Hi, I'm Jim, married to Susan. I'm 42, average guy. Five- eleven, I weigh a little more than I should and spend time at the gym keeping that at bay. Salt and pepper hair, blue eyes, and, oh yeah, about seven inches, cut and thick. Susan's 41, has a little weight from two kids but hits the gym with me. She's five-eight, a little bigger than thin, average on top, blond. We don't shave our bodies or do anything. Just mom and dad and two kids that aren't part of this story.
Twice a year, the company I work for has a team-building event. Roll your eyes, I know, but this one works. We tend to work in 'stovepipes.' Only dealing with the above and below management, never the other areas. So, the owner got this idea.
Ours is a little different. There's a lot of beer and wine. The company rents a summer camp for the day. Since the events are fall and spring, it works well. We all draw teams and do weird shit. But all the games are designed to get us working together and knowing everybody in the company. Hell, the cleaning staff is included. First time was weird till the booze kicked in. Now, we're all like a bunch of frat kids.
The games go on till three, then we all just hang out for the rest of the time and kinda filter off home. No spouses allowed.
The first time there I met Bob. He's in marketing, I'm in production. We're about the same age, married, kids, etc. He and Ellen, Susan, and I have become a group. Bob and I always manipulate the team selection to end up together. Nobody's noticed, or if they do, they don't care.
It was three-thirty. Today was the fifth time we've had this event. Bob and I were wearing the sort-of uniform for the day, loose athletic shorts, a tee-shirt, short socks, and runners. It was hot, and our shirts and shorts were a bit sweaty. We were standing next to one of the many kegs.
"Well, now what do we do?" Bob asked as he filled my cup.
"Too early to go home, and I'm not in the mood for a sit-around and complain session like last time."
"No shit. What is that guy's problem?"
Bob referred to Ralph, in sales, a misanthropic malcontent, "I think he needs to get laid." I answered.
Bob laughed, "Ralph couldn't get laid in a whorehouse with a fist full of hundreds."
That had us both laughing. Bob pointed off to the back of the camp, "Let's check this place out. The map board says there are trails."
At the extreme end of the camp property, there was a trailhead. A signpost had a map nailed to it, showing a two-mile loop. Black and yellow caution tape was strung across the opening in the woods with "danger" written on a crude sign.
"Well, that fucks that idea," I said.
Bob smiled, "Oh, why?"
Now I smiled. One of the reasons we get along so well is that both of us like to take risks. It helped get us promoted.
"We might get in trouble."
Bob looped a long leg over the tape, "One can only hope."
There were no crevices or washouts. No downed trees. The bad part must be further on. The trail was hard-packed dirt, free of sticks and leaves. We walked in silence, our shoes padding on the soft earth. The trail took a few curves, breaking up the sightlines. Bob spoke, "Not very dan..."
He stopped talking, and we stopped walking when we heard voices. Something didn't seem right. I felt it, and from Bob's expression, I knew he did too. We walked slowly towards the voices. I could make out words now.
"We good back here?"
I knew that voice.
"Yeah, we'll be fine. The trails blocked off, and those people are such goody good followers, nobody will go over the caution tape."
Bob and I shared a quizzical and then conspiratorial look. One of them was an area manager in marketing. I wasn't sure about the other. My first thought was that they are out here doing coke.
"Mmmmmm, you're really hard today." That was Vince, the manager. I looked at Bob. His eyes were wide, like mine. They were down a short side-trail that went to a bench. Thick brush shielded it from the trail, but we found a less dense spot. They hadn't seen us. Through the branches, we could see everything.
Vince is about thirty-five. He's tall, over six feet, and runner lean, tightly barbered brown hair. The other guy I recognized as a forklift operator, Jack. I would guess around twenty-eight or so, stocky, muscular, blond.
The gap in the brush was narrow. Bob and I were shoulder to shoulder as we watched in stunned silence. Vince and Jack were massaging each other's hard cock through their shorts. The sunlight through the tree canopy reflecting off the gold wedding rings. I was curious. Way back in college, I had an 'event.' I liked it but not as much as girls. I watch some porn, not much since Susan and I do well in the sex department, and never gay stuff. But this had me mesmerized. I didn't want to walk away, and I noticed that Bob made no move to leave either.
Vince had Jack's cock, still under his shorts, in his hand. Jack had his hand up Vince's shorts. Jack looked around, "You sure we're safe?"
Vince put his hand down Jack's shorts. I could see the waistband of Jack's briefs, "Yes." Vince pulled his hand out and got down on his knees, "My turn to suck first, right?"
"Yes, I sucked you first last time. I'm so fucking hot to have your cock in my mouth."
"As soon as I get you to cum in mine, Jack."
Vince carefully pulled Jack's shorts down over his light blue bikini briefs as Jack flipped off his tee. His shorts dropped to his ankles, and Jack stepped out of them. Vince had his mouth pressed against the fat bulge in Jack's briefs, "I love this cock."
Vince put his hands on Jack's briefs' waistband and drew them down his muscular legs, letting an impressive fat erection pop out. Had to be at least eight inches of cut, hard cock with a big head. I felt my cock swelling. I was confused. Yeah, I had a thing in college, but I'm married. I'm not gay. But I can't stop watching this, and it's really exciting me. I glanced over. There was a bulge in Bob's shorts too. He stared ahead at the clearing as Vince slipped Jack's underwear off his feet and tossed them on Jack's shorts and tee. Vince stood and grasped Jack's cock. Mine flinched with the sensation of being Jack. Vince masturbated the younger man, "My turn, Jack. Undress me, then I want your cock."
Jack slid his hands under Vince's tee and slid them up his side, the tee piling up on his hands and the fluttering off over Vince's head. Jack leaned in and took one of Vince's nipples into his mouth. Vince groaned, "Don't do that. I'll fucking cum in my pants."
Jack got down on his knees, "Can't have that."
Jack slid Vince's nylon shorts down his long legs and let them drop. Covering his ankles. Vince stepped out. Now he stood wearing just a jockstrap. Jack ran one hand over the bulge in front and the other over Vince's hard round ass, "Nice, a jock. Love it."
Vince pressed his hips into Jack's massaging hand, "Thought of you when I put it on. Take it off and get up. It's my turn."
Jack pulled the front of Vince's jockstrap out and down, releasing a nice six or seven-inch thin, cut cock with a small head. As he slid the supporter down, Jack kissed Vince's cock, "Couldn't resist."
I looked over. Bob had one finger just touching the bulge in his shorts. I rubbed my erect penis with my finger, wondering if Bob saw me. Jack got up. I watched two naked men standing in a forest with hard cocks, nearly touching. My penis pulsed. It wasn't just that I was turned on by two men about to have sex. This was two men I knew. Two married men, like me, about to have oral sex.
Jack got up and sat on the bench. Vince got on his knees between Jack's open legs. He grasped the young man's penis and licked it from bottom to top. Jack sighed, "Oh man, that's nice. How much time we have?"
Vince, his mouth poised around Jack's fat hard cock replied, "Not enough. We need to get a room again."
"Or you need to work late. Ohhhh fuuuccckkk."
Vince slid his lips down Jack's cock as he cupped the balls that lay underneath it. Jack's hands touched Vince's head, "So fuckin good."
Vince was very comfortable sucking cock. I was dying to take out my erection and masturbate. As I watched, I thought. Bob stayed and watched. I can see he has an erection. He's making no attempt to hide it and actually rubbed it a little. I haven't been with a guy since college. Suddenly I want this.
The gap in the brush was small. Bob and I were shoulder-to-shoulder, touching. Our hips kept touching. We'd wrestled around plenty doing the stuff at these events and had no problem. I moved my left hand, palm facing out, across the front of Bob's shorts just enough so I brushed the hard bulge. Then quickly back to my side. He didn't flinch. Didn't even look at me. Did I just fuck up?
Then I felt his fingers. His hand was at his side, fingers touching my leg, right next to the edge of my shorts. Bob flicked his fingers, running them over my leg for an inch or so. There was no innocent explanation for that touch. His fingers stayed in contact as I carefully and slowly turned towards him. Vince had Jack's cock in his mouth, and Jack had his head back and eyes closed.
As I turned, Bob's fingers stayed touching my shorts. A little more. Now his fingers just brushed my erection. He didn't pull away. I turned more. Now my married friends' fingers were feeling my hard cock. I reached out and touched the bulge in Bob's shorts. He gave a quiet sigh. I ran my fingers up the outline of his erection. He's big. Bigger than me. I felt a warm spot at the tip of his penis. Bob's fingers were now wrapped around my cock. I held his. We watched Jack cum in Vince's mouth.
"Oh fuck, Vince. Gonna cum."
Vince backed off till his mouth cradled just the head of the younger man's cock. Jack groaned quietly, and I watched his ass flex as he shot his cum into another man's mouth. Vince stayed on him till Jack touched his head. Vince got up. Jack's cock was red from the action and shiny from the cum and saliva.
Jack reached out and took Vince's cock in his hand. Vince moved up the to bench. Bob had my cock in his hand, still over my shorts. I was holding his, squeezing, wondering how it would feel not hidden by cloth. Wondering where this was going. Jack had his hands clamped on Vince's ass as he gobbled the older man's cock.
"Yeah, Jack, suck me. I'm so horny. I'm not gonna last long."
Bob was masturbating me through the fabric. I stroked him too as we watched.
Vince was right. It only took a couple of minutes, "Oh, Jack. Here it comes."
Jack's fingers dug into Vince's trim ass as I watched Vince's ass flex, and Jack gulped. Vince was cumming into his mouth. Bob stroked faster. I matched his motion. It felt weird to have another man's penis in my hand, but I liked it—a lot.
Vince and Jack were getting dressed. It didn't take long, and Bob never stopped touching me. The other two left the area by a second path. Bob and I stepped out into the clearing around the bench. It was awkward. Bob solved that. He sat on the bench, "come over here."
I stepped in front of him, and he pulled my shorts down. I said nothing. Leaving my shorts at mid-thigh, he pulled my briefs down, letting my hard cock free. He held it in his hand, "Don't say anything. I want to do this before I over-think it."
A man's strong hand held my cock. I watched as Bob leaned forward and opened his mouth. His wet lips touched the head of my cock. He didn't pause and slowly took all of me into his warm, wet mouth. It felt great. Mostly because it was so wrong. He clenched my ass as he moved his mouth back and forth on my erection. I've had plenty of blowjobs, but this one was different. It was like he knew what would get me to cum. I don't know if he'd done this before, but he was doing well. His hand moved to cup my balls and finger the area behind them. I couldn't believe how fast he had me at the edge.
"Gonna cum." I said as a warning. I didn't know how far he wanted to go with this. Bob kept sucking. I felt the surge, "Here it is." I gasped. I spurted into Bob's mouth. He didn't flinch. Just gulped and kept sucking till I tapped him on his head. He leaned back. Before it would get awkward again, I sat next to him, "Your turn. Get up."
I was about to undress a man. Strip him and see his hard cock. I stuck my fingers in the waistband of his shorts, pulling both the shorts and his briefs down. He was big. Bigger than me, cut, with a fat head. Before I could have second thoughts, I slipped my mouth over the head of his cock, tasting the drop of pre-cum at the tip. I took more of him into my mouth. Bob groaned, "Oh fuck, that's nice." I liked it. I liked having his cock in my mouth. Knowing I was pleasing him. Feeling him fill my mouth.
I took more until I gagged a little. I felt for his ball sack and fondled them. I let my hand move around and clutch his ass. This may be the only time I get to do this, so I wanted as much as possible. I had already decided that I was going to take his cum in my mouth. Bob's hand rested on my head. My mouth moved up and down on his fat hard cock. I'm gonna be unhappy if he doesn't want to do this again. Maybe I'll talk to Vince. Bob was pumping his hips into my face, "Jim, gonna cum soon." I kept sucking, racing for my prize. I felt his ass clench under my hand, "Here it is." He said as I felt his cock twitch, and a bolt of hot musky cum bounced off the back of my mouth. Three more, then he sighed, and I reluctantly released his cock.
We quickly pulled up our shorts. Bob spoke, "Okay, let's not say anything right now. Sleep on it and talk after work tomorrow."
I said nothing as we walked briskly out of the woods to our cars.
Susan and I had sex that night. It was good. But, as she was sucking my cock I felt a tiny bit jealous. I wanted a cock in my mouth. Later, as she slept naked beside me, I went over everything. If Susan and Bob stood in front of me naked and I had to choose, it would be Susan, every time. But I'm still cheating. That was a problem. I knew Bob would be cool, no emotional problems. Susan and I joked once about a threesome with a guy. I had joked, it was no problem if us two guys bumped uglies, the guy being some unknown male. Susan raised an eyebrow and said, careful, I might like that. Then she put my cock in her mouth, and we never mentioned it again. Now, I wondered if I should tell her. No, not yet.
Monday was, well, Monday. The usual desk full of crises, all of which had to be resolved immediately. Tashika, my secretary, had everything in descending order of perceived need laid out on my desk. As I went from file to file, I glanced at my desk phone and cell, wondering if Bob would call me or whether I should call him. I didn't have time.
Tashika left at four-thirty. I texted Susan that I had about an hour of work left. She sent back a picture of her pussy and a sad face. I gave her a big smile emoji.
Ten minutes later, Bob slipped into my office. My reaction? Apprehension, fear. No, not fear, just dread. This could be uncomfortable. He sat in front of my desk, "How'd your day go?"
I pointed to the small stack left, "Ain't over yet."
He leaned back in the chair, "Yeah, mine was like that too. It's like everybody thinks shit up all weekend to drop Monday morning. I just got done."
There was the weight of the pause hanging in the room. Once again, Bob took the lead, "Well, we need to talk about sucking each other's cock Saturday."
"I liked it. I want to do it again." I blurted. Not wanting Bob to do all the uncomfortable talking. There, it was out there.
Bob smiled, "I don't know what happened. I've never done anything like that. But watching Vince and Jack, knowing they are both married and so casual about doing what they did. It turned me on, you know. I just had to try it out. I saw you were hard. You made no move to leave. I looked at the bulge in your shorts, wondering. I've never seen a hard cock in real life, other than mine. Ellen's let herself go and has lost interest. I'm needy. I guess that's what put me over the edge. Then when your hand brushed my cock, I knew it was cool with you too. Then, undressing you, putting your...cock in my mouth. It excited me. I wanted more. I wanted to taste you when you got off. Wow, listen to me, talking like a fucking girl."
I laughed lightly, "Yeah, really. You never get personal like that. But my friend, you did not directly respond to my statement. I loved having your cock in my mouth, and I loved feeling you cum." It was easy now. I knew how Bob felt.
Bob stood up. He had black dress slacks with a narrow leather belt and a light blue button-down shirt. His penis was hard, and pressing the fabric around the zipper into a lovely bulge, "This give you my answer?"
I wanted that cock. But I had to tease, "Say it, Bob. I did."
Bob moved closer, "Jim, I want you to pull down my pants and suck my cock until I cum in your mouth. Then I'm gonna put your cock in my mouth and drink your load."
I turned in my chair as Bob approached. He stood, inches away, that bulge in his slacks calling my mouth. I gently caressed the fabric, feeling the hardness behind. Bob sighed. I slipped the end of the thin leather belt out of the retainer and pulled, releasing the catch. I let the belt open to reveal the button at the top of his pants. Using both hands, I pushed the button through the hole. Bob's pants blossomed a little, the silver zipper and that little tab teasing me.
I heard Bob's breathing deepen as I grasped the little tab and pulled the zipper down, slowly revealing his black boxer briefs. As the zipper lowered, Bob's pants opened and slipped down his long, lean legs, pooling at his ankles. His hands touched my shoulders, "Thanks, Jim. I really need this."
Not wanting to wait, I slipped my fingers into the waistband of Bob's underwear and slid them down, letting them sit on top of his pants. I took his rigid cock in my hand, stroked it briefly, fondled it a bit, and then leaned forward and let my lips slide over the big, fat head of my friend's penis. It felt great sliding into my mouth, over my tongue that caressed the little spot under the head of his cock. Bob stifled a groan, "Fuck, fuck, fuck, this is so good. I'm sorry, Jim, but I'm gonna cum so fucking fast."
I paused, speaking around his cock, "Then we need to do this more often," and then taking all of him into my mouth, stifling the gag. Bob's hands went to my head, holding me. I let him hold me and fuck my face. My hands went to clutch his muscular ass, fingers deep in his crevice, fingering his hole. I'm so into this now.
Bob's being good, fucking my face but not plunging. He feels so good. His pace picks up, "Gonna cum, Jim."
I want it. I want to feel this man's sperm launch across my tongue. Bob's cock swells and then the first jet, then three more. Hot musky cum bathes my tongue. My hand, holding his balls, feels it cumming. Yeah, I'm a cocksucker now.
I suck him a little more, then release his softening penis and look up. Bob's smiling, still panting a little, "Whoa, better than Saturday. Let's switch. I want your cock."
I get up, and Bob, not bothering to pull his underwear or pants up, sits in my chair. He briefly caresses my erection over my pants before quickly undoing my belt, unsnapping and unzipping my khaki slacks, letting them drop to my ankles as he slides my white briefs down, releasing my hard cock.
"Yeah, that's what I want."
I look down as another man takes my cock into his mouth. I touch his shoulders. He pauses and looks up, "You can fuck my face too if you want to. Cum when you're ready. I want it."
I hold his head and fuck his face, pushing deeper each thrust. Bob just takes it, and soon I have all of my needy cock in his mouth. His hands clench my ass, his finger poking in my hole. This is so nasty but so good. I'm dying to cum, fill this man's mouth with my seed. His finger pushes into my asshole, increasing my heat. I'm not going to last. I'm already thinking of the most taboo thing we can do. Maybe next time. My balls are tingling, "Gonna cum, Bob."
He moans as I plunge my cock deep into his mouth. It's here. I can't stop it. I pull back till just the head of my cock is in his mouth and let my sperm launch. Bob groans, and his tongue caresses my spurting penis. Fuck, this feels good.
After three shots, I feel the edge fading. I touch Bob's head, and he lets me fall from his mouth and swallows, smiling. He gets up. We're standing in my office, our pants and underwear around our ankles and the taste of each other's ejaculations still in our mouths. I reach out and hold Bob's cock. It's swelling again. I gently stroke him to hardness.
"That never happens. I'm never ready to go again this fast. But, I can't stay."
I let his cock go and feel mine growing, "It's fucked up, but I'm getting hard again too. Haven't been like that since my twenties."
Bob pulled up his briefs and pants, "Well, looks like we have a thing, eh?"
I pulled my briefs up over my half-hard cock, "definitely."
Sitting with my drink before dinner, my phone goes off, text. I open it. Bob, naked, masturbating. I quickly give a lol and close it.
I got into a movie, and Susan went to bed. When the movie was over, I stepped into the downstairs bathroom and opened Bob's text vid. As I watched, I dropped my running shorts and stroked myself to hardness, recording the process. Then I worked my cock till I was ready to cum and recorded my cock shooting all over the bathroom counter. I sent him both and went to bed. The following day, it was a pic of his morning wood. I sent him a pic of mine.
Work was crazy for two days. Late work with no opportunities for fun. Well, we did sneak off to the visitor bathroom and suck each other off in a stall, very risky. Bob recorded it using my phone. It was fast but good.
Friday afternoon. I'd sent Bob a text telling him to meet me at my office after everybody left. I heard him come into the outer office and the click of the lock. He opened my door, stepped in, and locked that door too.
"Can't be too safe, ya know."
I laughed, "Yeah, this way, we can make a little noise if we want. Everybody gone?"
Bob was undoing his belt and untucking his shirt, "I saw Jack heading up the stairs, probably to Vince's office."
I kicked my shoes off and yanked my shirt out of my pants, "I liked watching them."
Bob's pants dropped, and he stepped out of them, now only in a pair of black cotton man's bikini brief. His penis already hard, the head sticking out of the waistband, "I think about talking to Vince. Not sure how that would go."
I was down to just my pants, "Interesting idea, but not today. Wanna give me a hand here?"
"Sure. Love to." Bob came up to me, and his hands worked my belt as I felt up his hard cock, "Keep that up, and I'll cum before you get your mouth on it."
I stopped, "Can't have that."
Bob got my belt and pants opened and let them drop to my ankles. His jaw gaped, "Whoa! What the fuck?"
I turned slowly with my pants at my ankles so Bob could get the complete look of his friend wearing a Victoria's Secret pink thong. My cock pushed the front out in a fat lump, with my balls nearly straddling the thong. Bob gently caressed my erection behind the lace, "I think my cock just grew an inch. You really know how to ramp up the guy fun. Susan know you stole her thong?"
"She chose it for me this morning."
Bob shook his head, "Whaaaaat? Man, that's wild."
I rubbed my cock, "When I get home later, I'm gonna fuck her with it on. She loves it."
"Get out of those pants," Bob said as he shoved his briefs down and flicked them onto his pile of clothing.
I stood in just the thong. Bob moved closer until our bodies touched. Something new was going to happen. I sensed it. Our eyes met as his face moved towards mine. I didn't even think about it when I angled my head. Our lips nearly touching, I whispered, "Isn't this a little gay?"
Now Bob's arms were around me, clutching my ass. I moved my hands to cup his as he whispered back, "We came in each other's mouth, twice now. You're wearing your wife's panties. Speak for yourself, but, me, I'm bi, and I want to enjoy it."
Bob naked, knowing that Vince and Jack were probably having sex, two floors up. The thong. I was fully in a 'why not' mindset. I pulled on his firm ass, and our lips met, mouths open, tongues touching. It didn't feel weird, just different. Bob's hard cock rubbed against mine, the thin lace between us. My libido was racing.
For a minute or so, we explored each other's mouths. It was different; the stubble, strong hands holding me, strong fingers exploring my hole. It was also exciting, the wrongness. We disengaged, panting.
"Wow, that was intense." Bob said, "My cock got even harder."
I held his erection. I dropped to my knees and took him into my mouth. I loved sliding my lips over the firm, smooth head of Bob's penis. Feeling it glide over my tongue. Tasting the precum. I got almost all of him in. He gently held my head as he fucked my face. I cupped his balls and felt the heat. As Bob stroked his cock in my mouth, he spoke, "I have a favor to ask. I've been practicing with Ellen's dildo. I want you to fuck me."
Kissing, now fucking. This is getting intense. But the same idea came to me the last time we were together. I let Bob's erection slip out of my mouth, "You sure? I tried it with Susan, and she screamed."
Bob bent down, showing me his asshole as he got something out of his pants. A tube of sex lube.
"Use lots of this, and we'll be fine."
"Sure, I'd love to fuck you. Not sure about you in me thought."
Bob had a finger full of lube and was rubbing it on his ass, "That's fine. You can suck me off."
He went to my desk and cleared off the few items there. He passed me the lube and got on the desk, laying on his back. He looped his hands under his knees and pulled back, "Jim, finger me. Get me real slippery."
Before my hands got messy, I set up my phone to record us.
"Ohhh, that's kinky," Bob said.
I massaged lube all around his ass. Then one finger inside. Bob groaned, "Oh yeah. Can't wait." I slowly put two fingers in his ass and moved them around. Bob's cock was leaking precum. I leaned over and took him into my mouth. He tasted great.
"Not too much, Jim, I'll cum."
I stopped and wiped the remains of the lube on my cock sticking out the side of the pink thong. I put my fingers in the waistband. Bob waved his hand, "No, fuck me with it on, please."
"My pleasure, "I replied. I moved between his legs and put the head of my cock against his asshole.
"Push, Jim. Stick it in me nice and slow."
I pushed, and, with a bit of pressure, the head of my cock popped past his sphincter. He groaned again, "More. I want all of it. It feels good to be filled."
I pushed more of my erection inside my friend's ass. It was incredibly tight and slippery. Then I was all the way inside. Bob was panting, "Fuck me, Jim, hard. Give it to me."
I did. I fucked his ass. Hammered him. It felt great. We were looking at each other as I filled his ass with my cock. The room got hot. We were sweating, grunting. The slap of our bodies. All too soon, I was there.
"Gonna cum, Bob."
"In me, Jim. Cum up my ass." He panted.
I rammed him one more time and held my cock inside as I came, filling his ass with my cum. Oh, man, it was good. I stood between his legs, my orgasm complete. His cock was twitching.
"Hurry, Jim. I'm so close."
I pulled out and dropped my head, taking his cock into my mouth. Three good sucks, and his hands held my head as he filled my mouth. It was a lot, and I loved it.
We snuck down the hall to the washroom to clean up, running in the halls of our office building naked. My cum dripping out of Bob's hole. We laughed like hell.
We were getting dressed back in my office. I pulled my pants up.
"I loved the panties, Jim. You do that often?"
I slipped on my shirt, "No, it was a spur of the moment thing. We'll do it maybe once a month or so. You'll just have to check-in and find out."
Bob leaned in, and we kissed. Bob whispered, "count on it."
Bob and I played golf Sunday with two other guys. No chance for fun, but it was a good day. At our cars when we were leaving, Bob leaned in, and we kissed, fondling each other's hard through our pants. We were way back in the parking lot, out of sight.
"I want your cock in my mouth." Bob panted.
"Too dangerous, and you know it," I answered, feeling the hard profile of his erection through the fabric.
We broke apart, "Yeah, I know, but I need to get fucked again."
"Soon enough, my friend. We'll find a way. Till then, watch that vid we made."
I stepped into a quiet house, unusual for a Saturday afternoon. Susan wasn't sitting by the pool, not in the den. I went upstairs. The door to our room was open. I went in.
My wife lay naked on the bed. She had been there a while. Her favorite vibrator in her hand, sliding in and out of her very wet pussy. She was watching a video on her phone with an earpiece. My wife doesn't watch pron videos on her phone or anywhere.
"Get showered and get back here." She panted as she had a small orgasm.
I showered in record time. Two minutes later, I was naked and hard next to her.
"What are you watching?"
She didn't stop the video. I couldn't see the screen, "Something I never thought I would like. It pissed me off at first, but the more I watched it, the wetter I got."
My fingers toyed with her wet warm pussy lips. I loved the feel of her pubic hair, "Wow, now I'm curious."
"Oh, it's stuff you've seen before." Still focused on the tiny screen.
"Really?"
My wife picked up a remote lying on the bed and touched a button. The sixty-inch flat screen came to life, and there I was, my hard cock lancing my best friend's ass. Grunting, groaning. Bob begging for more cock. My life was over. My cock collapsed. Susan muted the TV with me still fucking Bob's tight ass. She put the phone down and turned to face me.
"I found these on your phone by accident. I would never have known. I looked at all the pictures, then the video. My reaction was shock, hurt, fear, anger all mixed up together. But I didn't shut the video off, and I was getting very wet. Now I was angry with myself for being turned on. I masturbated watching you and Bob have sex while thinking about how to divorce you. After my fourth orgasm, I dropped the phone and cried for a long time. I was so conflicted. Why didn't you tell me? We've joked about Bob and the fact that Ellen won't fuck him anymore, and by the way, he has a nice big cock."
I said nothing. It seemed like the best option. Susan continued, "After I'd masturbated to the video again, I could finally think. You have been a wonderful friend, an awesome and considerate lover. Nothing changed since these pics started. Yes, you were cheating on me. I think you would have told me sooner or later. You two have only been fucking around for a week or so, and your desire for me has not changed at all. In fact, you're worse than ever. Yesterday you almost fucked me in the kitchen with the kids upstairs, so I knew you weren't changing sides on me.
But something has to be done here. You cheated with a man, a man that I know. A man with a big penis, bigger than yours. You put his cock in your mouth, and I can see you liked it. You need to be punished. The fact that watching you two makes me incredibly horny cannot be used in your defense. Ignore these wet sheets. What should I do?"
As my wife told her story, I was thinking, planning. I was as caught as I could be. No way out of this, "You need to do whatever will help you reconcile your feelings about my cheating activity."
She kicked up an eyebrow, "Whatever?"
I rubbed her pussy a little more. She was getting wetter, "Whatever. I'm wrong here, and I'll accept whatever you decide."
Susan didn't answer right away. My fingers toyed with her pubic hair and slid in and out of her warm, wet tunnel. I took my thumb and flicked her big fat clit. She groaned, "You're making it difficult to think here." I stopped and took my hand away. Susan put her hand on my cock, still very soft, and looked at me, "I want to watch."
What?! "But you are. You have the video."
She massaged my cock and balls, slowly coming to life, "No, dear. I want to watch. I want you and Bob here, in this bed, sucking and fucking while I sit in that chair and watch."
"Bob will never do that."
"Well, then you might suggest that this video could end up on Ellen's phone."
"You'd do that?"
Susan smiled, "Never. But don't you dare tell him that. You owe me. Make it happen."
"As you wish. Now, you just going to sit and watch?"
Susan smiled, "Maybe."
"What are you going to wear?"
She leaned over and took my hardening cock into her wet mouth briefly. She released me and got out of the bed, "I'm not saying. This is my punishment, and I'll do whatever I like. You got a problem with that?"
"No." I did, but I had to admit she was absolutely right. Now I just had to convince Bob.
On Friday evening, a very long week later, I opened my front door. Bob walked in wearing running shorts and a Tee, "We really gonna do this?"
I had just a pair of boxers on, "Yeah, we are. She's up in our room. She only has one rule. Act like she's not there."
"Is she going to participate?"
I reached out and rubbed Bob's cock through his shorts, "My friend, we have no say in this. She's going to do whatever she wants." I let go of Bob's growing cock and headed for the stairs.
Susan sat in the lounge chair in the corner of our bedroom. She was wearing one of my tee shirts. Her hard nipples told me no bra. The shades were down. One bedside lamp on. She sat in deep shadow. We closed the door.
Bob and I faced each other. He could see the chair. I moved in and angled my head. His lips met mine, but the passion wasn't there in either of us. We tried, but Susan watching was killing the mood. Susan clicked on a small light on the table next to her. Then Bob whispered in my ear, "She's playing with her tits. I love your wife's tits. She's got her other hand on her pussy."
My lips brushed Bob's neck," She can come from me sucking on them. Just like I suck your cock. She wants this."
That broke the ice. As Bob and I made out, tongues deep in each other's mouth, Susan clicked off the light. It was like she wasn't there. Bob's rigid cock rubbed against mine through our shorts. His hand clenched my ass, and I clenched his, "You got anything on under there?"
"Just a jock."
I broke our embrace and dropped to my knees. I heard Susan quietly gasp as I slid Bob's shorts down while he shucked off his shirt. The white jock seemed to glow in the half-light, straining to contain Bob's big, hard cock; the head peaking above the tight elastic band. As I slipped my fingers under the waistband, I could hear my wife's fingers sloshing in her sex. Bob put his hands on my shoulders as I slid the jock down his legs. His hard cock against the side of my head. He stepped out. I took his erection in my hand, turning us a little to improve the view, "I can't wait to suck your cock, Bob."
I heard Susan cum. My cock was like iron as I slid my lips over my friend's hard penis. Being watched was hot. Being watched by my wife was more than I imagined. I took as much as I could, the head hitting the back of my mouth. I loved the feel of his cock. Soft, yet hard, blood pulsing, Bob panting. I cupped his loose, warm scrotum and fingered his ass ring.
"Jim, keep that up, and I'll cum."
I loved the taste of Bob. Feeling him gush in my mouth, but it was too soon. I stood, and we kissed again. Now Bob was on his knees, sliding my boxers over my hard cock. He wasted no time getting his mouth on me. I looked over. Susan was still in deep shadow, but I heard her panting, and she came louder this time. I looked down at Bob. He was looking up.
"You like having my wife watch you suck my cock?"
He smiled around my erection, briefly releasing me, "Hottest thing ever. Wish I could see her."
Bob took all of me in his mouth. Like him, I wasn't going to last. A light came on. Susan sat in the chair, naked, her legs over the arms, spread wide. Her nipples were huge, and her pussy a sea of milky white. She was gasping, "Cumming boys. You're making me cum again." Then the light clicked off. I pushed Bob's head away, "Gotta stop, or I'll cum too."
"Fuck him." Came in a hoarse whisper from the chair. Bob smiled, "Well, since she insists."
Bob got into the doggie position. A large tube of sex lube landed on the bed. I was going to stick my cock up my friend's ass while my wife watched. What a life. I fingered some up Bob's ass. He groaned, "Oh yeah. Give it to me, Jim."
I did. I put the head of my cock at his ring, grabbed his hips, and pushed, the head spreading his ass and settling into a familiar place. I drove in all the way, he liked that, and I started fucking Bob's ass. He groaned again, "More, Jim. Fuck my ass." I heard Susan cum again. I knew I wasn't going to last much longer. Bob's ass was tight and warm, holding my cock like a fist. I concentrated. I wanted to last.
I made three minutes. "Bob, gonna cum up your ass."
He was grunting with each slam of my hips into his, "Do it, bro. Fill me up."
I did. I stopped holding back, went deep, and released my load. I yelled with lust as my cock jetted up Bob's ass. I held myself in him as we panted. I gently pulled my wilting cock out.
"Go wash, then get back here."
Following my wife's orders, I got off the bed and went to the bathroom. While I washed my cock I listened.
"You like getting fucked?"
"Yes, it was my idea," Bob replied.
"Would you like to fuck me?"
"Hell yes."
Susan laughed, "Not going to happen. I am tempted by that big cock of yours, but no. Sorry."
"S'ok, I like seeing you masturbate."
"I've made a hell of a mess over here."
I heard the light click on, "See, I put a towel down to catch all my cum. I came four times already. Mmmmmmm."
I walked back into the room. Susan was masturbating in the chair. Bob was stroking his cock. I got back on the bed and moved over him, wanting him in my mouth.
"Stop. It's time my husband got fucked."
We had tried, but I wasn't a fan. But one look at Susan told me this was going to be my day. Bob got the lube and fingered it into my ass. He used lots. Susan stepped into our closet as Bob moved behind me. He took more lube to put on his cock.
"Stop."
Bob, with a handful of lube, looked over the same time I did. My wife stood in the closet door with a cock strapped around her waist. Fortunately, it was much smaller than Bob's.
"I said he needed to be fucked, just not by you. Put that here."
She was next to the bed, and Bob put his hand around the fake cock and spread the lube taking every opportunity to touch Susan in the process. She did not stop him.
"Okay, that's enough." She said, "Get ready, Jim. On your knees."
I got into the doggie. Susan moved behind me, "Bob, help me get this on target."
I turned my head. Bob held the fake cock with one hand as he steadied himself by putting his other hand on Susan's ass. It only took a few seconds.
"Thank you, Bob. Now, go sit and watch. No cumming."
I felt the rubber dick push against my ring as my wife spoke, "You have been bad. You cheated, You had sex with Bob. This is your punishment."
My wife pushed the rubber cock into my ass. I don't have to describe the feeling. It was a bit better. She'd chosen a small dildo, so it wasn't like Bob's big bat. I might get to like this. As she plowed my butt, Susan talked.
"You like me fucking your ass, James?"
"No."
Her hand landed hard on my ass, "What did you say?"
"Yes. I like having my wife fuck my ass."
"That's better. You like having Bob's cock in your mouth?"
"Yes. I love sucking Bob's cock."
"Does he cum in your mouth?"
"Yes. I want him to."
"Do you cum in Bob's mouth?"
"Yes, unless we have time, then I cum in his ass."
"I bet you'd like to suck his cock right now. He's sitting in that chair. On
a towel filled with my cum, stroking his cock, watching my cute round ass flex as I fuck my husband's ass."
I nearly came, hands-off. I groaned. Susan pulled the fake dick out of my ass.
"I won't cum from that, and I need a good fucking. Roll over and move to the edge."
Susan took the cock off and tossed it away. She leaned down and kissed me, burying her tongue in my mouth. She broke the kiss but stayed close, "I love you, and this is the nastiest thing I've ever done. I'm so fucking horny right now."
On my back. My head off the edge of the bed. Susan moved over me and paused, looking at Bob.
"Could you help Jim get lined up?"
Bob was out of the chair like it was electrified. He took my rigid cock and rubbed it around my wife's pussy. I'm sure his fingers wandered. Susan sighed, "Okay, Bob, I'm on it now. You like that little feel you got?"
"Oh fuck yes."
"Well, don't go too far away. That big cock needs some attention."
Susan settled on my cock and rode me. Looser than Bob's ass but softer. I took her nipples and pinched them. My wife orgasmed, "Oh fuuuuccckk. More."
She cinder-shifted, sitting full on my cock and moving her hips forward and back, rubbing her clit on my pubic hair. She looked at Bob, "Feed him your cock."
Bob smiled and moved over my head. Perfect angle, his cock slipped into my mouth. It felt great. Bob took one of Susan's nipples and pinched it, "Of fuck, that's good. Stop."
Bob's hand retreated, and he held my head as he fucked my face.
Susan came with a groan and a gush, covering me in her spend. That set Bob off. I felt him grow and spurt into my mouth, all warm and spunky. I was last. Grunting around Bob's softening cock as I came in my wife's pussy.
We lay, the three of us, on my bed. Covered in sweat and sex. Susan rolled over and fiddled with Bob's nipples, "Now, here are the rules. You two can play, but only if I am present. If your urges are overwhelming, you have to get my permission and record. No playing at work, too dangerous. Deal?"
Bob and I smiled at each other, "Deal." I replied. Bob nodded his approval. My wife was not finished, "Oh, and Bob, you may be wondering why all this happened and why you got to feel me up. Mostly to punish Jim, he seems to be sufficiently contrite now, but also in sympathy for your situation. Next time, it will require Jim's permission for you to touch me. Ellen isn't fucking you or sucking you. I know, we talk. She drinks too much and talks too much when drunk. She has a girlfriend."
Bob was genuinely shocked, "Do I know her?"
"You should. It's your mother-in-law."
Twice a year, the company I work for has a team-building event. Roll your eyes, I know, but this one works. We tend to work in 'stovepipes.' Only dealing with the above and below management, never the other areas. So, the owner got this idea.
Ours is a little different. There's a lot of beer and wine. The company rents a summer camp for the day. Since the events are fall and spring, it works well. We all draw teams and do weird shit. But all the games are designed to get us working together and knowing everybody in the company. Hell, the cleaning staff is included. First time was weird till the booze kicked in. Now, we're all like a bunch of frat kids.
The games go on till three, then we all just hang out for the rest of the time and kinda filter off home. No spouses allowed.
The first time there I met Bob. He's in marketing, I'm in production. We're about the same age, married, kids, etc. He and Ellen, Susan, and I have become a group. Bob and I always manipulate the team selection to end up together. Nobody's noticed, or if they do, they don't care.
It was three-thirty. Today was the fifth time we've had this event. Bob and I were wearing the sort-of uniform for the day, loose athletic shorts, a tee-shirt, short socks, and runners. It was hot, and our shirts and shorts were a bit sweaty. We were standing next to one of the many kegs.
"Well, now what do we do?" Bob asked as he filled my cup.
"Too early to go home, and I'm not in the mood for a sit-around and complain session like last time."
"No shit. What is that guy's problem?"
Bob referred to Ralph, in sales, a misanthropic malcontent, "I think he needs to get laid." I answered.
Bob laughed, "Ralph couldn't get laid in a whorehouse with a fist full of hundreds."
That had us both laughing. Bob pointed off to the back of the camp, "Let's check this place out. The map board says there are trails."
At the extreme end of the camp property, there was a trailhead. A signpost had a map nailed to it, showing a two-mile loop. Black and yellow caution tape was strung across the opening in the woods with "danger" written on a crude sign.
"Well, that fucks that idea," I said.
Bob smiled, "Oh, why?"
Now I smiled. One of the reasons we get along so well is that both of us like to take risks. It helped get us promoted.
"We might get in trouble."
Bob looped a long leg over the tape, "One can only hope."
There were no crevices or washouts. No downed trees. The bad part must be further on. The trail was hard-packed dirt, free of sticks and leaves. We walked in silence, our shoes padding on the soft earth. The trail took a few curves, breaking up the sightlines. Bob spoke, "Not very dan..."
He stopped talking, and we stopped walking when we heard voices. Something didn't seem right. I felt it, and from Bob's expression, I knew he did too. We walked slowly towards the voices. I could make out words now.
"We good back here?"
I knew that voice.
"Yeah, we'll be fine. The trails blocked off, and those people are such goody good followers, nobody will go over the caution tape."
Bob and I shared a quizzical and then conspiratorial look. One of them was an area manager in marketing. I wasn't sure about the other. My first thought was that they are out here doing coke.
"Mmmmmm, you're really hard today." That was Vince, the manager. I looked at Bob. His eyes were wide, like mine. They were down a short side-trail that went to a bench. Thick brush shielded it from the trail, but we found a less dense spot. They hadn't seen us. Through the branches, we could see everything.
Vince is about thirty-five. He's tall, over six feet, and runner lean, tightly barbered brown hair. The other guy I recognized as a forklift operator, Jack. I would guess around twenty-eight or so, stocky, muscular, blond.
The gap in the brush was narrow. Bob and I were shoulder to shoulder as we watched in stunned silence. Vince and Jack were massaging each other's hard cock through their shorts. The sunlight through the tree canopy reflecting off the gold wedding rings. I was curious. Way back in college, I had an 'event.' I liked it but not as much as girls. I watch some porn, not much since Susan and I do well in the sex department, and never gay stuff. But this had me mesmerized. I didn't want to walk away, and I noticed that Bob made no move to leave either.
Vince had Jack's cock, still under his shorts, in his hand. Jack had his hand up Vince's shorts. Jack looked around, "You sure we're safe?"
Vince put his hand down Jack's shorts. I could see the waistband of Jack's briefs, "Yes." Vince pulled his hand out and got down on his knees, "My turn to suck first, right?"
"Yes, I sucked you first last time. I'm so fucking hot to have your cock in my mouth."
"As soon as I get you to cum in mine, Jack."
Vince carefully pulled Jack's shorts down over his light blue bikini briefs as Jack flipped off his tee. His shorts dropped to his ankles, and Jack stepped out of them. Vince had his mouth pressed against the fat bulge in Jack's briefs, "I love this cock."
Vince put his hands on Jack's briefs' waistband and drew them down his muscular legs, letting an impressive fat erection pop out. Had to be at least eight inches of cut, hard cock with a big head. I felt my cock swelling. I was confused. Yeah, I had a thing in college, but I'm married. I'm not gay. But I can't stop watching this, and it's really exciting me. I glanced over. There was a bulge in Bob's shorts too. He stared ahead at the clearing as Vince slipped Jack's underwear off his feet and tossed them on Jack's shorts and tee. Vince stood and grasped Jack's cock. Mine flinched with the sensation of being Jack. Vince masturbated the younger man, "My turn, Jack. Undress me, then I want your cock."
Jack slid his hands under Vince's tee and slid them up his side, the tee piling up on his hands and the fluttering off over Vince's head. Jack leaned in and took one of Vince's nipples into his mouth. Vince groaned, "Don't do that. I'll fucking cum in my pants."
Jack got down on his knees, "Can't have that."
Jack slid Vince's nylon shorts down his long legs and let them drop. Covering his ankles. Vince stepped out. Now he stood wearing just a jockstrap. Jack ran one hand over the bulge in front and the other over Vince's hard round ass, "Nice, a jock. Love it."
Vince pressed his hips into Jack's massaging hand, "Thought of you when I put it on. Take it off and get up. It's my turn."
Jack pulled the front of Vince's jockstrap out and down, releasing a nice six or seven-inch thin, cut cock with a small head. As he slid the supporter down, Jack kissed Vince's cock, "Couldn't resist."
I looked over. Bob had one finger just touching the bulge in his shorts. I rubbed my erect penis with my finger, wondering if Bob saw me. Jack got up. I watched two naked men standing in a forest with hard cocks, nearly touching. My penis pulsed. It wasn't just that I was turned on by two men about to have sex. This was two men I knew. Two married men, like me, about to have oral sex.
Jack got up and sat on the bench. Vince got on his knees between Jack's open legs. He grasped the young man's penis and licked it from bottom to top. Jack sighed, "Oh man, that's nice. How much time we have?"
Vince, his mouth poised around Jack's fat hard cock replied, "Not enough. We need to get a room again."
"Or you need to work late. Ohhhh fuuuccckkk."
Vince slid his lips down Jack's cock as he cupped the balls that lay underneath it. Jack's hands touched Vince's head, "So fuckin good."
Vince was very comfortable sucking cock. I was dying to take out my erection and masturbate. As I watched, I thought. Bob stayed and watched. I can see he has an erection. He's making no attempt to hide it and actually rubbed it a little. I haven't been with a guy since college. Suddenly I want this.
The gap in the brush was small. Bob and I were shoulder-to-shoulder, touching. Our hips kept touching. We'd wrestled around plenty doing the stuff at these events and had no problem. I moved my left hand, palm facing out, across the front of Bob's shorts just enough so I brushed the hard bulge. Then quickly back to my side. He didn't flinch. Didn't even look at me. Did I just fuck up?
Then I felt his fingers. His hand was at his side, fingers touching my leg, right next to the edge of my shorts. Bob flicked his fingers, running them over my leg for an inch or so. There was no innocent explanation for that touch. His fingers stayed in contact as I carefully and slowly turned towards him. Vince had Jack's cock in his mouth, and Jack had his head back and eyes closed.
As I turned, Bob's fingers stayed touching my shorts. A little more. Now his fingers just brushed my erection. He didn't pull away. I turned more. Now my married friends' fingers were feeling my hard cock. I reached out and touched the bulge in Bob's shorts. He gave a quiet sigh. I ran my fingers up the outline of his erection. He's big. Bigger than me. I felt a warm spot at the tip of his penis. Bob's fingers were now wrapped around my cock. I held his. We watched Jack cum in Vince's mouth.
"Oh fuck, Vince. Gonna cum."
Vince backed off till his mouth cradled just the head of the younger man's cock. Jack groaned quietly, and I watched his ass flex as he shot his cum into another man's mouth. Vince stayed on him till Jack touched his head. Vince got up. Jack's cock was red from the action and shiny from the cum and saliva.
Jack reached out and took Vince's cock in his hand. Vince moved up the to bench. Bob had my cock in his hand, still over my shorts. I was holding his, squeezing, wondering how it would feel not hidden by cloth. Wondering where this was going. Jack had his hands clamped on Vince's ass as he gobbled the older man's cock.
"Yeah, Jack, suck me. I'm so horny. I'm not gonna last long."
Bob was masturbating me through the fabric. I stroked him too as we watched.
Vince was right. It only took a couple of minutes, "Oh, Jack. Here it comes."
Jack's fingers dug into Vince's trim ass as I watched Vince's ass flex, and Jack gulped. Vince was cumming into his mouth. Bob stroked faster. I matched his motion. It felt weird to have another man's penis in my hand, but I liked it—a lot.
Vince and Jack were getting dressed. It didn't take long, and Bob never stopped touching me. The other two left the area by a second path. Bob and I stepped out into the clearing around the bench. It was awkward. Bob solved that. He sat on the bench, "come over here."
I stepped in front of him, and he pulled my shorts down. I said nothing. Leaving my shorts at mid-thigh, he pulled my briefs down, letting my hard cock free. He held it in his hand, "Don't say anything. I want to do this before I over-think it."
A man's strong hand held my cock. I watched as Bob leaned forward and opened his mouth. His wet lips touched the head of my cock. He didn't pause and slowly took all of me into his warm, wet mouth. It felt great. Mostly because it was so wrong. He clenched my ass as he moved his mouth back and forth on my erection. I've had plenty of blowjobs, but this one was different. It was like he knew what would get me to cum. I don't know if he'd done this before, but he was doing well. His hand moved to cup my balls and finger the area behind them. I couldn't believe how fast he had me at the edge.
"Gonna cum." I said as a warning. I didn't know how far he wanted to go with this. Bob kept sucking. I felt the surge, "Here it is." I gasped. I spurted into Bob's mouth. He didn't flinch. Just gulped and kept sucking till I tapped him on his head. He leaned back. Before it would get awkward again, I sat next to him, "Your turn. Get up."
I was about to undress a man. Strip him and see his hard cock. I stuck my fingers in the waistband of his shorts, pulling both the shorts and his briefs down. He was big. Bigger than me, cut, with a fat head. Before I could have second thoughts, I slipped my mouth over the head of his cock, tasting the drop of pre-cum at the tip. I took more of him into my mouth. Bob groaned, "Oh fuck, that's nice." I liked it. I liked having his cock in my mouth. Knowing I was pleasing him. Feeling him fill my mouth.
I took more until I gagged a little. I felt for his ball sack and fondled them. I let my hand move around and clutch his ass. This may be the only time I get to do this, so I wanted as much as possible. I had already decided that I was going to take his cum in my mouth. Bob's hand rested on my head. My mouth moved up and down on his fat hard cock. I'm gonna be unhappy if he doesn't want to do this again. Maybe I'll talk to Vince. Bob was pumping his hips into my face, "Jim, gonna cum soon." I kept sucking, racing for my prize. I felt his ass clench under my hand, "Here it is." He said as I felt his cock twitch, and a bolt of hot musky cum bounced off the back of my mouth. Three more, then he sighed, and I reluctantly released his cock.
We quickly pulled up our shorts. Bob spoke, "Okay, let's not say anything right now. Sleep on it and talk after work tomorrow."
I said nothing as we walked briskly out of the woods to our cars.
Susan and I had sex that night. It was good. But, as she was sucking my cock I felt a tiny bit jealous. I wanted a cock in my mouth. Later, as she slept naked beside me, I went over everything. If Susan and Bob stood in front of me naked and I had to choose, it would be Susan, every time. But I'm still cheating. That was a problem. I knew Bob would be cool, no emotional problems. Susan and I joked once about a threesome with a guy. I had joked, it was no problem if us two guys bumped uglies, the guy being some unknown male. Susan raised an eyebrow and said, careful, I might like that. Then she put my cock in her mouth, and we never mentioned it again. Now, I wondered if I should tell her. No, not yet.
Monday was, well, Monday. The usual desk full of crises, all of which had to be resolved immediately. Tashika, my secretary, had everything in descending order of perceived need laid out on my desk. As I went from file to file, I glanced at my desk phone and cell, wondering if Bob would call me or whether I should call him. I didn't have time.
Tashika left at four-thirty. I texted Susan that I had about an hour of work left. She sent back a picture of her pussy and a sad face. I gave her a big smile emoji.
Ten minutes later, Bob slipped into my office. My reaction? Apprehension, fear. No, not fear, just dread. This could be uncomfortable. He sat in front of my desk, "How'd your day go?"
I pointed to the small stack left, "Ain't over yet."
He leaned back in the chair, "Yeah, mine was like that too. It's like everybody thinks shit up all weekend to drop Monday morning. I just got done."
There was the weight of the pause hanging in the room. Once again, Bob took the lead, "Well, we need to talk about sucking each other's cock Saturday."
"I liked it. I want to do it again." I blurted. Not wanting Bob to do all the uncomfortable talking. There, it was out there.
Bob smiled, "I don't know what happened. I've never done anything like that. But watching Vince and Jack, knowing they are both married and so casual about doing what they did. It turned me on, you know. I just had to try it out. I saw you were hard. You made no move to leave. I looked at the bulge in your shorts, wondering. I've never seen a hard cock in real life, other than mine. Ellen's let herself go and has lost interest. I'm needy. I guess that's what put me over the edge. Then when your hand brushed my cock, I knew it was cool with you too. Then, undressing you, putting your...cock in my mouth. It excited me. I wanted more. I wanted to taste you when you got off. Wow, listen to me, talking like a fucking girl."
I laughed lightly, "Yeah, really. You never get personal like that. But my friend, you did not directly respond to my statement. I loved having your cock in my mouth, and I loved feeling you cum." It was easy now. I knew how Bob felt.
Bob stood up. He had black dress slacks with a narrow leather belt and a light blue button-down shirt. His penis was hard, and pressing the fabric around the zipper into a lovely bulge, "This give you my answer?"
I wanted that cock. But I had to tease, "Say it, Bob. I did."
Bob moved closer, "Jim, I want you to pull down my pants and suck my cock until I cum in your mouth. Then I'm gonna put your cock in my mouth and drink your load."
I turned in my chair as Bob approached. He stood, inches away, that bulge in his slacks calling my mouth. I gently caressed the fabric, feeling the hardness behind. Bob sighed. I slipped the end of the thin leather belt out of the retainer and pulled, releasing the catch. I let the belt open to reveal the button at the top of his pants. Using both hands, I pushed the button through the hole. Bob's pants blossomed a little, the silver zipper and that little tab teasing me.
I heard Bob's breathing deepen as I grasped the little tab and pulled the zipper down, slowly revealing his black boxer briefs. As the zipper lowered, Bob's pants opened and slipped down his long, lean legs, pooling at his ankles. His hands touched my shoulders, "Thanks, Jim. I really need this."
Not wanting to wait, I slipped my fingers into the waistband of Bob's underwear and slid them down, letting them sit on top of his pants. I took his rigid cock in my hand, stroked it briefly, fondled it a bit, and then leaned forward and let my lips slide over the big, fat head of my friend's penis. It felt great sliding into my mouth, over my tongue that caressed the little spot under the head of his cock. Bob stifled a groan, "Fuck, fuck, fuck, this is so good. I'm sorry, Jim, but I'm gonna cum so fucking fast."
I paused, speaking around his cock, "Then we need to do this more often," and then taking all of him into my mouth, stifling the gag. Bob's hands went to my head, holding me. I let him hold me and fuck my face. My hands went to clutch his muscular ass, fingers deep in his crevice, fingering his hole. I'm so into this now.
Bob's being good, fucking my face but not plunging. He feels so good. His pace picks up, "Gonna cum, Jim."
I want it. I want to feel this man's sperm launch across my tongue. Bob's cock swells and then the first jet, then three more. Hot musky cum bathes my tongue. My hand, holding his balls, feels it cumming. Yeah, I'm a cocksucker now.
I suck him a little more, then release his softening penis and look up. Bob's smiling, still panting a little, "Whoa, better than Saturday. Let's switch. I want your cock."
I get up, and Bob, not bothering to pull his underwear or pants up, sits in my chair. He briefly caresses my erection over my pants before quickly undoing my belt, unsnapping and unzipping my khaki slacks, letting them drop to my ankles as he slides my white briefs down, releasing my hard cock.
"Yeah, that's what I want."
I look down as another man takes my cock into his mouth. I touch his shoulders. He pauses and looks up, "You can fuck my face too if you want to. Cum when you're ready. I want it."
I hold his head and fuck his face, pushing deeper each thrust. Bob just takes it, and soon I have all of my needy cock in his mouth. His hands clench my ass, his finger poking in my hole. This is so nasty but so good. I'm dying to cum, fill this man's mouth with my seed. His finger pushes into my asshole, increasing my heat. I'm not going to last. I'm already thinking of the most taboo thing we can do. Maybe next time. My balls are tingling, "Gonna cum, Bob."
He moans as I plunge my cock deep into his mouth. It's here. I can't stop it. I pull back till just the head of my cock is in his mouth and let my sperm launch. Bob groans, and his tongue caresses my spurting penis. Fuck, this feels good.
After three shots, I feel the edge fading. I touch Bob's head, and he lets me fall from his mouth and swallows, smiling. He gets up. We're standing in my office, our pants and underwear around our ankles and the taste of each other's ejaculations still in our mouths. I reach out and hold Bob's cock. It's swelling again. I gently stroke him to hardness.
"That never happens. I'm never ready to go again this fast. But, I can't stay."
I let his cock go and feel mine growing, "It's fucked up, but I'm getting hard again too. Haven't been like that since my twenties."
Bob pulled up his briefs and pants, "Well, looks like we have a thing, eh?"
I pulled my briefs up over my half-hard cock, "definitely."
Sitting with my drink before dinner, my phone goes off, text. I open it. Bob, naked, masturbating. I quickly give a lol and close it.
I got into a movie, and Susan went to bed. When the movie was over, I stepped into the downstairs bathroom and opened Bob's text vid. As I watched, I dropped my running shorts and stroked myself to hardness, recording the process. Then I worked my cock till I was ready to cum and recorded my cock shooting all over the bathroom counter. I sent him both and went to bed. The following day, it was a pic of his morning wood. I sent him a pic of mine.
Work was crazy for two days. Late work with no opportunities for fun. Well, we did sneak off to the visitor bathroom and suck each other off in a stall, very risky. Bob recorded it using my phone. It was fast but good.
Friday afternoon. I'd sent Bob a text telling him to meet me at my office after everybody left. I heard him come into the outer office and the click of the lock. He opened my door, stepped in, and locked that door too.
"Can't be too safe, ya know."
I laughed, "Yeah, this way, we can make a little noise if we want. Everybody gone?"
Bob was undoing his belt and untucking his shirt, "I saw Jack heading up the stairs, probably to Vince's office."
I kicked my shoes off and yanked my shirt out of my pants, "I liked watching them."
Bob's pants dropped, and he stepped out of them, now only in a pair of black cotton man's bikini brief. His penis already hard, the head sticking out of the waistband, "I think about talking to Vince. Not sure how that would go."
I was down to just my pants, "Interesting idea, but not today. Wanna give me a hand here?"
"Sure. Love to." Bob came up to me, and his hands worked my belt as I felt up his hard cock, "Keep that up, and I'll cum before you get your mouth on it."
I stopped, "Can't have that."
Bob got my belt and pants opened and let them drop to my ankles. His jaw gaped, "Whoa! What the fuck?"
I turned slowly with my pants at my ankles so Bob could get the complete look of his friend wearing a Victoria's Secret pink thong. My cock pushed the front out in a fat lump, with my balls nearly straddling the thong. Bob gently caressed my erection behind the lace, "I think my cock just grew an inch. You really know how to ramp up the guy fun. Susan know you stole her thong?"
"She chose it for me this morning."
Bob shook his head, "Whaaaaat? Man, that's wild."
I rubbed my cock, "When I get home later, I'm gonna fuck her with it on. She loves it."
"Get out of those pants," Bob said as he shoved his briefs down and flicked them onto his pile of clothing.
I stood in just the thong. Bob moved closer until our bodies touched. Something new was going to happen. I sensed it. Our eyes met as his face moved towards mine. I didn't even think about it when I angled my head. Our lips nearly touching, I whispered, "Isn't this a little gay?"
Now Bob's arms were around me, clutching my ass. I moved my hands to cup his as he whispered back, "We came in each other's mouth, twice now. You're wearing your wife's panties. Speak for yourself, but, me, I'm bi, and I want to enjoy it."
Bob naked, knowing that Vince and Jack were probably having sex, two floors up. The thong. I was fully in a 'why not' mindset. I pulled on his firm ass, and our lips met, mouths open, tongues touching. It didn't feel weird, just different. Bob's hard cock rubbed against mine, the thin lace between us. My libido was racing.
For a minute or so, we explored each other's mouths. It was different; the stubble, strong hands holding me, strong fingers exploring my hole. It was also exciting, the wrongness. We disengaged, panting.
"Wow, that was intense." Bob said, "My cock got even harder."
I held his erection. I dropped to my knees and took him into my mouth. I loved sliding my lips over the firm, smooth head of Bob's penis. Feeling it glide over my tongue. Tasting the precum. I got almost all of him in. He gently held my head as he fucked my face. I cupped his balls and felt the heat. As Bob stroked his cock in my mouth, he spoke, "I have a favor to ask. I've been practicing with Ellen's dildo. I want you to fuck me."
Kissing, now fucking. This is getting intense. But the same idea came to me the last time we were together. I let Bob's erection slip out of my mouth, "You sure? I tried it with Susan, and she screamed."
Bob bent down, showing me his asshole as he got something out of his pants. A tube of sex lube.
"Use lots of this, and we'll be fine."
"Sure, I'd love to fuck you. Not sure about you in me thought."
Bob had a finger full of lube and was rubbing it on his ass, "That's fine. You can suck me off."
He went to my desk and cleared off the few items there. He passed me the lube and got on the desk, laying on his back. He looped his hands under his knees and pulled back, "Jim, finger me. Get me real slippery."
Before my hands got messy, I set up my phone to record us.
"Ohhh, that's kinky," Bob said.
I massaged lube all around his ass. Then one finger inside. Bob groaned, "Oh yeah. Can't wait." I slowly put two fingers in his ass and moved them around. Bob's cock was leaking precum. I leaned over and took him into my mouth. He tasted great.
"Not too much, Jim, I'll cum."
I stopped and wiped the remains of the lube on my cock sticking out the side of the pink thong. I put my fingers in the waistband. Bob waved his hand, "No, fuck me with it on, please."
"My pleasure, "I replied. I moved between his legs and put the head of my cock against his asshole.
"Push, Jim. Stick it in me nice and slow."
I pushed, and, with a bit of pressure, the head of my cock popped past his sphincter. He groaned again, "More. I want all of it. It feels good to be filled."
I pushed more of my erection inside my friend's ass. It was incredibly tight and slippery. Then I was all the way inside. Bob was panting, "Fuck me, Jim, hard. Give it to me."
I did. I fucked his ass. Hammered him. It felt great. We were looking at each other as I filled his ass with my cock. The room got hot. We were sweating, grunting. The slap of our bodies. All too soon, I was there.
"Gonna cum, Bob."
"In me, Jim. Cum up my ass." He panted.
I rammed him one more time and held my cock inside as I came, filling his ass with my cum. Oh, man, it was good. I stood between his legs, my orgasm complete. His cock was twitching.
"Hurry, Jim. I'm so close."
I pulled out and dropped my head, taking his cock into my mouth. Three good sucks, and his hands held my head as he filled my mouth. It was a lot, and I loved it.
We snuck down the hall to the washroom to clean up, running in the halls of our office building naked. My cum dripping out of Bob's hole. We laughed like hell.
We were getting dressed back in my office. I pulled my pants up.
"I loved the panties, Jim. You do that often?"
I slipped on my shirt, "No, it was a spur of the moment thing. We'll do it maybe once a month or so. You'll just have to check-in and find out."
Bob leaned in, and we kissed. Bob whispered, "count on it."
Bob and I played golf Sunday with two other guys. No chance for fun, but it was a good day. At our cars when we were leaving, Bob leaned in, and we kissed, fondling each other's hard through our pants. We were way back in the parking lot, out of sight.
"I want your cock in my mouth." Bob panted.
"Too dangerous, and you know it," I answered, feeling the hard profile of his erection through the fabric.
We broke apart, "Yeah, I know, but I need to get fucked again."
"Soon enough, my friend. We'll find a way. Till then, watch that vid we made."
I stepped into a quiet house, unusual for a Saturday afternoon. Susan wasn't sitting by the pool, not in the den. I went upstairs. The door to our room was open. I went in.
My wife lay naked on the bed. She had been there a while. Her favorite vibrator in her hand, sliding in and out of her very wet pussy. She was watching a video on her phone with an earpiece. My wife doesn't watch pron videos on her phone or anywhere.
"Get showered and get back here." She panted as she had a small orgasm.
I showered in record time. Two minutes later, I was naked and hard next to her.
"What are you watching?"
She didn't stop the video. I couldn't see the screen, "Something I never thought I would like. It pissed me off at first, but the more I watched it, the wetter I got."
My fingers toyed with her wet warm pussy lips. I loved the feel of her pubic hair, "Wow, now I'm curious."
"Oh, it's stuff you've seen before." Still focused on the tiny screen.
"Really?"
My wife picked up a remote lying on the bed and touched a button. The sixty-inch flat screen came to life, and there I was, my hard cock lancing my best friend's ass. Grunting, groaning. Bob begging for more cock. My life was over. My cock collapsed. Susan muted the TV with me still fucking Bob's tight ass. She put the phone down and turned to face me.
"I found these on your phone by accident. I would never have known. I looked at all the pictures, then the video. My reaction was shock, hurt, fear, anger all mixed up together. But I didn't shut the video off, and I was getting very wet. Now I was angry with myself for being turned on. I masturbated watching you and Bob have sex while thinking about how to divorce you. After my fourth orgasm, I dropped the phone and cried for a long time. I was so conflicted. Why didn't you tell me? We've joked about Bob and the fact that Ellen won't fuck him anymore, and by the way, he has a nice big cock."
I said nothing. It seemed like the best option. Susan continued, "After I'd masturbated to the video again, I could finally think. You have been a wonderful friend, an awesome and considerate lover. Nothing changed since these pics started. Yes, you were cheating on me. I think you would have told me sooner or later. You two have only been fucking around for a week or so, and your desire for me has not changed at all. In fact, you're worse than ever. Yesterday you almost fucked me in the kitchen with the kids upstairs, so I knew you weren't changing sides on me.
But something has to be done here. You cheated with a man, a man that I know. A man with a big penis, bigger than yours. You put his cock in your mouth, and I can see you liked it. You need to be punished. The fact that watching you two makes me incredibly horny cannot be used in your defense. Ignore these wet sheets. What should I do?"
As my wife told her story, I was thinking, planning. I was as caught as I could be. No way out of this, "You need to do whatever will help you reconcile your feelings about my cheating activity."
She kicked up an eyebrow, "Whatever?"
I rubbed her pussy a little more. She was getting wetter, "Whatever. I'm wrong here, and I'll accept whatever you decide."
Susan didn't answer right away. My fingers toyed with her pubic hair and slid in and out of her warm, wet tunnel. I took my thumb and flicked her big fat clit. She groaned, "You're making it difficult to think here." I stopped and took my hand away. Susan put her hand on my cock, still very soft, and looked at me, "I want to watch."
What?! "But you are. You have the video."
She massaged my cock and balls, slowly coming to life, "No, dear. I want to watch. I want you and Bob here, in this bed, sucking and fucking while I sit in that chair and watch."
"Bob will never do that."
"Well, then you might suggest that this video could end up on Ellen's phone."
"You'd do that?"
Susan smiled, "Never. But don't you dare tell him that. You owe me. Make it happen."
"As you wish. Now, you just going to sit and watch?"
Susan smiled, "Maybe."
"What are you going to wear?"
She leaned over and took my hardening cock into her wet mouth briefly. She released me and got out of the bed, "I'm not saying. This is my punishment, and I'll do whatever I like. You got a problem with that?"
"No." I did, but I had to admit she was absolutely right. Now I just had to convince Bob.
On Friday evening, a very long week later, I opened my front door. Bob walked in wearing running shorts and a Tee, "We really gonna do this?"
I had just a pair of boxers on, "Yeah, we are. She's up in our room. She only has one rule. Act like she's not there."
"Is she going to participate?"
I reached out and rubbed Bob's cock through his shorts, "My friend, we have no say in this. She's going to do whatever she wants." I let go of Bob's growing cock and headed for the stairs.
Susan sat in the lounge chair in the corner of our bedroom. She was wearing one of my tee shirts. Her hard nipples told me no bra. The shades were down. One bedside lamp on. She sat in deep shadow. We closed the door.
Bob and I faced each other. He could see the chair. I moved in and angled my head. His lips met mine, but the passion wasn't there in either of us. We tried, but Susan watching was killing the mood. Susan clicked on a small light on the table next to her. Then Bob whispered in my ear, "She's playing with her tits. I love your wife's tits. She's got her other hand on her pussy."
My lips brushed Bob's neck," She can come from me sucking on them. Just like I suck your cock. She wants this."
That broke the ice. As Bob and I made out, tongues deep in each other's mouth, Susan clicked off the light. It was like she wasn't there. Bob's rigid cock rubbed against mine through our shorts. His hand clenched my ass, and I clenched his, "You got anything on under there?"
"Just a jock."
I broke our embrace and dropped to my knees. I heard Susan quietly gasp as I slid Bob's shorts down while he shucked off his shirt. The white jock seemed to glow in the half-light, straining to contain Bob's big, hard cock; the head peaking above the tight elastic band. As I slipped my fingers under the waistband, I could hear my wife's fingers sloshing in her sex. Bob put his hands on my shoulders as I slid the jock down his legs. His hard cock against the side of my head. He stepped out. I took his erection in my hand, turning us a little to improve the view, "I can't wait to suck your cock, Bob."
I heard Susan cum. My cock was like iron as I slid my lips over my friend's hard penis. Being watched was hot. Being watched by my wife was more than I imagined. I took as much as I could, the head hitting the back of my mouth. I loved the feel of his cock. Soft, yet hard, blood pulsing, Bob panting. I cupped his loose, warm scrotum and fingered his ass ring.
"Jim, keep that up, and I'll cum."
I loved the taste of Bob. Feeling him gush in my mouth, but it was too soon. I stood, and we kissed again. Now Bob was on his knees, sliding my boxers over my hard cock. He wasted no time getting his mouth on me. I looked over. Susan was still in deep shadow, but I heard her panting, and she came louder this time. I looked down at Bob. He was looking up.
"You like having my wife watch you suck my cock?"
He smiled around my erection, briefly releasing me, "Hottest thing ever. Wish I could see her."
Bob took all of me in his mouth. Like him, I wasn't going to last. A light came on. Susan sat in the chair, naked, her legs over the arms, spread wide. Her nipples were huge, and her pussy a sea of milky white. She was gasping, "Cumming boys. You're making me cum again." Then the light clicked off. I pushed Bob's head away, "Gotta stop, or I'll cum too."
"Fuck him." Came in a hoarse whisper from the chair. Bob smiled, "Well, since she insists."
Bob got into the doggie position. A large tube of sex lube landed on the bed. I was going to stick my cock up my friend's ass while my wife watched. What a life. I fingered some up Bob's ass. He groaned, "Oh yeah. Give it to me, Jim."
I did. I put the head of my cock at his ring, grabbed his hips, and pushed, the head spreading his ass and settling into a familiar place. I drove in all the way, he liked that, and I started fucking Bob's ass. He groaned again, "More, Jim. Fuck my ass." I heard Susan cum again. I knew I wasn't going to last much longer. Bob's ass was tight and warm, holding my cock like a fist. I concentrated. I wanted to last.
I made three minutes. "Bob, gonna cum up your ass."
He was grunting with each slam of my hips into his, "Do it, bro. Fill me up."
I did. I stopped holding back, went deep, and released my load. I yelled with lust as my cock jetted up Bob's ass. I held myself in him as we panted. I gently pulled my wilting cock out.
"Go wash, then get back here."
Following my wife's orders, I got off the bed and went to the bathroom. While I washed my cock I listened.
"You like getting fucked?"
"Yes, it was my idea," Bob replied.
"Would you like to fuck me?"
"Hell yes."
Susan laughed, "Not going to happen. I am tempted by that big cock of yours, but no. Sorry."
"S'ok, I like seeing you masturbate."
"I've made a hell of a mess over here."
I heard the light click on, "See, I put a towel down to catch all my cum. I came four times already. Mmmmmmm."
I walked back into the room. Susan was masturbating in the chair. Bob was stroking his cock. I got back on the bed and moved over him, wanting him in my mouth.
"Stop. It's time my husband got fucked."
We had tried, but I wasn't a fan. But one look at Susan told me this was going to be my day. Bob got the lube and fingered it into my ass. He used lots. Susan stepped into our closet as Bob moved behind me. He took more lube to put on his cock.
"Stop."
Bob, with a handful of lube, looked over the same time I did. My wife stood in the closet door with a cock strapped around her waist. Fortunately, it was much smaller than Bob's.
"I said he needed to be fucked, just not by you. Put that here."
She was next to the bed, and Bob put his hand around the fake cock and spread the lube taking every opportunity to touch Susan in the process. She did not stop him.
"Okay, that's enough." She said, "Get ready, Jim. On your knees."
I got into the doggie. Susan moved behind me, "Bob, help me get this on target."
I turned my head. Bob held the fake cock with one hand as he steadied himself by putting his other hand on Susan's ass. It only took a few seconds.
"Thank you, Bob. Now, go sit and watch. No cumming."
I felt the rubber dick push against my ring as my wife spoke, "You have been bad. You cheated, You had sex with Bob. This is your punishment."
My wife pushed the rubber cock into my ass. I don't have to describe the feeling. It was a bit better. She'd chosen a small dildo, so it wasn't like Bob's big bat. I might get to like this. As she plowed my butt, Susan talked.
"You like me fucking your ass, James?"
"No."
Her hand landed hard on my ass, "What did you say?"
"Yes. I like having my wife fuck my ass."
"That's better. You like having Bob's cock in your mouth?"
"Yes. I love sucking Bob's cock."
"Does he cum in your mouth?"
"Yes. I want him to."
"Do you cum in Bob's mouth?"
"Yes, unless we have time, then I cum in his ass."
"I bet you'd like to suck his cock right now. He's sitting in that chair. On
a towel filled with my cum, stroking his cock, watching my cute round ass flex as I fuck my husband's ass."
I nearly came, hands-off. I groaned. Susan pulled the fake dick out of my ass.
"I won't cum from that, and I need a good fucking. Roll over and move to the edge."
Susan took the cock off and tossed it away. She leaned down and kissed me, burying her tongue in my mouth. She broke the kiss but stayed close, "I love you, and this is the nastiest thing I've ever done. I'm so fucking horny right now."
On my back. My head off the edge of the bed. Susan moved over me and paused, looking at Bob.
"Could you help Jim get lined up?"
Bob was out of the chair like it was electrified. He took my rigid cock and rubbed it around my wife's pussy. I'm sure his fingers wandered. Susan sighed, "Okay, Bob, I'm on it now. You like that little feel you got?"
"Oh fuck yes."
"Well, don't go too far away. That big cock needs some attention."
Susan settled on my cock and rode me. Looser than Bob's ass but softer. I took her nipples and pinched them. My wife orgasmed, "Oh fuuuuccckk. More."
She cinder-shifted, sitting full on my cock and moving her hips forward and back, rubbing her clit on my pubic hair. She looked at Bob, "Feed him your cock."
Bob smiled and moved over my head. Perfect angle, his cock slipped into my mouth. It felt great. Bob took one of Susan's nipples and pinched it, "Of fuck, that's good. Stop."
Bob's hand retreated, and he held my head as he fucked my face.
Susan came with a groan and a gush, covering me in her spend. That set Bob off. I felt him grow and spurt into my mouth, all warm and spunky. I was last. Grunting around Bob's softening cock as I came in my wife's pussy.
We lay, the three of us, on my bed. Covered in sweat and sex. Susan rolled over and fiddled with Bob's nipples, "Now, here are the rules. You two can play, but only if I am present. If your urges are overwhelming, you have to get my permission and record. No playing at work, too dangerous. Deal?"
Bob and I smiled at each other, "Deal." I replied. Bob nodded his approval. My wife was not finished, "Oh, and Bob, you may be wondering why all this happened and why you got to feel me up. Mostly to punish Jim, he seems to be sufficiently contrite now, but also in sympathy for your situation. Next time, it will require Jim's permission for you to touch me. Ellen isn't fucking you or sucking you. I know, we talk. She drinks too much and talks too much when drunk. She has a girlfriend."
Bob was genuinely shocked, "Do I know her?"
"You should. It's your mother-in-law."
