Michael and I were college roommates a bunch of years ago. We roomed together. We studied together. We partied together. And once, after several drinks, and possibly a little weed, we had a brief episode that unexpectedly resulted in us having sex together.
That was then, and this is several years later when we are both happily married and busy working on building a successful career fueled by each of our accounting degrees. Michael was a senior accountant for a mid-sized hospitality company, while I was a controller for a small manufacturer.
Michael was married to a sweet gal he met while attending college and they were extremely happy to be the proud parents of two young kids, a boy and a girl. My wife, Sally, and I met when we were both interns at a local CPA firm and had decided to postpone the family building until we were a little more financially stable.
Michael had called a few days ago to announce his company would be sending him to a three-day conference to be held in the city where I lived. Since Michael lived several hundred miles away, and consequently we had not seen each other in quite a while, we were excited to be able to get together and relive some of our favorite college memories.
Michael’s conference was Wednesday through Friday so we decided he should stay Saturday and Sunday and hang out at our place. Sally normally spent Friday evenings hanging with friends from her work. There was a locally owned watering hole near her office that attracted a robust crowd of young professionals every evening but Fridays were especially popular.
That left Michael and me to our own devices, and since his conference ended at three o’clock Friday afternoon, we were well on the way to our legal blood alcohol levels by six. We decided to head home while we still felt sober enough to drive (although a breathalyzer would probably have disagreed).
When we arrived at our home in the suburbs, it only seemed logical to keep drinking to keep the stories flowing. It also made sense to adjourn to the hot tub on the patio outside our master bedroom. Michael’s objection that he had no bathing suit was quickly overridden by our longstanding house rule of “No Suits Allowed”.
It was probably inevitable that eventually, with the encouragement of many drinks and shots that “the night of the blow jobs” would be revisited. We both admitted that the night we got drunk and took turns sucking each other’s cocks was a first for both of us and neither of us had experienced a craving to do it again… till now!
“Here’s the deal,” I offered. “Sally is not going to be home for another two or three hours. We could slip into the bedroom, towel off and re-enact the scene and no one would ever know.”
Michael, however, remembered the other key part of the scene. “Do you recall there was some mutual spanking involved in our little adventure?”
I remembered but wasn’t sure if I was going to bring it up. But if he wanted to, I was certainly game. “I do recall that each of us ended up with a huge pink patch on each buttcheek that was still a little sore the next morning,” I replied. “Remarkably, I have a paddle that Sally and I occasionally use if you want to be a stickler for authenticity in the recreation of our naughty episode.”
“No use doing it if we don’t do it right,” he said. “Let’s go for it!”
I think we both probably noticed that we each had the beginnings of a usable boner as we climbed out of the hot tub; at least I did.
We got out of the tub, turned off the jets and headed back into the bedroom. After we toweled off, I dug in the closet for the paddle. My wife and I had used it several times over the years, but it had never become a regular part of our sexual activity. Sally had always been the aggressor and innovator in our sexual life, always game for anything. She enjoyed the paddle more than I, but then I was normally on the receiving end.
When I returned, Michael was standing at the end of the bed, naked, with his hands behind his back and his legs apart. I took that as a signal that the fun was about to begin. I knelt in front of him and began to gently caress his cock and fondle his balls. His entire package was very neatly manicured. He’d obviously had a Brozilian very recently.
His eyes were closed as I knelt before him and watched as his member grew steadily with my gentle ministrations. As I licked around his circumcised head, and his cock grew to what I was sure was its full size, I took as much as I possibly could in my mouth.
“How do women do this?” I thought. Before I got three quarters of his length to the back of my throat, my gag reflex prevented any further penetration. I began to stroke his cock with my hand to complement the inadequacies of my oral cavity. Apparently, this technique was working, as he started to quietly moan and gently pump his hips in time with my head bobbing up and down on his engorged member.
Then more urgency. Faster pumping and louder moans. Surely he was about to cum in my mouth. He grabbed his cock, replacing my hand with his. Then, with his ability to control the tempo, within seconds he sent a hot load of cum into my mouth and down my throat. I swallowed it all as fast as I could and managed to accept it all without choking.
I felt it would be only good manners to clean up afterwards, so after giving him a minute to catch his breath, I licked the remnants of his cum off the length of his penis. When I ran my tongue around the head of his cock his knees buckled and for a second, I thought he was going to hit the floor.
“Whoa!” he cried. “Give me a minute to come down from that orgasm. That area is super sensitive right now.” Being familiar with the sensation, I decided maybe it was time to take a break. Maybe I should get us another drink.
I had just put my drink down when Michael approached me from behind. He gently ran his fingers over my neck, shoulders and back, creating a large field of goosebumps over that area and beyond. His hand slid down my spine to the bottom of my buttocks. Then I felt a finger lightly tracing a line up my buttcrack, creating a definite stirring in my loins.
He moved to my side and grabbed my balls, surprisingly with a fairly tight grip. With his other hand he spanked my ass, suddenly, sharply. “Well, this might be interesting,” I thought.
He continued to spank me and caress my balls for what seemed to be a long time but was probably less than a few minutes. He sank to his knees and moved around in front of me. He lifted my rigid cock and inspected my balls, then slowly put my cock in his mouth. Deeper and deeper he sucked my cock and I could immediately tell that it was not going to be long before I would shoot my load. He sucked me slowly and deeply until I could not hold back any longer.
My orgasm, being the culmination of several days of seminal abstinence, exploded in Vesuvius-like fashion and deposited a hot load deep into Michael’s mouth. He swallowed as best he could and gently continued a slow caressing of my member with his lips and tongue.
As we both were coming down from the heights of sexual arousal, we were panicked by the sound of footsteps coming down the hall towards our bedroom. My wife entered the room with a huge smile that quickly turned to shock as she processed the scene of her naked husband with his cock in the mouth of his best friend.
“What the fuck are you two doing?” she cried, as the significance of the situation became apparent. “I don’t mind the scene so much. In fact, it kinda turns me on, but the fact that you two would sneak around behind my back takes it into the realm of a punishable offense.
“I see you have the old paddle out so you must be expecting me to use it. Well, I will be only too happy to oblige.”
She grabbed the paddle and used it as a pointer in her instructions to guide us to stand side by side facing the end of the bed. “I want you to bend at the waist and each of you put your palms and forehead flat on the bed. I want your ass way in the air so I will have a nice easy target.”
It seemed like a reasonable request that would definitely elevate this adventure to new and exciting heights. We both gave a sideways glance to the other followed by a gentle nod to signify, “I’m in. Let’s do this.”
Smack! The sound shattered the quiet of the room. Then another, and another and another! With each spank she alternated between Michael and me. Some were on the left cheek, some were on the right, and some landed on both, but they all hurt like Hell! On and on, she continued until she probably gave us about 50 strokes apiece. Our butts were beyond pink and into deep red, and I think I could speak for Michael when I say our asses were approaching our pain tolerance limit.
“Don’t move,” she yelled and left the room. We did not know where or why she was leaving but were extremely thankful for the break.
She was only gone for a minute and when we looked around, she was standing behind us, hands on hips and totally naked.
“Now it’s my turn to join this little party!” she pronounced. She lay on her back on the bed and grabbed Michael’s cock. “Get this thing hard again and fuck me! Now!”
Michael turned to me, “Dude, are you OK with this? I would love to do this to keep the party going, but only if you are all in.”
“Well, obviously Sally is up for it, so far be it for me to be the party pooper. Go for it!”
Obviously, he had enough recovery time as it only took a few seconds of Michael gently stroking himself as he stared down at Sally’s inviting pussy for him to produce respectable hard-on.
Knees up, Sally spread her legs and Michael eagerly climbed aboard.
I was content to just watch at this point. Sally and I had often fantasized about me watching her with another guy but quite frankly were resigned to thinking it would always be just a fantasy. “How could we ever arrange something as exotic as that?” we thought.
Although I was eager to experience this new adventure, I wasn’t sure how I was going to react to seeing the woman I loved getting fucked by another guy. I think the fact it was Michael, who was my good friend and married and therefore posed no threat of romantic interest in Sally, that allowed me to view the scene without serious emotional attachment. Further evidence was provided by the fact I was obviously getting hard…and harder.
“Get the paddle,” Sally instructed me. “I think you know what to do with it!”
There was really only one thing to do with it: spank Michael’s ass! Even though his butt still had a rosy glow to it from Sally’s earlier spankfest, I knew Michael was not going to object as long as I kept the intensity within reason.
Sally and I had bought the paddle a few years ago when we were going through one of our “try something different” phases. It was about 16 inches long and made of a lightweight wood. There were 6 small holes in the business end of the paddle that supposedly allowed a higher velocity of the downstroke and provided a sharp sting at point of impact. Surprisingly, we chose it from a wide select on Amazon, of all places.
I grabbed the handle of the paddle and applied one fairly easy stroke to Michael’s ass. Then twice, then three times, a little harder each time. The fact it was a moving target did not seem to distract from the quality of the strokes or Michael’s enjoyment of them. In fact, I think he was loving it! My guess was that Sally would not be complaining about the added intensity, either.
I could tell by the recognizable noises Sally was making that she was approaching climax. “Don’t you dare cum in me!” she cried. “When you are ready, pull out and cum on my belly, my tits or my face; just not in me!”
He pumped. I paddled. She moaned. As near as I could tell, they were both close to orgasm.
“I’m cumming!” she screamed. “Oh God!” she cried. “Don’t stop, don’t stop! I am cumming! Oh, God, that was fantastic!”
Just as Sally was coming down from the peak of her orgasm, Michael pulled out and began pumping his cock furiously. Within seconds, he came. A lot. On her tits.
“The two of you get down here and lick that up! Every drop!” she ordered. We did. She loved it. So did we.
All three of us were spent! We napped. No, that’s not true. We meant to nap, but effects of several hours of drinking combined with a rousing bout of exhausting sexual maneuvering caused us to sleep through the night, the three of us snuggling in our king-sized bed.
An amazing adventure, for sure. But what would tomorrow bring when clear heads reviewed the previous night’s activities?
