me about it, occasionally during sex, and recently I could definitely smell the unmistakable musk of another woman on her fingers and mouth. I thought it was so hot kissing her, and sucking her fingers while she rode me. She always turned me down, though, when I mentioned the possibility of a threesome, saying something like "It wouldn't work out, you'd end up feeling left-out, or jealous."
One day I decided to go out to the same club I knew she was meeting her friend at. It wasn't really against the rules or anything, but I admit I felt like I was sneaking after her. I was partly curious, I wanted to meet her girl-friend, but I was also horny--and really wanted to see them together so I could visualize better during sex or when I beat off.
The club was fairly empty on a Wednesday night, and there was another guy at the bar, turned around on his stool like I was, watching the girls dance. He had one arm up on the bar holding a nearly empty glass of beer, and he had an obvious bulge in his pants as he watched.
He groaned as they kissed and caressed each other, and my wife brazenly slid her hand up under the other girls skirt, her fingernails sliding over the other the other woman's thigh., higher..higher..until I could see Lacey black panties beneath my wife's hand.
I'm not really sure if I was showing off, or being defensive, but I said "that's my wife dancing with that tall, raven haired beauty." He looked a little shocked, and took a drink, presumable to cover his embarrassment, then said "and that's MY wife, dancing with the curvy red-headed siren."
I ordered two more beers and invited him over to watch the show. "It seems our wives are lovers" I said as offered him a beer. "I kinda snuck out to see them together" I admitted, "Have you ever...?" I left the question unfinished, suddenly unsure of what I was asking. He shook his head as he swallowed a drink, "No, no. She has danced with a couple girls when she and I have been out dancing and drinking, but this is the first time like this....I kinda snuck over here too..."
We ate the bar's pop-corn and drank beer as the girls danced together in a steamy display of flashing thighs, heaving cleavage, and lipstick exchange. Their skirts got hiked higher and higher and they ground against each others' thighs as they kissed and groped each other brazenly. After a few more dances together they came over and sat on our laps, squirming sexily as they talked to each other. They kinda ignored us, playfully treating us like furniture as punishment for spying on them. We both enjoyed it though, watching as they flirted with one another, and kissed and fondled each other while the bartender and few patrons watched. It was a bit of a fantasy-come-true for both of us guys, getting to watch our wives together, and we both shared happy glances with each other as we pondered the possibilities.
I had major wood under my wife's shapely ass by the time she stood up and said "Well, since you are here I know the house is empty...be a darling and give us a few hours before coming home?" and just like that they walked out, giggling to themselves arm in arm, leaving us both rock-hard on our barstools.
We turned around to try to hide our rampant erections under the bar and speculated on watching our wives dance together, discussing and daydreaming about them dancing in less clothing, or lingerie, or even nude! The more we drank, and the more we talked, the wilder our speculations became. We both blurted out "Or nude wrestling!" and then laughed as we got carried away with other ideas like putting on a private sex show, or maybe a public one. We hinted at threesomes, and foursomes, or even wife swapping. Making jokes and hints while we kinda got a feel for each others' boundaries, and wondered if the girls would EVER be up for anything...new.
Over the next two weeks the only action either of us got was purely speculative, as we spent several nights watching the girls dance, and talking as we waited to go home. Two weeks is a long damn time to be hard so often, and not get any relief. I was popping Tylenol on a regular basis for my blue-balls, and so was Mike. We both agreed that something needed to change.
That's pretty much how we ended up here, standing naked and half-oiled. Seems both Mike and I mentioned the possibility of nude wrestling, and this is how the girls chose to act on it. They made it clear that if Mike and I played nice together ("very nice!" they both exclaimed) then they would let us join them. Oh they joked about how maybe only the winner should get to join them, or maybe only if we still had enough stamina after wrestling, but they were both obviously turned-on by their ideas, and Mike and I were a little desperate. Ok, a LOT desperate.
My wife, Shelly, sauntered towards me, her buxom figure swaying sexily, her nipples obviously hard beneath her emerald bikini. She paused in front of me, squirting some baby oil into her palm as she eyed my naked body, her gaze traveling down to my hanging cock. I'm a pretty big guy, six foot one, toned from running and basketball, and my wife likes to joke that I'm hung like a bull. My cut cock is about average length, around 6 1/2 inches, but is abnormally thick. It's a bit thicker than a Red Bull can (hence the joke) with a huge flared head that looks a little..beastly.
My lovely wife looks at me with a soft smile and a strange expression on her face, and my cock twitches a little under her mysterious gaze. "mmm..you do look good today" she says, watching my cock as it hangs full and heavy from my trimmed bush "but today is all about...trying ...new...things." She walks past me with her palm full of oil and starts rubbing it on Mike's chest.
Mike looks back and forth between me and my wife, as if to ask if this is ok, and frankly I'm somewhere between a little jealous, and a little turned on to see my wife massaging oil all over another man. She seems to really be enjoying rubbing his pecs, and she tweaks his nipples playfully. Mike is about six foot four inches tall and pretty strong looking. I'm a bit nervous about wrestling him, and can't help but wonder how competitive we will really be.
Mike looks a little unsure how to handle my wife's attentions, and I wonder how he feels about all this, but when I look down I can easily tell he's into it. We are standing side by side and I have a clear view between him and my wife, and his long cock is slowly levering up as we all watch. He seems fully hard pretty quick and he's got to be about 9-10 inches long, and is completely clean-shaven. His cock looks almost as disproportionately long as mine does wide...he's got to be a bit skinnier than average and a lot longer ...he's got full, ropy veins that plump up as he gets harder and his long shaft reaches between them until his cockhead is touching the smooth skin of my wife's belly.
I feel an oily hand caress my chest and look up to see Victoria pouring her palmful of oil down my torso. She starts rubbing the oil over my chest, getting lower and lower, rubbing my belly, letting the oil drip into my pubes, mirroring my wife's actions on Mike. They both stop at the same time and then step behind us, squirting more oil on our backs until I can feel it dripping down the crack of my ass. She rubs oil onto my palms, down my legs and feet, and then she starts rubbing my ass in a slippery erotic massage that has me fully hard in no time. I watch as Mike's long cock waves back and forth as my wife massages his ass, and suddenly I feel Veronica's slippery finger delve deeper in my crack and start rubbing the tight sphincter of my ass!
She squirts more oil down my back and it runs down my ass until her hand is just slipping between my cheeks in the kinkiest massage I've ever had. She rubs my quivering asshole, massages my peri-area, and cups my balls from behind in long, firm, oily strokes. "Mike is a tremendous wrestler" she whispers huskily as her oily finger presses small circles over my ass-hole. "He was famous in high school" she continues, her finger pressing harder and harder as she concentrates on the tight muscles of my sphincter, pressing oil just inside "for pinning his opponents fast" she whispers as she slides her finger deep inside me in one smooth oily motion "and hard."
This is definitely a new one for me. I admit I've fingered myself a few times, and I even used one of my wife's little vibrators once, but no one else has ever touched me there before. I've definitely wished my wife would once or twice, but was always afraid to suggest it. Veronica wraps her other hand around my throbbing cock and rubs the oil up and down my shaft. Her hands are bigger than my wife's and her fingers come closer to touching around my shaft as she slowly strokes the oil up and down, while her finger makes small motions in my ass.
Shelly is watching Veronica oil me up, and she matches her strokes in time. I watch as her hand slides up Mikes shaft, my wife's fingers rippling over the ropy veins, mineral oil drips from her fingers and his cock. I throb in Veronica's hand as both girls move their hands to oil our balls. Veronica wiggles her finger of her other hand in my ass and then starts moving it in firm, massaging strokes. She massages my balls, and rubs the area behind my sac, massaging my prostate from both the inside and outside at the same time. I watch as a big bead of pre-cum wells up in the slit of my cock-head, moaning as her fingers milk me.
