“I’ve got something new for you tomorrow night,” Blaise told me at lunch Monday. “A married couple wants a private show, street clothes.”
“Married, as in man and woman?” I asked. “That is new.”
“The wife actually called,” he explained. “She said her husband was curious and had been to a show with a friend. It sounds like she’s supportive, like she’s OK with him trying things out. But she wants to be involved. She wants to see what he sees in you, or something. I don’t know. She got kind of fuzzy there.”
Blaise rolled his eyes.
“Anyway, they’ll be at the Lodge at 7 tomorrow for a standard street clothes private show,” he said.
I greeted Melissa and John at the door in a blue button-down and jeans.
After the normal pleasantries, I sat them down with a couple of drinks and asked John which show he had seen and what he wanted to see again.
I recognized John. He had been to most of my shows for nearly a year. And, he had been one of my first private clients. I didn’t say anything. He only said that he had seen my most recent street clothes show with a friend from work and wanted to see that again. He was in khakis and a button-down, not having changed after work, I assumed.
“I also want to see what he enjoyed so much about your show,” Melissa chimed in. She was attractive, in her early thirties, tanned. Her shoulder-length hair was dirty blond at the roots but was bleached much lighter by sun and chlorine. She liked to show off her body. She wore a thin cotton halter that tied around the back of her neck and bared her shoulders and back. The fabric was thin enough to allow her erect nipples to push out for all to see. Her breasts were fairly average, maybe C cups. But her nipples were noticeable, though I doubted they were erect yet. Her round, small ass was barely covered by the high-waisted shorts that left her legs bare to her leather sandals.
“We want to start exploring some new territory, possibly including a third party,” she said.
“A third party?”
“We’re thinking about trying a threesome,” she explained. “But we don’t know any men who would be OK with that. All our friends are either straight or gay. John heard that you were bisexual. So, ….”
I started unbuttoning my shirt while she spoke. Melissa stopped talking when I popped the button on my jeans.
Both John’s and Melissa’s eyes were burning a trail down my torso from my neck to my now open jeans.
“So, … are you looking for this to go farther than a private strip show?” I asked as I slid my hand over my bulge to grab and pull it for them.
“Well,” she licked her lips. “John heard that you sometimes help people with – um – intimacy problems.”
“Some of my clients have reported increased passion with their partners after watching one of my performances,” I said. “The handful of couples I’ve performed for certainly seemed to be affected in a positive manner.”
“Part of the purpose for these private shows is to allow my audience to do whatever they wish while they watch,” I explained as I let my shirt slide off my shoulders. “Feel free to take care of yourselves or each other. Complete privacy is the primary reason for these personal sessions.”
I made a show of eyeing John closely.
“I can see you’re already hard, John,” I said. “Get it out if you want.”
Melissa kept her eyes glued to my own bulge as her husband snapped out of his trance and unfastened his khakis to pull his stiff six-inch cock out. He began stroking it slowly as I unzipped my jeans. I was a little surprised that he was so ready to whip it out and start jacking it with his wife sitting right beside him.
Melissa licked her lips when I pushed my jeans down enough to show my black bikini with a bit of red fluff peeking out of the top. She clearly wasn’t the least bit concerned with what her husband was doing.
After I pushed my jeans down and stepped out of them, I straightened up to give the couple a full view of my arching cock within the tight confines of my too-small bikini underwear.
I grabbed and massaged my cock and balls through the cotton fabric as they both watched mesmerized.
“Who wants to pull them down?” I asked.
Melissa’s eyes darted up to mine for a second before dropping back to my nearly exposed cock.
John’s eyes never left my groin. He just kept stroking his own cock, his jaw slack.
Melissa lifted a hand automatically at first, then stopped.
“Can I?” she asked, looking back up at my face.
I stepped close and she grabbed the black strings on either hip and pulled. I was a little more than half-hard and sprang out at her face. She jumped back with a gasp, her eyes wide.
“Mmmh,” John moaned.
Melissa bit her bottom lip.
I started slowly caressing it along the shaft with the fingers of one hand. As it grew, I grabbed my balls with the other hand and began kneading them.
In a few seconds I was almost completely hard and grabbed my cock in my fist to start a full-on skin-tugging stroke.
Melissa pushed one hand into her halter to begin kneading and caressing a nipple. John was mirroring my movements on his own cock. I could see both their chests rising and falling more prominently.
“Are either of you interested in anal?” I asked, continuing to stroke and knead my cock. “John, do you want to see my butt plug?”
“Yes,” he said hoarsely.
I turned around and bent over to flash my blue-jewelled plug. I slid my fingers up from my balls to push the plug in a bit and let it push back out to its normal position.
“Ooh,” Melissa breathed.
John let out a small moan.
I straightened up and turned back around to continue massaging my cock for them. By then Melissa had spread her legs and was rubbing her own crotch slowly.
“I don’t mind if you give yourself some breathing room, Melissa,” I said, nodding at her hand-covered crotch. “Or would you like me to do it for you?”
Her eyes went wide and she slowly lifted her eyes from my stiffening cock to my face.
“What?” she asked, slack-jawed.
“Stand up and let me undress you.”
She didn’t speak or move her eyes from my face. She just stood up slowly in one fluid motion.
I reached around her neck and untied her halter. Before it fell to release her breasts, I was untying the back tie and then dropped the thin fabric on the floor beside us. I looked down at her tanned breasts. They were round with no tan lines and her areola were dark pink.
I slid the back of one finger up and down her erect right nipple before squatting to her waist.
I unbuttoned her shorts and pulled her zipper down slowly. She made a slight movement and the shorts loosened so I could gently push them over her round hips.
I found a tight string bikini not unlike the one I’d just taken off. Hers, though, was sheer and silky. I could see her landing strip of light brown pubic hair through the polyester.
I slid my fingers under the string and slowly pushed the thin fabric down her tan legs. As I did so, I leaned in to make sure she felt my hot breath against her smooth skin. Melissa stepped out of her bikini automatically, pulling her feet out of her sandals at the same time.
I stood up and leaned back onto my chair, assuming my usual private show position, and went back to stroking my now stiff and throbbing cock.
Melissa slowly lowered herself back down to the chair and lifted her left leg onto the arm of the chair. The effect was a perfect spread that gave me a wonderful view of her wet and swelling labia. An instant later she had a hand on her sex and began rubbing up and down, her eyes never leaving my erect cock.
I found my own eyes locked on that hand as it slid up and down on her crotch. I watched as, first one, then two fingers disappeared between her slick lips. I dragged my eyes up her stomach and heaving breasts to see that her jaw was slack in awe and concentration as her breathing became heavier and heavier.
I forced myself to glance over to her husband and saw that he was building speed on his own stiff cock.
John seemed to be getting closer to cumming than I was. He was beginning to stroke himself in short movements, sliding his palm over his head. He wasn’t going to last much longer. I picked up my pace to catch up.
I sped up my strokes and began rolling my palm over my cock head. I gave them both the added benefit of heavy breathing and show moans as I worked my cock for them.
Both John and Melissa sped up as they watched me pleasure myself. I had never seen John use lube. So, I was concerned he was going to hurt himself. He was jacking himself furiously as I watched.
When I looked over at Melissa, I saw her hand was nearly a blur; two fingers were rubbing viciously over her clit. Her chest was heaving, and a bead of sweat had formed over her upper lip.
I found I couldn’t take my eyes off Melissa’s beautiful pussy and my cock responded quickly. I felt my cum rising and my muscles and nerves pulsing.
“I’m about to cum,” I said. “How about you, Melissa? John? Are you ready to cum? Do you want to cum with me?”
John grunted breathlessly. His eyes never left my cock.
“Yes,” Melissa said in a plaintive moan that sounded almost desperate.
“Do you want to cum with me? Do you want to cum together?” I asked again.
“Please,” Melissa begged.
“God! Yes!” John could barely contain himself.
“Do you want me to cum on you, Melissa?” I asked. “Do you want John to cum on you?”
“Yes!” It was almost a request.
I stood over her as she continued to assault herself. John just leaned closer and pointed his red, throbbing cock at his wife.
It took me only a few rolls of my palm over my sensitive head to send a first thick pulse through the air to land with an audible slap on Melissa’s tanned right breast. She gasped loudly.
John came less than a second later, shooting globs of sperm onto his wife’s thigh.
Several more wads of my own cum landed on her chest and stomach before the intensity began to wane.
Her own orgasm exploded just as my last airborne blast reached her.
Melissa shuddered and quivered so violently it looked more like convulsions. She screamed and panted as one hand continued its assault on her clit and the other spread my cum over her tits and stomach.
In another minute or so, John and I were reduced to dribbling cum from our spent cocks. Melissa, however, was overcome by an extended orgasm that had her moaning and whimpering. Her stomach contracted uncontrollably as her ass cheeks squeezed and her hips thrust up and down.
It was a good three minutes before she pulled her hand away from her crotch, leaning back in the chair, spent and heaving.
John and I both were cleaning ourselves up with washcloths I kept on nearby tables.
“That was amazing!” he breathed. “That was the best show I’ve seen!”
Melissa didn’t say a word as her breathing returned to normal. She just began wiping up gobs of my cum from her chest and stomach and licking it hungrily from her fingers. When she swallowed a wad of cum from one hand, she licked her own juices off the other. She repeated the process of wiping and eating my cum from her skin and then inserting her fingers back into her wet pussy for more of her own.
She jumped a little each time she pushed her fingers back inside but moaned every time she tasted either of the fluids on her fingers. When she’d eaten all my sperm, she found and devoured her husband’s.
“There’s a towel and washcloths on the table,” I told her, hoping she wouldn’t stop cleaning her tanned body like a cat.
“I’ll just head to the bathroom if that’s OK,” she said.
Both naked, I walked her through the house to the bathroom.
When I returned to the living room, John was nearly dressed.
“I take it she knows about you?” I asked as I pulled my underwear up.
“She knows I’m bisexual -- or, curious, at least,” he admitted. “And, she says she’s OK with it. I mean, she knows I’ve been to a couple of your shows with a gay friend.”
“But not every show for the last ten months? Or a private show?”
“Not exactly,” he said. “I wasn’t sure how she would react. So, I’ve kept it mostly to myself. But we’ve been opening up more. Actually, we want to try a more open relationship that includes something for both of us.”
“You both get to have sex with other men?”
“It’s more than that,” Melissa said, walking naked and confident into the living room. “We want to do our ‘other men’ together. In a threesome, we’d be sharing with each other at the same time we’re sharing with someone else.”
She slid back into her chair.
“And, after that show and seeing what just watching you does to both of us, I know just who I want our first threesome with.”
“You mean me?” By then I had my jeans on.
“God! I wish,” John said.
“Me too,” Melissa said. “Would you?”
“You just want a threesome with me?” I asked, my eyes glued to her tanned body. “I guess that’d be OK. Just call Blaise to set up another private session.”
“Well, we want a little more than that,” John said. “I want to try it all. I want to suck and be sucked, and I want to fuck a man in the ass and be fucked in the ass.”
“And I – well, I want you just as much as he does – in every way,” she said.
“So, you want to try every combination of three-way sex between two men and one woman?”
“Exactly!”
“That’s going to take more than an hour,” I said, “a lot more. And it’s going to cost a lot more than what you’re paying for tonight.”
“It doesn’t have to be all at once, obviously,” she said. “We can stretch it out. We have all the time in the world. And I’m sure you have a schedule.”
“And, money isn’t a problem,” John said. He had an almost desperate, crazed look in his eyes that I was sure he was trying to hide from his wife. “I’ll pay anything you ask.”
“Let me consider it,” I said. “I want to talk to Blaise about it. I’m not exactly a prostitute.”
I watched Melissa get dressed. She pulled her panties up and then began tying her halter behind her neck. John stood and tied the back straps. She slid her feet into her sandals and headed for the door.
“We have a privacy fence around the backyard,” she said when she saw me eyeing her shorts in her hand. “The neighbors won’t see me walk from the car to the house.”
I called Blaise after they left to give him his usual play-by-play. He was intrigued by the idea of me being used as some kind of sex therapist.
“Not that you couldn’t do it,” he said. “My sex drive is as high now as it was when I was your age. And you’ve already helped other men, too.”
“Still,” I meekly protested.
“I think it might be good for you to indulge your straight side a little bit, anyway,” he said. “You’ve only been with one woman since we met. You need some pussy.”
“You are the best gay friend with benefits I could ever imagine,” I said.
“I just know that you need something you aren’t getting with your usual diet,” he admitted.
“Yeah. I guess so,” I said. “Melissa does have a great body. I wonder if she’ll model for me. I’ll have to get a few shots of John’s dick for my project, too.”
Melissa wasted no time. She called Blaise just after 8 a.m. the next day to schedule another appointment. I was booked up for the next two weeks.
She was quite insistent.
“Isn’t there some way we can pay extra for a Saturday or Sunday?” she asked Blaise. “I mean, we know we’ll be paying extra for what we’re asking him to do. I’ll pay anything you want.”
Blaise got her number so he could talk to me about it and get back to her.
After lunch, I called her myself. She was willing to pay me $500 if I could come to their house that Saturday afternoon. I had to refuse that.
“Saturdays belong to Blaise,” I told her. “But Sunday afternoon would work.”
The next thing I knew, I had a house call for that Sunday. She actually told me to wear as little as possible and to pull around and park behind the house. They’d be waiting.
I drove to their house in a pair of gym shorts and a tank just in case I was stopped for some reason. But I was naked before I got out of the Jeep in their driveway. Naked, that is, except for three cock rings, two on my wrist and one enhancing my cock and balls.
Melissa greeted me at the back door naked and smiled when she surveyed my body. She led me to their second-floor bedroom where John was sitting on the bed also nude.
Melissa immediately leaned in to begin kissing me and caressed down my chest and stomach.
She moaned a little as she wrapped her fingers around my half-hard cock. I reached around and began kneading her ass cheeks.
A few seconds later I felt a stiff cock sliding up and down my own ass crack. So, I reached back with one hand and grabbed one of John’s small cheeks.
We continued for a minute or two until Melissa had me fully erect and showing a tiny drop of precum.
She took my hand and pulled me toward the bed.
“What do you two want to do first?” I asked.
“How are you at eating pussy?” Melissa asked. “I want to sit on your face and watch John suck your cock.”
Without waiting for an answer, she pushed me down onto the bed and started crawling up over me even before I’d moved up to the head of the bed. She stared at my face the entire time with a hungry look.
Once I was in place, she spun herself around and started inching back on her knees pushing her tanned ass toward me.
She didn’t stop moving until her ass was pressed against my forehead and my nose was firmly against her taint. Her swollen labia hung nearly an inch down to my face and already were glistening wet.
I reached around to grab her thighs and pull her down to meet my tongue.
Just as the tip of my tongue touched her, I felt a fist wrap tightly around my stiff cock and a hot, wet tongue swirl around my head. I had no idea if it was Melissa or John. I just concentrated on giving Melissa what she was paying for.
I ran my tongue up and down her lips inside and out making a circle between each group of lips. Down one side and up the other I licked, making sure to circle her clitoris at the top and to push up past her taint to her tight asshole hovering over my forehead. I positioned my nose so that it pushed in to plow its own line of pleasure through her folds. After a few passes, I moved inward to tighten the circle and move deeper into her sex. A few passes later and I was licking a straight line up and down her slit until she was dripping wet, and I began to feel her butterfly lips spread out, opening to accept me.
Whoever was working my cock was licking it like a lollipop, just single, upward strokes on my frenulum and head. It had to be John. Melissa couldn’t get her tongue in that position with her pussy on my face.
I started working my hips up and down to push John to try something different, to give him the idea that I was into whatever he was doing.
Eventually, I felt my cock slide between his lips and into a hot, wet space. Finally, someone was sucking me. I lifted my hips a bit to encourage them.
Meanwhile, I continued working on Melissa. I pulled one of her lips in between my teeth and sucked on it hard. She moaned at the sensation and began moving her hips a little. I pulled in the other lip and sucked on them both at once, pulling them out away from her. I could hear her breathing becoming heavier.
I let her lips go and began another slow lick up and down her glistening wet pussy pushing in slightly to find her hidden pleasures. I moved down to circle her clitoris over and over until I could feel it affect her. Then I moved to her urethra and played and pushed in as far as I could. When I found the entrance to her womb she gasped and tensed at first, then moaned a little and relaxed when I pushed my tongue in and swirled it around the opening.
I quickly and unexpectedly licked back down to her clit and boxed it back and forth with the tip of my tongue causing her to gasp again. Then I went straight to her asshole and swirled around it, pushing in as much as I could. I then licked a long, slow line all the way through her entrance and urethra back to her clit and flicked it up and down for a minute.
By now she was rocking her hips up and down, grinding down onto my face.
I could hear her moaning and felt hot breath on my thigh. Another mouth was bobbing up and down on my stiff cock while that hand continued to hold the base in a vise-tight grip.
I finally settled on swirling my tongue around Melissa’s clit and maneuvered my hand around so I could push a finger over her tight little asshole. I didn’t try to push in. I just wanted to give her some pressure.
I knew I couldn’t get a finger into her pussy to find her g-spot. If I could, this would’ve been over in a couple of minutes.
Instead, I had to work her with just my tongue and a little ass play.
I moved my other hand around to pull her lips wider so I would have better access to her swollen clit. The effect was immediately apparent.
Melissa gasped loudly and stiffened up when my tongue was able to spin around her stiff, articulated clitoris.
I began working my thumb on her tight sphincter on and off as if I was trying to penetrate, but never really succeeding.
My tongue kept working her clit, stroking it up and down, swirling around it, boxing it side to side and up and down. My nose was perfectly lined up to give her pussy a slight nudge, a little something foreign to rub between her swollen lips.
Soon her hips began to buck, and I felt her abs tighten. When her asshole began contracting and her thighs began quivering, I knew I was close.
I continued boxing the tip of her clit and pulsed my thumb on her ass. Even though her hips were bucking wildly, she seemed to be trying to push her sex harder and tighter down onto my face.
Suddenly, she became absolutely still for a couple of seconds. Then the explosion came. The hip rocking was fast and furious. Her pussy began contracting almost violently. Her asshole contractions alternated with those of her pussy. She screamed and gasped at the same time.
“Oh! God!” she screamed. “Oh, God! Oh, God! Oh, God!”
She was whimpering and whining at once in ecstatic desperation.
I kept abusing her clitoris and pushed the tip of my thumb into her still contracting asshole. Her whole body seemed to be quivering or convulsing. I felt her thighs and ass cheeks quivering uncontrollably as if she were freezing. Her stomach shook violently as it lay on my chest. I could even hear the quivering in her whimpering grunts and moans.
She continued to whimper as her convulsions subsided. I began sucking on her pussy, lips and all. I wanted any juices she’d given up in her violent orgasm. This brought a renewed wave of hip grinding. In a minute I slowed down to just kissing her lips and licking all around them. She occasionally jumped, shuddered, or gasped at some special spot I happened to touch.
I was panting, my face covered in saliva and pussy juice when I suddenly realized my cock was being sucked.
John apparently hadn’t let up on my meat even with all the commotion of his wife having a violent orgasm right next to him.
I was ready to finish so I began thrusting up to John’s face to encourage him again.
He responded by continuing his bobbing on my cock along with tightly stroking my shaft at the same time.
I felt Melissa turn her head as it lay on my hip. I assumed she was watching her husband suck my dick.
“Suck it, John,” I directed him. I thought a little dirty talk might help. “Suck my cock, John!”
He moaned and I could feel his work become more intense. His bobbing strokes sped up. He kept his tongue tightly against my shaft, allowing it to stroke over my sensitive frenulum with every stroke.
“Just like that, John!” I breathed. “Suck it! Make me cum, John!”
He kept going. I helped him along with Kegels and hip thrusts. I went back to licking Melissa’s still dripping pussy.
In a few seconds, I felt my juices rising. My abs began contracting. My balls tightened and my cock throbbed in John’s mouth.
“I’m cumming, John!” I announced. “Eat it, John! Eat my cum! Swallow me!”
Suddenly, his mouth was gone, and a fist was jacking me furiously. I assumed John wasn’t ready to eat cum. Or maybe he just wanted to see me cum. Either way, I came a few seconds later in intense explosive bursts.
When the worst of them subsided, I felt a tongue licking up and down my shaft and a mouth engulf my head, sucking my sperm off me. Maybe John just liked watching me cum. Eating cum was a separate experience.
Melissa lifted her head a bit, as well. Maybe she was sharing my cum with her husband.
Eventually, I heard kissing and moaning. John and Melissa both began to move.
Melissa quickly climbed off me and disappeared.
John showed me to a guest bathroom to shower or clean up however I chose. He and Melissa would be in the Master Bathroom showering together.
“We’re both crazy horny for each other after being with you,” he admitted. “If you get done before us, make yourself at home. There’s beer in the fridge.”
His eyes scanned down my naked body one last time before he walked away.
They still were in the shower with the door open when I finished my quick shower. My clothes – what there was of them – still were in their bedroom.
I heard both of them breathing heavily. John was moaning. Melissa was whimpering.
I waited for them in the living room with one of John’s offered beers.
Twenty minutes later Melissa appeared in a t-shirt and g-string. John followed her in a pair of shorts. They both grabbed beers from the kitchen and sat on either side of me on the couch.
John thanked me profusely for coming over.
“That was amazing!” Melissa said as she slid an arm through mine and lay her head on my shoulder. “We’ll both be fantasizing about today for a long time.”
“Was that all you wanted to do today?” I asked. I’d become accustomed to multiple rounds, especially in a group setting.
“Do you mean we can do more?” John asked.
“Cumming just once in a threesome or foursome setting is a slow day for me,” I said. “What else do you want to try? It’s still only two o’clock.”
“It was so hot to watch John suck your cock,” Melissa said. “I’d love to see you suck his. I’ve never seen his dick in anyone else’s mouth, let alone a man’s.”
“Where do you want to do it?” I asked.
“Can we do it outside?” John asked, suddenly excited. “It’ll feel dangerous like we might get caught at any time.”
“Then your clothes stay in here,” I said. “I’m already naked. And you’re the one that wants danger.”
He stood to push his shorts down.
Melissa immediately pulled her shirt off and let her g-string fall as we walked out the back door.
When I gave him the option, John chose to sit in a patio chair rather than lie down. I dropped to my knees before him as Melissa pulled up another chair to watch the show.
I eyed his cock as I rubbed my hands up his hairy legs. When I reached them, I began massaging his shaved balls. They hung loose from the heat and were easy to wobble and bounce in my fingers.
Then I moved up to his slowly growing cock. I rubbed over it lightly without grasping it. I just let it hang draped over his balls. I watched closely as it began moving and growing on its own.
I looked over at Melissa and saw that she was again stroking her naked pussy. She had spread her legs each over an arm of her chair.
I turned my attention back to her husband’s cock and began stroking him in earnest. In a second, he was half hard.
I lifted it up and leaned down for a long lick from his underside base up over his head and back down the top side. Back up at his head I swirled my tongue around it slowly, wetly several times. By then it was swelling rapidly.
I lifted again to explore his frenulum with the tip of my tongue. I ran the ridges and wrinkles over and over before sliding up to push into his urethra.
He gasped and tensed quietly. I wiggled my tongue back and forth in his pink eye to make him whimper a bit.
As I pushed his head against my puckered lips, I let it spread them to wrap around his helmet. I rubbed his tip against the front of my teeth before continuing my tongue work on and around his head.
I reached up and began massaging his balls with my free hand.
A minute later, I pulled on his balls as I pushed my mouth down onto his stiff meat. I glided him in along my tongue and back out over and over. I gradually pushed it in deeper and deeper until it finally bumped against my throat.
At that point, I closed down and pushed my nose into his pubic hair. His head just passed into my throat.
He gasped when I began a swallowing motion with my throat and swirled my tongue back and forth along the underside of his shaft.
I looked over at Melissa again and saw her stroking her clit violently just as she’d done at the Lodge the week before. Her eyes were fixed on my mouth filled with her husband’s cock. But they were glazed over as if she were in a trance.
By then I could feel throbs growing, pulsing from deep within John’s torso through his balls and up along his shaft. He was almost done so I kept up my swallowing and added a little hum to give him some vibration.
“Oh! God! Yes!” he gasped and grabbed my head. “I’m cumming!”
The first pulse of cum went down my throat. But I pulled him back into my mouth so I could taste the next one.
“I want to see it!” Melissa grunted.
I pulled John’s gooey cock out of my mouth and began jacking him aimed into my open mouth. After a couple of bursts hit the roof of my mouth, I turned to let her see his cum on my tongue.
“Eat it! Swallow it!” she commanded.
I swallowed and again showed her an empty mouth. That was all it took to drive her over the edge.
She immediately went into the same violent, trembling convulsions I’d seen before. Her hand was a blur on her pussy, and I could see a visible puddle forming in the chair beneath her.
I returned to bobbing and sucking and swirling my tongue around John’s sensitive, leaking pulsing meat to get the last of his sperm. Within a minute or so, he was completely flaccid and wet only with my saliva. I’d eaten all the cum he had left.
Melissa was just settling down from her second furious orgasm of the day, at least, the second one I’d witnessed.
I stood up and straddled the arms of her chair pushing my stiff cock in her face. It was oozing precum and a single drop landed on her collarbone as my cock shook and wobbled while I got into position.
“Now, suck my cock, Melissa,” I commanded her. “Swallow me.”
She engulfed me despite her heavy breathing. She swirled her tongue around my head and lapped at the frenulum. I moaned when she used her tongue to push the head tightly against the roof of her mouth and began a strong suction. That was new.
She grabbed my ass with both hands and buried her nose in my red pubic hair. I forced a twitch when I felt my head enter her throat.
I looked over at her husband and found him staring at his wife sucking another man’s cock. He still was breathing heavily, milking the last of his cum from his shrinking dick. I reached over and pushed my fingers through his hair.
I turned my attention back to Melissa and grabbed the back of her head and began thrusting my hips against her face, fucking her mouth with my cock. She moaned and continued to suck with enthusiasm.
Within a few seconds, I was pumping heavy loads of semen across her hot tongue and against the back of her throat. She swallowed every drop without hesitation. She never had to stop to catch her breath or because her mouth was too full of cum.
She sucked me dry much like I suck my lovers dry. She was hungry for every drop and refused to lose a single sperm cell.
I dropped heavily into a chair facing both of them when she finally released me with her hands and her mouth.
As we sat catching our collective breath in the sun, I decided that would be a good time to describe my Cock Project to ask John to get some photos of his dick. I also mentioned I’d like Melissa to model for me.
“I’d love to!” She was enthusiastic. “You just name the time; I’ll be ready.”
“So, you just take pictures of men’s dicks?” John asked.
“I’ve taken pictures of all the cocks I’ve encountered,” I explained. “They’re artistic, not just mugshots. I wish I’d brought some examples with me.”
“Me too,” Melissa purred.
“We can schedule some extra time the next time we get together,” I said. “That is, if you want to continue this after today.”
“Continue?!” Melissa nearly screamed. “Of course, we’re going to continue this! I can’t wait until the next time. I want to see you again as soon as possible. There’s so much more we want to try.”
“Like what?”
“Well, I haven’t seen either of you do anal yet,” she continued causing John to moan his agreement. “I thought that was a staple of gay sex. And I really want to get both your cocks in me.”
“We can do that,” I said, finishing my beer. “But my schedule’s pretty full for a couple of weeks.”
“Oh, com’on. We can do another Sunday,” Melissa whined. “We’ll pay even more. We’ll pay whatever you want.”
“That reminds me,” John said, jumping up and heading inside.
“I’m booked up for the next couple of weeks,” I said. “You can come to my show next Saturday. It was supposed to be a street clothes show, about the same as what I did for you Tuesday. But I think I’m going to try out a new show with a new costume I got in Miami back in May.”
I absently adjusted my package as I sat in the metal chair.
“My shows are geared toward gay men,” I said. “But you might have fun.”
John returned then with five $100 bills for the day’s service and three beers.
“I also have something for you. But it was in my g-string,” Melissa said. “I was going to have you get it out before we came out here.”
John headed back in and returned with another neatly folded $100 bill.
“Thank you!” I said. “Y’know, sometimes I can make some time after my shows for a private session. That is, if Ezekiel or Blaise don’t need me. They take priority.
“But I’m not sure Ezekiel will be there this week. And, Blaise almost always lets me have Saturday nights and Sundays. You’ll just have to come to the show and find out.”
