When my wife was alive, she always thought it odd that Carol would talk casually at dinner parties about how horny she got from her hormone therapy. It was a little surprising to hear her comments while her husband John just smiled, but it always made me wonder what she’d be like in bed and even occasionally fantasize about hernd John inviting me to join them. So, it was tantalizing when Carol called a month or so after my wife’s death to invite me over to dinner. Of course, in the time since Danielle had died I’d had plenty of invitations to dinner, so it wasn’t out of line.
When I arrived, Carol was dressed in a top that exposed ample amounts of her breasts and tight pants that showed offer her gorgeous butt. She greeted me at the door with a long hug and a quick kiss on the lips. John came up and put his arm around my shoulder and steered me to the bar, where he poured me a bourbon on the rocks. He gave me a wink and said, “Drink up, it’s going to be a fun evening.”
As I entered the kitchen, where Carol was finishing dinner preparations, John headed off to another part of the house, leaving the two of us alone. Carol moved in close to me and placed a hand on my chest and her eyes locked in on mine. “You’ve heard me talk before about how horny I get at times,” she said, and I nodded. “John is great at satisfying my needs, but lately we’ve been talking about having another man join us. We thought you might be perfect.” She smiled coyly and waiting for some reaction from me. I paused just a second before my hand moved to her butt and pulled her into me so I could begin kissing her. She opened her mouth to allow my tongue to explore and her hand on my chest found my nipple and began squeezing it. How did she know I love nipple play, I wondered. My cock was quickly stiffening in my pants and Carol could clearly feel it pressing against her. She let out a soft moan and whispered, “I think we picked the right partner.” She slipped from my arms and moved a foot away. “I do have to mention one thing,” she said, pausing as she tried to think how to bring up a subject she though might be a a deal breaker. “John really wants someone who also will … well, we want someone to play with both of us.”
Little did she know that my fantasies about them had included sucking John’s cock and eating Carol’s pussy when his cock was sliding in and out of it. “That actually sounds like a great time,” I said, noticing John appearing at the doorway to the kitchen. He was smiling broadly and walked over to me and began kissing me much as Carol and I had been kissing moments before. He, too, gave my nipples attention and let a hand slide down to my now rock hard cock bulging in my pants. Carol moved in to join the fun and soon they had removed my pants and boxers. Both of them were running their lips and tongues along the shaft and taking turns licking the head while kissing each other.
Carol began taking my cock into her mouth deeper and deeper and John stepped back to remove his own pants. He moved back close to me and I reached out to stroke his cock to hardness. I loved the feel of his cock in my hand but paused to take a finger to collect some of his precum and bring it to my lips, licking it off the finger. John loved that simple action and kissed me, licking his own precum from my lips.
While he and I were kissing, Carol took each of our cocks in her hands and pulled them together so she could lick both of them and take both into her mouth at once. John and I paused to look down and admire her skill. “My wife,” John said, approvingly. “First one to cum in her mouth gets to fuck her first,” he challenged. We both began stroking our cocks. Then I noticed that he, too, had his free hand on a nipple and was squeezing it hard. Wow, I thought, this is going to be a fun relationship.
I was close to own my orgasm when John began shooting his load and Carol moved to take it all in her mouth. I watched in amazement at the amount of cum he was releasing and started wondering if I’d be able to take it all in my mouth when it was my turn to suck that beautiful cock. Just thinking about sucking his cock pushed me over the edge and I began pumping out a load of cum. It hit Carol’s face while she kept sucking dAs own John’s load. I aimed at her breasts and added more cum there.
“You’re going to have to clean that up,” Carol blurted, John’s cum spilling from her liips as she pointed at my cum on her face and breasts. I quickly moved to lick my own cum from her body, starting down near her waist and working my want up, giving special attention to her nipples before moving up to her face. Now I was licking up not only my own cum but some of John’s that had spilled from Carol’s lips. “Good boy,” she remarked before putting her lips on mine. We kissed intensely as her tongue pushed some of John’s cum into my mouth.
John had somehow kept a stiff cock and he was moving around behind Carol and sliding it into her wet pussy. I moved into a position where I could lick her pussy as his cock moved back and forth. My hand moved to massage his balls as I kept my tongue moving on her pussy and along the cock moving in and out of it. John briefly slid completely out of her and into my waiting mouth. “No way,” she cried out. “Put that cock back in me and make me cum as hard as you just came.” I moved away from her pussy and locked in on her breasts, sucking and licking and even biting her nipples. She cried out a bit as my teeth pinched a nipple but pushed my face deeper into her firm breasts. I could feel her excitement building and hear John’s thrusts slapping against her wetness. Carol began moaning loudly then let out a scream as ;she climaxed.
The three of us dropped to the floor of the kitchen.
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