[Originally posted on 7/19/13 on another host]
I occasionally have free afternoons. And on those free afternoons, I occasionally try to find some sexual companionship. When I do, I often post and/or respond to ads on a certain (somewhat sketchy) website. Usually, nothing (and no one) comes of it–but sometimes, sometimes, things work out pretty well.
Yesterday was one of those ad-posting afternoons. I got a couple of potentially interesting responses. The most intriguing was from Tom, who described himself as being in a “FWB” couple. He wanted to bring his girl to my place, and do it soon–I gathered that one or both of them was sneaking out for a lunchtime tryst. We exchanged a few e-mails, and right around noon, they knocked on my door.
Tom’s about 5 years older than me, and Ann about 5 years younger. He is gregarious and a little loud–but charismatic. He’s tall and kind of barrel chested; not at all bad looking. Ann is cute, a little heavy, and very… busty. She’s definitely friendly too, but seemed quiet compared to Tom.
Turns out they’re both married, just not to each other. Can’t say I was terribly surprised to learn that–but I was a little surprised by the full story. They and their spouses are all swingers, and all regularly have sex with each other. Apparently, Tom and Ann both have higher drives than their respective spouses, so the two of them get together by themselves (with permission) pretty regularly.
We, of course, started out with small talk (which is when most of the above came out), but they were obviously raring to go. (Again, I think they were kind of on the clock.) He was groping her lightly almost as soon as they sat down on my couch. Not more than ten minutes after they walked in, her top was off and she was undoing her bra. He got on his knees in front of her and started sucking her breasts (did I mention they were huge?). I sat across from them enjoying the show and getting hard.
She didn’t wait very long before she had him sit back down (to her right). She undid his pants and got his dick out with his help. He was about my size in length (i.e., about average), but way thicker. She leaned over and swallowed it as soon as it was free.
Seeing her suck him was all I needed to get fully erect myself. I stood up and took off my pants. I stroked myself for a bit and then sat down beside her, to her left.
Her hand was on my cock immediately. She sat up straight and stroked us both, but just for a moment. Then she leaned over in my direction, and I was in her mouth. Clearly, we were not interested in being coy.
She did the suck-one-stroke-the-other-now-switch thing for a while, and it was very nice; she has a soft mouth and definitely knows how to use it. I was definitely enjoying her attention, and enjoying watching her give it to Tom in turn. After a while, Tom stood up then knelt in front of me. Ann pulled my cock out of her mouth and pointed it at him. He bent down and swallowed it.
He, too, was definitely very skilled; at least as good as Ann. Their techniques were quite similar, interestingly enough. He sucked for a while, then she sucked, then back to him, then both of their mouths were on me. Which was very very very good.
He sat back down where he’d been before, and I clearly had a decision to make. As I said in one of my introductory posts, I’m bi to some degree, but putting a guy’s cock in my mouth is absolutely not something I do often or without serious consideration. Though I’ve done it a few times, it is not a line I cross lightly, and that will probably always be the case.
But, I definitely had a pretty good/comfortable feeling about Tom and Ann both. And, after all, Tom had (a) brought me a very cute lady with very nice tits who’d been sucking my dick very pleasantly and (b) also sucked my dick himself. There wasn’t a ton of analysis on my part here, but it clearly seemed that the thing to do was get on my knees for him. So I did.
I cupped his balls with my left hand and and wrapped my right around the base of his shaft. I opened my mouth and leaned forward. Then his head, salty and warm, was inside. I kept going. My tongue slid across the underside. I kept going, until I couldn’t take any more in. My mouth was open wide and his cock was pressing down my throat. Then I reversed the process and lifted my head up. Down, up, down, up.
There’s nothing in the world remotely like the feeling of having a dick in your mouth. I mean that on every possible level; physical, emotional, psychological. There, on my knees, some part of my brain was reflecting on that, on the fact that I was sucking a man’s cock, that I was very intentionally doing so in a way that, as best I could, maximized the sexual pleasure I was giving him. And, finally and most clearly, that I liked it.
Ann was naked now, and Tom was masturbating her. I needed to take a break, so I sat down and watched him get her off. She came, then took her turn on her knees, for both of us. She told us to put our dicks together, so we stood in front of her and did. She licked and sucked us both.

[Not us, but we totally did this.]
She came easily and often, as it turns out. I jerked her off while she sucked Tom, he jerked her off while she sucked me. I sucked him some more, he sucked me, she sucked us both; it was an extremely oral afternoon. There was no vaginal penetration, which was fine; I enjoyed what we were doing tremendously.
I forget exactly what was said, but it eventually became clear that they needed to wrap things up, so to speak. So, we all sat down on the couch, with me in the middle. Tom (on my left) and I stroked our cocks, Ann played with my balls. I told them that I was a very heavy comer and wanted them to see it. Tom especially seemed excited by that. I jerked faster and faster, told them I was on the edge, and finally let it go. I splattered my own chest with three or four strong spurts. Tom was audibly surprised and impressed.
I was half lost in a post-orgasmic haze as Tom finished himself off beside me. When I had the strength (and will) to stand, I got us all towels. We wiped down and put ourselves back together. A bit more small talk and they were gone. I still had the taste of Tom’s dick in my mouth, and my skin was sticky with the last traces of my own semen.
Tom and Ann both host occasional “house parties.” I told them that I’d love to see them again, at a party or otherwise, and would love to meet their spouses. They seemed interested for sure, but, of course, who knows? Whether I see either or both of them again, it was definitely an afternoon well spent.