About 2 weeks ago, my wife and I had our first threesome. We met Chris, a much taller, more muscular, broader guy than myself, at our favorite Mexican spot and somehow ended up at his house all naked together. Our sex life over the past several years had been getting stale and almost boring. Since that adventure with Chris, though, in the past two weeks, we haven't gone more than one day without having sex. Sometimes it's just oral sex, but it usually starts with oral and leads to us fucking.

I try not to talk about our threesome every time we have sex, but it's hard not to. I love dirty talk in bed. Once we start talking about it, I usually don't last very long and I have huge orgasms.  

Recalling my wife, Gwen, sucking and fucking the big man and his big cock sends me over the edge. Talking about it gets Gwen off too. She has been cumming at least twice every time we get naked.

In the past, she didn't talk much during sex. But, now, she loves to talk dirty. She knows I like it when she talks about how big his cock is and how good it felt when he fucked her. She also loves to bring up how I sucked him and tells me how much she wants to watch me do it again. Last week, before she started sucking me, she teased me for a while first.

"I bet you want my wet mouth on your cock, don't you?" she asked in a schoolgirl voice.

"Yes, please. You know I do," I begged.

"Ahh, I know you do, baby. But what do you want me to do with my mouth?" she kept torturing me with an innocent tone.

"Start slow for me. Lick my balls. Just lightly at first. Please," I continued.

"Why, is that what you would do if you were about to suck Chris' cock again? Would you start with his balls? And lick them lightly?" she whispered into my ear as her fingers lightly traced over my nut sack. "Would you get down on your knees, between his legs, and lick his balls while I watched?"

"Yes. Yes, I would if you watched me," I answered.

"I bet you'd be looking up at his dick, watching it grow and get harder, just waiting to get it in your mouth, wouldn't you? Wouldn't my husband like to suck his big cock again?" she teased more, now running her fingers lightly across my expanding shaft.

"Yes, I'd lick it and suck it for you," I told her, as she dropped her mouth to engulf my erection.

"I bet you can't wait to feel his thick cock stretch your pussy out again either!" I said minutes later as I fucked her doggie style and fingered her ass.

I've also licked her pussy a lot more since our rendezvous with Chris. I always loved licking her pussy. I have quite an oral fixation. I like to please both cunts and cocks with my mouth. I love sucking on her nipples, her fingers, and her toes. She's been wanting cunnilingus more than normal though, asking me to lick her pussy or pushing my head between her legs almost every time we fool around.

Ever since Chris fingered Gwen's ass while I was fucking her, she suddenly likes anal play too, which is new. I tried fingering her ass for years in the past when I was eating her pussy or fucking her, but she almost always pulled my hand away. Lately, though, she's actually moved my hand toward her ass, asking me to finger her while I am licking or fucking her!

My finger has penetrated her formerly forbidden hole several times in just the few weeks since our threesome, and the last couple of times she asked me to use a second digit, stretching her ass. It's amazing how hard she cums with two fingers squeezed tightly in her anus. I'm guessing it's all stemming from the fact that Chris fingered her ass while I fucked her during our threesome. Either way, I love our newly found sexuality.

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I called her the other day and asked if she wanted to meet at the same spot to grab a taco and a drink.

"I can't today, but it's okay, you go ahead," she offered.

We are regulars there and usually see people we know at the bar and sit with them and chat, so I didn't mind going alone.

"If you see any new friends, be sure to say hi," she joked, referring to Chris, of course.

"Sure babe. If I see him, I'll be sure to mention it!" I shot back. "Actually, I wonder what I would say if I did run into him there? Hey buddy, remember me? You banged my wife last time we met?" I laughed.

"Yeah, I guess it might be a bit awkward, huh? Well, if you do see him, I want to know how it goes," she said.

When I walked into the restaurant, I didn't see any of the regulars that we knew. I sat down and ordered a beer, staring down at the menu. Suddenly, a hard pat on my back startled me.

"Hey Jeff, how ya doin'?" I didn't recognize the voice.

As I turned, I had to look up higher than expected before realizing it was him! Chris was standing right behind me, with his large hand on my shoulder, towering over me. I froze.

"How you doin, man?" he repeated.

"Oh, hey... Chris," I blurted out, still trying to think of the right words. "Umm, good. Yeah... how are you?" I stumbled.

"All good, just grabbing something to go. I'm gonna watch the game at my place. Have you eaten?" He seemed pretty calm, not nearly as nervous as I was.

"Umm, no. Just sat down and grabbed a beer. About to order some food." My voice was still a bit nervous and shaky. At least it seemed shaky to me.

"Great, is Gwen meeting you?" he asked. His tone was genuine, with no other meaning behind it. He was chatting like nothing had happened between us, and I needed to get to that same place.

"Oh, no. She was busy, just me today." My voice searched for a normal, relaxed tone.  

"Oh cool. Order your food to go and come watch the game with me. Should be a good one, and more fun to watch with someone than all alone," he said. He didn't word it like a question, more like a statement. I didn't know if this was just how he talked or if he was trying to establish the dominating position as he had done before.

I don't usually let other people speak for me. I'm an alpha male myself. But around Chris, he seems to be more alpha than me.

As the bartender came over, Chris engaged him before I could. "We need two to-go orders, thanks," Chris told him.

I could have stopped him and said 'no thanks', but I didn't. Truthfully, watching the game with him sounded better than sitting here alone. I also realized this would be a good time to chat about our sexual interlude.

We ordered food and sat for a while waiting.

"I got a beer, you want one?" I asked him.

"Sure, grab me what you're having while I hit the restroom," he replied.

We sat and drank our beer, not saying much. Just small talk. Then we grabbed our food and walked out.

"You remember where the house is? Or need to follow me?" he asked nicely.

"How could I forget?" I joked, making the first reference to our last intimate meeting.

"Ha, for sure!" he laughed.

I was glad there was no awkwardness. It felt pretty natural like we were friends.

On the short drive, I considered calling Gwen and telling her I was going to hang out with Chris. I never made the call though. It was only a four- to five-minute drive.

I also wondered if maybe we would become friends. But, what about Gwen? Would he want to have sex with her again? Or us again?

Inside his house, we sat on the sofa and turned on the basketball game.

"You want another beer? I have some really good tequila. I make a mean tequila drink that's kind of like a margarita, but different," he offered.

"Sure, whatever you're having," I replied.

He was right, the drink was great and strong too. We guzzled two of them with our food before halftime. We talked about the game and had good guy banter, but didn't discuss anything else until halftime.

Once the game was at halftime leaving us nothing to discuss. An awkward silence struck the room. I'm sure we both noticed it.

"So, the other day when you and Gwen came over..." He trailed off, probably not sure what to say. "... Man, that was one of the best experiences I've had. Maybe ever!" he said, finally addressing the elephant in the room.

"Yeah, us too, I'm sure," I responded. "It was pretty awesome. First time for us doing... well, exactly that."

"Was it your first watching her with another guy? Or the first time you did stuff with another guy?" he asked for clarification.

"No, when we were younger, we ended up sleeping with our best friends. We had a thing going with them for about a year." I answered his first question, but not his second.

"Yeah, you sort of mentioned it that day. What all happened with that couple?" he probed for more info.

"Oh, everything I guess. It started with us trying to get the girls together, but we ended up with each other's wives first. We all fucked each other a lot. And the girls... whoa, they did everything you can think of. It was amazing!" I told him, probably revealing too much. I wasn't thinking about what I was saying, I was just nervously chatting.

"But when you came over the other week, was it the first time you did stuff with another guy?" he pursued, assuming it wasn't my first time.

"No. Months into it fooling around with that couple, the guy and I did a little bit, but it was just to give the girls a show. They asked us to do it. It was only a few seconds really." I downplayed that event and didn't mention any of my past bisexual experiences.

"Really? Nothing before you were married? Come on," he probed further.

I should have kept my mouth shut, but the tequila and nervousness of this conversation got the better of me.

"Yeah, I did some stuff before we were married, but never since. Except for the time I just told you." I still downplayed, but after I said it, I realized I had just told him something Gwen didn't know. She never asked me about it when we dated, so we've never spoken about my past sexual experiences with men.

"Well, you two seemed like quite a team in there. I hope something like that happens again. Your wife is super hot. Well done!" he said with a huge slap on my back.

"Yeah, she is, thank you. And since then, she's been on fire. That day really brought us out of a drought!" I told him.

"Man, I'm getting all worked up talking and thinking about it. I think I need to rub one out. Like right now!" he told me, sitting up and adjusting his crotch.

"That's cool, Chris. I can head out. I don't really care who wins the game anyway," I offered, leaning forward to get up off the sofa.

"No way man, don't leave," he told me, pulling me back into my seat. "I bet you're horny too. Let's both do it. Not like we haven't seen each other naked."

I really wasn't horny before we started talking about it. It was just two guys drinking and watching the game. I was really okay getting up and leaving.

"Umm, no, thanks. I don't do stuff like that without Gwen," I explained. I didn't think she'd like the idea of me doing anything sexual without her, and neither did I.

"Wait, you don't jerk off without Gwen there?" he questioned, either not understanding my meaning or finding the obvious flaw in my argument.

"No. When I jerk off, I'm by myself. But, I don't do sexual things with other people unless we're together," I explained.

"You're not. You're just jerking off. I just happen to be sitting next to you, also jerking off," he said as he opened a computer tablet and started tapping. It looked like he was opening an internet browser. I assumed he was going to watch some porn.

"I guess that's true. But it still might not sit well with her," I told him but without much resolve. I was starting to like the idea. I hadn't done this kind of thing in years. I always enjoyed it before, jerking off with a buddy while we watched porn.

"You think? Maybe she'd think it was hot. And it could be a good segue for us all to hook up again. Right?" he said while he brought up some videos on the tablet screen. It wasn't a porn site though.

He was right on both counts. Gwen would totally get turned on if I told her we masturbated together and it would probably lead to another threesome.

"I guess so, yeah," I replied, trying to check out what he was bringing up on the tablet. It looked like homemade videos of a couple having sex. He was scrolling through them until he found one he wanted. He tapped a few more times, and the video appeared on the big screen TV in front of us. It was a video of him and another woman.

"This is my ex. Well, me and my ex. She loved to make videos. I'll be right back. Gonna grab some stuff," he said, leaving the room.

I wasn't sure where he was going, but I didn't care once I started watching the homemade sex tape on the large-screen TV. It was of him holding his phone and filming his ex sucking his cock. He was talking dirty and there were slurping sounds of her mouth on him. His ex looked like quite a hot woman in the video. Dark hair, a perfect body, and probably around 30 years old.

He came back with a couple small towels and a bottle of lube. He started unbuttoning his pants and threw them off to the side. I couldn't help but steal a glance at his package again. Even though the video showed it it fully hard and being sucked on, I wanted to see it in person again.

He sat down and started lightly pulling at his meat. I tried to keep my eyes on the screen but stole a few more looks down, wanting to see it grow.

"Come on, don't leave me here by myself," he said smacking me on the side of the leg. "Take your pants off. There's lube if you want, and a towel."

I was still nervous and felt weird about this, but I did it anyway. I stood up and slipped my pants and underwear off, and sat back down. My dick was already halfway hard.

"Don't tell anyone I showed you these videos. Not that she would care. She loved making them and showing them to others," he laughed.

"No, of course," I lied, knowing I would tell Gwen as soon as I got home.

"We posted a lot of these with our faces blurred out. We also sent them to girls we had threesomes with," he continued, his hand now starting to stroke his cock harder, which had grown to about half-mast.

We sat in silence and watched for a while. He changed the video to one of him fucking her doggie style while he filmed from above. She was small and in amazing shape. One of his huge hands held her narrow hip, almost covering an entire ass cheek. Her pussy lips looked to barely accommodate his thickness.

"Here, help me get all the way hard," he said, reaching over to my left hand and pulling it onto his cock. He didn't ask me to do it, he told me to do it. He sounded dominant again. Which made me the sub, a role I've never played, except with him that one time.

We were just supposed to jack off while we watched porn, not touch each other. But when my hand felt the warm flesh of his cock, I instinctively wrapped my fingers around him and lightly stroked up and down.

My right hand was still on my own already throbbing rock-hard member. I stroked us both in unison. His eyes were glued to the TV, but mine wandered from the seductive video and watched my hand stroking him. I wanted to do it good and get him fully hard.

I hadn't played with another guy like this in over 20 years, but I had quite a few jerk sessions with buddies before I was married. I was reliving my younger days and very much enjoying it.

My fingers went down to his nut sack. I progressed from light touches to hard squeezes, making him sigh and lightly moan. My right hand betrayed me and I stopped paying attention to my own cock, putting all my focus on his. I reached my right hand over to his balls, while my left went back to stroking him.

He was much longer and thicker than me. I was jealous of his large, thick cock. I felt more desire to please his cock than if it was a smaller one. I wondered if women felt the same way. When they were with a man who had a large cock, were they more inclined to want please him sexually than if he was smaller?

"Oh fuck dude, I need your mouth," he blurted out, simultaneously reaching his hand behind my neck and pulling my head down me toward his cock. I could have put up some resistance, but I didn't. I wanted to suck him, and he probably knew that.

My body was easily leaned over his lap and my lips parted to invite his cock head into my mouth.

I stopped an inch above his cock head, before opening my mouth for him again, and I stroked hard and fast with my hand. I squeezed the head, hoping to see a glimpse of precum. When I saw the shiny proof I was doing a good job, I sucked on just the head at first, enjoying the taste of his first small offering.

As I continued moving my mouth farther down his cock, my right hand continued to massage his balls. I tried to watch the video while I serviced him. I should have been thinking of Gwen and stopped all of this and left his house, but all I could think about was giving a blowjob and nothing else.

He leaned forward reaching for the tablet, trapping my head between his torso and thighs. He didn't bother to let me up while he picked up the device; I was just stuck there with his cock buried in my mouth. It felt uncomfortable and degrading, but he didn't seem to care. I don't know why I enjoyed that, but I did. Maybe he was enjoying my talents so much that he didn't want me to stop sucking him, or perhaps he was showing his dominance once again.

As he was tapping and swiping the tablet, I kept slurping and sucking his nice, big cock. My mouth was strained to get around his thick shaft. It was the biggest cock I’d ever played with.

The video stopped playing on the big screen TV. I figured he was looking for a new video to watch, but I didn't really care. I was enjoying his impressive cock, licking up and down, squeezing his balls, doing anything I could to give him a great blowjob.

Then he tapped me on the head and pulled me back, removing me from his lap. I wondered why he stopped me. Was he going to change positions, or tell me to get on my knees in front of him? I awaited his next move, but all he did was place the tablet back on the table in front of us.

As he set the tablet on the coffee table in front of our seats, he started adjusting the angle of the screen. My position before wasn't very comfortable, so I climbed on my knees next to him on the sofa. I was anxiously waiting for him to lean back so I could get my mouth back to his hard cock.

He leaned back and I dove straight down to him without a word. I don't know why I was so hungry for his cock, but I was. I didn't hide it either. I started immediately sucking and stroking him again, even moaning in pleasure as I blew him.

After just a few seconds I looked to see what he was watching on the tablet screen. It wasn't a porn movie or video he made. He turned on the camera! The screen was displaying a video of me sucking his fat dick!

I stopped and shot up off of his lap.

"Hey, what are you doing? You can't film this!" I exclaimed.

"No, I'm not filming. It's just on camera mode so we can watch. It's not recording anything, I promise. Look, see the red button right here? I'd have to tap that to record. Really!" he explained.

"OK. Just no videos! I can't have a video of me doing... this," I expressed.

"I wouldn't film anything unless you wanted me to, Jeff. That wouldn't be cool," he continued. I tried to calm down, but my heart was suddenly pounding, like when a cop pulls you over in your car.

"I bet you'll like watching. It's like seeing yourself in a porn movie. Have you ever seen yourself sucking cock? You will like it," he persuaded.

"Yeah, I did a long time ago, but in a mirror, not on video. Because videos can get lost, and seen by other people. Or posted online in these days!" I told him.

I didn't realize until after I said it, but I had divulged more about my past bisexual experiences to him. Things that Gwen didn't know.  

"Yeah, mirrors are fun too. This is the same thing. Come on, I'm getting soft," he said, again pulling me down to his crotch by my neck. Again, I didn't resist.

I grabbed his balls and the base of his cock, which had reduced about half in size. I looked at the tablet screen. My head dropped down and entered the screen from above, directly over his cock. He was right, it looked like a porn movie starring yours truly. To be more accurate, it looked like me in a gay porn movie. It was dirty and taboo and turned me on even more.

My hand continued to stroke him. I didn't suck him into my mouth though. My tongue licked circles around his head and I watched myself on the screen. Then I lightly licked the sensitive skin below the head.

I watched the video screen, my eyes glued as his shaft disappeared into my mouth, just like Gwen does with mine. I loved watching the obscene act.

I was on my hands and knees like a girl would be if she were being fucked doggie style.

Having been fucked twice by guys in the past, I liked getting on my knees with my ass in the air when I licked Gwen's pussy. I fantasized about being fucked in the ass while I licked her. But I felt very exposed this time with just another guy in the room.

"Fuck yeah, suck my cock. I bet Gwen would love to be here watching you take it down your throat," Chris said as he pushed my head down forcing me to deep-throat him. "I can't wait to fuck her tight pussy again man. Do you talk about me when you're fucking her?"

"Mmm, hmm," I responded, never removing him from my hungry mouth.

Chris's big hand reached around and grabbed one of my ass cheeks and squeezed it hard. I flinched, starting to pull off his cock. He placed his other hand on my head, not allowing me to stop.

"It's okay, keep sucking me. Watch yourself in the video you little cocksucker," he taunted me. This was new territory. Although I loved dirty talk with Gwen at home, I never thought about being called a cocksucker by another man.

I went back to sucking him and watched me please and service his big, long cock on the screen. I knew I enjoyed sucking cock, but watching me actually do it was even better. I licked all over the head while I stroked him with my hand. If he would have cum right then, his cum would have covered my mouth and face like a perfect porn money shot!

Smack.

I suddenly felt the sting of Chris's palm slap my ass cheek. I reacted with a muffled yelp since my mouth was full of man meat. I looked at the screen again.

Smack.

Another ass slap, harder this time, making my body jump and whimper even louder but still muffled by his cock, which was now in the back of my throat. I didn't know I would like being spanked while I sucked cock. Again, all new territory.

This was new to me. All the experiences in my past were mutual handjobs and blowjobs. Nothing like this. If Gwen smacked my ass while I ate her pussy, I think I would like that too.

I started using my mouth and hand together on his throbbing cock. It was time to make cum. His body started twitching. He was getting close.

"Oh yeah, oh yeah. Do it," he said low and breathy.

Smack.  

"Mmm!" I responded, now feeling his cock pulse and twitch along with his body.

Smack. 

He kept spanking my ass. Then his hand grabbed my hair, pulling my mouth off his cock, but leaving my face directly over his swollen, purple head.

"Open your mouth," he ordered in a deep breath. I knew what he wanted.

The screen view was a perfect view of my open mouth an inch over his twitching cock. He could shoot his cum all over my mouth and face, or shove my head back down and unload down my throat. He was in total control.

I liked it more than I thought I would. I was totally getting off on it. Watching myself do this on the video screen was so dirty. My own cock was throbbing.

I felt the veins pulse in my hand and knew it was about to happen.

He groaned and I watched a long spurt of cum shoot into my open mouth. My senses were so overloaded that I don't remember feeling it in my mouth, but just seeing it happen on the screen and hearing his groans.

Another equally long stream erupted from his slit, again disappearing into my mouth. Then a third, slightly smaller rope of his seed.

In the video, I could see the white cum start to drip back out of my mouth. It was the first time I remember actually feeling or tasting the load he was shooting into my mouth.

I wrapped my lips around his cock to keep the cum from dripping out and tried to swallow. My slutty, cock sucking mouth wanted to swallow every drop. Then I went as far down as I could, pushing his head down into my throat. His thick and pulsing cock twitched as I felt warm spurts fire down my throat. I could still taste what I had not swallowed from the first three shots in my mouth.

I watched the video screen as I hungrily and happily swallowed his load. I felt and acted like a porn star or cock hungry young woman. It was the most surreal and dizzying moment I could remember, at least since the threesome.

When I couldn't feel any more spurts down my throat, I lifted my head, still looking at the video screen. His cock had streaks of cum along the shaft I wasn't able to swallow. I couldn't resist licking it off his rod, completing the porn movie scene. I stared at the camera and looked at the cum on my tongue. I couldn't believe what a hungry cock sucker I had become.

Once I had removed and swallowed all evidence of my lude act. I sat up and looked at Chris. His eyes were glassy and he was breathing heavily. I was glad to have given a good blowjob.

My own cock was dripping with precum.

"I need to cum. Right now," I said, hoping he would at least stroke it a few times, which was all it would take to finish me off.

"Go ahead. There's a towel," was all I got back from him.

I wrapped my hand around the base of my cock, and started pulling up and down. It felt smaller than usual after handing Chris's big meat. Once my hand made it to the top and the precum acted as lubricant, I was already starting to cum.

He just glanced over and watched. I had a huge orgasm into a towel.

"Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!" I grunted out.

"Whew. Oh man, I needed that," he said getting up and starting to dress.

"Yeah, me too. I'm really not supposed to be doing anything like this without Gwen though. Not sure how I'm gonna handle that," I admitted, already feeling guilty.

"Sorry, I wasn't planning it either. It just happened. Let me know if we need to keep it a secret," he offered.

"Okay, I'll let you know. Thanks," I said.

"Next time, let's make it all three of us again," he laughed as we finished getting dressed.

I said my goodbyes and headed out. I worried the whole drive home about what to tell Gwen. Deep down, I knew I would tell her though. I just hoped she would be turned on and okay with it.