I’ve known Sarah and John since we were all at University together. I was their best man when they got married in their late 20s, and I was Godfather to one of their two kids. I’d moved to the other side of the country for a job a couple of years after graduation, but I remained close friends with them and kept in touch via email and the occasional phone call. I’d always meet up with them and their kids for a Sunday lunch every couple of months.
I moved back to their area after being made redundant from a job I’d enjoyed for nearly 30 years. This left me enough money to retire in my mid-50s. John and Sarah had done the same thing after running a successful business together. Their kids were away at University, and they had a large, beautiful house and gardens to enjoy together.
I bought a small flat nearby and John and I rekindled our close friendship, going out to eat, a drink, or a movie night at least once a week. I joined them both for dinner a couple of times a month. That made me happy as Sarah is not only a fantastic cook but a very pretty natural blonde with DD tits, nipples that always seemed to be erect, a lovely large, round bum and trim legs. I enjoyed admiring her cleavage in the low dresses and blouses she always wore.
At first, I tried to be discreet, but John told me to look and enjoy myself as Sarah liked the attention. As we got more comfortable with each other, I realised the flashes were getting more frequent and I was now getting the odd up-skirt view towards the end of the night, depending on alcohol consumption!
The wine always flowed freely, and the conversation became more outrageous as the evening progressed and we settled in with each other again. Sarah’s filter between her brain and mouth always failed after a few drinks, and John wasn’t much better. Then again, neither was I once they got going! This was nothing new. It had been like this at Uni with Sarah in particular always trying to shock me with kinky revelations.
We’d shared a flat in the last year at University and for two years after graduation before I moved away. I’d often listen to them fucking each other in the next room and I’d masturbate, imagining Sarah bouncing around on top of John (her favourite position I’d been told by both of them at one point or another!). Don't get me wrong, I had more than my fair share of sexual partners. I wasn’t just sitting in the dark wanking myself to sleep listening to my best friends, but I’m not the relationship type so there was nobody regular.
Masturbation was made easier by the images I had in my mind’s wank bank thanks to Sarah’s habit of walking around the flat in a thin nightshirt, underwear, a towel and on one very memorable occasion, totally naked. She’d nipped to the loo in the middle of the night and was coming back down the corridor from the bathroom just as I opened my bedroom door to do the same. The thing I most remember about that encounter was that she didn’t try to hide her nudity, just said hello and, my memory insists, wiggled her tits at me.
Throughout several of these drunken dinners, they revealed that before they had kids, they had quite an active kinky sex life involving toys, bondage, dressing up, and, on three occasions, a threesome with one of Sarah’s female friends. John confessed on the next boys' night out that the threesome was a little one-sided, as Sarah’s friend only wanted to have sex with Sarah. He still got to watch and fuck Sarah afterwards with her friend watching so it didn’t sound too bad to me, especially as the only threesome I’d ever had was with two prostitutes in Amsterdam.
I asked them if they’d ever considered trying another threesome, now that the kids were out of the way, they both said it might be something for the future, but at the moment, they were happy discovering each other again. I thought that romantic until Sarah casually said, "I couldn’t consider pegging John when the kids were at home, imagine their faces if they’d walked in on us!" after John left the room to use the bathroom. I laughed, thinking it was another of her jokes, but she looked serious.
"You’re not joking, are you?" I asked.
"Maybe, maybe not." Sarah teased.
She looked at me, and I could see she wasn’t joking. As I was about to question her further, John walked back in, and Sarah quickly changed the subject. I was fascinated by the thought of Sarah fucking John’s arse with a strapon as it’s been a fantasy of mine for a long time but I’ve never been with anyone I’ve been comfortable enough to suggest it to. The evening kind of wound down after that, and I left for my place with a semi-erection, imagining what I was leaving them to get up to.
A couple of weeks later, I was out with John, both of us a little drunk, when he brought the threesome idea up with me out of the blue. He confessed it was something they’d been thinking about for a while, but this time their fantasy included another man. Long story short, they wanted a man to watch them while they had sex. They weren’t sure how much the other man would be involved physically, and they wanted to see where the mood took them and act spontaneously. The man also had to be someone they trusted and someone Sarah found attractive, i.e., me.
I immediately said yes, and we had another pint to celebrate. John said he’d talk to Sarah about how she wanted to go about it and arrange a time. We spent the last hour of the night discussing the rules of engagement. It was all about respect and "stop" means "stop". I drunkenly said I would be thrilled if Sarah wore stockings, as it’s a particular fetish of mine. Even if all I got to do was watch, I was excited!
John called a week later to say they’d been invited to a party on Saturday night, which they were hoping to skip out of early, would it be OK if they dropped into my place on the way back? Sarah was anxious about using their family home and thought a change of venue might help her relax. I said that was fine and went and had a wank to get rid of the erection the phone call had given me!
Saturday came and I busied myself tidying my flat, changing sheets, airing the rooms, and making sure everything was perfect. I dressed in jeans and a T-shirt and tried to concentrate on watching a film while I waited for their call. I’d had a couple of beers to calm myself down but made myself stop drinking fairly early. I got a message from John just after 9 pm saying they were on their way. My cock stirred at the thought and I had another beer to give myself something to do while I waited.
30 minutes later, the intercom rang and I buzzed them in, almost spilling my drink in my excitement to get to the door. They walked in and I took their coats, John was wearing chinos and a shirt, and Sarah a wrap-around dress with black stockings. My cock twitched again! We sat in the living room, and I got a beer for John and a large glass of white wine for Sarah. We settled in the living room, John and Sarah on the two-seater sofa, me on my favourite reclining chair. We kept looking at each other and smiling, unsure what to say as this was the first time we’d gotten together since John’s proposal in the pub.
‘Well, this isn’t awkward in the slightest!’ Sarah laughed, breaking the silence, and the mood lightened.
We chatted about their day out at a friend’s son’s wedding for a while, and they finished their drinks. Sarah asked me to top her glass up and get fresh beers while I was in the kitchen. While I was in the fridge getting the drinks, I heard Sarah shout for me to come back naked. I thought I’d misheard and walked to the kitchen door to ask her to repeat herself, but saw John stripping off as Sarah sat on the sofa watching him. I retreated to the kitchen, stripped naked, and walked back to the living room with the drinks, my erection swaying in front of me
John was sitting on one end of the two-seater leather sofa, also sporting an erection. I handed him a beer and tried not to stare at his prick. I did notice that we’re both a similar length at 7” and quite girthy. The similarity ends there, though. John is five feet eight inches, ginger going to grey, no body hair, clean shaven with sparse pubic hair. I’m six feet tall, blonde with a short beard, and fairly hairy body-wise. I was amazed at how comfortable I felt being naked with them both.
I handed Sarah her glass of wine, and she looked me up and down approvingly. She motioned for me to sit on the sofa with John and took a deep gulp of her drink. She seemed hesitant at first, but I realised she was fiddling with the fastening on her dress. She finally got it unfastened and opened the front to give us a good view of her underwear. She had on a matching lace bra and panties with hold-up stockings on her trim legs. She’d removed her shoes at the door, and I could see her painted toes under her flesh-coloured stockings. Her belly was a little rounded, but she was in great shape for her age and having given birth to two children.
Her dress dropped off her shoulders, and she placed it on a chair out of the way. She came closer to the sofa and then held out her hands to John. He got up with almost indecent haste and stood in front of her, stealing a kiss. She turned him so they were both side on to me, close enough that if I’d raised my leg I could have touched them with my foot. Sarah came to the sofa and leaned over me to pick up a pillow. I stroked her thigh, holding my breath in case she didn’t want me to touch her. She smiled at me and returned to John, putting the pillow on the floor and then sinking to her knees.
I stroked my cock as Sarah leant forward and took John’s cock in her mouth, one hand gripping his shaft, the other snaking around to stroke the back of his legs and his bum. John started playing with his nipples, tweaking them as his wife sucked his cock. They went slowly to start with and I had to slow my hand on my cock, not wanting to cum too soon. I was hoping my cock might make it between those eager lips before the night was over.
John made a gasping sound which prompted Sarah to let go of his prick and put both hands on his bum, pulling his cock deep into her mouth. John thrust his hips, fucking Sarah’s mouth hard. I marvelled at her lack of gag reflex as John got faster and faster. I could see when he was close to shooting his load, his legs were shaking! He slowed and pulled his cock from Sarah’s mouth, gripping it with his right hand and jerking twice. Sarah had leant back in anticipation and John’s cum shot over her tits and bra. I marvelled at how well they knew each other and how in sync they were!
John dropped to his knees, kissed Sarah hard on the lips then started to clean his cum off her tits and bra with his tongue. Sarah looked me in the eye with a look of pure lust, and I almost involuntarily shot my load! John finished his clean-up task and once again kissed Sarah, hugging her to him and unclipping her bra. They broke apart and Sarah shrugged out of her bra and gave me my first proper look at her tits. They were slightly saggy with age, but still a wonderful shape, and her nipples were large and erect.
She stood up with John’s help and faced me, removing her panties, before joining me on the sofa. Her pussy looked freshly shaved or even waxed and her lips were slightly parted and wet. Sarah shuffled closer, her left arm against my right, her thigh against mine. She opened her legs and hooked her left leg over my right. I moved around to accommodate her new position, guessing what was coming next as John dropped the cushion in front of the sofa and sank to his knees.
My cock was pressing against Sarah’s thigh and the look and feel of her nylon stocking was getting me hot. John moved between Sarah’s legs and started tonguing her moist lips, making her sigh and stroke his head with her right hand. Our arms were still jammed together so I moved mine and put it around her shoulders and she snuggled against me, her left hand resting on my stomach just above my cock. I cupped Sarah’s right breast, tweaking the nipple between my thumb and forefinger. She moaned in appreciation then cried out louder as John leaned back and slid a couple of fingers into her pussy. He slid his fingers in and out slowly, looking at us both, taking in where our hands were on each other. With his free hand, he moved Sarah’s hand to my cock then lowered his head to tongue Sarah's clit.
Sarah squeezed my cock and started to wank me, pushing my cock against her thigh with her palm and slowly running her hand up and down, pulling my foreskin back. I gave her nipple a quick pinch in appreciation and used my free hand to play with my nipples. We carried on like this for five minutes and I was just starting to feel myself building up to cum when Sarah suddenly let go of my cock and started her own orgasm. John kept licking until she pushed his head away but he kept his fingers moving in and out of her sopping wet pussy. I could hear his fingers squelching and my cock twitched. I pushed my hand against it and carried on rubbing myself off against Sarah’s thigh as she thrashed around at my side. She came again with a loud moan and this finished me off and I shot cum over her thigh.
John relented and removed his fingers from Sarah, and she collapsed against me. John stood up, licking the fingers he used on Sarah. He moved Sarah around so he could sit on the sofa. She turned and ended up lying with her head in his lap and her legs on my thighs. John stroked her hair as I stroked her legs. I noticed my cum on her thigh and without thinking, leant forward to lick it.
"Nice," whispered John before taking a drink of his beer.
We stayed like this for 20 minutes, drinking and chatting. Sarah marvelled at how similar in size and girth our cocks were, how we both liked to tweak our nipples and the taste of cum. Eventually, John started playing with Sarah’s boobs and bent over to kiss her. I was getting my erection back, and I was certain John already had his. I thought this might be the end of the night, but Sarah and John seemed to be gearing up for round two.
Sarah rolled off us, stood up, and made John shuffle over a bit on his seat so she could straddle him, as I suspected he had an impressive erection! Sarah slipped it inside her pussy and started to ride John’s, rubbing her tits in his face and looking me in the eyes to see my reaction. I smiled at her and started masturbating with my left hand and stroked her thigh with my right, watching her reaction and looking for permission. She nodded at me, so I swivelled in my seat to free up both hands to explore her back and legs with my fingertips as she rode John. She sighed as I ran my fingers up and down her spine from the back of her neck to her bum. We continued like this for a couple of minutes, Sarah shivering under my fingertips.
I had a sudden desire to watch John’s cock slide in and out of Sarah so I slid off the sofa and knelt behind them. I reached out, thinking this is going too far, and spread Sarah’s arse so I could get the full view. I could see John’s member spreading her pussy and moving deep inside her as she ground her pelvis on him. His balls were bouncing as he thrust his cock deep into her pussy.
I looked at Sarah’s arsehole, knowing that she liked anal sex and wondering what it would be like to fuck her in the arse. Or rim her! I started to lean forward, then realised they were speeding up and I didn’t think I’d be able to match their speed! I settled for running my finger between her buttocks and over her arsehole, just tickling her rather than penetrating. She moaned, and I saw her legs shake as she came again. They slowed down, then stopped, Sarah moving off John onto the seat I’d vacated.
I thought they were done but John leant over her, spread her legs and thrust his cock deep inside her. Sarah wrapped her legs around his bum and bucked her hips. At the rate they were going, I didn’t think they would last much longer, but I was enjoying the view while it lasted. I noticed John’s puckered anus as well as Sarah’s now they had changed position and surprised myself by imagining a dildo thrusting in and out of my friend's arsehole. As I’d predicted, they didn’t keep the pace long and John pulled out and shot cum over her pussy and thighs. I applauded and said "Wow" then sat on the sofa next to Sarah as John buried his face between her legs to lick his cum off her. I found out his favourite thing, and he was thrilled when I’d done the same earlier.
Sarah pulled me to her and kissed me passionately as her husband licked and kissed her thighs and pussy. I was a little embarrassed to start with, finding the embarrassment an odd feeling considering what I’d already witnessed and done with them. Her tongue slipped into my mouth and I felt her hand slide down my body to my cock. She squeezed it and began to stroke me. John finished his clean-up duties and moved from between Sarah’s legs. I heard him breathing hard and whispering "yes" in encouragement as he watched us kiss and fondle each other. I’d been playing with Sarah’s tits but moved my hand between her legs, sliding two fingers over her clit. I felt her shiver beneath me and break our kiss.
"Fuck me" she whispered in my ear.
I slid between her legs and smoothly entered her. She pulled her hips back, her legs wrapping around my back, pulling me deep into her cunt. I sensed John move closer, his heaving breathing on my bum, which was the oddest sensation I’d had sexually up to that point. I heard Sarah say yes as we fucked, wondering what she meant. A couple of seconds later I felt pressure against the bottom of my cock and realised John had slipped a finger into Sarah’s arsehole. I felt a second finger join the first and begin sliding in and out in time to my thrusts. My balls touched skin and I realised with a start that John’s hand and arm were making contact. I liked the feeling! Twenty seconds later, I heard and then felt Sarah coming under me, which was a relief as I wasn’t sure how much longer I’d be able to hold on. I tried to follow John’s example but Sarah’s legs were clamped tight around me so I shot my load deep inside her, her husband's fingers stroking my cock as I came.
I pulled out and stood up once Sarah released me to find John sitting crosslegged with his fingers still up Sarah’s arse. He grinned sheepishly and pulled them out, then shrugged.
“Sorry, I couldn’t help myself,” he grinned.
“That’s OK, I liked it and I’m positive Sarah did!” I grinned back.
Sarah laughed and asked us both to join her for a cuddle. We did the best we could on the small sofa. We chatted for half an hour until Sarah was almost snoring between us. John took her home, promising another session as soon as possible.
