Calvin had fucked lots of men in his past, but none had he ever craved with such desperate intensity as he wanted Daniel right now. He gazed into Daniel’s ocean-blue eyes and closed the distance between them, capturing his mouth in a hungry kiss. Their tongues met with electric urgency, swirling and dancing as Calvin invaded Daniel’s mouth with the same dominance he planned to show elsewhere. Soft moans escaped between their joined lips, the wet sounds of their kiss echoing in the bathroom.
Calvin groaned against Daniel’s lips, his fingers moving upward to loosen Daniel’s tie with deliberate slowness. “Need to see all of you,” he murmured, his voice a rough whisper that betrayed his growing arousal. Daniel let out a sensual gasp as Calvin’s knuckles brushed against his throat, the simple touch sending electric shivers cascading down his spine like liquid fire. Daniel’s hands trembled with a mixture of nervousness and raw desire as he fumbled with Calvin’s shirt buttons, each one revealing another tantalizing inch of tanned skin.
Their bodies pressed closer, hands moving with increasing urgency as clothing fell away piece by piece. As Daniel’s shirt dropped to the floor with a soft whisper of fabric, Calvin splayed his fingers across the newly exposed chest, tracing patterns that left goosebumps in their wake. “Fuck,” Calvin moaned, his eyes darkening with lust as Daniel’s fingers found the small tuft of hair on his chest, tugging gently in a way that made Calvin’s breath catch.
“I’ve dreamed about touching you,” Daniel confessed, his voice breaking as Calvin lowered his head, trailing his lips across Daniel’s collarbone in a series of feather-light kisses that had Daniel arching into the contact. Each press of Calvin’s mouth against his bare skin sent shockwaves of pleasure rippling through Daniel’s body. He had known the softness of a woman’s kisses before, but this, this was different. The slight roughness of Calvin’s stubble, the firm pressure of masculine lips, the assertive sweep of his tongue, it was new, intoxicating, driving him to a state of delirium he’d never experienced before.
“Oh fuck,” Daniel moaned as Calvin’s teeth grazed a particularly sensitive spot at the junction of his neck and shoulder. Not to be outdone, Daniel dipped his head, capturing one of Calvin’s hardened nipples between his lips. He sucked gently before circling it with his tongue, drawing a deep, throaty moan from Calvin that reverberated through both their bodies.
“Fuck, your mouth,” Calvin groaned, his hands finding Daniel’s hair and gripping tightly. “Need to feel it everywhere.”
Their hands moved lower, fingers working belt buckles with increasing desperation. The metallic clank as the belts hit the ceramic tile floor echoed through the bathroom, spurring them to greater urgency. Buttons popped open, zippers descended with a hiss that seemed obscenely loud in the charged atmosphere. Daniel had never felt such desperate need to be naked, to feel another’s skin against his own without barriers.
Calvin growled, tugging at Daniel’s slacks with unsteady hands. “Need you naked. Now.”
Finally, their underwear joined the growing pile at their feet, the last barrier between them discarded without ceremony. They stood in pools of abandoned clothing, and with synchronous kicks, they pushed the fabric away, never once breaking their heated embrace.
“You’re fucking beautiful,” Calvin murmured, his eyes drinking in Daniel’s naked form with undisguised hunger the subtle curves, the dusting of blonde hair trailing down to his groin like an arrow pointing to treasures below, his cock already hard and leaking, the foreskin partially retracted revealing the glistening head beneath.
Calvin pulled Daniel back to him, Calvin’s intense brown eyes looking down into Daniel’s upturned face. Daniel reached up, running his fingers through Calvin’s thick brown hair, gripping slightly as their lips locked in another searing kiss. They moved against each other with a fire that seemed to burn from deep within, each point of contact between their naked bodies a separate flame feeding the inferno of their shared desire.
“I want you,” Daniel whispered against Calvin’s mouth, his hand moving downward with deliberate slowness. He traced the defined ridges of Calvin’s abdomen, feeling the muscles jump beneath his fingertips, before finally reaching his prize. As Daniel wrapped his fingers around Calvin’s impressive girth, a shudder ran through his entire body. This was the first cock he had ever touched besides his own, and the sensation was intoxicating, the velvet skin sliding over rigid hardness, the heat radiating from it, the way it pulsed against his palm with each heartbeat. Calvin gave a deep moan of approval, his hips instinctively pushing forward into Daniel’s grip.
“Ever since you made that comment at the Christmas party,” Daniel admitted, his voice husky with desire, “I’ve dreamed of being with you.” His thumb circled the sensitive head of Calvin’s cock, gathering the pearlescent drop of pre-cum that had formed at the tip. With deliberate sensuality, Daniel brought his glistening thumb to his mouth, sucking it clean with a moan that made Calvin’s cock visibly throb. “Mmm, you taste even better than I imagined,” Daniel purred, returning his now moistened hand to Calvin’s aching shaft, stroking him with slow, deliberate movements that had Calvin gasping with pleasure.
“Fuck, Daniel,” Calvin moaned, his head falling back momentarily before he regained his focus.
Calvin’s hand moved with predatory purpose, wrapping firmly around Daniel’s uncut cock. The first stroke had Daniel’s knees weakening, a strangled moan escaping his parted lips as Calvin explored this new territory.
“Oh fuck, yes,” Daniel groaned, his hips bucking involuntarily as Calvin’s thumb found the sensitive frenulum beneath his cockhead. “Just like that… fuck!”
They stood locked together, trading increasingly desperate kisses while their hands worked each other’s cocks with mounting urgency. Their mingled moans created an erotic symphony that seemed to bounce off the tiled walls.
Calvin suddenly backed Daniel against the cool tile wall, the temperature difference shocking against his heated skin. Daniel gasped at the contrast, his back arching involuntarily, inadvertently pushing them both out of frame of the phone.
“Hey, boys,” Miranda’s voice cut through their lust-filled haze, a hint of frustration evident beneath her undeniable arousal. “Move where I can see you. I want to watch everything, every touch, every kiss, every stroke. Don’t you dare deprive me of this view.”
Calvin pulled back slightly, his eyes never leaving Daniel’s as he guided them both back into the camera’s field of vision. He adjusted their position with the awareness of a natural performer, ensuring Miranda could see every detail of their entwined bodies, their hardened cocks still pressed together in his large hand.
“Better?” Calvin asked, his voice a rough caress as he resumed his exploration of Daniel’s body.
“Perfect,” Miranda’s breathy approval came through the speaker. “Now don’t stop.”
Calvin bit down gently on Daniel’s lower lip, tugging it between his teeth as he pulled back just enough to see the naked want in Daniel’s eyes. The moment hung suspended between them a heartbeat of pure, unfiltered desire until Miranda’s command shattered it:
“Daniel, suck his cock. Now!”
Daniel didn’t need to be told twice. He sank to his knees on the bathroom floor, the cold tile a stark contrast to the heat radiating from his body. He adjusted the phone, ensuring Miranda could see everything as he wrapped his fingers around the base of Calvin’s impressive shaft.
“I’ve dreamed about this,” Daniel admitted, looking up at Calvin with undisguised hunger. “Your cock in my mouth.”
Calvin’s fingers tangled in Daniel’s hair, the gentle pressure guiding him forward with unmistakable intent. “Then stop talking and start sucking,” he growled, his voice dropping to a dangerous rumble that sent shivers down Daniel’s spine.
The moment Daniel’s lips parted to welcome the swollen head into the wet heat of his mouth, he knew nothing would ever be the same again. The taste was intoxicating, salt and musk, nothing like the silicone toys that he had practiced on. He moaned around the thickness, stretching his lips, the vibration making Calvin’s grip tighten in his hair.
From the phone, Miranda’s encouragement spurred him deeper, her voyeuristic pleasure adding another layer to their forbidden encounter. “That’s it. Take his cock deeper! Show me what a good cocksucker you are!”
As Daniel hollowed his cheeks around Calvin’s magnificent shaft, creating the perfect vacuum of wet pressure, his heart hammered wildly, theory finally meeting practice. Despite countless nights with Miranda’s strap-on down his throat and her detailed instructions echoing in his mind (“Use your tongue more, baby… that’s it… now take it deeper”), the weight and heat of Calvin’s actual cock against his tongue was thrillingly unfamiliar.
“Mmmm, you’re good at this,” Calvin groaned, fingers tangling in Daniel’s hair.
Daniel felt a flutter of pride mixed with uncertainty. He tried to recall Miranda’s coaching, “Don’t forget to breathe through your nose,” as he attempted to take Calvin deeper. He gagged slightly, pulling back with watering eyes, a thread of pre-cum mixed with saliva connecting his lips to Calvin’s glistening tip.
“Sorry,” he whispered, embarrassment heating his cheeks.
“Don’t be,” Calvin rasped. “Your mouth feels fucking incredible.”
Encouraged, Daniel wrapped his lips around the swollen head again, this time focusing on the techniques Miranda had praised during their practice sessions. He swirled his tongue experimentally along the sensitive underside, gratified when Calvin’s cock twitched in response. The salty tang of precum was stronger, more intense than he’d imagined, and unmistakably real.
His hands trembled slightly as they gripped Calvin’s ass. Despite his nervousness, there was something intoxicating about finally putting his secret training to use. The bathroom was now their sanctuary of lust, the risk of discovery only heightening each sensation as Calvin’s cock throbbed against his novice but eager tongue. Every time footsteps approached outside or voices drifted past the door, Daniel’s heart would race and his cock would pulse with a fresh surge of pre-cum. The knowledge that someone could override the lock with a master key at any moment and that they could be exposed in this most vulnerable act sent waves of forbidden excitement coursing through his veins. When two colleagues stopped just outside to discuss quarterly reports, their voices clear through the thin door, Daniel took Calvin impossibly deeper, as if the proximity of potential witnesses fueled his desire rather than dampened it. The fear of exposure had become its own aphrodisiac, each near-miss making his sucking more enthusiastic, more desperate turning what should have been caution into reckless, delicious abandon.
“Fu-fuck,” Calvin gasped, his voice breaking as Daniel’s tongue continued its relentless exploration, tracing the prominent vein on the underside while his throat muscles contracted around the sensitive head. His hips jerked forward involuntarily, pushing deeper into the wet heat of Daniel’s eager mouth. “Your mouth… holy shit… dreamed about this since the Christmas party.”
Daniel hummed his approval, the vibrations traveling through Calvin’s cock like electric current. The wet, obscene sounds of Daniel’s enthusiasm echoed in the bathroom slurping, sucking, the occasional gasp for air creating a pornographic soundtrack that seemed to amplify their forbidden pleasure.
He pulled off just long enough to catch his breath, a glistening string of pre-cum connecting his swollen lips to Calvin’s shining cockhead. Daniel’s ocean-blue eyes, watery from his efforts but blazing with hunger, locked with Calvin’s as he admired his handiwork. Calvin’s cock now slick with his saliva, the shaft glistening wet, the head a deep, urgent purple that spoke of desperate need.
“Tell me what else you’ve thought about,” Miranda prompted from the phone, her breathing becoming more labored. “What other filthy things have you wanted to do to my husband?”
Calvin’s eyes rolled back briefly as Daniel took him deep again, his throat muscles contracting around the invading length. “Fuck, shit!” He panted, struggling to form coherent sentences while Daniel’s mouth worked him over. His fingers tangled roughly in Daniel’s hair, holding him in place as he managed to groan, “Always wanted to… fuck… bend him over and pound that tight ass until he… oh fuck… until he screams.”
Through the phone, Miranda’s breathing had become shallow and rapid, her emerald eyes gleaming with wicked encouragement.
“Then do it,” Miranda challenged, her voice a sultry purr that promised wicked delights. “Bend him over that sink and take what you both clearly want. I want to hear him moan as you claim that tight ass. He’s been stretching that virgin hole, getting it ready for a real man’s cock. Haven’t you, baby?”
Daniel pulled off Calvin’s shaft with an obscene wet pop, “Please,” he begged, voice husky with desire, “I need to feel you inside me. I need to be filled with something real, something alive.”
Calvin guided Daniel around, positioning him facing the mirror over the sink. Their eyes met in the reflection, Daniel’s hazy with lust, Calvin’s dark with desire. The phone was now carefully propped up by the door, giving Miranda a perfect view as Calvin pressed his body against Daniel’s back, his thick cock nestling between Daniel’s ass cheeks.
“Wait,” Miranda instructed through the phone, her voice thick with arousal. “Lube. Daniel’s wallet. I tucked a packet in there after the Christmas party.”
Daniel’s fingers trembled with anticipation as he retrieved his wallet, extracting a silver packet. Calvin accepted it with a knowing smile, tearing it open carefully.
“You planned this?” Calvin asked, squeezing a generous amount onto his fingers.
“Not specifically,” Miranda purred, the sound of wet movements suggesting she was pleasuring herself. “But a little slut is always prepared for pleasure whenever it might find him.”
Calvin circled Daniel’s entrance with slick fingers, his touch teasing and deliberate. “Relax for me,” he whispered, his breath hot against Daniel’s ear as he pressed one finger slowly inside.
“Mmmmfff,” Daniel’s moan was guttural as Calvin’s finger breached him, the sensation entirely different from toys or his own explorations. Calvin’s finger was warm, alive, responding to the tightness of his body with subtle adjustments.
“That’s it,” Calvin encouraged, working his finger deeper. “Open up for me.”
Daniel’s knees nearly buckled as pleasure exploded through him. “More,” he gasped, pushing back against the invading digit.
A second finger joined the first, stretching him with exquisite care. Calvin scissored his fingers, preparing Daniel’s virgin passage with thorough attention. “So, fucking tight,” he murmured appreciatively, adding a third finger that made Daniel whimper with delight. “Your ass is going to feel incredible around my cock.”
Daniel begged, his cock dripping a steady stream of pre-cum onto the floor. “I’m ready. I need your cock inside me.”
Calvin withdrew his fingers and applied more lube to his straining shaft, stroking it a few times to ensure it was thoroughly coated. He positioned the slick head against Daniel’s entrance, the heat of it making Daniel’s hole twitch with anticipation.
“Fuck him,” Miranda commanded through the phone, her breathing ragged. “Slide that beautiful cock into my husband’s virgin ass. I want to hear him moan as you fill him completely.”
With gentle but firm pressure, Calvin pushed forward, the head of his cock slowly stretching Daniel’s tight ring. There was pressure, then resistance, then surrender. The head popped past the tight sphincter, drawing a long, shuddering gasp from Daniel as his body accepted the intrusion.
“Holy fuck,” Calvin breathed, holding perfectly still as Daniel’s ass gripped the sensitive head of his cock. “You feel amazing.”
Daniel couldn’t speak, couldn’t even form coherent thoughts. His breath came in short, sharp pants as his body adjusted to the invasion.
“Breathe deeply,” Miranda instructed, her concern momentarily overriding her lust. “Relax into it, baby. Let him in.”
Daniel exhaled slowly, consciously relaxing his muscles. Calvin felt the change and rewarded him by pushing deeper, feeding his thick shaft into Daniel’s yielding body inch by delicious inch until he was fully seated, his balls nestled against Daniel’s perineum.
“Oh fuck,” Daniel moaned.
Calvin began to move, withdrawing almost completely before sliding back in with measured strokes. Each thrust sent waves of pleasure cascading through Daniel’s body, his prostate stimulated in ways the toys had never managed.
The bathroom filled with obscene sounds the wet slide of cock in ass, Daniel’s stream of breathy moans, Calvin’s appreciative grunts, and Miranda’s encouraging words from the phone. The mirror began to fog with their combined breath, adding to the intimacy of their connection.
“Faster,” Daniel begged, pushing back to meet Calvin’s thrusts.
Calvin obliged, picking up the pace, his hips moving with fluid grace as he claimed Daniel’s virgin territory. His hands caressed Daniel’s sides, one sliding around to wrap around Daniel’s neglected cock.
“I’m getting close,” he warned, as pressure built at the base of his spine. “Fuck, your cock feels so good…”
“Me too,” Calvin admitted, his rhythm faltering slightly as his own orgasm approached. “Where do you want it?”
“Inside,” Daniel gasped without hesitation. “I want to feel you cum inside me.”
Calvin’s thrusts deepened, each one bottoming out as he chased his release. The sound of their bodies meeting became more urgent, more primal, as both men approached the precipice together.
“Now,” Miranda urged, her voice strained with impending climax. “Cum together. I want to see you both lose control.”
Calvin pressed deep one final time, his cock pulsing powerfully as he flooded Daniel’s virgin passage with hot cum. “Fuuuuck,” he groaned, his hands gripping Daniel’s hips as wave after wave of pleasure washed through him.
The sensation of being filled by Calvin’s warm seed coating his insides pushed Daniel over the edge. His cock erupted, painting the floor with thick cum as his entire body convulsed with pleasure.
“Yes, yes, YES!” Miranda cried from the phone, her own orgasm crashing through her as she watched her husband receive another man’s seed for the first time.
For long moments, the only sounds were their ragged breathing and the occasional drip of cum hitting the floor. Eventually, Calvin slowly withdrew, his softening cock slipping free with a wet sound that made Daniel shiver with oversensitivity.
“That was…” Calvin breathed, leaning against the adjacent wall, his chest rising and falling rapidly.
“Incredible,” Daniel finished for him, turning with a satiated smile despite the cum now trickling down his inner thighs. “Worth every second of waiting.”
Miranda’s face appeared on the phone screen, flushed and glowing with post-orgasmic bliss. “That,” she declared with absolute certainty, “was the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever witnessed.”
Both men dressed in silence, the air between them electric with the afterglow of their forbidden encounter. As Calvin straightened his tie and Daniel buckled his belt, their eyes met in a moment of shared understanding that something had fundamentally changed between them.
They parted ways with one last passion-filled kiss, Calvin slipping out of the bathroom while Daniel lingered, savoring the delicious warmth of Calvin’s seed trickling slowly down his inner thighs, soaking into his boxers. Each step back to his desk sent shivers up his spine, the wet sensation between his ass cheeks a constant, filthy reminder of what had just transpired.
The afternoon stretched before him like an eternity. His cock stirred again at the memory of Calvin’s thickness stretching him open, claiming his virgin territory with brutal efficiency. What would it feel like to have Victor’s cock in that same passage tonight? Or to be properly spit-roasted between Victor’s thick shaft and Miranda’s strap-on, filled from both ends until he couldn’t remember his own name?
Unable to focus on work, Daniel slipped back to the bathroom during a lull. He locked himself in a stall, dropped his pants, and bent over, spreading his cheeks wide. His hole was pink and puffy, glistening with lube and cum. He snapped a photo, capturing the moment perfectly, his used hole leaking Calvin’s pearly essence down his thighs.
With trembling fingers, he created a group chat named threesome with Victor and Miranda, attaching the obscene image with a message that made his cock throb as he typed:
“Fresh from Calvin’s cock. My ass already dripping with one load today. Can’t wait to have your cum mixed in with his, Victor. Miranda, you’ll lick every drop from my hole and feed it all to me with those perfect lips of yours. Tonight, I’m nothing but a hungry cum dumpster.”
He hit send and immediately received a stream of responses that made the afternoon’s wait even more excruciating. Tonight couldn’t come soon enough.
The clock hit five, and Daniel exploded from his chair, startling two coworkers as he bolted for the exit. The afternoon had crawled by with excruciating slowness, each minute stretching into eternity as Calvin’s cum dried tacky against his thighs. Now, freedom beckoned.
Heart hammering, he flung himself into his car and peeled out of the parking lot, the engine roaring as he pushed well past the speed limit. His phone connected automatically to the Bluetooth system.
“Hey Siri, send a text to ‘threesome,’ he commanded, his voice rough with anticipation. “Victor, can you come over now? I’ll be home in 10 minutes.”
The reply came through the speakers moments later, Victor’s message filling the car: “I can be there in 40 minutes. Still thinking about that hot ass pic you sent. Can’t wait to add my load to your hole.”
Daniel’s cock twitched against his slacks. Forty minutes. Just enough time to prepare.
He screeched into the driveway, nearly forgetting to shift into park before launching himself from the vehicle. The front door barely closed behind him before he was stripping, clothes flying in every direction like a sexual tornado had hit.
That’s when he saw her.
Miranda reclined on their leather couch, completely naked, her magnificent body on full display. Her legs were spread wide, showcasing her glistening pussy as she worked a life-like dildo in and out of her dripping entrance. Each thrust made her heavy breasts quiver, the rosy nipples standing at rigid attention. A cigarette dangled from her crimson lips, the smoke curling upward in lazy spirals as she inhaled deeply between moans of pleasure. The combination of the cigarette and her self-pleasure was intoxicating, the acrid scent of smoke mingling with the heady aroma of her arousal.
“Oh hi, honey,” she purred, taking another long drag before exhaling a stream of smoke directly at him. “I’ll be done right away.”
Daniel stood transfixed, his cock hardening instantly at the sight of his gorgeous wife pleasuring herself. Her emerald eyes locked with his as she increased her pace, the wet sounds of her arousal filling the room. With a final, shuddering cry, she arched her back and came, her pussy visibly clenching around the silicone intruder as smoke escaped her parted lips in a rush.
“Fuck, that was good,” she sighed, slowly withdrawing the glistening toy. She sat up, her auburn hair tumbling over her shoulders like liquid fire and crushed the cigarette butt in a nearby ashtray. “So, tell me everything. How was it, having Calvin’s cock inside of you?”
Daniel collapsed onto the couch beside her, his body still humming with residual pleasure from his earlier encounter. “It was… incredible,” he admitted, his voice thick with remembered desire. “Different than I expected, but so much better.”
“Different how?” Miranda pressed, her fingers trailing teasingly along his thigh.
“His cock was alive in my mouth,” Daniel explained, eyes half-closed in reverie. “It pulsed and responded to everything I did. When I swirled my tongue just under the head, I could feel him swell even harder. The taste was incredible, musky, salty, and feeling his pre-cum leak onto my tongue in little bursts drove me wild.”
“And when he fucked you?” Miranda’s eyes gleamed with wicked interest, her hand now dangerously close to his hardening cock.
“Fuck, Miranda,” Daniel groaned, his ass clenching around the phantom memory. “The stretch burned so good, much more intense than any toy. There was this heat that toys don’t have, and I swear I could feel his heartbeat inside me. When he started moving, every ridge and vein dragged against spots I never knew existed. And when he came?” He shuddered visibly. “Feeling each pulse as he flooded me, then his cum trickling down my thighs afterward… absolutely fucking transcendent.”
The doorbell’s chime cut through their conversation like a knife. Daniel’s pulse spiked as he grabbed his phone to check the doorbell camera. Victor stood waiting, looking even more magnificent than his Facebook profile had suggested, tall and broad-shouldered, with dark hair styled casually and a five o’clock shadow that highlighted his strong jawline.
“He’s here,” Daniel whispered, his voice cracking with anticipation.
Miranda reached for her pack of cigarettes on the coffee table, extracting one with practiced grace. The flame of her lighter briefly illuminated her face in golden light as she took a deep drag, her cheeks hollowing seductively. She leaned back on the couch, deliberately spreading her legs wider and pinching her nipples to ensure they were standing at attention, the cigarette held aloft between two slender fingers as smoke escaped her parted lips.
“Well, what are you waiting for?” she purred through a cloud of smoke. “Go let him in.”
Daniel padded naked to the door, his cock leading the way like an obscene divining rod. He took a deep breath and opened the door.
Victor’s eyes lit up with hunger as they roamed over Daniel’s naked form, lingering appreciatively on his erection. “Mmm,” he said, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down Daniel’s spine.
Daniel stepped aside to let Victor in. “Miranda’s waiting.”
Victor stepped inside, his breath catching visibly as he spotted Miranda on the couch, her voluptuous body on full display. She took another long drag from her cigarette, the ember glowing bright as she inhaled, before exhaling a stream of smoke that curled around her magnificent breasts like possessive fingers.
“Welcome, Victor,” she called, making no move to cover herself. “I should mention that this house has one important rule, men don’t wear clothes inside these walls. So, unless you want to leave…” She let the implication hang in the air, her emerald eyes sparkling with mischief through the haze of cigarette smoke.
Without hesitation, Victor began undressing, revealing his muscular physique inch by tantalizing inch. When he finally stood naked before them, Daniel couldn’t help but stare. Victor’s body was like something carved from marble, broad shoulders, defined chest tapering to narrow hips, and between his legs, a cock that made Daniel’s mouth water instantly. Thick and veined, it matched the photo he’d sent perfectly, but seeing it in the flesh was an entirely different experience. It hung heavy between his thighs, already beginning to stiffen under their hungry gazes.
“Before we get down to the sucking, licking, and fucking,” Daniel managed, tearing his eyes away from Victor’s magnificent cock, “would you like a drink?”
They sprawled across the living room, all pretense of modesty abandoned. Three naked bodies, Victor on the leather armchair, Daniel stretched across one end of the leather couch, and Miranda lounging at the other end, her legs spread wide. Each nursed a vodka screwdriver. On the TV, an orgy played out, multiple bodies intertwined, cocks and tongues penetrating every available hole, moans and wet slapping sounds filling the room. Miranda continued to smoke, the cigarette adding to the decadent atmosphere as she took deep drags, her full lips wrapping around the filter in a way that made both men’s cocks twitch with anticipation.
“That photo you sent earlier made my cock throb instantly,” Victor said, his eyes darkening with lust. “Seeing another man’s cum leaking from your freshly fucked hole… fuck, I nearly came just looking at it.”
“Calvin was incredible,” Daniel said with a dreamy smile, unconsciously reaching back to touch his still-sensitive entrance. “But what he gave me only made me hungrier for you. I can’t wait to feel you stretching me open.”
“And I can’t wait to claim that gorgeous ass,” Victor replied, his hand dropping to stroke his rapidly hardening cock. “Going to pump you so full of cum it’ll be leaking out for days.”
Miranda exhaled a long stream of smoke, her pussy visibly glistening at their filthy talk. “You boys are making me so fucking wet,” she purred, crushing out her cigarette in the ashtray.
Setting down his empty glass, Daniel strode purposefully to the windows. With deliberate movements, he threw open the curtains and raised the window, letting the cool evening air flow in.
“What are you doing?” Victor asked, curiosity mingling with excitement in his voice.
“I want the world to hear what happens next,” Daniel explained, his cock throbbing at the exhibitionistic thrill. “I want our neighbors to hear me screaming as you fuck me. I want them to hear Miranda begging for cock. I want them to be able to watch.”
Miranda squirmed on the couch, clearly aroused by the thought of potentially being seen or heard.
Daniel turned to her, his expression shifting to one of stern dominance. “Okay, Miranda, time for your first punishment. Sit in the chair.”
“Do I have to?” she whined, though the gleam in her eyes betrayed her excitement.
“That whining will only increase your punishment,” Daniel warned, his voice dropping to a dangerous purr. “Now be a good little whore and sit in the chair.”
With a theatrical sigh, Miranda obeyed, settling into the armchair positioned strategically in front of the couch. Daniel approached with handcuffs, securing her wrists to the arms of the chair with practiced efficiency. The blindfold came next, a strip of black silk that plunged her into darkness.
Then, leaving his wife bound and blindfolded, Daniel turned his attention to Victor. He sank to his knees between the man’s spread thighs, his mouth watering at the magnificent cock that awaited him.
“I’ve been dreaming about this moment,” Daniel confessed, wrapping his fingers around the thick base, feeling it pulse with need beneath his touch. “About wrapping my lips around this gorgeous fucking cock.”
Victor tangled his fingers in Daniel’s hair, gripping tight enough to make Daniel gasp before guiding him forward with commanding pressure. “Well start sucking and let’s make you the cum dumpster you are so hungry to be.”
Daniel needed no further encouragement. He leaned forward, parting his lips to welcome the swollen crown of Victor’s cock into the wet heat of his mouth. The first taste salt and musk and raw male essence made him moan wantonly around the thick intrusion, his own cock throbbing painfully between his legs as he began sucking Victor’s magnificent manhood.
From her chair, blindfolded and restrained, Miranda could only listen to the wet, obscene sounds of her husband’s enthusiastic cock-sucking. “Fuck! FUCK!” she screamed, her pussy clenching around nothing as she imagined the scene before her. “Let me see it! Let me fucking see him suck that cock!”
Daniel’s mouth worked with increasing fervor around Victor’s thickening shaft, each slurp and gag filtering through the room like the soundtrack to Miranda’s personal audio porn. Blindfolded and restrained, she could only imagine the depraved tableau unfolding before her, her husband on his knees, lips stretched around another man’s cock, the first of many filthy acts that would define their evening.
“Fuck, your mouth feels amazing,” Victor groaned, his fingers tightening in Daniel’s hair as his hips began to thrust more urgently. “Better than I imagined all those years ago.”
“Tell me what he’s doing!” Miranda begged, thrashing against her restraints until the chair legs scraped against the floor. “Tell me how my husband looks with your cock down his throat! FUCK! Please!”
Daniel responded by taking Victor deeper, relaxing his throat to accommodate the impressive girth. His tongue worked the sensitive underside, tracing the prominent veins with deliberate precision while his hands massaged the heavy balls that tightened with each passing second.
“He’s fucking gagging on my cock,” Victor called to Miranda, his voice thick with lust. “Taking it all the way down his hungry throat like he was born for it. Your husband’s a natural cocksucker, you know that?”
“FUCK YES!” Miranda screamed, her thighs visibly trembling as rivulets of her arousal trickled down to pool on the leather chair beneath her. “Make him choke on it! Make him fucking take it all!”
“Fuck, I’m close,” Victor warned, his voice strained with impending release. “Going to fill that perfect mouth with every drop.”
Daniel moaned his encouragement, the vibrations sending shockwaves of pleasure through Victor’s cock. He doubled his efforts, hollowing his cheeks and creating a vacuum of wet heat that proved too much for Victor to resist.
“I’m cumming,” Victor moaned, his hands holding Daniel’s head firmly in place as his body tensed. “Take it all… FUCK!”
The first hot jet of cum hit the back of Daniel’s throat, triggering his swallowing reflex. Victor’s cock pulsed again and again, flooding Daniel’s eager mouth with rope after rope of thick, salty seed. Daniel struggled to contain the deluge, his cheeks bulging with the sheer volume as some of the pearly essence escaped the corners of his lips, dribbling down his chin in viscous rivulets.
“SHIT! Is he swallowing it? Tell me he’s swallowing your cum!” Miranda wailed, her hips bucking up from the chair, desperately seeking friction that wasn’t there. “Fucking hell! I need to see it! I need to taste it too!”
Victor’s orgasm seemed endless, his cock continuing to twitch and spurt until Daniel’s mouth could hold no more. When Victor finally released his grip on Daniel’s hair, Daniel kept his lips sealed tight around the softening shaft, savoring the taste that coated his tongue.
Slowly, reverently, he pulled back, allowing Victor’s spent cock to slip from between his swollen lips. He made a show of swallowing the majority of Victor’s load, his Adam’s apple bobbing prominently as the thick fluid slid down his throat.
With deliberate sensuality, Daniel gathered the escaped cum from his chin with two fingers. His eyes locked with Victor’s as he brought those fingers to his mouth, his tongue darting out to collect every last drop. He sucked his fingers clean with pornographic enthusiasm, making sure Victor could see his throat work as he swallowed the remaining seed.
“Delicious,” Daniel purred, his voice hoarse from the vigorous throat-fucking. “Even better than I imagined. So fucking thick.”
“What’s happening?” Miranda demanded, her chest heaving with each desperate breath. “Fuck, someone tell me what’s happening! Is he covered in your cum? Did he swallow it all?”
“Your husband just swallowed every drop like a good little cum dumpster,” Victor told her, his voice laced with satisfied arrogance. “Licked his lips afterward like he wanted seconds.”
From her chair, Miranda whimpered at the words, her imagination filling in the blanks, painting a vivid mental picture that made her pussy clench with desperate need.
“Please,” she begged, straining against the handcuffs until the metal bit into her wrists. “Let me see. Let me taste it too. FUCK! I’ll do anything! Anything at all!”
Daniel looked over at his bound wife with wicked satisfaction. Her punishment was working exactly as planned her magnificent body trembled with frustration, her heavy breasts rising and falling with each desperate breath, nipples hardened to aching points, the scent of her arousal heavy in the air.
“Not yet,” he replied, his voice dripping with dark promise. “This is just the beginning of your punishment, my love.”
Victor, still recovering from his intense climax, smiled down at Daniel. “That was fucking incredible,” he praised, his hand stroking Daniel’s flushed cheek. “But I’m nowhere near done with you yet.”
“I hope not,” Daniel replied, climbing to his feet. “Because I still need you to fuck my ass while my beautiful wife listens to every thrust, imagining what she’s missing.”
“FUCK YOU BOTH!” Miranda shrieked, her frustration palpable. “This is torture! Absolute fucking torture! I need to see it! I need to feel it! Please, I’m so fucking wet I’m dripping!”
Victor’s cock twitched at Miranda’s desperate pleas, already beginning to harden again despite his recent release. He pulled Daniel close, their bodies pressing together as he claimed his mouth in a hungry kiss, tasting his own essence on Daniel’s tongue.
“Turn around,” Victor commanded when they finally broke apart, his voice low and dangerous. “Bend over the coffee table. I want to see that cum-filled hole of yours.”
Daniel obeyed eagerly, positioning himself so his face was mere inches from Miranda’s widely spread thighs. Close enough to smell her arousal but unable to taste it, another exquisite layer of torture for them both. Behind him, he could feel Victor dropping to his knees, strong hands spreading his ass cheeks to expose his used entrance, still glistening with the remnants of Calvin’s earlier deposit.
“Holy FUCK,” Miranda moaned, catching the scent of her husband’s musk so close to her. “I can smell you, Daniel. You’re right there, aren’t you? So close, but I can’t touch you. FUCK! This is killing me!”
As Victor’s hot breath ghosted over his sensitive hole, Daniel closed his eyes in anticipation of the pleasure to come, his cock hanging heavy and untouched between his legs. The night was still young, and his body thrummed with the knowledge that this was merely the first act in what promised to be an unforgettable performance of depravity and desire.
