Two-Day Workshop - by Fisher
The phone call came as a pleasant surprise. "How would you like to come own for a two-day workshop, and spend the night at our house?", my friend George asked. I checked my calendar, and said, "Sure, that'd be great." George and I had known one another for quite a few years, and he had often suggested that he and his wife lived a fairly open lifestyle, in spite of having young children. I had never actually met her, as our jobs were in fairly distant cities, but he had told me lots about her - enough to pique my interest.
I travelled to the workshop a few weeks later, and after six hours of boring business, looked forward to kicking back and relaxing. We made our way to George and Jill's house, in time to have a beer or two before dinner, and to give George the opportunity to play the father role with his kids while it was still light. Jill, his wife, was busy preparing dinner. We chatted, and got to know one another a little, and passed the daily pleasantries. She appeared to be the typical suburban housewife, but certainly not unattractive. After dinner, the kids were bathed and put to bed, and we continued socializing. All of this was very "on the up and up". We helped Jill clear the dishes, and George suggested a walk in the back yard. Although it was fall, it was still mild enough to walk around in our shirtsleeves. As we were strolling along, George offered me a joint. Never one to refuse a free offer, I helped him toke some excellent homegrown weed - good enough that we decided another would be a great idea. By the time we got back to the house, we were both extremely mellow, and ready for just about anything.
George got some tapes from the hall closet and set up the VCR. Now I have to say that he and I had in the past shared some blue movies, this at a time when they were fairly rare, except as Super 8 films. So, I pretty well knew we weren't going to watch a tape of the family vacation. Anyway, we started watching this raunchy blue movie. Jill had by this time joined us, but seemed disinterested, as though she was acknowledging that this was "a guy thing". Nevertheless, she didn't leave the room, nor stop looking. Just the normal suburban housewife sitting around with friends watching the show. After a bit of this, George suggested that I check out the sauna he had just finished building in the basement. We had both enjoyed saunas in the past when we travelled together in Northern Ontario, and he knew how much I loved them. Of course, I jumped at the chance. "Great, I said, but I didn't bring a suit." "Not to worry, "said he, "we normally sauna in the nude." At this I thought, "Oh, wow!"
George and I went downstairs, stripped and got into the sauna (He had turned it on earlier). Jill stayed upstairs, watching the video. The sauna was pretty small - basically a four-seater, so we sat fairly closely together on the top shelf, letting the heat soak away the aches and pains of the day. A few minutes later, Jill joined us, also deliciously naked. I couldn't take my eyes off her. This ordinary housewife had a lovely body, small but well-formed breasts, and a lush hairy muff. Having always been very partial to eating lovely hairy pussies, I couldn't believe my eyes. I was mellow enough from the excellent pot that I didn't get hard right away, and just vegged as she took her place on the lower shelf. We sat there and quietly enjoyed the sensations of the sauna, still making small talk.
All of a sudden, a small, feminine hand reached up and circled my now rising cock. I couldn't believe it! Another man's wife was wrapping her fingers around my cock, and he was watching with approval. She didn't say anything, and I, too, was speechless. She stroked it almost absentmindedly, while I quickly grew to a full erection. I reached down and touched her hair, and then her earlobe, palming the line of her chin. She strengthened her hold on my cock, and leaned into my hand with her face. We still hadn't spoken - like, who needed to. George reached over and put his hand over hers, and they both wrapped their warm hands around my now straining cock. I reached over and did the same to George. His cock was lovely. I had not had another man's cock in my hand since I was first seduced when I was fourteen. I loved the sensation. I wanted nothing more than to sink my mouth over the end of his gorgeous instrument, but when I leaned over to do so, he shook his head. Not wanting to spoil the mood, I stopped, and returned my attention to what their hands were doing to me.
Thanks to the pot, I didn't shoot my load as soon as would normally have. Instead, my rigid pole of angry purple flesh stood solidly at attention from its pubic shrubbery. My normal seven inches seemed like nine, as the educated fingers of my dear friends worked their magic. I thought of mouths and cocks, of cocks and pussies, of cocks and assholes, of mouths and noses buried in fragrant pubes. No sooner had that thought rushed through my now thoroughly stoned brain, but Jill turned and engulfed my member with her oh so willing mouth. It was like dipping my cock into warm, liquid honey. I was ecstatic. Never in my life had I been fellated, and then to have such an expert work on me was heaven. She inhaled my cock like a bass sucks in a minnow. Her lips formed an airtight seal, sealing in my juices. I felt like the bottom was being sucked out of my brain. I could taste her tongue in my mind. My cock was like my tongue in her mouth. I was hard-wired to this woman's sex. I don't know whose hands were cradling my balls, and I didn't care whose finger was insinuating it's slow and lovely way into my hole. All I knew was that I had never in my life been this turned on, and this willing to try anything - anything at all. I was so ready, I'm sure that if he or she had tried to fist me, I would have been a willing disciple. As good things go, this also had to end. After holding off for what seemed to be hours (but was probably only about 5 minutes - pot will warp your sense of time), I could feel the cum rushing up from the depths of my balls. The shot drove her head back, but she never missed a stroke. This woman loved the taste of cum! I pumped and pumped and pumped, but was finally done. She sucked the dregs, then turned to her husband, and passionately, and deeply kissed him on the mouth. I could see the small drool of jism escape their lips as they kissed.
Meanwhile, her hands were busy with his still rampant fuck-pole. She went down on him as though she had been doing this all her life. Even though I was flagging slightly after the sucking I had received, I was still able to reach over and gently slip my fingers into that luxuriant bush of fragrant pubic hair, and fondle her inch long clit. This woman was built for sex! I couldn't wait to wrap my lips around her little fem-penis, and to do for her what she had done for me! She moaned with satisfaction when I found her love bud. It was literally dripping with her juices. I tried one finger, then two, then three, then slipped my hand into her love canal. She was going slightly insane - her husband's huge, but stubby eight-incher stuffing her throat, and my hand buried to the wrist in her snatch. Between us, we lifted her off the bench, suspended in mid-air, sucking and being wrist fucked, all at once. She was whimpering, trying to come. Her fuck juice was dripping down my arm. I had one hand in her love canal, the other fondling her delicious breasts and supporting her slight body. Finally George gave a great groan, and unloaded what seemed like a cup of jism into his wife's throat. She swallowed madly, gave a great groan, and collapsed on my well lubricated wrist. I still don't know if she passed out. If she did, it was short and sweet. We all three got up, hugged one another with all the associated groping, and headed for the shower.
George and Jill turned on the water, getting it comfortable before I was invited to join them. It was your basic tub-shower layout, so we didn't have a lot of room. Nevertheless, George and I managed to wash Jill to within an inch of another orgasm. We toweled each other off, and headed back to the living room. George and Jill checked on the kids (OK there), and then we remembered to pull the drapes. (I don't think the neighbours actually saw three naked people wandering around). The tape was still playing, but after five minutes of watching it and cuddling on the couch, the towels were put on the floor and we got into some serious fucking. Seems like Jill really like to get fucked, and George liked to watch - well, for a while, anyway. She beckoned to me, grabbed my cock, and started sucking. I was already half hard, and it didn't take very long before I was fully up again. Still, I wasn't about to give up the opportunity to feast on this magnificent bush that was displayed in front of me. In no time, my tongue was installed in her pussy, my nose playing bump-de-bump with her amazing, inch long clit. I couldn't help it, I had to taste this woman, and believe me, she was exotic!
In the meantime, her husband, taking all this in, had a raging hard-on rising from his crotch. Jill was rolling her eyes as though she was on drugs, though both George and I were the stoned ones, not she. She caught sight of his penis, and begged him to fuck her in the mouth. He was quick to comply. In the meantime, I decided that she was ready for my rampant cock. I straddled her legs and sank my cock to the hilt on the first stroke, she was so ready. As I lay on her sliding my cock into her wonderful gash, her husband's member was stroking in and out right in front of my face. I reached out and once again cradled those lovely balls in my hand, and snaked my tongue around his cock in her mouth. We were truly connected! We fucked like this for what seemed like hours, sliding, sucking, fucking, eating, and finally ....cummming!! We three came together in what seemed like rivers - there was come pouring out of her snatch, her mouth and down her chin. She swallowed all that she could, and I licked up the rest. When George and I both pulled out, we cleaned each other up, and got one another hard again.
We took a little break, and put a new tape in the VCR, but we all agreed it didn't hold a candle to what we had been doing for the last hour or so. We once again snuggled on the couch, Jill with a cock in each hand. This time, our recovery was a little slower, so we sipped some wine and generally just held and fondled one another. Eventually, we were ready again, and Jill took my hand and led me to the towel. We 69'd for a while, which was truly lovely, but she was bound and determined she was going to get fucked yet again. This time, she wanted it doggy-style, and, not suspecting a thing, I said, "Great!!". She got on her knees, and after I slithered my tongue into her pussy and her delicious anal bud, slipped my once-again erect, but tiring cock, squarely into her hot box. It was like slipping it into a hot greased glove. She had muscles that she hadn't used till now. I almost came when I entered her, but managed to hold off.
George, in the meantime had left the room, but returned almost immediately, wearing, of all things, a condom. His massive cock was sheathed in latex, but that certainly didn't stop it from looking angry and ready. I didn't have time to wonder, as Jill urgently sucked my into her incredibly hot channel, and I was so ready. I wrapped myself around her, cupping her lovely tits in my hands and slowly sliding my well-used cock into her pussy. I was truly hanging loose when I felt a finger probing my anus. At first, I resisted, but then thought, "What the hell", and relaxed. The finger was coated with some sort of lubricant, and felt absolutely wonderful sliding in and out of my asshole. I moaned a little, both from fucking Jill, and from the finger in my ass which had become two, reaming me gently, while another had was fondling my balls. I moaned again when the finger was replaced buy a hard, hot cock, encased in a safe. I didn't know whether to back up into this wonderful intrusion, or to forge on ahead into Jill's hot snatch. I moved ahead, and George's cock pushed me onwards. I felt the head slipping into my virgin hole, and opened up to take it all. The ridge of the head passed through my sphincter, and it felt as though an elevator had dropped in my guts. I forgot all about Jill in the exquisite pleasure of this wonderful cock making its way into my rectum. "God!", I cried, "I can't stand it, but for God's sake, don't stop now!!". He grunted and shoved his wonderful cock all the way in. It felt like nothing I had ever experienced. then he started to pull out. How do you describe the sense of loss yet intense pleasure - who knows, I didn't have time to think about it as he once again sank that hot rod into my ass. What a feeling!! No wonder women love getting fucked by a truly well trained cock. I felt my bowels shift, with an incredible feeling of fullness. When he withdrew, it was like my brains were getting sucked out of my head. Back and forth he fucked, while I was driving my cock into his wife. We were totally connected. He increased the pace, and I knew he was about to come. How I wished he had removed the rubber. No sooner had I thought it but he pulled out, whipped off the safe, and entered me again in the raw. What a rush! His cockhead easily slipped into my rectum, and as he did, Jill started to moan with her oncoming orgasm. I could feel the pressure building in my own balls, and felt George's cock start to swell. We came together in a welter of bodies, cocks and sperm flying around and totally satisfied. We lay on the floor, Jill hugging us both, and slowly starting to lick the cum off our bodies. I reached over to George's dick, not worrying about spoiling the moment, and sucked that massive trunk into my mouth. Jill, in the meantime, wrapped her lips around my cock, while George dove into his wife's snatch with a vengeance. We sucked each other like this for quite a while, since we had little left to give but hugs and kisses. Nevertheless, we did manage to come one more time in each other's mouths.
By now it was early in the morning of the next day, and as we both had to go to work, we called it a night. I would have liked to share the bed with them, but they made it clear that the rest of the night was for them alone. In a way I was grateful, because I was not sure I could get it up again.
What a night!