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This is part twenty-seven of my adventures in the early nineties with an older gay man, his friends, and several strangers. Check my post history for earlier installments of the story of an older man’s toy.
“I’ve got something new for you tomorrow night,” Blaise told me at lunch Monday. “A married couple wants a private show, street clothes.”
“Married as in man and woman?” I asked. “That is new.”
“The wife actually called,” he explained. “She said her husband was curious and had been to a show with a friend. It sounds like she’s supportive, like she’s OK with him trying things out. But she wants to be involved. She wants to see what he sees in you, or something. I don’t know. She got kind of fuzzy there.”
Blaise rolled his eyes.
“Anyway, they’ll be at the Lodge at 7 tomorrow for a standard street clothes private show,” he said.
I greeted Melissa and John at the door in a blue button-down and jeans.
After the normal pleasantries, I sat them down with a couple drinks and asked John which show he had seen and what he wanted to see again.
I recognized John. He had been to most of my shows for nearly a year. And, he had been one of my first private clients. I didn’t say anything. He only said that he had seen my most recent street clothes show with a friend from work and wanted to see that again. He was in khakis and a button-down, not having changed after work, I assumed.
“I also want to see what he enjoyed so much about your show,” Melissa chimed in. She was attractive, in her early thirties, tanned. Her shoulder length hair was dirty blond at the roots but was bleached much lighter by sun and chlorine. She liked to show off her body. She wore a thin cotton halter that tied around the back of her neck and bared her shoulders and back. The fabric was thin enough to allow her erect nipples to push out for all to see. Her breasts were fairly average, maybe C cups. But her nipples were noticeable, though I doubted they were erect yet. Her round, small ass was barely covered by the high-waisted shorts that left her legs bare to her leather sandals.
“We want to start exploring some new territory, possibly including a third party,” she said.
“A third party?”
“We’re thinking about trying a threesome,” she explained. “But we don’t know any men who would be OK with that. All our friends are either straight or gay. John heard that you were bisexual. So, ….”
I started unbuttoning my shirt while she spoke. Melissa stopped talking when I popped the button on my jeans.
Both John’s and Melissa’s eyes were burning a trail down my torso from my neck to my now open jeans.
“So, … are you looking for this to go farther than a private strip show?” I asked as I slid my hand over my bulge to grab and pull it for them.
“Well,” she licked her lips. “John heard that you sometimes help people with — um — intimacy problems.”
“Some of my clients have reported increased passion with their partners after watching one of my performances,” I said. “The handful of couples I’ve performed for certainly seemed to be affected in a positive manner.”
“Part of the purpose for these private shows is to allow my audience to do whatever they wish while they watch,” I explained as I let my shirt slide off my shoulders. “Feel free to take care of yourselves or each other. Complete privacy is the primary reason for these personal sessions.”
I made a show of eyeing John closely.
“I can see you’re already hard, John,” I said. “Get it out if you want.”
Melissa kept her eyes glued to my own bulge as her husband snapped out of his trance and unfastened his khakis to pull his stiff six-inch cock out. He began stroking it slowly as I unzipped my jeans. I was a little surprised that he was so ready to whip it out and start jacking it with his wife sitting right beside him.
Melissa licked her lips when I pushed my jeans down enough to show my black bikini with a bit of red fluff peeking out of the top. She clearly wasn’t the least bit concerned with what her husband was doing.
After I pushed my jeans down and stepped out of them, I straightened up to give the couple full view of my arching cock within the tight confines of my too-small bikini underwear.
I grabbed and massaged my cock and balls through the cotton fabric as they both watched mesmerized.
“Who wants to pull them down?” I asked.
Melissa’s eyes darted up to mine for a second before dropping back to my nearly exposed cock.
John’s eyes never left my groin. He just kept stroking his own cock, his jaw slack.
Melissa lifted a hand automatically at first, then stopped.
“Can I?” she asked, looking back up at my face.
I stepped close and she grabbed the black strings on either hip and pulled. I was a little more than half-hard and sprang out at her face. She jumped back with a gasp, her eyes wide.
“Mmmh,” John moaned.
Melissa bit her bottom lip.
I started slowly caressing it along the shaft with the fingers of one hand. As it grew, bursa escort I grabbed my balls with the other hand and began kneading them.
In a few seconds I was almost completely hard and grabbed my cock in my fist to start a full-on skin-tugging stroke.
Melissa pushed one hand into her halter to begin kneading and caressing a nipple. John was mirroring my movements on his own cock. I could see both their chests rising and falling more prominently.
“Are either of you interested in anal?” I asked, continuing to stroke and knead my cock. “John, do you want to see my butt plug?”
“Yes,” he said hoarsely.
I turned around and bent over to flash my blue-jeweled plug. I slid my fingers up from my balls to push the plug in a bit and let it push back out to its normal position.
“Ooh,” Melissa breathed.
John let out a small moan.
I straightened up and turned back around to continue massaging my cock for them. By then Melissa had spread her legs and was rubbing her own crotch slowly.
“I don’t mind if you give yourself some breathing room, Melissa,” I said, nodding at her hand-covered crotch. “Or would you like me to do it for you?”
Her eyes went wide and she slowly lifted her eyes from my stiffening cock to my face.
“What?” she asked, slack jawed.
“Stand up and let me undress you.”
She didn’t speak or move her eyes from my face. She just stood up slowly in one fluid motion.
I reached around her neck and untied her halter. Before it fell to release her breasts, I was untying the back tie and then dropped the thin fabric on the floor beside us. I looked down at her tanned breasts. They were round with no tan lines and her areola were dark pink.
I slid the back of one finger up and down her erect right nipple before squatting to her waist.
I unbuttoned her shorts and pulled her zipper down slowly. She made a slight movement and the shorts loosened so I could gently push them over her round hips.
I found a tight string bikini not unlike the one I’d just taken off. Hers, though, was sheer and silky. I could see her landing strip of light brown pubic hair through the polyester.
I slid my fingers under the string and slowly pushed the thin fabric down her tan legs. As I did so, I leaned in to make sure she felt my hot breath against her smooth skin. Melissa stepped out of her bikini automatically, pulling her feet out of her sandals at the same time.
I stood up and leaned back onto my chair, assuming my usual private show position, and went back to stroking my now stiff and throbbing cock.
Melissa slowly lowered herself back down to the chair and lifted her left leg onto the arm of the chair. The effect was a perfect spread that gave me a wonderful view of her wet and swelling labia. An instant later she had a hand on her sex and began rubbing up and down, her eyes never leaving my erect cock.
I found my own eyes locked on that hand as it slid up and down on her crotch. I watched as, first one, then two fingers disappeared between her slick lips. I dragged my eyes up her stomach and heaving breasts to see that her jaw was slack in awe and concentration as her breathing became heavier and heavier.
I forced myself to glance over to her husband and saw that he was building speed on his own stiff cock.
John seemed to be getting closer to cumming than I was. He was beginning to stroke himself in short movements, sliding his palm over his head. He wasn’t going to last much longer. I picked up my pace to catch up.
I sped up my strokes and began rolling my palm over my cock head. I gave them both the added benefit of heavy breathing and show moans as I worked my cock for them.
Both John and Melissa sped up as they watched me pleasure myself. I had never seen John use lube. So, I was concerned he was going to hurt himself. He was jacking himself furiously as I watched.
When I looked over to Melissa, I saw her hand was nearly a blur. Two fingers were rubbing viciously over her clit. Her chest was heaving, and a bead of sweat had formed over her upper lip.
I found I couldn’t take my eyes off Melissa’s beautiful pussy and my cock responded quickly. I felt my cum rising and my muscles and nerves pulsing.
“I’m about to cum,” I said. “How about you, Melissa? John? Are you ready to cum? Do you want to cum with me?”
John grunted breathlessly. His eyes never left my cock.
“Yes,” Melissa said in a plaintive moan that sounded almost desperate.
“Do you want to cum with me? Do you want to cum together?” I asked again.
“Please,” Melissa begged.
“God! Yes!” John could barely contain himself.
“Do you want me to cum on you, Melissa?” I asked. “Do you want John to cum on you?”
“Yes!” It was almost a request.
I stood over her as she continued to assault herself. John just leaned closer and pointed his red, throbbing cock at his wife.
It took me only a few rolls of my palm over my sensitive head to send a first thick pulse altıparmak escort through the air to land with an audible slap on Melissa’s tanned right breast. She gasped loudly.
John came less than a second later, shooting globs of sperm onto his wife’s thigh.
Several more wads of my own cum landed on her chest and stomach before the intensity began to wane.
Her own orgasm exploded just as my last airborne blast reached her.
Melissa shuddered and quivered so violently it looked more like convulsions. She screamed and panted as one hand continued its assault on her clit and the other spread my cum over her tits and stomach.
In another minute or so, John and I were reduced to dribbling cum from our spent cocks. Melissa, however, was overcome by an extended orgasm that had her moaning and whimpering. Her stomach contracted uncontrollably as her ass cheeks squeezed and her hips thrust up and down.
It was a good three minutes before she pulled her hand away from her crotch, leaning back in the chair, spent and heaving.
John and I both were cleaning ourselves up with washcloths I kept on nearby tables.
“That was amazing!” he breathed. “That was the best show I’ve seen!”
Melissa didn’t say a word as her breathing returned to normal. She just began wiping up gobs of my cum from her chest and stomach and licking it hungrily from her fingers. When she swallowed a wad of cum from one hand, she licked her own juices off the other. She repeated the process of wiping and eating my cum from her skin and then inserting her fingers back into her wet pussy for more of her own.
She jumped a little each time she pushed her fingers back inside but moaned every time she tasted either of the fluids on her fingers. When she’d eaten all my sperm, she found and devoured her husband’s.
“There’s a towel and washcloths on the table,” I told her, hoping she wouldn’t stop cleaning her tanned body like a cat.
“I’ll just head to the bathroom if that’s OK,” she said.
Both naked, I walked her through the house to the bathroom.
When I returned to the living room, John was nearly dressed.
“I take it she knows about you?” I asked as I pulled my underwear up.
“She knows I’m bisexual — or, curious, at least,” he admitted. “And, she says she’s OK with it. I mean, she knows I’ve been to a couple of your shows with a gay friend.”
“But not every show for the last ten months? Or a private show?”
“Not exactly,” he said. “I wasn’t sure how she would react. So, I’ve kept it mostly to myself. But we’ve been opening up more. Actually, we want to try a more open relationship that includes something for both of us.”
“You both get to have sex with other men?”
“It’s more than that,” Melissa said, walking naked and confident into the living room. “We want to do our ‘other men’ together. In a threesome, we’d be sharing with each other at the same time we’re sharing with someone else.”
She slid back into her chair.
“And, after that show and seeing what just watching you does to both of us, I know just who I want our first threesome with.”
“You mean me?” By then I had my jeans on.
“God! I wish,” John said.
“Me too,” Melissa said. “Would you?”
“You just want a threesome with me?” I asked, my eyes glued to her tanned body. “I guess that’d be OK. Just call Blaise to set up another private session.”
“Well, we want a little more than that,” John said. “I want to try it all. I want to suck and be sucked, and I want to fuck a man in the ass and be fucked in the ass.”
“And I — well, I want you just as much as he does — in every way,” she said.
“So, you want to try every combination of three-way sex between two men and one woman?”
“Exactly!”
“That’s going to take more than an hour,” I said, “a lot more. And it’s going to cost a lot more than what you’re paying for tonight.”
“It doesn’t have to be all at once, obviously,” she said. “We can stretch it out. We have all the time in the world. And I’m sure you have a schedule.”
“And, money isn’t a problem,” John said. He had an almost desperate, crazed look in his eyes that I was sure he was trying to hide from his wife. “I’ll pay anything you ask.”
“Let me consider it,” I said. “I want to talk to Blaise about it. I’m not exactly a prostitute.”
I watched Melissa get dressed. She pulled her panties up and then began tying her halter behind her neck. John stood and tied the back straps. She slid her feet into her sandals and headed for the door.
“We have a privacy fence around the back yard,” she said when she saw me eyeing her shorts in her hand. “The neighbors won’t see me walk from the car to the house.”
I called Blaise after they left to give him his usual play-by-play. He was intrigued by the idea of me being used as some kind of sex therapist.
“Not that you couldn’t do it,” he said. “My sex drive is as high now as it was when I was your age. And you’ve already helped görükle escort other men, too.”
“Still,” I meekly protested.
“I think it might be good for you to indulge your straight side a little bit, anyway,” he said. “You’ve only been with one woman since we met. You need some pussy.”
“You are the best gay friend with benefits I could ever imagine,” I said.
“I just know that you need something you aren’t getting with your usual diet,” he admitted.
“Yeah. I guess so,” I said. “Melissa does have a great body. I wonder if she’ll model for me. I’ll have to get a few shots of John’s dick for my project, too.”
Melissa wasted no time. She called Blaise just after 8 a.m. the next day to schedule another appointment. I was booked up for the next two weeks.
She was quite insistent.
“Isn’t there some way we can pay extra for a Saturday or Sunday?” she asked Blaise. “I mean, we know we’ll be paying extra for what we’re asking him to do. I’ll pay anything you want.”
Blaise got her number so he could talk to me about it and get back to her.
After lunch I called her myself. She was willing to pay me $500 if I could come to their house that Saturday afternoon. I had to refuse that.
“Saturdays belong to Blaise,” I told her. “But Sunday afternoon would work.”
The next thing I knew I had a house call for that Sunday. She actually told me to wear as little as possible and to pull around and park behind the house. They’d be waiting.
I drove to their house in a pair gym shorts and a tank just in case I was stopped for some reason. But I was naked before I got out of the Jeep in their driveway. Naked, that is, except for three cock rings, two on my wrist and one enhancing my cock and balls.
Melissa greeted me at the back door naked and smiled when she surveyed my body. She led me to their second-floor bedroom where John was sitting on the bed also nude.
Melissa immediately leaned in to begin kissing me and caressed down my chest and stomach.
She moaned a little as she wrapped her fingers around my half-hard cock. I reached around and began kneading her ass cheeks.
A few seconds later I felt a stiff cock sliding up and down my own ass crack. So, I reached back with one hand and grabbed one of John’s small cheeks.
We continued for a minute or two until Melissa had me fully erect and showing a tiny drop of precum.
She took my hand and pulled me toward the bed.
“What do you two want to do first?” I asked.
“How are you at eating pussy?” Melissa asked. “I want to sit on your face and watch John suck your cock.”
Without waiting for an answer, she pushed me down onto the bed and started crawling up over me even before I’d moved up to the head of the bed. She stared at my face the entire time with a hungry look.
Once I was in place, she spun herself around and started inching back on her knees pushing her tanned ass toward me.
She didn’t stop moving until her ass was pressed against my forehead and my nose was firmly against her taint. Her swollen labia hung nearly an inch down to my face and already were glistening wet.
I reached around to grab her thighs and pull her down to meet my tongue.
Just as the tip of my tongue touched her, I felt a fist wrap tightly around my stiff cock and a hot, wet tongue swirl around my head. I had no idea if it was Melissa or John. I just concentrated on giving Melissa what she was paying for.
I ran my tongue up and down her lips inside and out making a circle between each group of lips. Down one side and up the other I licked, making sure to circle her clitoris at the top and to push up past her taint to her tight asshole hovering over my forehead. I positioned my nose so that it pushed in to plow its own line of pleasure through her folds. After a few passes I moved inward to tighten the circle and move deeper into her sex. A few passes later and I was licking a straight line up and down her slit until she was dripping wet, and I began to feel her butterfly lips spread out, opening to accept me.
Whoever was working my cock was licking it like a lollipop, just single, upward strokes on my frenulum and head. It had to be John. Melissa couldn’t get her tongue in that position with her pussy on my face.
I started working my hips up and down to push John to try something different, to give him the idea that I was into whatever he was doing.
Eventually, I felt my cock slide between his lips and into a hot, wet space. Finally, someone was sucking me. I lifted my hips a bit to encourage them.
Meanwhile, I continued working on Melissa. I pulled one of her lips in between my teeth and sucked on it hard. She moaned at the sensation and began moving her hips a little. I pulled in the other lip and sucked on them both at once, pulling them out away from her. I could hear her breathing becoming heavier.
I let her lips go and began another slow lick up and down her glistening wet pussy pushing in slightly to find her hidden pleasures. I moved down to circle her clitoris over and over until I could feel it affect her. Then I moved to her urethra and played and pushed in as far as I could. When I found the entrance to her womb she gasped and tensed at first, then moaned a little and relaxed when I pushed my tongue in and swirled it around the opening.
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