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Continuing the MMF theme with the wife, today's post is all about her looking out for me.

Her boyfriend comes over and they start going at it in the shower. While he is pounding her sweet pussy from behind, she broaches the subject of me joining them, with the promise that he could get another hole to fuck - if he so chooses.

I'm hoping he says yes, and that he also lets me suck her juices off his cock before the bends me over and thrusts himself into me.

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[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]After eating my wife silly and, at her request, filling her pussy with cum, I sat and thought about my neighbor’s ass, which I’d gotten a good look at when he had bent over to pick up his discarded clothes. I remembered what it felt like to be inside him and how he reacted and, of course, I thought about his... short but delightful moment he spent in my ass.

Did I really want to feel all of his dick in me? It’s not “too big” but he’s got some girth and I had to admit that when he was pushing his dick into me, his foreskin did make it feel... interesting as the head slid in even though he came not too long after that. I “reconfirmed”with myself that it was okay that he didn’t last long and, honestly, I hadn’t expected him to and I could feel the smile on my face when I recalled that I was quite pleased that he was able to stay hard enough to at least get the head fully in me - some guys can miss the boat and not stay hard enough to achieve penetration.

I sighed to myself; I didn’t feel that close to him, it in the way I’d want to in order to make him fucking me part of the routine and while I was impressed with how well he took me in his ass, I also had to respect that, at least for now, he said that he’d rather be fucked than to be the one doing the fucking.

I sighed again and decided to table the whole thing in my mind - if it happens, it just happens. As I thought about things, my phone chirped with a message and I knew who it was from; I just looked at it and smiled at the message that said, “Brother, I can’t thank you enough for changing my life.”[/SIZE][/FONT]

[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]He kept me in his mouth until I was completely soft and for a moment, I thought he wasn't going to let go of me - but that fleeting thought had me write myself another mental note that the next time we did this, I was going to do one of my favorite things to do: Get him off and keep right on going until he gave up his spunk again; that's gonna be interesting to see how he reacts to it.

He let go of me and slowly got up so he could sit beside me on the sofa; we're both breathing hard and smiling at each other and he asked if I thought he was getting better at sucking dick and I honestly told him that he was and that I was even proud of how well he sucked me and how well he's taken to sucking dick to begin with.

"After our last time, it was all I've been thinking about, brother," he said. "I've had some time to really think about why you like doing this so much and, um, well, ah, I really like this better than that other thing even though I don't think I'd really have a problem with you fucking me."

"I understand," I said. "But it's like I said the last time - we don't have to fuck if you really don't want to and I don't want you to get it into your head that you have to offer up your ass to be fucked and out of some sense of obligation. I'm quite happy for us to just suck each other off but it's okay if one or both of us want to change it up and want to be fucked; lord only knows how many times that wasn't on the table and in the middle of things I've changed my mind so, yeah - you're allowed to change your mind."

"Okay, brother," he said. He got up and started looking for his clothes and I took that moment to grab my stuff and get redressed, too. Once dressed, we said our goodbyes for now and I went home.

My wife asked, "How was it?"

"It was fine," I said. "If he keeps at it, he's going to be very good at sucking dick."

"Well, can I say that he has a good teacher?" she asked.

"You can say that," I said with a shrug. "Now I'm in the mood to eat some pussy, you know, if you don't mind..."

She didn't mind at all...[/SIZE][/FONT]

[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]"Ease up on the salt - I got you, brother," he said. "Damn, you are so good at that!"

"I should be," I said - and not to him for the first time. "I've been doing this for a very, very long time."

"Sit back," he said and even gave me a little push at that.

I did as he asked and made room for him to make himself comfortable between my legs and, wow, he wasn't "playing around" this time! My erection had backed off some and it made it easy for him to swoop down and take almost all of me into his mouth; he gagged just a bit and all I said was, "Easy... breath through your nose..." which he did and I could tell that my full erection returning was giving him a little trouble but I was impressed that he still tried to keep all of me in his mouth but he eventually eased up and went to work on me.

It was so good and I could tell that he'd learned a few things from our other times together; he was a little rough but nothing I couldn't handle and he even surprised me when he stopped sucking my dick and spent a few seconds sucking on my balls! Well, that was new for him! He went back to sucking me and I could feel his urgency increasing as he licked and sucked on the head of my dick. It was so good and while I wasn't really trying to hold anything back, I was content to just let it happen.

And then, it did; my dick swelled so fast it actually kind hurt a little and I heard myself say, "Fuck..." as I started to cum... and the feelings were highly intense and not just because he did such a magnificent job of sucking me. You see, years ago, when I had a stroke, it left me disabled and "diminished" on my right side but it also did some shit to the way I feel things and not just on my right side; busting a nut now felt like the very first time I busted a nut - and I can't describe how intense it feels but, yeah, it feels like I'm gonna die any second now and even though it's been over ten years since the stroke happened, I still haven't gotten used to how fucking intense it feels when I cum but I will say that I probably wouldn't wish that level of intensity on my worst enemy.[/SIZE][/FONT]

[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]"Step on over here," I said and when he did, I reached for his dick, gave it a couple of tugs - and got a huge drop of pre-cum to appear - then without further ado, swallowed him whole. I heard him gasp, felt his body shudder and I instinctively grabbed his ass to hold him steady...

And started working his dick over. While fondling his balls, I was making up my mind if I wanted to "bum rush" him and get him to cum as fast as I could or if I wanted to take my time and stretch things out... but he had other ideas; he put his hands on my shoulders and started gently fucking into my mouth and in time with me sucking him and I thought, okay - it's like that, is it?

As I sucked him, I looked up at him every so often; sometimes I'd find him looking down at his dick in my mouth, sometimes his eyes would be closed and looking like he was concentrating on something while licking his lips. He's oozing a lot of pre-cum into my mouth and it was a bit more salty than it was the last time... which almost had me laughing since my doctor told me years ago to cut back on my salt consumption - but I didn't laugh and kept at it. His balls are huge but I have big hands and I can still palm a basketball so holding his nuts in one hand while playing with them is easy.

He's mumbling to himself and I look up for a moment and see that he's sweating like it's summertime; he's got one hand under his shirt and playing with his nipples and I wrote a mental note to myself to remind me that, next time, I gotta get my mouth on his nipples and see how he likes having them sucked. My dick is hard but I'm not really paying attention to it since once I get him to flood my mouth with his cum, it's going to get all the attention it needs.

We're about, oh, six minutes in and while I was content to go at his pace, I wasn't "satisfied" with just tasting all that pre-cum he was oozing; it was time for him to bust his nuts wide open in my mouth so I could feed on his cum so I picked up the pace, taking him deep over and over and feeling those little tremors running along his shaft.

He gasped at the same moment I felt his cock get bigger in my mouth and took him deep one last time - then silently "cried out" in my head to feel his cock pumping his load and I only had to swallow just a little to make sure none of his cum went the wrong way. He's cussing and calling out for Christ - that always makes me want to bust out laughing - and his legs are very shaky but his hands are still on my shoulder and I had grabbed his ass to hold him in place when I went deep on him that last time.

He's done shooting his load and because I took it deep, I didn't know - or cared - how big of a load it was and that far back, I didn't really taste it but as I slowly started to let go of him, I could taste what little spunk didn't find its way into my stomach and his spunk was even a bit more saltier than his pre-cum was.

"You should lay off the salt, brother," I said once I had let his cock slip out of my mouth and, as always, I felt a moment of... sadness because his cock was back to being soft and his knob hiding behind his foreskin once more.[/SIZE][/FONT]

[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]So, as it turns out, I didn't have to wait very long for my neighbor to want to get together again... but I really didn't think the wait would be all that lengthy. One of the things I've always loved about giving a guy his first M2M experience is how many of them will initially... experiment with whatever they have in mind and once they take a moment to assess things, they're either going to be over the hill and back for more of whatever they decided was their most enjoyable thing or they kinda sit back and mull it over and, sometimes, they want to do more but are kinda "afraid" to be the one to start it up and usually because they don't want to appear to be excited or "needy" and I can understand that.

Our governor put the stay-at-home restrictions back in place but I had to go out to pick up my refilled prescriptions and to drop some stuff off to be mailed; when I left to run my errands, I noticed that his SUV was in its usual parking space and I noted that he probably got grounded due to the restrictions - again - and didn't think much more about it. I do what I had to do and came home but as I got of out the car, I looked up and there he was and even though he was wearing a mask, I could tell that he was smiling.

"Brother, do you have a few minutes?" he asked.

"Sure, what's up?" I asked.

"Well, I was wondering...," he began and I knew what he was wondering about.

"Gimme a moment to put this stuff up and I'll be right up," I said.

Under his mask, his smile grew bigger and for a guy his size - and a guy who had a knee operation early this year, he sure could move pretty fast!

I handed off the stuff I went out for and told my wife that I'll be back in a few and that I was going upstairs; she just nodded because she knew there was only one reason I'd make that hike up to the third floor.

"Have fun," she said.

I just nodded and made the trip to the third floor. I barely finished knocking on the door before it flew open and he waved me inside and closed and re-locked the door.

"So," I said, taking off my coat and hat. "It's that time, huh?"

"Yeah, brother, I hate to bother you like this but, damn - you don't know how much this helps me... but maybe you do know, huh?" he said.

"I do know and it's okay," I said. On the one hand, I can't say that I was... mentally prepared for this but I've prided myself for being able to go from not thinking about sucking a dick to being raring to go in a matter of seconds; to me, it's like shifting gears.

"Is here good for you?" he asked - and I know he asked because going to his bedroom for this would seem inappropriate.

"Just waiting on you, brother," I said as I stood up and went through the small hassle of getting out of my "Farmer John" bib overall jeans and my underwear. Again, for a big guy, he sure can move quickly; I had barely gotten my stuff folded and set aside and saw that he was already naked from the waist down, his dick already hard and his knob free of his foreskin.[/SIZE][/FONT]

Today's post is about the moment when the other guy is about to cum. His big fat cock is buried in my wife's pussy, so she asks me if I want to suck him to completion and take his cum directly in my mouth, or if I want him to cum in her pussy.

Hmm... I think I'll let him cum in her pussy. I love fucking a slick, cum-filled cunt and feeling the other guy's cum all over my cock and oozing out to coat my balls and stomach. Then adding my own cream to really fill her up so I can clean up the whole big sticky mess with my tongue, and finally make her cum too.

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Continuing to share my bi fantasies in pictures & captions.

Today's fantasy revolves around a MMF threesome with my wife and another guy. We just finished fucking her pussy raw and shooting our loads in her mouth, when the other guy says he's ready to go again and asks me if I want to service him. My wife is satisfied (and exhausted), so she tells me to enjoy myself.

I think I would totally suck the guy's dick and get him really hard again, and then bend over so he can fuck me from behind while my wife watches.

Would you do anything differently?
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