Bombshell in the Berkshires - Sex Stories

Bombshell in the Berkshires

... penis, not the least bit excited, all just potential energy at the moment. Odd nerve endings were starting to fire in my own body. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Barb checking out my buddy's body carefully.

Both Roger and I are in our forties, with bellies to match, but taut rather than flabby. We're working men types, with a fair amount of body hair. I gazed with affection at Roger's crotch thicket.

Unprompted, Roger unwrapped me as well, until both of us were facing each other, warm and almost comfortable in front of the fireplace.

"What might happen next?" Barb's voice was low, urging, her eyebrows raised. "How do you start?"

There was no stopping at this point. I now felt I had a better idea of what she wanted.

I reached underneath Roger's package and began to rummage, hand shifting between balls and penis.

Progress was slow but linear, and in a few minutes, due mostly to the fact that we had done this dance together dozens of times before, although not for some time, he got a nice erection going, not fully hard, but enough to push forward at maybe a fifty-degree angle.

I stepped back and all eyes in the room landed in on that one irresistible focal point.

God, he looked good.

Penis sticking out of that groin forest. Potential energy cycle started, the clock would need just a little more winding before it would tell time.

Roger was careful not to look at Barb, but basically did the same thing to me, until my own erection was unmistakable ...

... out there in the open.

So now there were two hardened penises in the cozy, overheated living room.

I like to see an erection out in the open. I like even better to see two, especially if I'm the owner of one of them.

I was keenly aware of Barb's eyes on me. I had told her what we did, what we most liked, there were not going to be any surprises tonight, except that previously her awareness had only been second-hand.

I didn't know what she was hoping to gain. Was she going to be grossed out? Disgusted? Or just wanted to see us operate as a pair? It didn't matter really, all this was done at her request.

I knelt on the thick rug we had in front of the fireplace, glad it was fairly soft underneath for my knees, and took Roger's penis into my mouth.

His cock was warm and soft and in that rubbery not-fully-hard phase that is so sweet. I rolled his cock head around in my mouth, licked the shaft from balls to tip, tried to forget for a moment that I was being watched. By an eagle. I almost succeeded.

So what's it like to have your wife watch you suck another man's cock?

I can't really say. I tried to turn off the part of my mind that knew I was being witnessed, at least for the moment, and just gave into those lovely feelings of power and arousal that take place anytime you have an erection making a good home for itself in your mouth. Where you can let your tongue slide around a bunch of nerve endings that you know are guaranteed to please your penis-partner. ...