Bombshell in the Berkshires - Sex Stories

Bombshell in the Berkshires

... this request, which had dozens of overtones. Might want to kiss me later? That at least meant she might want to be close to me. But not with the semen-in-the-mouth condition?

I am not sure that night I would have done anything she asked, but this request I could honor, however much it departed from the normal routine. Nine times out of ten, Roger and I would each take each other's spermload orally, that was usually our preferred outcome.

Roger and I decoupled, and I had him finish me off on his knees while I was standing with my back to the fireplace, nice heat on my bum. Barb got a good look of me pushing my prick into Roger's mouth, my quivering ass cheeks while I divested, my head thrown back, Roger's handiwork in action. My whole body shook with the climax.

I had Roger lay down on the rug, his cock impossibly hard, and while facing Barb, I stroked him to completion, one hand on his cock, the other cupping and caressing his balls, until I fetched a nice shower of sperm out onto his hairy belly, a pool filling his navel. We were both pretty sweated up.

The room was quiet while both of us stared at Roger's sperm mess. Barb got up from her seat.

"Stay there, I'll be right back."

She came back with two face-towels from the bathroom. She handed me one and helped with mop-up operations herself, a slight smile of amusement on her face as we cleaned up the semen. Roger's expression was a bit undone.

She stood up, looking at both of us, then laughed ...

... quietly.

"Sorry Roger, I know that's not how you usually finish yourselves. I appreciate you both for honoring my wishes."

She looked at each of us with a gleam in her eyes. "That was actually pretty hot."

She sat down again. "You guys looked good. And I've never seen gay sex before."

Roger's face scrunched up and he was just about to shout "not gay" when Barb held up her hand.

"Right. Gotcha. Not 'gay' it is. But still nice." This was accompanied by an earnest stare at my buddy.

"Nice as in arousing." She smiled. "Two nice looking guys. One of them I claim as my own."

We were quiet for a moment while the fire crackled.

"Okay, here's my proposition, and you can take it or leave it as you wish." The evenness and earnestness of her words took us by surprise, low and quiet and serious. She looked at Roger.

"I want to take my husband to bed. I wouldn't mind if you joined us, but I don't want to ask you to do something you don't want to do."

She read the alarm on Roger's face. "Carrie's okay with this, I've checked. She just doesn't want to know about it. Really about any sex not with her, she just doesn't want to know. And no, you won't be coupling with me, I will not do that with anyone but him." Her thumb jerked in my direction. If there was any judgment in her voice I couldn't detect it, more just a statement of her own principles. Her limits maybe.

She had seen me shoot my sperm into Roger's mouth. Seen me lick Roger's unit and then stroke him off. His ...