Prescient Telephone Call

Our first visit to the Couples Counselor ended fairly abruptly after my husband, Rodney, and I had oral sex related orgasms. Rodney wanted to leave quickly because he had come in his pants - a lot. Not that I blamed him after the way Dr. Clark had aroused and over stimulated him during the session.

At Rodney’s insistence, I had dressed quickly and we rushed out before I had time to properly thank Dr. Clark and inquire about a next appointment.

It was now Saturday, and my husband was working, so I thought it would be a good time to call the doctor’s office to see where we stood.

“Hello. Doctor Clark? This is Molly - from last Tuesday.”

“Oh yes. How are you, Molly?”

“I’m fine, Doctor. But I feel we didn’t end our first session on a good note. We left in a hurry because – well, um - I don’t know whether you noticed, but my husband came in his pants just a short time after you praised him for doing so well during the premature ejaculation exercise. I think he was really embarrassed.”

“Well, Molly, I did hear him orgasm, and I thought that might be the reason you left so quickly. I am sorry we didn’t have a chance to sit down afterwards and talk about all that happened. That is the normal procedure. How about you? Are you okay with the way the rest of the session went?”

“Yes. I learned a lot about myself, and I have been really upbeat ever since. I want to make an appointment for another session, but I am a little worried about Rodney. In fact, I waited until today to call you because he is out of the house and I can speak freely.”

“What is your concern about your husband?”

“Well, Doctor, Rodney sees himself as rather macho and sexually dominate. But after my experience with you, I can tell you that he is a bit more effeminate than he thinks.”

“You are right, Molly. I picked up on that too. I’d guess that Rodney doesn’t have many male friends to give him the proper feedback. He does have you. But, perhaps he needs more male companionship as well. A guiding hand to help him firm up his sexual identity, and make the most of it. Is that something you are willing to work on with him?”

“Yes. I do love him and I want to help him so we can enjoy the rest of our lives together.”

“Marvelous, Molly. That is exactly the right attitude. You are the mature, strong person in your relationship, and you have healthy sexual appetites.”

“Thank you, Dr. Clark,” I demurred.

“That wasn’t just a compliment, Molly. It is true. We are going to have to build Rodney up so he can confidently and happily serve your everyday needs, and still allow you the latitude to explore your deeper desires. And, because you are the strong one, I am going to need your help as we go.”

The doctor continued, “There are things your husband can only learn by experiencing them first hand. Many times I will not be able to tell him what is going to happen in a session ahead of time. That would dull or nullify the very experience he needs. Those are the times I am going to rely upon you, Molly, as a partner and confidant in setting up the experiences for Rodney. Are you okay with that?”

“Certainly. I do think we have worked well together already,” I replied.

“Wonderful. Why don’t you two come in after work on this coming Tuesday? I’ll stay late and we can get started without having to worry about an hourly deadline.”

“That will work for us.”

“Oh, and by the way, Molly, just so you won’t be shocked later, Rodney does need hands on therapy. That means that I will continue to provide sexual demonstrations with you and your husband at various time and in various ways.”

“Don, I think you know how much I enjoyed our first session. I would not be interested in a second visit unless it did include ‘Hands On.’ But I won’t tell my husband that. Let’s let him find out as he comes along with us.”

 Doctor Clark laughed at Molly’s double entendre and smiled to himself as he hung up the phone.

Return Visit

When Rodney and I entered Doctor Clark’s office on Tuesday evening, he asked us to sit on the couch so we could discuss our last session.

“Rodney and Molly,” the doctor began, “I am so glad that you decided to continue working on your intimacy problems with me. The purpose of last week’s session was to assess your responses to various types of sexual stimulation, and to determine what areas we need to work on. Both of you performed exceptionally well.”

The doctor looked my husband in the eye, “Rodney, I know that you had an orgasm near the end of the consultation, but there is no need to be embarrassed or ashamed about it. That kind of thing happens a lot in training, and I put you through some serious arousal leading up to your discharge. I know that Molly agrees.”

“Oh, yes, honey! I said, “You really did hold out for a long time. I’m sure you could tell that I got pretty excited too, just helping you and the doctor out.”

“Well,” said Rodney, “I am relieved to hear that neither of you were disappointed. I really do want to improve my staying power for Molly’s sake. I’m ready to follow your instructions, Dr. Clark. Just tell me what you want me to do.”

“Terrific! That’s a wonderful attitude, Rodney. I’m sure that you and Molly will make great progress in the weeks to come.”

“I am so proud of you, honey. We are going to have amazing sex together,” I said as I gave my husband a hug.

Sensitivity Training

“This week we are going to have a little sensitivity training, and later work on Rodney’s tendency toward premature ejaculation,” said the doctor.

“Rodney, call Molly a cunt,” said Dr. Clark.

Rodney hesitated, before saying, “No, I can’t,” while looking at me standing there in a white schoolmarm like blouse, a loose wrapped skirt, and flats.

“Say ‘You’re a Cunt!’”

“No. I won’t do it. She’s my wife and I respect her too much to do that.”

I stepped forward and gave my husband a hug and a big kiss. “Thank you, dear.”

“Well then, Rodney, tell your wife you want her cunt.”

My husband thought for a moment, then said, “Well I do want her cunt, so ‘Molly, I want your cunt!’”

“My cunt will always be there for you, Rodney darling,” I responded.

The doctor laughed. “That was a perfect exchange.” I first asked you to name call, Rodney. And you refused. Good for you. Then I asked you to tell your wife what you want in blunt terms. And you saw what her response was – regardless of the language you used. Bravo! Bravo! to both of you.”

Delayed Gratification

“For our next exercise, we are going to focus on delaying ejaculation. “Molly, you can keep your clothes on for now. Rodney, lets you and I get undressed so we needn’t worry about any accidents.”

Don and Rodney stood side by side, naked, in the middle of the room. They signaled me to come stand in front of them. I wasn’t sure what to expect.

Rodney, I am going want both of us to be erect. But, I don’t want you to touch your own penis. That may get you too excited. Let’s just touch each other and see if we can bring our cocks up in a controlled manner.”

I was thrilled to watch my two guys fondling each other’s members, standing side by side with their arms crossed in front of them. I could tell that Don was excited to see and touch my husband’s naked body for the first time. Rodney tugged the shaft of Don’s semi-erect penis, and quickly had it standing tall. Don surrounded Rodney’s small ball sack and his limp penis with his fingers and repeatedly pulled them forward – without much response.

“Don’t worry, Rodney. It’s difficult for me to use my hand this way. Let me step around behind you so I can give your cock a proper wank.”

I saw Don slide around Rodney, allowing his erect penis to touch Rodney’s hip. Once behind Rodney, Don moved up close. I am sure that his swollen cock nestled in my husband’s ass crack. Rodney started to step forward, but Don pulled him back. “It’s okay, Rodney. You need to get used to flesh on flesh contact without becoming over excited. Trust me.”

My husband settled back into Don’s embrace as Don reached around to the limp package hanging in front. It was fascinating to watch another man’s hand stroke life into my husband’s cock.

Don’s smiling face was peering over Rodney’s shoulder - watching me watch – as he dropped his right hand down and surrounded Rodney’s appendages. Don’s thumb and forefinger went around the limp shaft, leaving just the soft head peeping out. The rest of Don’s fingers grasp Rodney’s balls and squeezed gently as the encircling thumb and forefinger milked the shaft and head forward in slow repetition.

Don placed his left hand on Rodney’s flat stomach, just above his pubic hair, and in a slow rhythm pulled my husband back and forth against the hard cock residing in between his ass cheeks.

I so wanted to take my clothes off at this point and join in, but I knew that Don would not approve, unless he told me to do it.

Early Reward

Don took his time, holding Rodney’s midsection in one hand, and softly fondling, tugging, and milking my husband to a semi-hard erection with the other. “That’s it, my friend. You are hardening, but not over excited. Great job.”

Don looked my way and said, “Molly, please kneel in front of your husband. I want you to give him a nice wifely reward for maintaining his composure.”

I moved forward and knelt in front of my husband. I glanced first to Don’s hand holding out my husband’s barely erect penis, and then up to Don’s face over Rodney’s shoulder. Don mouthed the words, “Just a little.”

I didn’t have to use my hands because Don slipped his fingers back to the base of my husband’s penis shaft, surrounded his balls, and held the whole package out until the tip of Rodney’s cock touched my lips. I opened and let the head slip in, and just held it there in my warmth and moisture. I felt Rodney start to swell and stiffen.

“Rodney,” said Don, “this is the reward a husband gets when he follows instructions and keeps his orgasms in check. It is not something a man can demand. Your wife must give it freely. Do you understand?”

Rodney gulped and said, “Yes, I do understand.”

“You’re doing great, buddy. Molly is going to give you a bit more head, because of you are doing so well today. But, Rodney, don’t you dare thrust or start to come.”

On Don’s cue, I leaned forward to take more of my husband’s penis, and I applied a little suction. Rodney sighed, so I knew he was enjoying the sensations. But suddenly, I sensed his cock begin to move slowly in and out through my lips. ‘Strange,’ I thought, ‘that Rodney would disobey so soon after Don had explicitly told him not to thrust.’

It occurred to me that it might not be Rodney who was moving. So I reached my arms around Rodney’s hips and put my hands on Don’s slightly flexing ass cheeks. It was Don who was moving! He was quietly sliding his erect penis up and down in the cleft between my husband’s butt cheeks. Conditioning him for what I imagined was to come later. That thought aroused me. I pushed my mouth forward, taking the entire length of Rodney’s now fully erect penis in my mouth. I didn’t stop until my lips were kissing Don’s fingers as they encircled the base of it.

I heard Rodney sigh again, deeper this time. I felt Don give my husband’s ass cheeks a final hump before he moved back saying, “Okay, it’s time to move on.”

I kept my mouth on Rodney’s now hard cock. As Don stepped back, I moved my hands from Don’s ass to Rodney’s where I felt Don cupping my husband’s cheeks, slipping his fingers low into the cleft, and bringing them upward from the perineum to the anus. Rodney trembled, but didn’t move away. “Good control, my friend,” Don told Rodney, as he continued to massage the area around my husband’s asshole. The doctor was still in charge.

Discipline

“Our next exercise involves discipline. Rodney, please move around behind your wife. Now your job is to do exactly what I say, when I say it, – no questions asked! Do you understand?”

Rodney nodded yes. His eyes were wide and he looked a little scared. But he did as he was told.

“I am going to kneel on the floor. Molly, I want you to stay on your knees, and bend forward as if you were going to suck my cock.”

Don’s shaved cock was still hard and it was standing straight up, right in front of my face. All I had to do was open my mouth and to take it in. After last week’s session, I was eager to get the taste and feel of it.

“Rodney, move up closer to your wife. Stand a bit to her left side so you can see what is going on. Are you ready to follow my instructions?” I looked back as my husband nodded, ‘yes’.

“Alright, Molly. It’s all yours. Do what you want with it.”

I cupped Don’s hairless balls, and licked the underside of the pliant head. I kissed the tip, then opened my mouth and took the entire head in. I was fully aroused, starting to tune out the rest of the world, as I gorged my senses on the taste, smell, and feel of this cock I so desired.

I was only dimly aware of the words Don spoke in a loud voice. “Rodney, do you see what your wife is doing? SHE’S SUCKING MY COCK!!”

“Slap her ass! Slap it hard and say, ‘Bad Girl!’”

Whack! “Bad Girl!” Rodney said.

“Slap her ass again! Slap it harder and say, ‘Naughty Girl!’”

Whack! “Naughty Girl!” Rodney Shouted.

I was shocked out of my fog of lust. I dropped Don’s cock, and blurted, “You Son of a Bitch!”

“Slap her twice more and say, ‘We can share, but you have to ask permission!’”

Whack! Whack! “We can share, but you have to ask permission!” my husband told me.

My eyes filled with tears. I was hurt. Not only was my ass smarting, but also I felt betrayed by my new best friend. We were supposed to be partners and confidants in training Rodney.

‘And now I am getting spanked for not asking permission? What The Fuck!’ I thought.

I glared at Don while still on my knees. Our heads were close together and I needed answers.

“I’m sorry, Molly,” Don whispered. “Your husband needed that. He has to have some sense of control too. Otherwise, you two will have to break up, and I don’t want that. I want both of you. Look at him. He’s puffed up now, and feeling like a man.”

I glanced back over my shoulder and sure enough, Rodney was standing up straight and smiling. Although he did seem stunned by what he had done.

“I couldn’t tell you what was going to happen, or it would have seemed fake,” Don whispered to me.

Can I be honest with you, Molly? Don continued. “I really want Rodney to be in a positive mood because, as I am sure you have noticed, I am turned on by his him. With your help, I want to fuck him today, and I can tell that he wants me to. He just needs to feel okay with it. If you help me, I will make it up to you, Molly,” Don promised.

“On the bright side, your husband has just consented to our sharing sex, as long as permission is asked. I think that is better than hiding everything from him like we did last week. Although, I am sure there will still be some secrets just between you and me.”

“So, what do you say, Molly? Can you forgive me for this small deception, and ask your husband to have sex with us?”

I had to laugh. Don was so bold and naughty. My anger quickly dissipated and I forgave him.

Making Up

I got up and went to my husband.

“I’m so sorry, Molly, I don’t know what came over me,” Rodney said.

“Don’t be sorry, honey. I needed that, and I deserved it,” I responded.

Don joined us. He put his arm around Rodney and asked, “What was it like to spank your wife?”

“It was a rush,” Rodney replied.

“Did it get you hard?” asked the doctor, as he reached down and took my husband’s penis in his hand.

“Yes, immediately. And I am still hard. But, it isn’t a sexual thing – more of a power trip. Molly was a naughty girl. She put your cock in her mouth without asking. She needed to be punished and I felt good doing it.”

“Interesting,” said Don as he continued to handle my husband’s erection. “Rodney, can Molly remove her clothes now? I would like to be able to see her gorgeous body on display for us.”

“Okay,” said Rodney as he reached for Don’s penis.

I quickly stripped. I noticed that Don and Rodney were still erect and fondling each other as I walked back to them. “May I have permission to kiss both of my macho men at the same time?” I asked.

“Sure,” they responded,” but how are you going to do that?”

I had them face each other and stand close. I held the tips of their two hard penises together, one in each hand. Don’s was larger, curved up, and shaved. My husband’s was shorter, with a tuft of hair at the base. I loved them both, so I pushed my face in between the bodies of my macho men, and kissed their cockheads at the same time.

“Ha, ha!” they laughed. “That’s a good one. We’ll make a great team.”

Special Needs

We were all still laughing as Don lead us to the couch. Don had Rodney sit in the middle of the rather long, overstuffed couch that sat against the wall about ten feet in front of his desk. I sat on Rodney’s left, and Don to his right. To this point, all of our sexual demonstrations had taken place on the plush rug between the desk and the coffee table in front of the davenport. It was time for a change of venue.

Don and I turned in toward my husband, and snuggled up close. I was blunt. “Rodney, honey, will you let Don and I make love to you?”

Rodney was startled. “Are you sure it’s okay with you, Molly?”

“Of course it is, silly. I’ve known for some time that you have certain urges that I can’t satisfy. You are not gay, but you do need a man in your life. You have a feminine side that occasionally needs to be dominated. I get it – I have my needs too. We have a strong marriage. There is no reason we can’t find ways to satisfy all of our desires.”

I continued, “Don is not gay either. He just likes to have sex with both women and men. Don wants you today. You excite him, and he wants to fuck you. I’m good with that, and it’s okay for you to feel good about it too. I want to have sex with Don as well. I think he is a perfect fit for us.”

“That’s right,” said Don, “We are a team. Molly knows and understands you and me, and she’s woman enough to handle us both. In addition, I am here to take care of your special needs.”

“OK,” my husband said, “But be gentle. I haven’t done this before.”

Adult Foreplay

I gave my husband a deep kiss as Don put his left arm under his bare shoulders. Rodney put his hands on my tits – sometimes stroking, sometimes tugging at my nipples in a childlike way. “You can suck them if you like,” I told my husband. And he did, for the first time in public, while I caressed his face and Don coddled his penis.

Don’s body was turned so that his right hand could have complete access to Rodney’s lower parts while I held his head and upper body. Don’s cock was still erect and resting against Rodney’s right thigh. He had Rodney raise his left knee and brace it against my hip. This provided the access Don needed, as he reached down to start touching my husband’s cock and ball sack. Don was patient. He ran his right hand down Rodney’s thigh, before bringing it back up until he came into contact with Rodney’s scrotum. He fondled my husband’s balls, stroked his penis, then repeated the process over and over.

Soon, Don had me hold my husband’s penis up against his belly, and pull it to stretch his balls tight. This gave Don access to Rodney’s perineum, to the lower portions of his scrotum, and to the silky soft skin in the creases between his package and his thighs. Don spread his fingers and trailed them up from my husband’s perineum, over the underside of his now flattened scrotum, along the sides of it, and into the creases. Don spent much time caressing Rodney’s normally hidden areas.

I could tell that Rodney was enjoying the new sensations. “Can I try that,” I asked Don.

“Sure,” Don said as he held up my husband’s penis up to flatten his scrotum for me. I reached down as far as I could into the flat bottomed “V” shaped valley of the perineum. I let my fingers spread as I slowly drew them up over the folds of bumpy skin on the underside of Rodney’s stretched ball sack, creating folds and creases in the loose skin.

“This is amazing,” I said, “It feels like I am touching a woman’s labia – her lips, the folds around her vagina.”

“Exactly,” Don said. He then guided my middle fingers to a point on the center line of Rodney’s scrotum, an inch or so above the beginning of the wrinkled flesh. “Press in,” he said.

I did press my fingers in gently, and I was surprised to find the depth to which the soft flesh let my fingers go. I could feel muscles on either side of my fingers, but the passage remained soft in the center. “My God, my husband has a pussy!” I exclaimed.

“Yes, he does. Most people don’t realize that men and women carry physical vestiges of their sexual opposites. Some of those vestiges are more pronounced than others,” Don explained.

“Is that true for me, too? I asked, incredulously.

“Oh, yes, Molly. In fact, Rodney and I are going to be touching your little dick very soon.”

I knew that I had played the dunce when I realized he was talking about my clitoris. Still, I quivered at the thought of both my men touching it at the same time.

Positioning

Don kept up his lower genitalia massage for quite some time, as Rodney became accustomed to the new sensations. I watched my husband relax and begin to enjoy the feelings, especially Don’s occasional, insistent two finger thrusts up into the area of his would-have-been vagina.

When the time was right, Don repositioned us. He helped my husband skootch his body forward on the sofa until his ass was right on the edge of the seat cushion, his head was resting against the back cushion, and his feet were on the coffee table that was about two feet in front of the couch.

Don had me roll over and kneel right beside Rodney. My knees were on the forward edge of the seat cushion with my legs separated, and my head was against the back cushion next to Rodney’s. My eyes locked with Rodney’s and we both smiled. Here we were, face to face, and side by side, with our sex parts fully exposed and flying in the wind.

Once we were in place, Rodney and I found that the positions Don put us in were actually more comfortable than I would have expected. Rodney’s weight was supported by his back on the seat cushion and his feet on the coffee table. My weight was supported by my knees on the soft seat cushion and by my hands at the joint of the couch back and the seat cushion. I complimented Don on choosing the setup.

Don sat back down on the couch on the opposite side of my husband from me. His erection on full display. “Good sex, takes time,” he said, “and I don’t want you two to get tired.”

Continued Arousal

Don told us, “This lesson involves the three of us getting very aroused and peaking at the best possible times to create an unforgettable sexual experience. I will guide you. Just follow my lead.”

Don took the time to brush my cheek, fondle my hanging boobs, and run his hand down my back and around the curve of my kneeling ass. All my erogenous zones were within his reach the way he had arranged us. He also caressed my husband. Don touched his cheek, his neck, and hairless chest, and lightly brushed his two small nipples. His hand continued down across Rodney’s flat stomach until he could jack Rodney’s cock. I marveled at the fact that he had arranged us so compactly that he could touch all of both of us without changing position.

Don used gentle touches to make love to me and to my husband at the same time. Rodney and I were grateful recipients of his attention.

New Territory

Don left the couch saying, “Stay in those positions until I tell you otherwise.” So saying, he lifted one of Rodney’s legs and knelt between the couch and coffee table facing up toward us.

Don instructed us, “Rodney, I am going to take a while to open your sphincter and get it to relax. There will be rewards along the way to make it this process good for you. And, Molly, I will be using your honey pot to get the lubricant I need. There will be rewards for you too.”

As I knelt facing in on the couch, my sex parts were open to Don from the low point at my mons to the high point where my ass crack melded into the small of my back. So I was surprised when Don inserted his arm through my legs, past my dangling tits, and touched my lips with his two middle fingers. ‘Apparently, I had more than one honey pot. Who knew?’

I opened immediately and provided as much saliva as I could. Don inserted and removed his fingers repeatedly while my husband watched the little finger fucking show – not quite knowing what to think.

As he pulled his hand back, Don used his wet fingers to slip between my nether lips, stroke a few times, and enter my vagina for more slickness.

My husband gasped when Don applied the first coat of my lubricating fluid directly to his anus without prior notice or foreplay.

Rodney’s eyes sought mine. “Molly,” he said, “This is new territory for me, and I’m afraid.”

I cuddled him and cooed, “Don’t be, honey. Everything is going to be okay. I’m here and I love you. Don loves us both. He needs you badly right now. But, he will go real slow for you, baby.”

Opening the Door

In fact, Don did not try to make an insertion after depositing the first dollop. He simply applied it directly on Rodney’s rosebud. It was the coolness of it that shocked my husband and made him flinch.

Don returned to my real honeypot for more nectar. He got as much as he could on his two middle fingers, then he inserted his thumb until the web between it and his forefinger stopped its progress. He let his thumb soak for a minute while his finger circled my clit. I gasped. Rodney looked up at me and asked if I were okay. “Yes honey,”. Don is just diddling me while he gets more lube for you.”

My husband extended his left hand between my legs and up. When he found Don’s finger, he joined in. Soon my two men were stroking opposite sides of my clitoris, and I was getting hot.

Don returned his right hand to my husband’s ass where he wiped my moisture onto the already wet pucker. He gently inserted his thumb just into the folds leading to the strong closure muscle. He held it there while he used his left hand to lovingly rub the back of Rodney’s smooth thighs, and cup his butt cheeks. Soon, Don increased the pressure holding his thumb up in place.

There was no movement. So Don leaned forward and placed the tip of his tongue just above his thumb, depositing his own spittle to run down and mix with my fluids. As the mixture seeped into the tight space around the tip of his thumb, he swiped his tongue up over Rodney’s perineum, over his scrotum, and then he captured the head my husband’s penis in his mouth and gave it a quick suck.

This was the first time Don had taken Rodney’s penis into his mouth. My husband’s emotions spiked and he gave a slight thrust into Don’s face. When Rodney relaxed and pulled back, his ass opened just a little. Don’s digit was positioned perfectly – up close to the perineum – pointed up in the direction of the scrotum. Don seized the moment to increase the pressure applied by his thumb, and it slipped right in, up to the hilt.

“Unng!” was the sound that escaped my husband’s lips.

“Are you alright, honey. Is he in?” I asked.

Rodney’s eyes were wide open. He seemed wonderstruck. “Oh, Molly. Don just slipped his thumb all the way in. It is really slick and doesn’t hurt at all.”

A few moments later. “Oh, Oooh! Don is fucking his thumb in and out. It feels like a small cock. His other hand is playing with my cock, balls, and man-pussy… Oh, Molly! This feels so good!”

I nuzzled my husband’s cheek and said, “I’m glad you are enjoying it. Don is excited now and I know he really wants to fuck you, honey. You should feel proud that he needs you so much. But, remember that his thumb is small compared to the size of his cock. He is going to have to stretch your hole open much more so he can take your ass without hurting you.”

Rodney quivered as I held him. “Honey, why don’t you play with my pussy as a distraction while Don gets you ready? Your hand is already down there, and I need it.”

As the two middle fingers of my husband’s left hand entered my vagina, his thumb was arched and perfectly positioned to circle, nudge, and pressure my clit. Rodney was good at this. I had trained him to please me. Don was right. There were rewards along the way.

Considerate Lover

Rodney was doing an excellent job getting me further aroused. While his mind was elsewhere, Don had removed his thumb and replaced it with his index finger and forefinger. They had stretched him more and they were moving in and out easily now. Don added a little spit from time to time, and he took care not to touch my husband’s prostrate. There was no point getting him off too soon.

Don sensed that Rodney’s sphincter was reaching the point of relaxation. My husband’s breathing was getting ragged and he was even starting to hump back against the pressure of Don’s hand. Don added a third finger. Once the three were in, he slowly rotated them as he moved them in and out to stretch my husband’s asshole in all directions. Rodney was almost ready, but Don knew it would be best if he kept him dilated for a few more minutes before proceeding.

The forceful entry work was done. So, Don wanted to switch hands. He removed his fingers from Rodney’s ass. It retracted a little, but remained partially open. Don picked up a hand towel from the coffee table and wiped off his fingers and thumb. Then he cleaned his hands with a moist baby wipe.

Don inserted the first three fingers of his left hand back into Rodney’s anus to keep him dilated. Don now had his clean right hand available to use on me. ‘Don is such a considerate lover,’ I thought to myself.

Don’t Stop

Don was still on his knees behind us. I was cradling my husband’s head in my arms. He was excited and anxious, but no longer afraid. I was proud of him for ‘taking it like a man’ so far.

Don reached in and removed my husband’s hand from my pussy. He drew his fingers upward from my clit to my anus. Leaving my crack open like a wet, ripe peach. He repeated the long stroke with his fingers several times. And then he startled me by leaning in and running his fat tongue up the entire length as well. “Rodney, Don just licked me from my clit to my asshole… Oh, oh. He’s doing it again.”

I began to tremble as I gave my husband a play by play of what Don was doing to me. “His middle fingers are in my vagina now, stroking in and out a bit, getting them really wet... Don has replaced his fingers with his thumb now. It is all the way in. You’re right, baby, it does feel like a small cock. Short, but the base is thick... He is trusting it in now, opening me up... His wet fingers are extending down over my outer lips, squeezing them tight around my clit... He is opening my lips now and using his fingers to slide along both sides of the button... Still thrusting his thumb in and out of my vagina... He is tugging on my clit now. Oh, baby! I’m so close.”

“But, wait. Don is removing his hand... He is moving my knees further apart... He is kissing my ass cheeks, now... Sliding his face into the crack of my ass... Licking my anus again... Oh, Rodney! Don is rimming me! …Now he’s swirling his tongue... Using the tip to penetrate... Oh, God! I’m getting close again.”

“No! No! He stopped again... He removed his face... He’s touching my pussy again. Wetting his fingers and thumb in my vagina again... Oh, honey… Now I can feel his thumb pressing into my asshole... Unh! He slipped it in on the first push... Unh… Unh… Don is thumb fucking my ass, baby! … He is opening me up.”

I was really starting to lose it. “Don is putting his middle fingers in my vagina now... His thumb is still up my ass... Oh! his outer fingers have stretched out to jab my clit... Oh God, Rodney! He is gripping me like a bowling ball... Now he is using his strong arm to pump his hand forward and back like a piston, driving his fingers in and out of my holes... Please, Don… Please don’t stop… I need to come!”

I was thrusting back to meet Don’s incoming hand now. “Pump harder! Pump Harder, Don… Let me come… Please!” I pleaded.

Through my lust filled haze, I heard Don give me the okay, “Let yourself go, Molly! Come for me!”

Receiving Don’s permission set me free. “Oh God! Oh God! Oh God!” was all I could utter as I reached a shattering climax. My arm strength was gone. I collapsed onto my husband’s chest – a fully flushed, trembling, sobbing, hot mess. Rodney held me gently and kissed me. Don kept his hand in place until I stopped shaking. When he removed his fingers and thumb, I continued to quiver and quake. It took quite a while for my orgasm to subside.

Getting Slick

After Don removed his hand from my crotch, I flopped sideways on the couch – my head resting on the flat between my husband’s chest and belly. It was a perfect vantage point from which to watch the rest of the action.

Don was still kneeling between my Rodney’s legs. My husband’s ass hung over the edge of the couch. His legs were spread wide. His knees were bent, and he was still supporting the weight of his lower extremities by resting his feet on the coffee table.

Three fingers of Don’s left hand were keeping my husband’s anus stretched open. Right in front of my face, Don transferred my wetness on the fingers of his right hand to the head and shaft of Rodney’s extremely hard cock. Don’s eyes locked with mine as he fondled all of my husband’s package. Don pulled Rodney’s cock to his mouth, opened, and took it all in. He began sliding his lips up and down the hard shaft – slow at first – then faster and faster.

Rodney began to gasp and writhe in agony. I sensed what Don wanted. “Come, baby, Come! Don’t hold back! Don wants it! It’s time, it’s OK! Come in Don’s mouth!”

I watched Don’s cheeks hollow as he applied a strong suction to my husband’s overly sensitive prick. He placed his two middle fingers into the soft flesh just under my husband’s scrotum and thrust up repeatedly. That was the trigger.

My Rodney began to shutter. His arms started to flail, so he put his hands on the back of my head to steady them, pushing my face closer to the action as he bucked, thrust, and exploded into Don’s mouth. “Aaah! Aaah… Aaaaaah!”

Don maintained the suction until Rodney calmed a bit, before releasing his cock. Don then reached forward and pulled my face to his and gave me a deep kiss. His slick tongue penetrated, parted my lips, and touched my tongue. I couldn’t help but open my mouth. Don opened his lips further and most of my husband’s load of hot semen flowed into my mouth. My first snowball! I loved it!

I savored my husband’s wad, but didn’t swallow it. Don stood up. It was obvious that he was in an agitated state. His upper body was reddening. His motions were twitchy, and his cock was hard, hot, and rampant. He moved his rod closer to my face. I opened as I moved my head toward it. I took almost all of it in, bathing Don’s lovely cock in my husband’s slick, sticky ejaculate. I let some of the remaining fluid dribble down the lower shaft and over Don’s balls. I knew the main event was only moments away. I also knew that my husband would be grateful for any lubrication he could get.

Helping My Husband

It was obvious that Don was more than ready. Before he withdrew from my mouth, I could feel some short, sharp, irrepressible humpy motions begin. Sort of like a puppy air humping with its first hard on.

Don maintained his composure long enough to take a step back, lift each of my husband’s legs up over his shoulders, and then he pushed forward until Rodney’s thighs were touching his own chest. I had to sit up to get out of the way, but it resulted in a better position for me to watch. I had a clear view of Don’s front, the area of penetration, and my husband’s face, just beyond his knees.

Because Don’s raging cock was pointed like the tip of a spear, and the head was cone shaped, I thought the initial penetration would go smoothly. However, because his shaft was long, and increased in girth. It was probable that additional stretching of my husband would be needed to fully accommodate Don’s supercharged cock.

I reached down and held the hot tip of Don’s cock up to my husband’s open and waiting hole. Don flexed his knees and eased his slippery, come covered tip forward. I continued to hold the hot, come slick cock after I guided it to the mark. I felt Don push it forward, and then release as he sensed the pressure build up. I was so thrilled to be participating in the complete sharing of my husband as I helped Don mount him.

Rodney started to squirm, and his previously glazed eyes flew wide open, like those of a frightened pony. I put my hand on my husband’s upper chest, just in front of his knees. I tried to soothe his fears with near baby talk. “It’s okay, baby… Don needs you... He has to have you or he’ll burst... Mama’s here for you... The worst part will be over soon... Be a good boy, and hold still.”

While I was speaking, I put extra pressure on Rodney’s chest to help hold him in place. I continued to hold Don’s cock while he pressed forward and waited several times. Suddenly the resistance vanished and Don pushed through my husband’s sphincter.

“Ulp! Ulp! Ulp!” was the involuntary sound that came from my husband’s throat as Don took his virginity with the head of his long, hot cock.

“That’s it, sweetie,” I told him. “Don is in and ready to fuck you now. I know how much you want this. Let yourself go.”

Don paused a moment, savoring the slick warmth of Rodney’s rectum, and its tight grip around the head of his rampant shaft. Don started gentle thrusts into my husband through my well lubricated fingers. Rodney’s fear and resistance abated and Don stroked back and forth easily, his balls pressing my hand against my husband’s soft ass at the end of each stroke. But, soon, Don’s pent up lust overwhelmed him. He suddenly shoved my hand out of his way, then grabbed my husband’s hips and held them in a death grip as he lunged forward, using his own back, hips, and knees to force his groin so far forward that it flattened Rodney’s ass.

Don rammed his rock-hard penis into Rodney as deep as it would go. He drew it way back and did it again, and again – over and over. He was truly banging my husband, and I could hear the slap of flesh against flesh as he hit the end of each thrust. Don was lost in his lust – taking what he needed from Rodney – striving to consummate his entry into our relationship.

Rodney was not suffering. This deep fucking was having an effect on him as well. My husband’s prostate was being massaged and stimulated as Don’s large cock passed over it on each rhythmic stroke. “Fuck me! Fuck me, Don! I’ve wanted this for so long!” shouted Rodney as he confessed his long-suppressed desire.

Rodney pushed back against Don’s assault and held himself open to it. I watched my husband’s face as his expression changed from fear, to lust, and then to wonder. “Molly! Molly! I think I’m going to come again!”

I quickly pushed my head into the space available between Don’s upright torso and the under- side of Rodney’s upturned thighs. I latched onto my husband’s cock just as it started to jerk. I sucked hard and took a load of come from my husband directly for the first time. And then, I swallowed it and smiled.

My husband’s orgasm caused the circle of his strong sphincter muscles to commence involuntary contractions – squeezing and releasing Don’s cock. This milking action was enough to put Don over the top too. His body hunched wildly, hips thrusting in spasms beyond his control.

Don had reached the point of uncontrollable ejaculation into my husband again – just as he had in our first session.

Don thrust as hard as he could and then froze. The autonomic induced sounds and expletives of his climax filled the room. “Unnngh!”… “Oh, Fuck!”… And again. “Oh Shit!”… “Unnngh!” as he pumped shot after shot of his thick, strong scented come out of his throbbing, pulsing cock. Don had saved it up over the last week, waiting for this opportunity to unload his semen deep into my husband. Rodney’s tight ass milked every drop from his balls, just the way Don had hoped it would.

Cool Down

Don was visibly shaking, and he slumped forward. He was completely expended and overcome by emotion. He held on to Rodney, and he kept his softening cock in place, wanting to enjoy and share every last moment of intimate communion and consummation with my husband.

I was pleased to see that, as Don’s humping subsided, he was stoking Rodney - fondling my husband’s hips, thighs, cock, and ass in a most loving way. It was also wonderful to see that my husband’s face was relaxed and blissful. He seemed truly happy and satisfied for the first time. I knew that we had entered into a loving, long-term relationship that would meet all of our needs for years to come.

With our lust sated, the three of us remained entangled and in touch for several minutes, as we recovered our senses, and our breathing returned to a normal pace.

Promise

When he could speak again, Don said, “Molly, next time it’s your turn. Rodney and I are going to fuck you Soooo Hard!!!”

April 2017

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