I kept going back and forth between thinking this was sort of interesting and being mad.
Unlike licking pussy, there was basically no taste, but I was surprised how smooth the skin was. He held my head with two hands and thrust it in and out of my mouth. The guy's cock wasn't as fat as mine, but it was really long, I'd guess about 9 inches. Ray stuck his cock right in my mouth and started pumping. "Shit!" I thought, and I closed my eyes and opened my mouth. I looked over at Christine, begging me with her desperate eyes. "This is how he likes it," said Ray, and he whacked me across the face with his cock. "He's just shy to do it in front of us," said Christine. I looked from the stiffening cock inches from my face to Joe and Christine. "I'll never turn down a blowjob from my number one cocksucker," he said. To my shock, he stood up and pulled down his pants. I still didn't really understand, and I looked at the guy sitting next to me. "That is not what I am waiting for," said Joe angrily. We shouldn't have done it without your permission, and I'm sorry we left, uh, something behind." "I'm sorry Joe," I said, "we didn't have a place in the neighborhood to meet up, and I was complaining to Christine, and she said we could use your place. "Gross!" I thought, but I just smiled and said "Hi." He put his arm around me, said "Hi sweetie," and kissed me right on the lips! I didn't find out till later that his name was Ray. She whispered "It's ok, my lover is bi." She led me into the living room, where Joe was sitting on a chair and a tall guy, about 5 years younger than the rest of us, was sitting on the couch.
I reluctantly agreed to come over that night.Ĭhristine let me in. I didn't want anyone thinking I was gay, but I didn't want Christine to get in trouble.
Could I just come in and back up her story? She would have her lover come in too, and we would tell Joe it was our condom. Christine had told him that she had let me use their apartment to have sex with my gay lover over my lunch break. It turned out that she had been seeing another guy on the side, and Joe had found a used condom in their bedroom. "What's the matter, tell me what it is, and I'll do it," I said. "You have to do me a favor," she pleaded. That was how things stood until one day Christine called me at work, sobbing. "Maybe because most of my male friends are gay," she answered. I asked Christine if it didn't bother Joe that I was over, and she said "To tell you the truth, he thinks you're gay." I came over for dinner a couple of times, sometimes even when Joe wasn't there, because he was working late. I would see the two of them once in a while, and about a year ago I took a job close to their house, and started coming by more. I once asked her if she continued doing all the kinky stuff with her husband, and she said the most that ever happened was he went down on her once in a while. We continued to sleep together off and on after college, but stopped when she married a guy from Jamaica, call him Joe. Everyone around her thought she was little miss innocent, but she was always extremely horny, and the kinkiest women I have ever slept with.
I can't give her name, so let's call her Christine. I have a friend from college who I used to sleep with. I thought I would write in and talk about something that happened to me recently, because I certainly can't tell anyone!