We’d been out in a foursome my husband Rick and me along with a couple of friends, Jan and Larry. Well I always knew Larry had a bit of the hots for me but somehow he managed to get his sweaty hand on my thigh and gently squeezed it under the table as he continued talking to his wife. Dirty fucker.
I had especially chosen my black number to wear for the evening, low cut and revealing plenty of my ample cleavage. Larry’s eyes were continually there, staring surreptitiously. I loved that. It made me a little wet knowing that parts of my body were turning him on big time.
His fingers dug gently into my upper thigh and I knew what he was after but like my other male friends, they were never going to get inside my knickers, let alone inside me. Larry knew what he wanted and I knew what I was prepared to give him as long as the opportunity arose.
Guess what? The opportunity did arise after we all retreated to their place in posh up town suburbia. Larry came onto me after I’d used their bathroom. He was outside the door waiting for me and, from the bulge in his trousers, I knew he was turned on. Larry shoved me back into the bathroom and pushed the door to. Was I trapped? It was not a problem at all.
He kissed me, pushing his tongue into my mouth and grappling with my boobs. As long as he was gentle I didn’t mind that too much. Larry pressed his body against mine, the hardness of his weapon so obvious. So what’s a woman supposed to do? I slid my hand between our bodies and groped at his rock like tool and rubbed it through the trouser material.
‘Handjob?’ I asked.
‘I want you Lucy...’ he sounded desperate.
I drew down his zip and slipped my hand into the trousers. ‘It’s this or nothing.’ Larry groaned as my hand found its way under his pants and gripped his cock. Now I’ve wanked quite a few cocks in my time, big ones, small ones, thick ones, thin ones, white ones, black ones. And never have I failed to make a guy cum. I’m not saying I’m an expert at all but I can usually bring them off far faster than they anticipated.
Such was the case with Larry. I felt his hands on my tits, groping and rubbing and lifting. Then one plopped out of its holster which surprised me but then, with a handful of his cock at least he was getting another thrill too.
It didn’t take long, I worked hard and fast on him, feeling quite impassionate about the situation until his body began jerking and a guttural sound escaped from his throat. That did it! I moved out of the firing line and pushed his cock up against his stomach as he shot his load upwards and mostly onto his shirt and jacket.
‘Bitch!’ he cursed.
‘You wanted it. You got it. Hope Jan doesn’t notice.’
I’ve never seen a guy turn beetroot red so quickly. There, pushing the door open, stood Jan, and behind her, Rick. I turned to face them as I gently pushed my breast back into place whilst Larry grabbed his still displayed cock with both hands.
Sighing I said he had tried it on with me, which wasn’t far from the truth. What happened next had to be seen to be believed. Jan moved up close to Larry and pursed her lips for a kiss. Larry fell for it hook, line and sinker. Close up she suddenly released a vicious and perfectly aimed knee in the groin. Larry fell to the floor clutching his privates in considerable pain.
I was prepared for a confrontation with her but she just grinned at me and said he’d had that knee-in-the-crotch coming for a long time. Rick had a wicked look in his eye and could see the funny side of the situation. After that we went home.
Of course Rick wanted to know all the details of my little escapade and I told him everything. By the time we got to bed he had hatched a plan which, quite frankly, got me as horny as hell.
So what was his plan? Well, it sounded like he wanted to cuckold me but I wasn’t playing that game. He just wanted to watch me having it away with another guy.
Would have been a real turn on for him. No way I told him, so he came up with another idea. Give out a blowjob that would appease him. Appease him? I wasn’t going to put myself in the position where some prick was going to shoot its load in my mouth. No way I said again.
To say Rick was disappointed was an understatement. Then he came up with the horn blowing idea that I dish out handjobs to a few mates he knew from various places. Well, to be honest I always got the hots myself when I thought about feeling up a guy’s weaponry. Yes. That was my answer which my pussy agreed with. It was hot, damp and quivering with desire as Rick, hard as hell, ploughed into me. I wanted it gentle and long lasting but he was too excited and soon squirted his massive load of semen right up me.
With the plan settled, Rick introduced me to one of his mates, Kenny. Now Kenny was a bit younger than us, but I always noticed the bulge in his jeans that told me how much he’d got tucked away. And it was no different when Rick brought him round to our apartment to watch a porno movie. Kenny sat on the sofa and I sat beside him whilst Rick sat in the easy chair controlling the remote.
It didn’t take long before the attention turned from our drinks to the screen and the filthy sex that was being shown. Of course I noticed how Kenny’s bulge was becoming larger and pressing, probably uncomfortably, against the denims. I could see Rick glancing anxiously across towards me, his hand rubbing his own cock through his trousers.
I know I was getting wet down below, but it wasn’t because of the porno, it was the thought of releasing that apparent monster of Kenny’s and jerking it off. I know he was partly embarrassed by it, but I knew he really wanted to turn towards me. Very soon his hand fell casually onto my leg and I looked at him and smiled. He drew it up towards my crotch when I stopped him.
Rick’s eyes squinted as I whispered into Kenny’s ear. ‘Get it out and I’ll give you a handjob...’
‘But...’ he stammered looking across towards Rick who smiled and nodded okay.
Kenny unbuckled his belt, unhooked the jeans and dropped the zip. From there his cock popped its way up and over the waistband of his briefs. I gulped. It was a beauty and already hard. It was probably around eight to nine inches long, really thick and veiny. Oh it looked gorgeous. Before I even touched it I wondered what it would be like taking it inside me but, I knew I couldn’t and wouldn’t.
Over in the corner Rick already had his cock out and was stroking it. He mouthed a silent ‘get on with it,’ to me. Kenny slid an arm round my shoulders whilst his other hand groped my boob. I didn’t mind that too much as Rick was there and knew what was going on, in fact I helped him ease it out of its holster. Kenny’s lips sealed themselves onto my hardening nipple but it didn’t matter to me. I was only interested in one thing... that beautiful cock of his.
My gentle fingers traced a line from his cock head to his scrotum following those prominent veins all the way down, then, very nimbly, drawing my nails over the tip of his cock. Kenny groaned and tried to thrust towards me. I took his weapon into my hand and slowly drew the foreskin downwards until it was absolutely taught. With my other hand I drew circles with my fingernails round his highly sensitive glans causing something like shock waves through his stem. He loved it.
Rick was loving it too, already belting his tool hard and fast. He’d come too soon I knew. I began to working my hands up and down Kenny’s cock, wanking him much to his delight. Somehow my head was getting lower and nearer to his bell end and I knew I could have taken it into my mouth. My mind said ‘no’ so I stayed within striking distance.
I knew he was getting too excited so I began my rapid hand motion, up and down, up and down, so fast my hand was a blur. My other hand played with his loaded balls, gently squeezing and releasing them. His cock soon leaked pre cum that ran from the tip of his knob down his stem and onto my hand. Faster, and faster, knowing by the guttural sounds and how his body began to tense and jerk that he was near to exploding. And exploding he did. Thick creamy liquid spurted upwards and onto his teeshirt, over my hand as his cock went into spasms.
It’s not often I do it, but as he relaxed and I had drained as much of his juice from him, I sucked the cum off my fingers and made a meal of it. Rick had already shot his lot and was still tossing his flagging tool. Meanwhile Kenny pulled my head to his and planted a slobbery kiss on my lips. I made sure he tasted himself.
Soon after Kenny left, Rick and I had the hottest sex for a long, long time. I loved it, loved the feel, taste and memory of Kenny’s weaponry. I knew Rick would suggest doing it again.
And we did, for the next three weekends, every time with a different guy. I was shocked when Rick brought home a teenager, probably only just of age. As soon as I had his cock in my wanton little hands he shot his lot, much of the lumpy stuff landing on me. Of course it didn’t end there. I had to get him hard again and toss him off properly. Again it didn’t take long and I felt somewhat deprived of proper pleasure. The pleasure always came later with Rick.
I think I became a little bored with this handjob game. It was always good to feel up a guy’s tool but there is a limit and Rick understood why I began complaining at the thought of more of his buffoons. Guess what? He only wanted me to start dealing out blowjobs to all and sundry. Not really my thing. Oral is great in the bedroom with Rick but not for every one of his perverted friends.
Can you ever be sure that they haven’t got a little unwanted present for you, or, nearly as bad, squirt their load right down your throat?
So what was the next step in Rick’s plans? Mercifully we’ll just have to wait and see...