I arrive home to see a car in the drive. It had been a long day at work, and this was the last thing I needed right now. Who the hell was it? And how long were they planning to stay? My wife hadn't mentioned anything. Grabbing my phone and wallet, I wearily get out of the car and head up the path to the front door, hoping it wouldn't be long before the guest, or guests, leave and I could settle on the sofa with a beer and the remote.

I let myself in the front door, and my wife calls out.

"Hi darling, we have a guest with us. We're in here, in the lounge"

I walk through to the lounge, and before I even have a chance to sit down, my wife starts, and I find myself listening to a verbal onslaught outlining all manner of reasons we should have a new kitchen. The lightbulb in my head goes off, and I realise the guy sitting on my sofa is a kitchen salesman. My wife is on a mission, but what throws me, and indeed, my wife, is when the man sitting on my sofa interrupts my wife.

"Don't I know you?" he said, looking at me.

"What?! No, I don't think so"

Nothing seems familiar about him, and my wife's head is turning back and forth between us, wondering what the hell is going on.

"Errrr no, I am pretty sure I have seen you before, I just can't think where"

There are then several minutes of banter between us, attempting to guess where we may have met, to which even the wife joins in offering suggestions, but alas, to no avail. Until suddenly it dawns on me! Oh god! No! Shit! Fuck! I realised where I had met him before, and on absolutely no account did I want it to come out, or indeed, for my wife to know anything about it.

I start panicking and try to distract and steer the conversation back to "kitchens", and my brain starts thinking of any way to get this guy out of the house, never to return and as soon as possible. Alas, that was not about to happen, and worst still, it was at that moment the penny dropped for our guest and my whole world as I know it started to crumble around me.

"Oh, I remember now, we met in sixth form at school. Oh, it must be 20-plus years ago. It's John, isn't it?"

I want to deny it, but I can't, of course, given that he had just called me by my name. I remain silent; I'm panicking.

"Don't you remember me? It's Peter... Oh god!" he stops abruptly, and that was when he had another lightbulb moment, and he remembered exactly where he had last seen my face, namely on the end of his cock!. "What?" I said, sensing the worst and hoping for the world to swallow me right up now (oh, the irony of that word, swallow!).

"Oh god, I have just remembered. Oh, maybe I shouldn't say anything? Sorry!!"

He looks to me, and then my wife, and then back at me again.

My wife jumps in.

"Wait! What, what is it? What do you mean, you shouldn't say?!!"

There is a pregnant pause as all three of us look from one to another, no one daring to speak first.

"Oh, it's nothing really. It's just a nickname we use to call John", he says, teasing me.

"No. Come on, let's forget about this," I tried to interject, pleading with my eyes for him not to say anything more.

"Oh no, darling, if it's something about you from back then, I want to hear it," my wife chirps in all smiles. "Surely it can't be that bad"

"Shall I tell her, John? Shall I tell her your nickname at school?" says Peter, looking at me, smiling.

"Well, I guess I am not going to be able to stop you, am I?" I glared back at him.

"Oh yes, tell me, Peter. What did they call John?"

"It's quite funny, really," she said, pausing for effect and laughing, and finally turning to face me with a grin.

"They used to call him Cocksucker"

"What?!" gasped my wife. Her face went blank with shock and surprise.

"It was just a joke name. There was nothing in it," I said, trying to play things down, but there was no getting away with it.

"No, it wasn't a joke name, was it, John, and you know it. It was exactly what you were," Peter intervened.

I was mortified. He had said it out loud, and spelt it out clear as day, and my wife had heard him. And she had no reason not to believe him. My real problem, of course, was that what he was saying was true! I had sucked loads of cocks in sixth form. I was one of a few resident cocksuckers, used and abused by anyone who wanted their cock sucked! But I had never told my wife about it, nor indeed had I ever indicated that I was or had been bisexual. I look at her, my face and cheeks bright red. I am mortified and so embarrassed and bow my head in shame.

"So you sucked cocks back at school, did you?" my wife asks with the beginning of a smile crossing her face.

I didn't see the smile. I was looking at the ground. I was too embarrassed to look at her.

"Errr, yes, but it was only occasionally, and it was just experimental"

"Bullshit", Peter again intervened. "You did it all the time. You must have sucked me off ten times at least back then. You loved it, and look, you're getting hard now even thinking about it"

"What?!! " both my wife and I said at the same time.

And we both looked down at my crotch to see my cock straining at the front of my trousers.

"Oh, John, look at you. You're getting turned on thinking about sucking cock as we speak. My god, it is true. You are a cocksucker. Wow!!" My wife is shocked but seems excited with a devilish smile on her face.

"Oh, I know," she continues. "How about you suck Peter's cock right now, for old time's sake? You ok with that, Peter?"

My wife was obviously enjoying this and definitely getting turned on at the thought of seeing me sucking a cock.

"What?!! No! "

I look at my wife, silently pleading with her to let this drop and wishing Peter would just leave, but there was no way she was going to let me off the hook now, and there was no denying the growing bulge in my trousers.

"Seems to me that your cock is saying Yes", said Peter and proceeded to unzip his flies and pull out his semi-erect cock, showing it to both of us.

"Oh yes, John, look at his cock", my wife says excitedly, "Go on, suck it for me. I want to watch you suck Peter's cock"

"No, I will not suck his cock", I offer meekly. My cock was now bursting to get out of my trousers, and there was no stopping my wife. She reached across, grabbed my zipper, and roughly reached inside. Moments later, my cock at full mast is out for all to see, and my wife adjusts her grip and starts stroking it.

"Oh, John, do it. I want to see you do it. Look how big his cock is. And look how big your cock is, thinking about it. Go on, suck his cock for me. Or maybe if you are not up for it, maybe I should suck it instead?"

"No, No, don't, don't do it. I'll do it. I'll do it. I don't want you touching his cock." What on earth was I saying, and what on earth was I thinking, and what on earth was I about to do?!!

Peter, it seems, has now run out of patience.

"Good, I am glad we've got that sorted, now get on with it. Suck my cock, Cocksucker, exactly like you used to do"

And with that, Peter encourages me to my knees, and seconds later I am back at school behind he bike shed, on my knees sucking his cock.

Oh god, how I missed sucking cocks. It had been years and was almost long forgotten, except when the wife was away, and I had time to indulge in watching gay porn and jerking off to the sight of large cocks shooting their loads, and a prelude to me shooting my load all over my chest. Now my mouth was full of cock again, and I was back in my element, and my cock was flying at full mast.

I was loving it, and so too was Peter, as he thrust his cock down my throat and not forgetting my wife, she was watching the action close up, as my head bobbed up and down on Peter's cock. She, too, was absolutely loving every second with her fingers now down her panties, frantically rubbing her pussy lips.

"Oh, Darlin, I had no idea you were a cocksucker. Look at you go. You naughty boy. Suck that cock for me, darling. Look at you loving it. You naughty, naughty boy. I bet you can't wait to swallow Peter's load. I want to see you swallow all his cum for me. Will you do it for me? Will you swallow his cum for me when he cums in your mouth? Will you?"

Her "naughty naughty" comments were a world away from Peter's "Suck my cock, Cocksucker", but the sentiment was not lost on her or me, for that matter. I could tell she was trying to spur me on, and I loved her for it. I never imagined I would ever be in this situation, sucking a cock while she spurred me on while playing with herself. And now she wants to see me swallow Peter's cum for her.

"Mmmssss... Mmmssss," I confirmed. Of course I will.

I was now at full tilt, trying to take as much of Peter's cock in my mouth as possible. There had been a time when I could deep throat, so taking a deep breath, I gently reached around and pulled his buttocks towards me, and his cock started easing its way down my throat. My nose was soon touching his belly, and I had completely swallowed his cock. His cock was now buried down my throat.

Peter proceeded to thrust his cock in and out of my mouth, and my wife and I both masturbated. I wanked as I sucked his cock, and she wanked whilst she watched me suck his cock, while Peter watched us both. The scene was a frenzy of hot, unadulterated masturbation and cock-sucking, with the three of us urgently trying to get off.

Minutes passed when, finally, my wife, frantically working two or three fingers in and out of her pussy, announces...

"Oh god, I'm going to cum. Oh god, John, I'm going to cum. I'm going to cum watching you sucking a cock. Sucking a big fat cock. Oh god, I'm cumming, I'm cumming" and it hit her, her body convulsing in the throes of orgasm.

It was too much for Peter, and he promptly tightened his grip on my head and started to cum too.

"Arrhhh... I'm cumming. Swallow my load, Cocksucker. Swallow my fucking cum"

Peter's cock erupted and unloaded at the back of my throat...

"Mmmggghhh... Mmmgghhh...Mmmggghh..."

I gagged on his cock and swallowed all that I could, as rope after rope filled my mouth, and as I swallowed, immediately my cock erupted, and I was spraying cum everywhere.

In the aftermath, I clean up Peter's cock, licking off the last remnants of cum. I remove his cock from my mouth and look up to see him grinning down at me. I looked to my wife, and she too was grinning at me, and I couldn't help smiling back at her. That had been something else and has now opened up all manner of new exciting opportunities for the future. I can't wait.