I stumbled into the bedroom, my legs feeling like jelly beneath me. The room was bathed in the soft glow of the bedside lamp, the shadows playing across the walls like a silent film reel of today's events. I collapsed onto the bed, my hand trailing to my cock, which had yet to fully subside from the evening's excitement.
Alone in the quiet sanctity of my room, I replayed the images in my mind's eye, the first foreign cock I had ever seen that close. Despite not identifying as homosexual, there was something about it that stirred an unfamiliar attraction in me. The way it had pulsed with life, the sheen of Benjamin's release glistening in the soft light, had been mesmerizing. I couldn't help but touch myself, my hand moving in slow, deliberate strokes that matched the rhythm of my racing thoughts.
As if on cue, my phone pinged, breaking the silence like a gunshot in the night. I jumped, my heart hammering in my chest as I fumbled to grab it from the nightstand. The screen lit up with an unknown number, a message from Benjamin. "That was hot, George," it read, the words a stark contrast to the quiet of my room. "But I'm still hard as a rock. I miss Jenny's tight pussy (winking smiley)"
My thumb hovered over the screen, unsure of how to respond. Before I could, however, another message came through—this one a video file. I clicked on it with trembling hands, and the screen filled with the unmistakable image of Benjamin's erect cock, pumping in slow, deliberate strokes. It was as if I were watching the scene replay from earlier, but this time it was a private show just for me.
In my mind, I was already across the hall, kneeling before him, my hand eager to replace his, to show him that I could give him the same as Margaret had. But something held me back, a fear that was as potent as the desire that coiled in my stomach. It felt like I was about to break an unwritten law, to cross a line that would change everything between us.
My hand continued to pump my cock in time with the video, my eyes glued to the screen as I watched him, his hand moving in a steady, hypnotic rhythm. It was as if he knew I was watching, that he was putting on a show just for me. And as I watched, the scene in my mind grew more vivid—my hand around him, my mouth eager and open, ready to take him in.
The image grew so intense that I couldn't help but let out a soft groan, my hand moving faster, the friction of my palm against my sensitive skin sending waves of pleasure through me. In my fantasy, Benjamin looked up, meeting my eyes, his own filled with a mix of lust and curiosity as he felt my mouth around his cock, the heat of my breath on his shaft.
With a final, desperate thrust, I came, my release spurting over my hand and onto the bedspread. The sight of Benjamin's cum on the screen mingled with the feel of my own, and for a brief, delirious moment, it was as if we were truly connected. I panted, my heart racing, as the last tremors of my orgasm faded away, leaving me feeling both sated and utterly drained.
I must have dozed off after that, my mind still swirling with thoughts of the two of them. When I woke, the sun was peeking through the curtains, and my phone was buzzing insistently on the nightstand. I groaned, wiping the sleep from my eyes, and picked it up to see that it was Benjamin calling.
"Hey, George," he said, his voice a warm caress over the line. "How are you this fine morning?"
I cleared my throat, trying to shake off the last vestiges of my dream. "Good, but still tired," I admitted, my voice hoarse from the previous night's exertions.
"Well, then you're in luck," Benjamin said, a hint of mischief in his tone. "Jenny and I are making breakfast, and we'd love for you to join us. Why don't you come over in about half an hour?"
The invitation was unexpected, and the thought of seeing them so soon after the previous night's events was both thrilling and nerve-wracking. But the smell of food was too tempting to resist, and the promise of more teasing and flirtation was an aphrodisiac I couldn't ignore. "Okay, I'll be there," I said, trying to sound casual despite the anticipation building in my stomach.
When I arrived, the smell of bacon wafted through the air, making my mouth water. Jenny and Benjamin were in the kitchen, both of them wearing nothing but their sleepwear, which was definitely a surprise. They looked like a page out of a glamour magazine, casual yet seductive in their morning-after glow. The sight of them together, so intimate and comfortable, made my heart race.
Benjamin looked me up and down, his eyes lingering on my outfit. "You know, George," he said, his voice a lazy drawl, "you're a bit overdressed for the occasion." Jenny giggled, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "We usually dress down for breakfast," she added, her hand sliding down to squeeze Benjamin's ass.
Without a word, Benjamin disappeared into the bedroom and returned with a set of his own pajamas. They were a dark blue, and the shirt was definitely a loose fit on his broad frame. He handed them to me with a knowing smile. "Why don't you slip into something more... comfortable?" he suggested.
I took the offered garments, feeling the soft fabric against my skin as I changed in the hallway. My heart thumped in my chest like a drum, the anticipation of what was to come almost unbearable. When I entered the kitchen, Benjamin was flipping pancakes, his muscular back flexing with each movement. Jenny sat at the counter, her legs crossed, sipping a cup of coffee. She glanced over at me, her eyes traveling up and down my body, a knowing smile playing on her lips.
"Ah, much better," she said, her eyes lingering on my barely concealed erection. "It's like you're already part of the family."
The tension in the room was palpable as we sat down to breakfast, the smell of food mixing with the lingering scent of sex and desire. Benjamin's hand brushed against my thigh under the table, sending a jolt of electricity through me. He leaned over, his voice a low murmur. "I was so hard last night after you left," he confessed, a hint of regret in his tone. "But I figured I'd save it up for some time later."
Jenny's eyes flicked over to us, a knowing smile playing on her lips. "I hope you didn't wear yourself out too much," she teased, her voice laden with innuendo. "We've got a whole weekend to keep you busy, George."
The words hung in the air, a promise that sent a shiver down my spine. I took a deep breath, trying to calm the racing thoughts in my head. The idea of being 'kept busy' by this gorgeous couple was both thrilling and terrifying. Yet, the memory of the previous night washed over me, and I realized that I had indeed cum again, stroking my cock to the thought of Benjamin's cock, the taste of him still lingering on my tongue. It was a secret I hadn't shared, a silent confession that seemed to pulse through my veins.
Jenny's grin grew wider as she sat down across from me, her own breakfast barely touched. "You know," she began, her eyes sparkling with mischief, "I noticed you really enjoyed watching my videos." She took a sip of her coffee, her eyes never leaving mine. "I have so many more that I think you'd like."
My heart skipped a beat as I met her gaze, the implications of her words sinking in. "What do you mean?" I asked, trying to keep my voice steady.
Jenny leaned back in her chair, her eyes locked on mine. "Well," she said, her voice a seductive purr, "it's no fun keeping all the excitement to myself, is it?" She took another sip of coffee, her eyes never leaving me. "I've been thinking, maybe it's time we all get a little more... involved."
The room grew warmer as her words sunk in. "Involved?" I managed to ask, my voice barely above a whisper.
Jenny nodded, her eyes gleaming with excitement. "Yes," she said, setting her coffee cup down with a soft clink. "How about we recreate yesterday's little show, but this time with a live performance?" She wiggled in her chair, the fabric of her shorts riding up to reveal the smooth skin of her thighs. "I'll masturbate for you, right here, while you watch."
Before I could respond, she stood up and began to dance, her hips swaying to an unheard rhythm. With a seductive smile, she reached down and began to peel off her nighty, revealing her naked body to me once more. Her breasts bounced gently with every movement, her nipples hard and erect from the cool morning air. Benjamin's eyes were glued to her, his hand already stroking his cock, which had begun to swell to life.
"Come on, George," Jenny cooed, plopping down on the couch, her legs spread wide. "Don't be shy. Join us." She licked her lips, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "We're all friends here."
Benjamin took a seat in the armchair opposite her, his hand already moving in a steady rhythm up and down his thick cock. He watched me, his gaze both challenging and encouraging. "What are you waiting for?" he asked, his voice a low growl of desire.
The sight of them together was almost too much to bear, but I found myself unable to resist the siren's call of their shared passion. With trembling hands, got out of my pyjama pants, revealing my own erection that stood proudly before me. Jenny's eyes widened with excitement, and she leaned back, her legs spread wide in invitation.
"Come on, George," she cooed, her voice like honey dripping from her lips. "Show us how much you want this."
With a deep breath, I stepped closer to the couch, my heart racing in a mix of excitement and nerves. Jenny's eyes never left mine as she sat there, her legs spread wide, her pussy already glistening with arousal. Benjamin's hand moved with purposeful strokes, the sound of his palm slapping against his cock echoing through the room.
"Come on, George," she urged, her voice a sweet symphony of desire. "Don't be shy. Show us what you've got."
But before I could join them, Benjamin's hand paused in mid-stroke, and with a roar of pleasure, he shot his cum across the room. It landed in thick ropes on Jenny's tits, her tummy, and her legs, leaving a trail of white heat that seemed to shimmer in the soft light. Jenny's eyes never left mine as she watched the display, a smug satisfaction playing across her features as she took in the sight of her boyfriend's pleasure.
With a wink and a knowing smile, she turned to me, her legs still open, the scent of their combined desire hanging in the air. "Looks like I could use some help cleaning up," she said, her voice a seductive whisper. "Would you be so kind, Mr. George?"
Her eyes held a silent challenge, and I found myself moving before I could think better of it. I knelt before her, the warmth of her body enveloping me as I leaned in to begin my task. Her legs were smooth, the muscles taut as I slid my tongue along the length of her thigh. I could feel the stickiness of Benjamin's cum against my skin, and the thought of licking it from her sent a thrill through me.
As I approached her stomach, Jenny's hand found the back of my head, guiding me closer. The taste was faint but unmistakable—a musky tang that was as erotic as it was foreign. I swirled my tongue over her skin, savoring the moment as I felt the tension in the room spike. Her breath grew quicker, her chest rising and falling with each gasp, her nipples peaking and begging for attention.
Without a word, Jenny leaned down and captured my mouth in a deep, sensuous kiss. I could feel the warmth of the cum mixing with our saliva, the intimacy of the moment almost too much to bear. Her tongue danced with mine, exploring every inch of my mouth, sharing the essence of Benjamin's release with a passion that left me breathless.
"I know what you want," she murmured against my lips, her voice a seductive whisper. "And I'll help you get it." Her hand slid down my chest, her fingernails lightly scratching my skin, sending a delicious shiver through my body. "You want to taste him, to feel him, don't you?"
Jenny's eyes searched mine for any sign of hesitation, but I was lost in the haze of desire she had woven around us. All I could do was nod, my eyes never leaving hers. She took my hand, leading me to the bedroom with a gentle tug. The room was dimly lit, the curtains drawn to keep the outside world at bay. Benjamin was already there, lounging on the bed, his cock semi-hard and glistening with the remnants of their recent escapade.
With a grace that belied the naughtiness of the situation, Jenny climbed onto the bed, her movements a dance of seduction. She positioned herself on all fours, her ass in the air as she leaned over and whispered in Benjamin's ear. His eyes never left mine as she spoke, the anticipation in his gaze making my heart race. She turned to me, a knowing smile playing on her lips. "Lie down, George," she instructed, her voice a soft purr. "I'm going to show you how to please us both."
Her hand guided my face closer to Benjamin's cock, which was now standing at full attention. "Look at him," she cooed, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "Isn't he beautiful?" I nodded, my throat dry as I took in the sight before me. She stroked him gently, her eyes locked on mine.
"Now, George," she said, her voice a seductive whisper, "you're going to taste him just like you've always wanted to."
Her words sent a jolt through my body, and I couldn't help but lean in, my mouth watering at the thought. As I took him into my mouth, the taste was unlike anything I had ever experienced—musky, salty, and surprisingly sweet. Benjamin groaned, his hips bucking slightly as I tentatively began to suck. Jenny's hand guided me, her gentle strokes becoming more insistent as she taught me the rhythm he enjoyed.
The room was alive with the sounds of our shared pleasure—Benjamin's grunts of pleasure, Jenny's encouraging whispers, and my own muffled moans around his shaft. It was an oddly intimate moment, one that transcended the boundaries of friendship and neighborliness. I could feel the power dynamics in the room shifting, the lines of control blurring as we each gave and received in our own ways.
Jenny's eyes never left mine as I worked my mouth over his cock. There was something in her gaze that spoke of triumph and excitement, a thrill at watching me succumb to their erotic games. Benjamin's hand found the back of my head, his grip firm but gentle as he guided my movements. His breath grew ragged, his abs contracting with every stroke of my tongue. It was clear that he was enjoying this as much as Jenny was.
And then she took my hand, her touch soft and guiding as she led it to his balls. They were warm and tight, and as she placed my thumb and index finger around them, she demonstrated the perfect pressure. "Like this," she whispered, her voice a seductive purr that sent a shiver down my spine. "Feel him, George. Feel how much he wants you."
I looked up into Ben's eyes, and what I saw there was like nothing I had ever experienced before. It was passion, raw and unbridled, mixed with a hint of something else—something primal and overwhelming. His eyes bore into me, as if he could see straight through to the core of my soul. And in that moment, I knew that I was his, that I belonged to him and Jenny in ways that went beyond the physical.
I felt his balls tense up, the muscles in his thighs tightening as he approached his climax. He held my head tight, his grip firm yet gentle, as if he knew that this was the moment that would irrevocably change the nature of our relationship. And as the pressure grew, I braced myself for the inevitable.
With a guttural moan, Benjamin's cock began to pulse in my mouth, and I could feel the hot, sticky jets of cum spurt against the back of my throat. I swallowed reflexively, the taste of him mixing with Jenny's essence on my tongue. The sensation was unlike anything I had ever experienced—intimate and powerful, a silent declaration of ownership.
Jenny watched the scene unfold with a smug smile, her eyes alight with victory. She had orchestrated this moment, had coaxed and teased until I had no choice but to give in to the desires that I had long kept buried. As Ben's orgasm subsided, she stepped closer, her hand reaching out to cup my chin and tilt my face up to hers. She leaned down and kissed me deeply, sharing the taste of her boyfriend's seed with me, her tongue dancing with mine in a passionate, intimate dance.
When she pulled away, she whispered, "You're a natural, George." Her voice was filled with a mix of satisfaction and excitement that sent a thrill through me. She turned to Benjamin, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "Let's give him a break to clean up. We've got all night."
With a nod, Benjamin stepped aside, allowing me to stand on shaky legs. The taste of him still lingered on my tongue, a reminder of the intimate act I had just performed. I couldn't believe what had just happened, but there was no time to dwell on it as Jenny led me to the door with a gentle hand on my back. "You go home and freshen up," she said, her voice a silky purr. "We'll expect you back in an hour. And George," she added with a wink, "don't forget to bring those panties you washed for me."
