John and I met up on the following Wednesday after our second threesome with his wife, Sarah. We’d originally planned to go and see the latest Hollywood blockbuster at the local cinema, but John called and asked if he could just come round for a drink and a takeaway. He sounded nervous and excited, if that makes sense.
He arrived around 6 pm; we ordered from the local Chinese restaurant and opened some beers. In person, John seemed calm and collected at first, but got visibly nervous as the night wore on. We finished the meal and opened our fourth beer of the night.
“Sarah asked me to come and speak to you about our next, erm, session.” John finally said.
"Next sounds good. I was worried one of you had decided that was it!” I laughed.
“Oh God no, far from it!” John exclaimed. “It’s just, well, what Sarah has in mind might be a bridge too far.”
“After I fucked her arse, and you nuzzled and licked my cock? What the hell is she planning?” I laughed.
“I didn’t think you’d noticed that!” John exclaimed. “You didn’t mention it.”
“I didn’t get a chance, really, did you do it on purpose?”
“Not the first time, Sarah shifted as I was licking her, and I got your cock instead. The second and third times were on purpose. Heat of the moment kind of thing. Are you OK with that?” John said quietly.
“Not a problem, I found it exciting. I’ll try anything once except necrophilia and Morris dancing.” I replied with a smile
John laughed, then said: “OK, that might make what I need to say easier, then. Sarah wants to dominate us both. She said she had hinted at that to you on the way out on Friday.”
“She did. I wasn’t sure if she was joking.” I confirmed.
“Sarah never jokes about sex!”John laughed. ”Could I have another beer, please?”
I went into the kitchen, got us another beer each from the fridge and returned to the living room. John opened his beer, took a long swig, then continued.
“OK, here we go,” he said, almost to himself. “Sarah wants to peg us both, one after the other. She thinks you’ll enjoy it, assuming you’ve not already been pegged, as you liked it when she fingered you.”
I took a drink myself, my mouth suddenly dry and my cock growing in my jeans.
“I’ve not been pegged, but I’ve had a couple of girls use their fingers on me, and on several occasions, a lady I was having an affair with used a vibrator up my bum while she sucked me off. I got off on it. I have fantasised about pegging,” I confessed.
“That’s good then!” John said with a genuine sigh of relief.
“Err, how big is the strapon?” I asked nervously. I’d seen pictures and videos of men getting their arses stretched with huge dildos.
“Her favourite one is about the same size as my cock, but she does have a smaller one if you prefer.” John laughed.
“OK, good to know. Anything else?” I asked.
“She likes to slap my arse and legs, and we use nipple clamps. I thought you’d like that since you like to pinch your nipples. She’ll be dressed in fishnet tights or stockings, high-heeled boots and long PVC gloves. She likes to wear a bodice or a corset with her tits swinging free.” John explained.
“Bloody hell, no wonder you needed the kids to leave home!” I laughed.
John laughed with me, then took another long drink. His bottle was almost empty.
“Last couple of things.” He started, “You need to make sure your arse is clean - I use the shower on a jet to clean mine. You can’t touch your cock until she says so, you have to call her mistress, you can’t touch her without her instruction, and she asked for a safe word just in case.”
“Pickles!” I exclaimed. “It’s the safe word I used with my kinky friend with the dildo.”
“OK, I’ll let her know. Now comes the bit I’ve been dreading asking. She asked if you’d be up for a bit of forced bisexual action. She has a fantasy about pegging a man while she’s forcing another man to jerk him off. Or suck him off.” John ended quietly.
I understood his nerves now, but was glad he’d laid all their cards on the table ahead of the date.
“Well, I think a couple of weeks ago I would have been up for everything except the bisexual stuff, but given our cocks were rubbed together, you licked my cock. And our balls were bouncing off each other last Friday. I’m open to try anything.” I confessed, truly excited at the possibilities.
“Except necrophilia and Morris dancing!” John repeated with a sign of relief.
“I take it you’re OK with everything?” I asked.
“I’ve always been bi, it’s just not something I made a big deal of. Plus, I’ve been with Sarah since the first year in University,” he replied, sounding quite drunk now.
“One more thing,” he continued, “I wasn’t going to do this the first time, but you seem very open - I like to cross-dress when Sarah fucks me. Are you OK for me to do so? If not, I’ll just be naked,” he said, not meeting my eyes.
“What kind of things do you wear?” I asked curiously. I was quite drunk too, it seemed.
“Tights and a silk camisole top mostly, but other things too, when the mood takes us. It’s the sensation of the clothes rather than trying to look female.” John said, finally looking me in the eye.
“You do whatever it takes to get you off!” I laughed.
We finished our beers, and John left, saying he’d let me know when. I asked if they were coming to mine, but he said that he thought Sarah wanted me to go to them this time.
I received a message from John an hour later, asking me to come over on Saturday afternoon around 3 pm. The message was accompanied by a picture of Sarah wearing nothing but the strap-on, followed by a second picture of them reflected in their mirrored wardrobes. John was on his knees on the bed with Sarah kneeling behind him, obviously fucking him. I went to bed and masturbated at the two pictures, casting them onto the 50” TV on my wall before falling asleep.
I was busy visiting relatives for the next couple of days, not getting home until late Friday, so I didn’t have a chance to get nervous or even think about what was planned for Saturday. I slept relatively late, getting up around 10:30 am and visiting our local cafe for breakfast. I read the news on my phone and tried not to think about what we had planned for the afternoon.
I finally went home and watched a film, holding down the desire to go and have a wank to the pictures of John and Sarah! When that was over, I took a shower, giving my bum a lot of attention to make sure it was clean, something I do anyway, but I was particularly attentive today. I dressed in a t-shirt and jeans, made my way out of the flat and walked to John and Sarah’s, wondering how they were going to greet me when I got there.
I needn’t have worried. John answered the door in a t-shirt and a pair of jeans and asked me to come in.
“Sarah is still getting ready; she had to nip out this morning for an unexpected meeting, but she asked us to wait for her in the spare bedroom,” John said, leading me upstairs.
The spare room didn’t look as it had last time I stayed there. The bed, a solid-looking wooden double with low, rounded posts that I always thought looked like large butt plugs when I’d slept in it, was covered in a clean sheet, restraints were tethered at all four corners, and there was a large bottle of lube and a collection of toys in a box on the bedside table. One wall of the room was built with wardrobes with mirrored doors. There was also a free-standing mirror on the opposite wall that hadn’t been there before.
John poured me a glass of wine from an open bottle.
“I thought you might need some Dutch courage.” He said.
“Not at all, I’m excited,” I replied, taking a long drink of wine anyway.
Our phones beeped with a message simultaneously. It was a message from Sarah in the master bedroom ordering us to prepare ourselves with the lube and toys in the box.
“Fuck, this is happening!” I said softly.
John was shrugging off his shoes and jeans to reveal a pair of sheer, black tights. He pulled off his T-shirt to reveal a black silk camisole. I noticed his nipples were erect and pushing against the fabric, then saw he had nipple clamps attached to them. His cock was firm inside the nylon.
“OK?” he asked nervously.
“Yes,” I replied and finished my glass of wine.
I stripped naked, then turned around and admired myself in the mirror. John had his back to me, looking in the box of toys, I found myself admiring his bum in the black tights. An old girlfriend had once told me that my nylon fetish was so extreme that she could see me fucking a guy wearing tights, given the chance!
I joined him and asked him what he’d recommend as if we were browsing the wine selection at a fancy restaurant. The box had an assortment of butt plugs of varying sizes. John handed me a silicone butt plug with a t-handle and curved ‘plug’. It was small enough that it didn’t frighten me, which was a good thing.
“Start with this,” he said, “then we can go on to something bigger if you are comfortable.”
I squirted lube on my fingers and reached behind to rub it all over my arsehole, pushing my fingertips in to open my hole. I smothered the plug in lube, reached behind me and pressed it against my butt hole. It took a couple of attempts to get the angle right before it slipped in. I slid it all the way, then bent over to have a look in the mirrors. It felt great, and as I moved, I felt it push against my prostate, making me shiver and my cock twitch.
I realised John had been watching me as I inserted the plug. His hand was down the back of his tights, lubing his bum, and he turned away as he realised I was looking at him in the mirror. He had a similar butt plug to the one I was wearing, but about half as thick again and with a vibrating bullet inserted in the back of it. He pulled his tights down, slid the butt plug up his arse, then switched the vibrator on. He pulled his tights up, moving his cock about to get comfortable.
“Nipple clamps,” he said, handing me a pair on a chain.
I eased them on, tightening them just a little more than comfortable, then backed them off slightly.
I heard the other bedroom door open and Sarah’s heels on the hardwood floor of the landing. John knelt facing the door and motioned for me to do the same. Sarah paused outside the door for five seconds, then walked in. I almost shot my load there and then. She looked magnificent! She was wearing a fishnet bodystocking that had open cups, so her boobs swung free. Her nipples had individual clamps on them with dangling jewellery. Her hands and arms were covered in PU opera gloves. When John had mentioned high-heeled boots, I was thinking of the pair she’d been wearing last week, which you could have worn in an office. These were PU over-the-knee boots with a pointy toe and a high heel.
Then there was the strap-on dildo, a black leather harness with a realistic dildo that was around 8” long. John had been honest when he described it, although it was slightly longer than both of us, with the same girth. Sarah strutted into the room, her tits bouncing, stopping in front of John. He immediately bent down and started licking her boots.
“You. Lick my boot, you filthy slave,” she demanded, pointing at me.
I shuffled forward and started licking the other boot, strangely turned on by this unexpected domination play. The plug in my butt felt great, and I realised John and I were on all fours with our bums pointing at the mirrored wall. I looked behind me and got a fantastic view and, again, I marvelled at how good John’s bum and legs looked in nylon.
“Enough!” Sarah shouted after a couple of minutes.”Both of you, bend over on the bed and show me your arseholes.”
I followed John’s lead, kneeling on the bed and resting my face against the cover so my bum was up in the air. I could follow what Sarah was doing by looking in the mirror. She strutted over to the toy box and pulled out a short riding crop.
“Move closer, you should be touching each other,” Sarah ordered.
We moved closer until our thighs and hips were touching, offering Sarah our bums. I heard a slap and realised she’d used the crop on John. He grunted but didn’t cry out. Sarah hit him twice more than I felt a crack on my arse that was so unexpected I cried out!. Sarah smacked me four more times on my arse and the back of my legs, then another two times until I learnt to grunt and not cry out. It didn’t hurt that much, but it was unexpected each time, and she was smacking John randomly, too.
“New boy, stand up and rip my sluts' tights open so I can get at his arsehole,” Sarah demanded eventually, ticking my balls with the crop.
I stood up and moved behind John, ripping the tights open around his arse. I noticed red marks from where Sarah had been spanking him, obviously harder than she had with me.
“Pull that plug out and replace yours with it,” Sarah said, her voice husky with excitement.
I parted John’s cheeks and pulled the dildo out with a plop. It was still vibrating, and I went to shut it off, but Sarah tapped my hand with the whip to stop me. I reached around to pull the plug from my arse, but Sarah stopped me with another tap of her whip.
“Bend over,” she said to me, tapping my cock with the whip, “Slut, get off your knees and change our guests' plug.”
I bent back over and presented John with my bum. He reached forward, closely watched by Sarah, and pulled the butt plug out of my arse. I sighed with pleasure, which earned me another stroke of the crop from Sarah. He put more lube on the bigger dildo and then pressed it against my sphincter. The vibration was powerful, and I felt my cock twitch and pre-cum leak out. He pushed harder, and it slipped into my bum, spreading me out.
“Now sit there like a good guest and watch what happens to sluts who like to dress up as girls,” Sarah said, winking at me.
John moved back to the bed and presented his arsehole to Sarah. Sarah spread lube on the dildo, moved behind John, then, with one thrust of her hips, pushed three-quarters of the strapon up John’s arse. John grunted, his head down, but watching Sarah in the mirror. She started fucking him, not pushing the dildo in more than three-quarters of the way at first, but slowly but surely inching it in until John was taking the full length up his arse. I leaned forward so I could see the dildo in my best friend's arse in more detail. Sarah fucked for a couple of minutes before pulling out.
“On your back, slut.” She demanded.
John was already halfway there, obviously following their usual patterns. He pushed his hips up, allowing Sarah to push a foam pad under his bum, then pulled his legs back, exposing his arse. Sarah moved to the bed and knelt in front of him, pushing the dildo back up his bum. Sarah gripped his ankles and started to fuck him. I watched them, totally turned on and felt myself reaching forward to stroke Sarah’s thigh. I remembered the instructions not to touch without permission, so I stroked John’s thighs instead. Sarah nodded approvingly and thrust deep into John’s arse with the silicone cock.
I moved my hand up and down his thigh, shuffling a little closer on the bed, then let my hand wander down to his hip so my fingertips were almost touching his cock. John had his head to the side, and I briefly wondered if I was going too far before remembering he’d licked my cock while I was fucking Sarah the week before! I then realised his head was to the side as he was watching me in the mirrors.
“Touch his cock!” Sarah suddenly demanded in the husky voice I was mentally referring to as her sex voice.
I moved my fingers to John’s cock, lightly brushing the length with two fingertips. I felt it twitch under my touch, then jumped when I felt John’s hand on my thigh. I stroked his cock, getting braver the more I touched him, increasing the pressure as I moved my fingers from the base of his cock to the head. Sarah’s breathing sped up, as did her hip thrusts, and John squeezed my thigh in encouragement. I switched from my fingertips to my palm, rubbing John’s cock up and down in time to Sarah’s thrusts. John was moaning now, and I could feel his body trembling. I gripped his cock through his tights and experimentally jerked him a couple of times. His hand gripped my thigh harder, and he shot his load in his tights, my hand gripping his cock and jerking him until he was done.
“Your turn now, change positions with Slut Boy.” Sarah grinned, pulling the dildo out of John’s arse.
John rolled off the cushion, and I took his place, pulling my legs back. Sarah applied more lube to the dildo while John pulled the vibrating plug from my arse. Sarah knelt between my legs and slid two fingers full of lube into my arsehole, sliding them as deep as she could go. She finger-fucked me for half a minute, then shuffled forward and pressed the end of the strap-on to my arsehole. I braced myself, pushing back with my sphincter to help get the toy in, but to my surprise, it slid in without any issues, and I found myself with half a rubber cock up my bum.
Sarah shifted position to get comfortable, then started to fuck me, slowly working the cock up my arse until she was ‘balls deep’, the top of the harness touching my balls. It felt great inside me and even better when she grabbed my hips and started fucking me. I felt a warm, wet sensation growing from my bum to my cock as she hit my prostate again and again. I was so busy concentrating on what Sarah was doing that I hadn’t noticed John shuffle close. I realised he was there when his fingers curled around my cock and started to wank me off. I reached out with my hand and stroked his thigh, and he shuffled around so I could touch his bum. If he were a girl, I would have slipped two fingers into his pussy but settled for stroking his butt cheeks. John squeezed my cock and pushed his bum onto my hand until I found the hole in his tights. I tentatively pressed my fingers forward, feeling the wetness from the lube in his arse.
John pushed back, and my fingers slid into his well-lubricated arsehole. He squeezed my cock again, and I could feel his quick breath on the end of my cock. Sarah was speeding up now, breathing heavily and moaning slightly. I slipped another finger into John’s arse and felt his tongue touch my slit once, twice, then lick all around my cock head.
“Do it, slut!” I heard Sarah whisper.
John took my cock in his mouth, his tongue making circles around my bellend and his lips gripping my shaft. I started to finger him as fast and as hard as I could while he gave me a blowjob. He was experienced, which made it all the more exciting. About a minute later, Sarah thrust deep and held the dildo in my arse, and I shot my load in John’s mouth, squeezing his bum with two fingers buried in his arsehole.
“Humf!” John said as I filled his mouth with cum.
He sucked me dry as Sarah withdrew the dildo from my arse, got off the bed and unbuckled the strap-on harness, letting it drop to the floor. I noticed she had a butt plug showing between her cheeks.
John got up, pulled the silk camisole off as it was now sticking to his body with sweat, then pulled the foam cushion from under my bum. Sarah crawled back onto the bed, looking at us both before straddling my face and lowering her clit to my mouth. My arms were pinned down by my side, Sarah’s boots holding them from moving, and I eagerly wrapped my lips around her pussy and swirled my tongue around her clit, making Sarah moan with pleasure.
“Finger me, slut,” she croaked.
I felt John’s weight shift on the bed, and he straddled me, sitting on my semi-erect cock. I felt the back of his hand on my chest and neck as he reached under Sarah’s bum to push his fingers into her pussy. His free hand grabbed the chain between my nipple clamps and pulled gently, making me moan into Sarah’s clit. John dry humped my cock, and I stroked his thighs with my hands, moving upwards until I could just touch his cock with my fingers. He shifted position so I had better access, and I started to rub him off through the tights. My cock was stiffening again under his bum.
We licked and fingered Sarah and very quickly brought her to a very wet orgasm. As she came, John pulled his fingers out, and she squirted in my face with a very loud moan. All the time, my cock was being massaged by John’s arse as he moved backwards and forwards on me. I rubbed his cock through his tights. Sarah rolled off me, lying on her side, watching us.
“Come and sit on my boot, slut,” she said after a couple of minutes.
“Let Mistress move to the middle of the bed”, John said, eagerly rolling off me.
I moved off the bed, and Sarah rolled over, giving me a lovely view of her butt plug. She sat up, her back against the headboard and spread her legs out straight. Her legs parted as John moved to her left and straddled her foot, the toes of her boot pointing at his arse. He spread lube onto the boot, then lowered himself onto it, the pointed toe penetrating his arsehole. Sarah moved her right leg across and began to rub his cock with the sole of her boot, the high heel occasionally jabbing the bottom of his cock and his balls, ripping the nylon covering them.
“Play with his nipples,” Sarah ordered me.
I moved behind John and put my arms around him, grabbing the chain on his nipple clamps and pulling, gently at first, then a little firmer. John leaned back against me and moaned as he rode Sarah’s boot.
“Wank him,” Sarah ordered me, removing her foot from his cock.
I slipped my hand down to John’s cock, finding his cock partially sticking out of the rips from Sarah’s boot heel. I pulled his cock free and began to jerk him off, still pulling on his nipples. My erect cock rubbed up and down on his lower back.
“I always knew you two were gay for each other!” Sarah laughed. ”I didn’t even have to force you to start touching each other’s dicks and bums!”
“Yes, mistress.” John groaned, pushing down harder on Sarah.
I wondered how deep the boot was in his arse and how long he was going to last as I slid his foreskin up and down wanking him off slowly but firmly.
“How about I make you fuck?” Sarah said, her free boot rubbing my arm and John’s stomach.
“Whatever my mistress wants, she gets,” John said, his hand reaching behind him and squeezing my thigh.
“I’m yours to command, my mistress,” I said, turned on by the thought. Hell, we’d gone this far, it didn’t seem like too big a step!
I let go of John’s cock and he rolled over, pulling Sarah’s boot out of his arse. He crawled forward on all fours, then draped himself over Sarah’s thigh as she had done to him the week before when I'd fucked her arse. She started to spank him as I approached on my knees, my hard cock throbbing with excitement. I positioned myself between John’s legs, leaned forward and slid my cock into my friend's arsehole while Sarah spanked his bum.
“Fuck him as hard as you can!” Sarah ordered, grabbing the chain between my nipple clamps and pulling hard.
I put my hands on John’s hips and thrust my cock forward, going balls deep on the second thrust. Sarah yanked my chain hard, pulling my nipples and making me gasp with pain and pleasure. John moaned loudly, earning himself another smack on the arse. I hammered my cock in and out of John’s arse, watching him watch me in the mirror opposite. Sarah's lips were parted, and she was breathing heavily, her eyes on my cock as it buggered her husband. I started to slow down as I approached orgasm, still thrusting deep but trying to make my orgasm last as long as I could.
“Cum in his arse,” Sarah ordered when she realised I was close.
As soon as she said that, I came, my cock deep in John’s arse. John groaned, and I felt his body shiver beneath me. I started to pull out, but Sarah pulled me forward by my nipples, pushing my cock hard up John’s arse, making him shiver a second time. Sarah released me, I pulled out of John, then sat on the side of the bed watching Sarah stroke his back until he was finally able to get up. I could see John had shot his load on Sarah’s leg, and he bent to clean up without being asked.
“Good sluts. Now I want you to clean each other up in a 69.” Sarah said.
She moved to the side of the bed, and we moved into position, lying on our sides facing each other’s cocks. John took my cock in his mouth first, eagerly sucking it. I moved my face forward and gingerly took his cock in my mouth, tasting his cum. We sucked each other for a minute, which was pleasant, but neither of us was likely to get hard again.
“You can stop now if you like,” Sarah said.
We broke away to find she had stripped her boots, bodystocking, gloves and nipple clamps and was standing watching us. John went to her and they hugged and kissed each other. I hesitated for a moment, not wanting to intrude, but Sarah beckoned me to them and I hugged them both.
“You owe John a fuck.” Sarah whispered.
“He certainly does!” laughed John, “Although, I suspect you’ll enjoy it as much as I just did.”
“As soon as you’re ready,” I replied, squeezing both their bums.
“Let’s have some dinner and a drink first, then we can think about another session for another day. I’m pretty sure neither of you will get hard again!’ Sarah laughed.
We showered and ate pizza, chatting amicably until Sarah started to fall asleep around 9 pm, when I left them for the night and walked home to my bed.
