It wasn’t warm in the room, but we were covered with a sheen of sweat from our exertions. I was buried deep within Mrs. D, grinding my pubic hair against her clit. Her legs were wrapped around my waist, heels pulling against my butt, urging me to go harder. The room was filled with her moans, my grunts, the squishy sounds from her nether regions, and the scent of her passion.
“What the fuck?” in a voice I recognized immediately. We jumped.
“Oh, shit!” Mrs. D exclaimed.
Looking over I saw Bob standing in the doorway, eyes like saucers, mouth hanging open, hand to chest like he did when his heart was acting weird. Guess we needed to start locking the door when we were fucking. We were on top of the sheets so there was no way for either of us to cover up. I slipped off to my left to put me between her and Bob and lay on my right side with her behind me. She spooned against me, effectively hiding everything of any real consequence.
“I might ask you the same thing,” I said in an annoyed and put-upon tone. “Why aren’t you at work?” Instinct had kicked in with the goal of controlling this most awkward situation. In truth, I had wondered if she’d be open to Bob joining us but hadn’t been able to figure out how to bring it up. Mrs. D’s daughter was my girlfriend, but Mrs. D and I had been screwing for a few months. She was at her sexual peak and needed release but didn’t do one-night stands, and serious relationship prospects were non-existent in her circles.
“The boss’s son wanted some extra time. You know how that goes.” His boss was an ass. To him, employees were tools, and cheap ones at that. I’d wished he could find a better job, but those prospects were about as limited as Mrs. D’s were for a relationship. Small town life.
“I’m … I’m … I’m sorry, I should go,” Bob stammered. His face was so red he could have subbed for a traffic light and so flustered I almost laughed. He walked out of sight and I made a quick decision.
“Bob. Come here,” I called. I heard some shuffling on the living room carpet, then Bob slowly stuck his head around the door frame. “Join us.” I’d thought his eyes were big before.
“What?” Mrs. D slapped me on the shoulder blade. I slid away from her right to the very edge of the mattress and rolled over toward her. Bob had a clear view for a few moments. She was so shocked she apparently didn’t think of that because she made no effort to cover her assets. Her eyes were as big as Bob’s.
“You don’t like the idea? You get double the pleasure and you have a back-up for when I can’t be here.” Fuck, I was really reaching. Truth was, I could use some help with her. Fucking her, then going out and fucking her daughter while making sure the daughter never found out was getting old, believe it or not. Bob had been between girlfriends for some time and I knew he could use some ass. Mrs. D would get more dick. Win-win-win.
“Jesus Christ, Steve. That’s fucked up.” Mrs. D rolled over onto her back with her hand over her eyes, now fully exposed to Bob’s view. I couldn’t figure out if she’d forgotten about him or was enticing him while dealing with some old-school issues. I looked back to Bob. He had moved fully into the doorway and a tent was forming in his pants. OK, he was game. I turned back to Mrs. D, placed my hand flat on her belly, and waited, refraining from checking her crotch to see if she was still wet. Her nipples were still hard and that was a good sign.
After what seemed like a few minutes, but I’m sure was much quicker than that, she let out a deep sigh, removed her hand, and looked at Bob. I saw her gaze drop to his crotch, then back to his face. “Marsha can never know. OK?” I looked over at him and could swear a bit of color drained from his face. All he could do was nod. “Well, get those clothes off and come here.”
I know neither Bob nor myself had ever been in a threesome. I didn’t know if she had, but she seemed to be taking charge, so I was good with that. Bob hesitated for a moment, then nervously began undressing, an act which gained speed and urgency quickly. He was soon standing at the foot of the bed, naked with a raging boner. Fuck, he was bigger than I would have thought. Bigger than me, and not by just a little. Bob was not as tall as me and weighed about 30 lbs. less. He wasn’t athletic because of a birth defect that caused him to be short a couple of ribs on the left side. That was also the cause of some heart flutters he experienced occasionally when stressed, which was why he would hold his hand to his chest. Nothing life-threatening according to him, just uncomfortable when it happened.
Mrs. D’s eyes were locked on his dick and I heard her breathing quicken. I wondered if he might end up replacing me rather than helping me. Honestly, by then I’d be okay with that. I slipped my fingers between her thighs and her legs spread to allow access. That opened her fully to Bob’s view. Sweet Jesus, she was still soaking wet. I coated a couple of fingers with her nectar and sucked them clean. “She’s like honey, Bob. Try her.”
Bob had been mesmerized by seeing her pussy for the first time, but that broke the spell. He lay down across the foot of the bed and dropped his mouth to her labia. “Oh, fuck,” she exclaimed as his tongue found her clit. A jerk went through her, her knees came up, and her fingers grabbed his hair to pull him tighter to her. He placed his hands on the insides of her thighs, pressing her legs further open and back, tilting her pussy into his mouth. A shudder went through her.
Oh, fuck! I thought of something. Jumping up (I swear neither of them noticed) I went to the front door and locked it. On the way back to the bedroom I heard Mrs. D cry out, “Gaah, fuck, aahh.” Entering the room, I saw her hips bucking against Bob’s mouth, her face contorted in orgasm. Well done, Bob. Her eyes were squeezed shut but her mouth was open so I crawled onto the bed and slipped my dick into it. “Mmmmph,” came from her as I fed in my cock, just hitting the back of her throat. The few times I’d cum in her mouth she’d swallowed. My imagination went to her swallowing us both … together. Shit, that almost put me over the top and I pulled my dick free before I did.
She was obviously in no condition to be running any show now, so I had an idea. “Fuck her, Bob. Fuck the shit out of her. She’s wide open for you and I swear you’ve never had a fuck like her before.” Bob looked up from her crotch. His nose, mouth, chin and part of his cheeks were soaked in her juice. As he moved up between her legs I said, “Kiss her. See what she does.” I was enjoying this.
When Bob was in position two things happened. First, Mrs. D grabbed him behind the head with her left hand, pulling him down so she could clean herself from his lips and chin before shoving her tongue into his mouth. Second, she grasped his cock with her right hand and lined the head up with her woman’s well. He paused, focused on the attention she was giving his face and mouth. She broke the kiss. “Sweet Jesus, put that thing in me,” she demanded.
Bob began sliding into her, apparently not fast enough to suit her. Remember, she was about to climax on my dick when he walked in. She’d had some orgasms that day, but none while filled. Her frustration was becoming palatable. “Fuck,” she exclaimed. “Fuck me!” With that she wrapped her legs around his waist and yanked herself up to him, impaling herself on him fully. “Guahh, fuck that’s good. God, you fill me so good. Fuck me. Fuck me hard and fast. Goddamn your dick is big. FUCK ME!”
Still fully in her, he drove her down into the mattress with enough force that it sounded like he pushed the air out of her. WTF? He’s a little guy. She relaxed her leg grip on his waist as he lifted, pulling out until just the head was in, then drove back down into her. She grunted like she’d been hit in the stomach. He lifted himself onto his outstretched arms and began driving into her, faster and harder with each stroke. Every time he bottomed, he pushed her slightly up in the bed and it sent her tits flopping wildly. After about a dozen thrusts her head bumped the wall and she put her hands against it to stop that motion. He never let up and she never tried to slow his attack.
It was incredible watching them fuck as I sat on the bed next to them. Again, the room was filled with their grunts and moans, the slapping of flesh together, the squishiness of her pussy being hammered, and the scent of her heat. I began slowly stroking my dick, not to get off, but because what I was seeing was so hot it just wanted some attention.
Faintly at first, she began making a trembling squeaky sound every time he entered her. As it gained in volume, she began moving her head side to side as her fingernails tried to dig into the headboard. That sound was new to me. Bob was bringing something out of her I never had, probably because of his size. It dawned on me that she was building to a climax like I’d not seen yet. I was surprised that fact didn’t bother me. A part of me said it should, but that was a tiny part and the rest was watching with anticipation of what was to come, or cum. I wondered where Bob was in his process, too. Then it hit.
Her legs locked around his waist so tight that when he withdrew, she lifted with him. Her arms went around him and her hands clenched his back as her nails dug in. Her back arched, her head went back, her entire body spasmed violently, and she screamed. Holy fuck, did she scream. I half expected the cops to show up any minute. Bob froze. I couldn’t tell if he didn’t know what to do, or if he was just letting her ride it out. Her nectar was dripping off her ass onto the bed as she shuddered and quaked on his cock. The scream only lasted a few seconds, but the rest went on for at least a half a minute.
Finally, her neck and back straightened, she released her grip on his sides, and her legs relaxed. Her hips dropped back to the bed as his dick disengaged her pussy with a slurp sound. I noted that she had not drawn blood, but her nail marks were bright red. He was still rock hard, so I figured he hadn’t cum yet. Frankly, I was surprised at that. This guy was turning out to be some kind of a sexual athlete. Those bimbos who turned him down because of his overall appearance had seriously lost out.
“Jesus fuck, I’ve not cum like that in ages.” She reached over and stroked my knee. “No offense, sweetie.”
“None taken. That was fucking incredible,” I replied. It was true, and I was already thinking of the next step. I didn’t have a chance to come up with anything before Mrs. D made her suggestion.
She sighed, then looked at us wickedly. “Either of you ever done a spit roast?”
Bob looked confused, which was almost comical since he was still on the hands and knees position from fucking her. “I take it you’re not talking about barbecuing,” I replied.
She laughed softly and shook her head. “No. It’s something I saw in an Atlanta porn shop Asshole took me to.” Asshole (capitalized) was her ex. There were assholes, then there was Asshole. I never heard her or Marsha refer to him by any other name, and they were in perfect unison about why they called him that. Pushing Bob up out of the way she rolled over onto all fours, ass toward Bob, face toward me, then waited for us to figure it out. Oh, fuck yeah! Bob hit on it about the time I did, judging by the grin that covered his face.
We repositioned ourselves and entered her at about the same time. In doggie, Bob went deeper than before which brought a grunt and moan out around my cock. She pulled her head back to say, “Let’s take this one slow. I want to savor both your cocks together.”
Bob gripped her hips and used them to pump her on and off his cock. “Jesus, she’s still so wet. Are you going to cum again, Mrs. D?” Bob asked. She made an affirmative noise and nodded which brought another grin to his face. He seemed to have a bit of tension in him, probably from having to hold back. I don’t think he’d cum yet. I knew I hadn’t. I began to fuck her mouth in time to his rhythm, in together, out together. Her tongue worked my shaft as I pumped. I wondered if Bob could feel those amazing pussy muscles, or if he stretched her too much to use them.
“Can you feel her cunt muscles on your dick?” I asked him.
“Fuck, yes, they are amazing. I could probably not even move and she’d get me off with them.” That brought a laugh from her throat that felt good on my dick. Then she raised her hand, motioned for us to stop, and pulled her mouth from me.
“Guys, neither of you have cum yet and I imagine Steve’s balls are getting pretty blue. He was about to go when we were interrupted.” Bob got an oh-shit look on his face. I grinned and shook my head to let him know there were no hard feelings. She continued, “I don’t care who cums first, but I want you both to cum and don’t wait for me. I imagine Steve will cum in my mouth since he’s already there. Bob, you can cum wherever you want, but if I need to move, let me know in time.”
“Sure, Mrs. D.” Bob’s eyes were wide again. She took me back into her mouth and Bob and I began our synchronized thrusting again. I was finding it difficult to control my depth because Bob was pushing her by different amounts on each thrust, but she didn’t seem to mind the head of my dick going into her throat. There was no gag reflex, which surprised me.
Slowly, Bob began picking up his pace and I tried to keep up, up to a point. He was needing release, and so the fuck was I. I hoped I would go first since I really didn’t want to risk being interrupted again. Bending over I managed to grab her flopping breasts. Kneading them and tweaking her nipples brought a groan from her that vibrated my cock, pushing me closer to the edge. So did the squishy wet sounds coming from Bob’s pounding of her woman’s well. Shit, she must have lost a gallon of water just in pussy juice. The thought of her wetness dripping from his balls and running down the inside of her thighs pushed me even closer. I felt a huge glob of precum move down and out, onto her tongue which brought another vibrating moan from her.
She was now squirming her hips around, getting even more from Bob’s dick. I figured she must have stretched enough to accommodate it. Shit, that did it. “Oh, fuck, Mrs. D, I’m going to cum. Suck it. Suck my cum out. Suck it all down your throat. Fuck yeah, suck it.” I pumped her mouth faster now, not even thinking of holding back on plunging into her throat. She squealed around my dick but did nothing to stop or limit what I was doing. “Jesus, fuck, GAAH.” I wanted to drive as deep into her mouth as I could, but instead I stopped with the head about centered on her tongue as I erupted. Holy fuck, I couldn’t believe how much I was dumping into her mouth. I felt her swallowing about every third squirt as she grabbed my shaft and began milking it, squeezing out every drop she could. Finally, my pulsations subsided. She pulled her mouth from me, keeping her lips tight so nothing spilled. She looked up at me and smiled, a thin drop of semen stretched down the middle of her lower lip. Fuck, that was hot.
“Oh, God, Mrs. D. I’m going to cum, too. Roll over,” Bob cried. She quickly rolled to her back and Bob began moving up to straddle her middle. Jesus, his dick seemed even bigger than before as he stroked it, pointing it toward her face. I noticed his pubic hair was soaked in her nectar. I would have loved to see her clean that up after he came in her mouth. “Shit,” he exclaimed as the first ropey stream of sperm blew from him. Mrs. D opened her mouth just in time for the bulk of it to hit it like a bullseye. He was so frantically pumping his dick that he had no aim, and semen went everywhere: her eyes, mouth, nose, hair, tits, ears. It would have been a toss-up as to which of us blew the most. I’d been in a state of intense arousal for a few hours, but he’d done without for at least a few months, except when he jerked off (he’d deny that).
Soon, he was spent and sat there straddling her, gasping like he’d just run ten miles, eyes wide as he surveyed the mess he’d made. “Oh, God, Mrs. D, I got it everywhere. I’m sorry.”
She just laughed gently. “That’s okay, Bob. Nothing that can’t be cleaned up.” With that she scooped a large dollop from her left nipple and sucked it from her finger. The look on his face made it difficult to not laugh. I went to the hall closet to retrieve her a towel. As I walked back in she had him lying beside her and was brushing her fingers over his cock. “Bob, since you’re now a part of this, you need to know the rules.” She spelled out what she and I had agreed to when we first started and he also agreed. I saw nothing but plusses in our futures.