Robert's House

We drove quietly along the remote winding road looking for the designated street, the headlights of my truck revealing only tall, dark trees on either side. Actually I drove, my wife sat emotionless beside me. We were meeting a gentleman I had been corresponding with though email for the last three or four weeks. This gentleman, Robert, and I shared several of the same interests and tastes and ideas. This evening he and I were anxious to expand on one of those ideas.

My wife occasionally turned her head to follow some passing object of interest, real or imagined, apparently to pass the time. I watched her out of the corner of my eye, but this time I saw her as I imagined Robert would. Anne looked pretty good, actually. Her jeans were pleasantly tight and the outline of her bra was visible through her white button-down shirt, her large breasts straining the material of both. Strangely, she hadn’t combed her shoulder length black hair; rather, it had that seductive “tossed” look.

One of the landmarks Robert had listed on his directions appeared under a lone streetlight. I turned left as instructed and entered a secluded and apparently well-to-do neighborhood decorated by Lexus’, Mercedes and a sprinkling of BMWs. The address I was looking for had a brand new white Four Runner in the driveway. The house was quite large, maybe thirty five hundred square feet, but the value was hard to determine. The two-story home was modeled after an old Victorian home with the wrap around porch on both levels. A gentle gas lamp in the yard showed the tan exterior with green shutters and trim. Robert’s wife, Phyllis, obviously wasn’t home.

I switched off my headlights and turned off the engine. Anne and I both unbuckled our seatbelts. Robert’s shadow could be seen through the frosted trio of panes in the front door. He was obviously waiting for us. The front door opened as we approached and was filled by a fairly tall man in tan lightly wrinkled Dockers and a dark red Polo shirt.

I first met Robert at his house about a week ago. He was a distinguished gentleman, as I said fairly tall – around six feet, thinning light brown hair and a dimpled grin. His eyes were gray and had an impish twinkle. His greeting smile displayed two rows of perfect white teeth in a clean-shaven face. Then, I had knocked on his front door and entered in response to “come in”. He was standing at the top of the stairs wearing a towel after stepping out of the shower. “Glad to see you,” he said. Turning to go to his bedroom he nonchalantly dropped the terrycloth wrap to display a beautiful soft six or seven inch cock, cut and smoothly shaved all around. “I’m very glad to see you, Robert…”

Anne smiled for the first time as he took her hand and gently shook it. As he held the door open, we shook hands and exchanged “hi’s”. He was a handsome and charming man No doubt financially successful, too.

Robert took us into an immaculate living room that could have been a feature of any home decorating magazine. Brass lamps gave a warm light and sat at the ends of a comfortable, pillow-laden couch on low marble end tables. Each pillow was unique, but all equally complimented the differing material and textures in the room. A ficus tree filled one corner of the room; a large fern flowed over each end of the mantle over a cold fireplace, although the room was a degree or two high to be considered “perfectly comfortable”.
“We can go over the training material in here.” Our host gestured toward the couch. We sat, Anne between us.
“Here is the main book,” he said, laying a large spiral bound notebook on her lap.

An expensive leather satchel leaned against the oak coffee table leg. It was then I noticed the aroma that hinted of musk and cinnamon and a third, indefinable scent. It was a mysterious fragrance, to be sure. It wasn’t so much noticeable by the nose but by a certain indefinable sense. The reaction it produced must have been more respiratory than olfactory because all three of us were breathing a little heavier.

Robert explained some dry descriptions in the manual. Management process here, product activity there. Flow charts and Venn diagrams abound. Anne’s attention was on the page, although her hair was blocking my view of her eyes. His eyes alternated between the book and Anne’s breasts. I noticed then that top two buttons of her shirt were unbuttoned, not the customary one.

As he spoke, turned pages and explained outlines, her fingertips had unconsciously started tracing circles on the skin below her collarbone, causing the collar of her shirt to open a bit more and expose the an inch or two of the top of her cleavage. Occasionally, her finger would creep down her shirt, between her breasts. A slight bulge was becoming noticeable in behind his zipper. Mine, too! Soon after, she pushed her hair behind one ear. But her hand didn’t go back to the skin above the shirt buttons; she started reflexively gently circling where her right nipple would be under her shirt and bra. Robert’s speech slowed as his eyes focused on the growing point where her fingertip touched.

Anne turned away from me and toward Robert. No one spoke. No one moved. No one breathed. Her hand no longer traced the point of her breast, but began cupping and rubbing it. There were two rapidly hardening penises in the room. Robert’s hand moved to replace hers and her hand began to very slowly unbutton her shirt, gradually revealing a deepening chasm between her 44DD breasts and a straining bra. The thought of another man eventually enjoying the sight of my wife’s breasts brought me to full erection and the pressure on my crotch was unbearable! He had begun to fully massage her, pushing large mounds of creamy white and previously unseen flesh over the top of the cloth cups. Her shirt was completely unbuttoned and she began breathing heavily. We all were!

Almost instinctively, he rose to stand in front of her, his knees between hers, his now huge bulge in front of her face. She fumbled to find the latch on his zipper. I placed my hands under hers and unzipped his fly and worked my hand into the front of his boxers to bring out his beautiful, smooth, long cock. It was as magnificent as it was the day he dropped his towel, but this was the first time I held it in my hands. The last time I was here, we watched each other masturbate; this time we would be bolder.

Anne leaned forward circled the head of his cock with her tongue while I held it for her. Her eyes closed in pleasure, she ran her tongue and lips the length of the eight inch shaft, taking his balls in her hand and oh-so-gently massaged them. I joined her, licking and slowly kissing the smooth cock, lightly sucking the salty drop forming on the tip, savoring the taste like tea in the summer. She didn’t display any shock or surprise seeing me enjoying the taste and touching another man. Anne’s lips met mine at the head after a trip to the freshly shaved base and back. I gave Robert a light squeeze to bring a drop of nectar to relish with my wife. She looked at me with half open eyes and an upturned corner of her mouth expressed that her nervousness had begun to dissipate, but I knew she would be anxious throughout whatever the evening would bring.

Robert took Anne’s face in her hands and gently guided her to her feet, the book dropping unnoticed to the floor, and kissed her deeply, passionately and with feeling. I rose. He placed a hand behind my head and brought his mouth to mine with equal energy, our tongues hungrily probing each other’s mouth, searching for the remnants of Anne’s kiss. We joined in a three-way kiss, cheek-to-cheek-to-cheek, arms around waists, tongues lapping and overlapping each other. With his arms around us, Anne and I were lead upstairs.

A floor lamp lit one corner of Robert’s huge bedroom. The only piece of furniture we were particularly interested in was in the far center of the room and covered with a hunter green bedspread. Two rows of large equally green pillows lined the headboard of the king-sized bed. The carpet felt sensually soft under my now bare feet. He unbuckled my pants and pushed them to the floor. Anne tugged down my boxers over my raging erection. Robert gently stroked my penis with his fingertips then slowly dropped to the floor in front of me. Anne caressed his hair and eagerly watched him lick my cock before taking all of my eight and a half inches all the way, his chin on my balls and his nose nestled in my bush.

Anne had never seen two men together, except for the rare occurrence in an x-rated movie and even then, she didn’t watch that many adult movies. At that, man-to-man scenes are hard to find in a regular x-rated movies. So naturally, I had no idea she would enjoy Robert and me sucking each other as much as she did. I was hoping in the back of my mind, since my attention was focused elsewhere, that this wasn’t just a passing interest, and that her possible and, more likely probable, exploration of same sex experiences might broaden and expand beyond this new horizon. Nevertheless, I had no idea what a sexual awakening this was for her! I was eager, as was Robert no doubt, to find out more.

His hands had by then reached around and each firmly grasped my buttocks. She had begun pulling my shirt over my head so the shirttail wouldn’t obstruct the view she was enjoying. Robert’s mouth slid off my cock long enough for her to pull his top off, too. Saliva ran down his chin. The reflection of the sole lamp the glowed of the moistness left by his deep mouth. Now Anne’s shirt completed a trifecta on the floor. I wanted very much for Anne to finally remove her bra and at long last reveal those large, beautiful globes of womanhood. I never understood why she was content to hide them under bulky clothes; they were magnificent! Close friends had mentioned in drunken, unguarded moments how they would almost give anything to see Anne’s breasts and fondle and nuzzle them, speculating on the size and color of her nipples. I had hoped the honor of their unveiling would belong to Robert, since he was the first, after me, to have fondled them. Truth was, I was enjoying being serviced by his magnificent mouth! My legs were weak and I felt light as a feather. I noticed his fingers working ever so further between the crack of my ass, ever so further down, inch-by-inch…

Robert slowly rose, running his tongue through my thick pubic hair, nibbling here and there. How I loved that! He licked a path from my pubic path, to my navel, to each of my nipples lingering on each, nibbling and sucking. I kissed him again. He turned to Anne and assessed her head to toe. She stood, head tilted to one side, in her bra and jeans. She didn’t seem self-conscious in her early stage of undress. Her view was of two nude men with extremely noticeable erections! He stepped to her and took her full in his arms and passionately kissed her again, her mouth rising to his, she standing on her tiptoe. He stepped back, bringing her bra with him. Burying his nose and mouth in one of the ample cups, he looked at her. Her usually large, pick nipples were small, tight and protruding. She backed to the foot of the bed, sat and hid a hand under each breast and began licking first one nipple then another; nibbling one, then another; then alternated taking the entire nipple into her dripping mouth, her seductive gaze never leaving our hungry stare. While she put on this little show, I slipped an arm around my fellow audience member and, with the other hand, began stroking his beautiful cock. He returned the favor. I could hear the moist sound of more pre-cum forming as we tightened and loosened our grips on each other. Anne started clutching her breasts firmly, pushing them tight against her chest with her open palms. hard nipples were pinched hard between taut fingers as she first aimed the red points to the floor, then to the ceiling, then pulled straight out. Her teeth clenched, her head tossing left and right, further roiling her hair. That point of paradise where her thighs meet was obviously wet and the moistness showed in the crotch of the jeans.

Robert and I, standing only a handful of feet away, stepped to her. She rose. He and I each too a now-red and swollen breast and hungrily nursed. Whether from arousal or a pleasurable physical discomfort, she moaned deeply occasionally throwing her head back. Almost on cue, she unsnapped her pants allowing my breast-mate the blissful honor of unzipping them. But because the material was snug, both of us pulled the denims to the floor. Small, black curls haloed the front bottom half of the red panties; her bush obvious in the outline. Perhaps more noticeable was the sweet aroma of an aroused womanhood and damp material surround it. The panties came down with a single tug.

Anne has soft, smooth, creamy skin all over. The only evidence of exposure to sun was a light tan below her neck and on her arms. Her breasts, belly and thighs were fair colored. Her belly, trim and concave in high school and early in our marriage, had taken a more convex angle in her late thirties. Still, it added character and personality and made her the more attractive to me.

She stood, feet slightly apart as if to tease us with the musky scent of arousal, looking down at the two starved men admiring the fresh dew. Robert expressed a visual gasp of pleasure at the sight of Anne’s pubic bush, its thickness, deep and ample black coils and ringlets. She had shaved her lush triangle once, but the annoyance of keeping it shaved and the unbearable itch of it growing back discouraged her from using the razor there again, even if only to trim and shape it. Still, I had come to genuinely enjoy the erotic pleasure of just running my fingers and tongue through it as Robert was doing now.

Anne eased back onto the bed, sitting back on her elbows. Robert kept his rapt attention focused on paradise as he parted her knees. After an invigorating breath his tongue drank from her dripping, swollen lips. He sucked the sweet dew from the curls surrounding her pink center before burying his face in heaven. An occasional nibble on her clitoris would send a spasm through her. Her back would arch and a deep, short pleasuring moan would escape her. She began to perspire and she shuddered more frequently as he became more intense in his ministrations.

Robert’s knees were spread as he ate her. I dropped to mine and began to slowly pump his cock. He began rocking and swaying to my rhythm. With my free hand, I reached the area between his balls and anus and oh-so-lightly stroked back and forth with my fingertips. Taking advantage of an instant of boldness, curiosity and supreme arousal, I slipped a fingertip into him. He took a deep breath and exhaled a sound that was half sigh and half moan. Encouraged, I inserted my finger to the knuckle both to his and my pleasure.
Anne straightened up enough to scoot back further on the bed, her intention obvious. Robert rose to her intention and finally inserted his swollen and red penis into her. She arched her back higher yet than before, letting out a part scream, part moan and part grunt which could have been heard from the end of the driveway. Her glistening breasts swayed to his motion, her perspiration mixed with his as it dropped from him and ran over her in rivulets to the darkening bedcover underneath. I joined him from behind and pushed and pumped two fingers in his anus. I thrust to the rhythm as he drove repeatedly into my moaning wife.
“More,” he groaned, looking over his shoulder at me. “Bigger”.

I walked across the bed on my knees, my throbbing cock leading the way to his buttocks. I was against his back, rubbing my cockhead over his balls. He uttered a slightly audible “oooh” and “yesss” then finally “now”. His anus was by then lubricated by the ample juice my wife was sharing with him. My penis entered with just a little effort, and it took a few rhythmic motions to bury myself deep within him.

This time his back arched and he let out a deep moan.
“Gawd, yes. Pound me” he exhaled breathlessly.

Our groans combined with the squeaking bed, the sound of sweaty skin slapping against sweaty skin and hard cocks pounding in wet holes created an erotic cacophony. Seconds, minutes, hours? Time was lost in pleasure. Robert announced that he couldn’t hold any longer and exploded inside my wife who was at the height of her thousandth backbreaking orgasm. I burst inside Robert with a loud groan just as he was squeezing the last bit if jism on Anne’s wet, matted bush.

I rocked back on my ankles and Robert rock back onto me. Anne’s body went into an exhausted limp. We all let out a deep exhale. I reached around and felt Robert’s slowly shrinking cock, slick with his cum and my wife’s juices. And it tasted marvelous!
After another deep breath, Robert turned so he could see both of us.

“Would you two like to see my large sunken shower bath now? It’s got a pulsating shower head!”