“Oh shit!” exclaimed Jill.

“What’s the matter?” I asked.

 “Have you noticed the fit black hunk across the pool in the bright yellow Speedo? I was ogling his gorgeous body.  I didn’t realize it right away, but unconsciously, I had my left hand between my legs when he seemed to be looking right back at me through his sunglasses, and smiling. I think he caught me, Ken. FUCK! I’m SURE he caught me.”

 “So you were watching an almost naked black guy, and rubbing your pussy? Where were your thoughts going, Jill? Maybe you’re reconsidering my offer to let you try being a ‘hot wife’ for a night? Are you thinkin’ about trying some strange cock? Maybe some black cock?”

 “I wasn’t rubbing my pussy… well... it might have looked that way, I suppose. You already know that my turning into a hot wife has crossed my mind. You also know that certain black guys light my fire. You’re responsible for planting those thoughts in my head, Ken. I’m not saying ‘no never’, but I’ll know when I’m ready for it. Right now, I’m just embarrassed that he possibly caught me. I’ve had enough sun this afternoon, and now, after being caught by him, I’m gonna take my book back up to our room and have a shower.”

 “OK, but I’d like some more time here at the pool getting tan. So I’m gonna stay a while longer. You have a nice shower, and keep those hands off your pussy if you think about the yellow speedo.”

“Oh fuck you, Ken!!” Jill picked up all her stuff and huffed off back to our room.

 Had I noticed him? Was she serious? A handsome black guy, who I guessed was maybe in his mid-forties, with a magnificent body and an incredibly alluring bulge in his Speedo. Of course, I’d noticed, but didn’t say anything.

I should take a step back here and admit that my story doesn’t actually start here. Not here at the private Las Vegas hotel/club where Jill and I were guests for four nights.

My tale started about six months earlier at a large penthouse condo in Manhattan across the Hudson River from New Jersey, where Jill and I live.

The occasion was a bachelor party for Tim, a gay work colleague who was going to marry his partner. I was a guest along with about forty or so other guys. It was all first-class, but casual dress for the night. Shorts and T-shirts for most, as it was mid-summer.

Soon after my arrival, as expected, it was apparent that the crowd was a mix of sexual proclivities. Some of the guys that initially appeared as straight, later in the evening exhibited, with others, that they were bisexual or gay.

The party became loud and raucous once the strippers arrived, began performing, and mixed with the guests. Hen parties have straight male strippers. This party had about a dozen gay and bi male strippers.

I won’t lie. I’d always been curious about what it might be like to have sex with another guy. I’d ogled guys in the past who have been good-looking with hot, tight bodies who I’d have considered giving a try.

All of the strippers that night checked all the right boxes. They were of assorted skin colors and all incredibly hot. A few would perform for about fifteen minutes, then take a break somewhere and be replaced by a few others. 

I anticipated it would be a long, late evening, so I’d checked into a room at the same hotel to spend the night. Jill initially balked at that,  but later she agreed it was probably a good idea.

Since I had the room and no need to travel home, I set no limit on how much I might drink or what else I might sample.

As the night progressed, the party got more boisterous. Booze flowed. The essence of weed crept into the atmosphere. I eagerly looked forward to each new shift of the strippers. The drinks and sniffing second-hand weed vapors had me very relaxed and comfortable with my curiosity about the hot entertainers. With each shift, they became bolder and more naked. I began to feel horny and excused myself for it. I couldn’t deny to myself that the ripped hot bodies of the strippers, glistening in a fine coating of perspiration,  had begun to turn me on.

Several times, I caught glimpses of one of the guests stealthily leaving the party area with another guest or one of the strippers. They’d disappear down one of the halls leading to rooms off the suite’s living room.

What had I been thinking? I had Jill, my beautiful five-foot-five blond wife with a body like a porn star, at home. I’d never had sex with a guy, and I probably wouldn’t have known how to handle the sex even if I was given the chance.

Nonetheless, ogling the trim, hot, sweat-sheen-coated bodies of the strippers had my cock in a constant state of semi-erection. Thoughts of Jill slipped away and were replaced by my increased interest in the strippers. One of them, a trim-bodied, shaggy-haired blond, had ‘I’m Cal’ tattooed about three inches above his thong bulge. My eyes focused on him whenever he performed. Several times, he caught me. We’d locked eyes, but he’d show no expression.

Aside from the strippers, I enjoyed the party. As I’ve mentioned, I’d imbibed some fine vodka and met several new guys from both teams. All of them were good guys. Some teased me about being one of the ‘straight guys’ in attendance. A couple of them made subtle offers of an introductory sample of male-on-male play. I courteously declined, since none of them had the visual appeal of any of the strippers.

As the evening wore on, the guests' inhibitions began to melt away. Some guys were making out, and clothing had been discarded. It was a hot scene, and I looked forward to it getting hotter. I was pretty buzzed, but it was turning me on big time. I wanted to see how far the debauchery would go. And maybe how far I would go. Around that time, I realized a quite urgent need for a bathroom where I could relieve my bladder.

I knew the halls off the main room led to bedrooms. I assumed, in a place this upscale, that each would have its bath. So I chose the nearest hall and started trying doors.

The first two I tried were locked. The third opened to a surprise. It turned out to be the room that the strippers staked out for themselves and where they came on their breaks.

I said, “Excuse me, sorry, I was looking for a bathroom,” and started to back away. Then I heard, ”Wait, hold on. C’mon in, you can use the one in here. A few of us are just hangin’ out. We’re done for the night now that the guests are pairing up and entertaining each other. That’s why we’re hired, to fire up the crowd.”

So I went in. It was dark with just one bedside lamp on. Two strippers were making out on one of the beds. A hot naked black guy with a huge erection was stroking it slowly in a big soft chair. He was smokin’ weed and seemed kind of zoned out. Relaxing alone on a small plush sofa was Cal. He’s the one who called me back when I started to leave. He looked hotter than ever. Cal was naked. His body was tight and smooth. In the soft light, the shaggy blond locks on his head seemed to be the only hair on his body. A thick eight-inch or so penis was at ease between his thighs. “Go ahead and use the bathroom, it’s fine with us.”

I emptied my bladder, then I splashed some water on my face to kind of sober up. That was a wasted effort. I was too buzzed for that to work. I returned to the bedroom.

 “I’m Cal. Nice to meet you.”

“I’m Ken. Yeah, I noticed your name earlier.”

“Oh, the tattoo on my belly? Yeah, sometimes I forget that others notice it.  I noticed you checking it out quite often when I was in the living room working the party. Pour yourself a drink at the table over there. C’’mon over and have a seat with me.”

So I did.

“I couldn’t help but notice the tattoo, it’s pretty clever.”

“I figured you liked it because you spent lots of time checking me out. Were you hoping for a closer look, Ken?”

“Hey Cal, I’m sorry. I should have been a little less obvious. I apologize, I’m a wee bit buzzed.”

“Hey, no reason to apologize for checking out another guy’s package. I do it all the time. Now sitting here naked, with nothing to obstruct your view, what do you think of the tattoo and associated items? I’m just bustin’ you. You don’t have to answer that.”

“No, no, that’s OK. You’ve got a great body, tattoo, and an admirable package any guy would be proud to own.”

Cal told me to kick off my shoes and get comfortable. I did so without even thinking about it. I couldn’t stop glancing at the eight-inch cock nestled between his thighs.  He noticed me doing it, but I didn’t care. I hoped his interest in me would lead to a new experience. For a moment, I wondered what Jill would think of me admiring this hunk’s cock, but only for a moment.

“Tell me, Ken, if you were checking me and other guys out, you must be horny. Why aren’t you trying to find a guy to play with when the party ends?”

He rested his hand on my ankle.

“Cal, I’m not one of Tim’s closest friends. We don’t have the same intimate play pals. Yeah, I’m horny, but that’s always true. Right now, my wife Jill takes care of my urges.”

“So you have a wife? Do you two ever go mild to wild with others?”

“No. I mean, not yet we haven’t.”

“Have you talked about it?”

“Yeah, Jill and I talk about it a lot during sex.”

“So Jill is all in?”

“Yeah, very much,”

“OK, hot! Whom would you and Jill be looking to have join you?”

“Jill had a lesbian friend in college. They played with each other a few times, and Jill liked it. So if we do start, it’ll probably be a woman for a threesome.”

 Somehow, Cal’s hand had moved to my calf, and he was lightly massaging it. I didn’t react, but I wondered where I was headed.

 “What about you, Ken? Would you consider bringing in another guy for Jill?”

“Me, yes. Once we’ve  gotten into sharing, swinging, or whatever you call it, Cal.”

“Lots of husbands have the fantasy of seeing their wives fucked by other guys as they watch or join in.  A ménage à trois. How about you, Ken?”

“Honestly? Sure. Jill and I have talked about it. She’s very curious about having other lovers, different cocks, and how I’d react. I’d love to see her orgasm on another guy's cock!”

 “What would you like to have happen with the other guy, Ken?”

Cal’s hand moved to my inner thigh, and he scraped his fingernails lightly back and forth. My cock was beginning to react to what he was doing, saying, and where he was leading me.

“I don’t know Cal. I can’t be sure, since I’ve never played with another guy. (There! I admitted I was a cock virgin.) That’s why I wasn’t looking to hook up with any of Tim’s close friends at the party.”

 What I didn’t say was that I was hot for his own fantastic body and thick eight-inch cock. He’d stirred my long-time curiosity about sex with another guy.

I didn’t expect that to happen when I arrived there that night. Then, fortunately, I opened the right door, and here we were with his hand creeping up my leg.

 Cal asked, “You mean even as a kid or teenager you never touched another guy’s cock or had another guy grab yours?”

“Nope, never.”

“Ken, do you want it to happen? Do you want to feel the pleasure another man can give you? A strong hand and a warm, wet mouth on your cock?”

That was it! He had me.

“Fuck. Yeah, I do, Cal!”

 He reached over and unzipped my shorts. I raised my hips, and he slid them off along with my underwear. Then he pulled my shirt up and off. My cock was rigid, and already a drop of precum oozed from the slit.

He lay on his back, legs parted.

I crawled up between his legs until we were face-to-face. He said, “I saw you checking me out all night. I knew you wanted me. I knew if I got a chance to get you alone, I could make you surrender to your lust. Then you walked in the door. ”

 He leaned forward and kissed me with a wet tongue probing kiss. Another guy had never kissed me, but within moments, my tongue forced its way into his mouth, and I returned the kiss. He had me on fire.

“Does my body make you hot, Ken? My cock?”

“More than I thought possible!”

“Show me your hunger, Ken.  Lick me, suck me, do what you’ve been craving to do!”

I leaned forward and kissed his neck, then down his chest to his nipples. I sucked on his pink nips like a newborn sucks its mother.

I could feel precum streaming down my rigid cock shaft. I was consumed by lust for him. Then I was on my knees between his legs, his engorged, precum-dripping cock, inches away. 

A stream of precum leaked from the slit down to his beautiful nut sack. His cock was filled with small muscles and veins as it pulsed up and down.

 It was a moment I’d thought about many times in my fantasies. Although I’d never done anything like this, some kind of feral or base human instinct took over, and I lowered my head. My tongue licked the leaking stream of cock nectar from his balls to his cockhead.

 He moaned and said, “Do it, Ken, suck my cock, you horny fuck!”

My mouth enveloped his cock head, and I gently began sucking. The taste of his juice was so sweet in my mouth. My tongue swirled around the corona. Soon, my mouth released the head, and I slid my mouth up and down his shaft, licking every inch.

 I returned to the golf ball-sized head and once again closed my mouth over it and began to suck hard and slide him as deep into my mouth as I could without gagging. Cal moaned with pleasure and humped his hips up and down as he fucked my mouth. Someone got on the sofa behind me. There was some squirming and moving, but I didn’t react because I was consumed with sucking Cal.

“Fuck! Ken, keep sucking, baby. I’m getting close ahhhh it’s so fucking good!”

Then I felt a hand grab my cock and guide it to a hot, wet mouth. The mouth began to blow me as I was blowing Cal.

I glanced under me, and it was the black guy from the chair when I’d first entered the room. It wasn’t going to take much from him to get me to cum. He sucked me deep in his mouth. It felt wonderful.

Cal said, “You’re losing your cock virginity to us tonight, Ken. Suck him good, Lydell. I’m close, baby. I’m ready.”

 With that, he began to groan and his upward thrust into my mouth sped up. Lydell’s talented mouth had me right on the edge of orgasm. I couldn’t hold back much longer. Then I felt Cal’s cock swell in my mouth and he groaned, “Ahhhh fuuuccckkkkk I’m cumming uuuughhhhhh!” Thick spurts of hot cum filled my mouth. It triggered me, and I unloaded in Lydell’s mouth. I pumped my cock into his hot mouth over and over in what was one of the most intense orgasms I’d ever had.

After a few moments, Lydell crawled out from under me and, in a Caribbean accent, said, “Tank ya mon! Nice load ya gimme. Anytime ya wan it again, lemme know. I like suckin’ white cock.” I crawled up Cal’s body, kissed him, and let him lick the spillage of his orgasm from my lips and chin.

 We lay on the sofa and talked for a while about me losing my ‘gay’ cherry. I stroked his beautiful body and cock as we talked.

The last few party guests were leaving. It was about four o’clock in the morning. We exchanged contact info, and I headed to my room for some well-needed sleep.

Cal and I met occasionally after that night. Times when I had an excuse to give to Jill for my business trips to Manhattan.

So that’s really how the story started for me. Not poolside in Las Vegas ogling a magnificent black guy with a delicious bulge inside his Speedo.

Oh fuck! The yellow speedo from the other side of the pool is headed in my direction, and he’s looking right at me.