Delivery

“I’m happy to do it; it’s no trouble,” Ehsan, the service director of the dealership told me through the phone.

It wasn’t customary or infrequent but rare for a dealership’s service director to deliver a car that had been serviced; not even one of the three service managers did that.  All of their time was far more valuable than to be wasted for generating customer impact this way.

I’d been the one who hired Ehsan from another high-end dealer in town when I set-up the nine dealerships here in north Florida for my former employers.  It’s what brought my husband Kent, me, and our faithful Siberian Husky Sasha here; it’s also what nearly got all of us killed two and a half years ago in a terrible accident on the way here.  I shivered when that memory surpassed remembering the first time I met sexy Ehsan.

Very tall; taller than my husband who is six-three.  Devastatingly handsome; well perhaps a hair under my husband in that measure.  Built including a very prominent bulge; that’s a draw with my husband at least soft because I hadn’t seen Ehsan’s impressive dick hard.  Yes when I interviewed Ehsan in person following his resume submission I was derailed by his physical appeal at the outset; then I got to work and found more to substantiate all I’d learned about him after reading the head-hunter’s report.  That he already lived in town and had a history with another dealership conglomerate had been the major pluses.  It was after I’d hired him that we’d invited him to our club for tennis the first of what would be many times; and the locker room had given us the view of what made-up that ample basket of his  

Two and a half years later Ehsan had no reason to cater to me by reason of our origin story; I’d been retired for two years and had nothing to do with the business.  Still he insisted and added some charm.  “Unless you’re not interested in me dropping in to see you and Kent, that is.”

I thought it was odd but I wouldn’t mind seeing him or smelling the rich manly scent that he always seemed to have.  Ehsan’s hygiene was impeccable; but whether freshly suited in the morning or returning pumped and sweaty even though he’d showered after the gym in the middle of the day or soaked with sweat from a tennis match he was pervasively aromatic in a unique and exceptionally pleasing way.

“Your name will be at the gate,” I told him.

“Great.  I’ll be around about seven-twenty or so after I leave when we close-up service.  Hope that isn’t too late?”

It wasn’t but I was about to renew my protest; he was using his own time and really shouldn’t waste it delivering a serviced car to his old “boss.”  But I hesitated and he added a “Looking forward to seeing you both Al,” and disconnected before I could make any further words.

I told Kent the dealership had called, they had (finally) identified the odd squeak in our weeks-old brand new car, and were delivering it instead of us going to pick it up.  He said, “Nice of them,” in passing and then told me Jef had texted that he’d be coming home a bit later around seven due to some patient paperwork he needed to catch-up.

Jef is the third member of the unexpected thrupple we’ve become.  He’s a former fuck-bud who became a part of the expanded “us” when he relocated to be nearer to his elderly parents who need the attention; they were our neighbors which is how we met him.  Jef bought a house in the country club community where his parents lived and we live; though they now live in an assisted living community a few miles away and Jef now has their house as well as the one he had bought for himself to live in.  Jef’s house is in the early-ish stages of a thorough renovation. 

Aside from being one very hot piece of ass (what got our attention on that earlier visit) Jef is also an exceptionally talented surgeon.  Barely in his forties he is between Kent’s and my ages as well as an avid runner and gym-rat to counter-balance the stresses of his work and his parents’ prematurely declining health; the fitness fanaticism supplemented by vigorous and frequent man-sex keep him sane according to him.

Jef did indeed arrive home over an hour later than he usually did.  For a surgeon who often starts his day with a surgery at eight that’s a long day.  After some quality time with Sasha he hit the shower as he always did and was finishing when all three of our Apple Watches showed the message that Ehsan had come through the gates.  “What’s an Ehsan Malik?” Jef asked having walked naked and not entirely dry from the master suite the three of us shared.

Jef’s chiseled stacked torso is mostly smooth; the water he had carelessly (or intentionally?) left untoweled beaded on his pec slabs and shiny tanned abs.  His bush was wet and so was his swinging junk.  I could have pounced without hesitation has we not been expecting someone.

And as if on queue the Ring motion sensor went off signaling Ehsan’s approach toward the front door; the completely glass door that wasn’t visible from the street was a see-through portal to the inside of the house for anyone walking to the front door.  I laughed and pointed through the glass.  “That is Ehsan who is delivering our car that was serviced.”

Jef turned casually and then took a few quick steps back out of the direct view from outside.  “He’s hot as fuck!  Wish he were here for some play instead of business.  You two ever tap that?”

By then Kent had come to the door with the key to the loaner in his hand and our trusty beast Sasha trailing. “Al hired Ehsan Jef.  To my knowledge Al never mixed business and pleasure that way.  Throw some clothes on and we’ll introduce you.  He’s a hell of a nice guy.”

Jef retreated, Kent opened the door, and he invited Ehsan in.  Sasha sniffed and allowed Ehsan to pet him for a bit.

“Looks like I interrupted something,” Ehsan  commented and threw a look in the direction Jef had retreated.  “But you don’t mind do you gorgeous,” he said to Sasha.  “Neither do I.”

“Uh — ” Kent said and looked at me.  I’d been where I saw when Ehsan rounded the corner and he’d had a full-on view of Jef’s nakedness through the glass door; Kent hadn’t.

“That’s our friend Jef,” I said lamely.

“A good friend it seems,” Ehsan speculated with a smirk.  “Isn’t he?” he said to Sasha as he rubbed him.

Jef re-emerged on cue from our rooms brazenly in only a pair of boxer briefs.  “I’m Jef,” he said with his hand outstretched and his eyes raping Ehsan.  “And they were right; you’re hot as hell!”

With those compliments Sasha gleaned that he was de trop and ambled off; he’s perceptive that way when man-sex is in the offing.  And when attention shifts from him.

“As are you since we’re on the topic!” Ehsan said with enthusiasm and shook Jef’s hand a bit awkwardly while he gawked.  Then he turned to us and then looked down.  “You told your friend I’m hot?”

Kent took a step toward Ehsan but put the key to the loaner down on the foyer table.  “You know you’re hot Ehsan.  You don’t need us to tell you that.”

“Well I uh well it’s nice to know that two hot men like you think that I am.  And you too,” he added to Jef and returned the eye-rape with his eyes all up and down the near-naked body.  He paid special attention to the prominent outline of a hardening dick bulging his boxers out.

Jef turned to us. “I’m a doctor not a matchmaker, but what he came here for boys is obviously has nothing to do with cars; he’s after some fun with you two.”  Jef looked at all three of us in turn.

Ehsan blushed which gave his dark complexion a rosewood glow.  The growing bulge in his well-tailored slacks was drawing our attention as well. 

“Mind if it’s three of us?” Jef asked with clear intent.

Ehsan seemed to regain his subtle cockiness and said clearly: “I was hoping maybe that Al and Kent would be interested in — and absolutely four of us with you included would be something I’d jump at the chance for.”  With that he reached out and took a feel of Jef’s cotton-clad hard-honed butt-cheek.  “Mmmm I’d definitely jump for this!”

Kent and I looked at each other.  We both had commented at one time or another that Ehsan was hot and that he pegged on the gaydar meter; I had the advantage because I’d seen his background check and knew.  Neither of us had ever thought he had any interest in either of us beyond quick and deniable looks at Kent which could only be expected; but me ‘hot’ to a SMOKIN’ hot younger guy like Eshan was a nice surprise.

“Ehsan what a compliment!” Kent said and put an arm around his shoulders to guide him toward our rooms.  “Do you have anywhere to be or anyone waiting for you?” my husband asked him as we all headed in.

“Not a plan to water nor even a goldfish to feed.”  We all laughed.

We got the necessary reviews and declarations of our health, vaccination, and PrEP status out of the way and were all cleared to proceed unencumbered.  Jef hadn’t wasted time and had Ehsan’s suit jacket hung neatly over a chair and was on his knees unzipping our visitor’s slacks.

We’d seen the very promising bulge inside those slacks; but the reveal was all that and more.  Ehsan’s hard-on was long, thick, elegantly cut, and hairy enough for dark pubes to emerge through his unzipped fly.  When Jef roughly wrestled his balls out through that too-small aperture, they were big, hairy, dark, and hanging heavily.  Somehow having seen them when he was flaccid hadn’t accentuated their complement to his very noticeable cock  

“Wow!” one of us said; maybe Jef or maybe it was what I was thinking and it slipped into speech.

In truth Kent is hung substantially bigger; but Ehsan was hung no doubt there.  And Kent was enjoying the sight as much as Jef and I were.

Jef took half of Ehsan in his mouth while Ehsan unbuttoned his very nice dress shirt and undid his cuff links.  “Ah man!” he gasped as Jef’s mouth engulfed that half of him and worked to take the rest.

Kent reached from behind and ran his hands over Ehsan’s smooth chiseled chest and eased the dress shirt off him.  I knew Ehsan was a devoted gym-goer; his torso showed his dedication.  He had a magnificently proportioned upper body; more than from his very proficient tennis.  He was built and ripped under his suits and dress shirts which he had tailored to be professional not provocative; but his bod had always blurred the line.

I moved closer and gave Ehsan a long rub from nip to waist.  “What took us so long to do this?”  I asked.

Despite the rhetorical question Ehsan answered.  “I wanted you the first time we met and secretly hoped I wouldn’t get the job so we could do something.  You too Kent; you drove Al to the meeting and saw him to the door when he was still in physical therapy.”  Don’t get me started about the embarrassment of ‘cardiac rehab’ to a middle-aged gym devoté!  “I thought you two were the hottest newcomers to the city I had seen.”

Kent had discarded Ehsan’s shirt on the same chair as his precisely-folded jacket.  I was salivating for the glutes I’d yet to see but remembered; the fine globes that had shone in well-tailored suit trousers and the occasional khakis to say nothing of tennis shorts.  The very noticeable bulge had proved an understatement of the big fat cut dark brown dick with a beautiful huge purple mushroom head when it was hard; the irrational hope that Ehsan’s glutes would be more impressive now that his dick was hard passed through my mind.  I was hard as a rock; and so were Kent and Jef; I could see and enjoyed the sight of three aroused studs in my bedroom.

“Two and a half years Ehsan.  We have a lot of time to make-up!” Kent told him.

Jef was going to town on Ehsan’s big boner; Ehsan suddenly sucked in a loud breath and stopped him by pushing him off.  “Go easy; I don’t want to finish before we start!”

I pulled Jef back farther and he pulled down my shorts and swallowed me instead.  “My gain,” I laughed.

“Fuck I really could have blown my wad fast; he’s some cock-sucker!”

I gave Jef’s short-haired head a rub.  “He’s lots of things we love him for (yeah I said it; the l-word!), including being one of the best cardiac surgeons in the country.”

Ehsan had set to work undressing Kent.   He’d neatened his own shirt on the chair as he’d added Kent’s polo shirt and shorts to them.  My comment stopped him.  I’d pulled off and discarded my own polo; my “racing stripe” was visible to Ehsan for the first time.  He looked startled as if he’d put two and two together.

“Did Jef — ?“  He didn’t finish the sentence; he just pointed to my badly scarred torso.

I realized how he’d miscomputed and arrived at the non-sequitur.  Running my fingers down the wide swath of ruined skin I said, “Oh, no.  This was two different surgeons’ handiwork over three surgeries in twenty twenty.  I never fucked either of those two bastards!”

Kent momentarily stopped unbuckling Ehsan’s belt as he’d been working to free him from those slacks and boxers and looked intensely at me.  “Those ‘two bastards’ are heroes who saved your life.  You wouldn’t be here to fuck THIS hot piece of ass,” he reached around and gave Ehsan’s left glute a firm enough squeeze that he jumped, “If it wasn’t for them!”

Ehsan smiled.  “Then they are heroes to me also!”  Then he returned to Kent and slowly removed his boxer briefs careful to work around Kent’s enormous hard sick with his own belt dangling open.

When Kent stepped out of his underwear he returned to Ehsan’s smart-looking belt slacks, unbuttoned, and pushed them to a puddle on the floor.  He grinned devilishly and bent to retrieve them.  “Let me get these folded neatly; we don’t want our neat-freak distracted now do we?” he joked at Ehsan’s expense.

Ehsan meanwhile was distracted (dick-stracted) by Kent’s gargantuan hard-on which he’d freed from Kent’s stretched and already-wet boxer briefs.  “Man!” he nearly moaned looking at it.

Kent turned back after placing Ehsan’s slacks neatly folded on the chair and put his hands out to push him down by his wide shoulders.  “Suck it!”

“Beautiful!” he exclaimed and gently stroked the length of Kent and weighed his heavy balls with a caress as he sunk to his knees.  Then he rubbed his face against the length of Kent’s pole and moaned.  Finally as Ehsan opened very wide and took a third of Kent’s rod in his mouth Kent agreed looking down.  “Beautiful indeed!”  Then he clasped both his big hands on Ehsan’s head and began face-fucking him without hesitation.

Ehsan’s position on his knees also had his beautiful glutes pushed back and out.  While Jef polished my knob and Ehsan worked Kent’s I struggled get Ehsan’s CK boxer briefs off him and expose his beautiful behind.

His hole was surprisingly hairy juxtaposed with shiny butt-cheeks.  As Kent face-raped him I’d get glimpses of Ehsan’s tight pucker among the densest thatch of black hair.  Jef’s awesome cock-sucking and that sight of Ehsan’s manly hole had me racing to the edge almost before I realized it; maybe it was the amazing sight of my husband brutally throat-spearing our visitor too.

I shoved Jef back hard and knocked him on his ass.  “What the — “ he sputtered.

“Sorry stud but that’s two of us you almost got to blow prematurely.”

“One of you fuck this bitch; there’s a hole we need opened!” Kent said with his fingers knotted in Ehsan’s short hair still slamming into his face.

Only fair to offer first dibs to Jef; he’d not gotten any attention anyway and his dick was dripping.  “I’ll get it good and wet for you,” I helpfully offered and dove to my knees and was again thankful for the carpet in our bedroom on my aging knees.

Ehsan got his knees out wider while Kent continued to abuse his mouth and throat.  I got my face in Ehsan’s hairy crack and felt my balls buzz from the fur and from the strong manly scent; clean but sweaty like you’d expect after a hard workout.  In other words; fucking hot!

“Lick his pits!” I ordered Jef.  I bet they’d be as aromatic.

“You’re a damn good dick-sucker Ehsan.  Why the fuck did we waste two years waiting to use this cock-whore Al?” my husband asked rhetorically.

I couldn’t answer anyway and gave the best muffled grunt I could from amid those glorious glutes.  When I got my tongue inside him I was rewarded with a push back to show he liked it; and a taste of mouthwash in that chute.  Ehsan had come to the game clean as a whistle and ready to play; and I respected players who did!

“This bitch douched with mouthwash!” I said looking up at Kent.

Ehsan attempted a response but Kent’s clamped grip on his head and slamming his huge rod down Ehsan’s throat didn’t allow it; the choking, gagging, and grunting continued uninterrupted.  “Enjoy it as an appetizer; the next taste from that hole will be someone’s ball scum!” Kent said among grunts of his own.

“His fuckin’ pits are amazing!” Jef chimed in.  He’d scurried under Ehsan in a way that he was on his back with one leg between Ehsan’s knees and the other splayed to the side.  I had an idea.

I continued to feast on Ehsan’s hole but also reached out and grabbed his rigid pole and swiped until I confirmed there was a ton of pre-cum drooling out of his head.  With a handful of it I swiped it over and into Jef’s hole; Jef reacted but kept eating Ehsan’s pit voraciously.  I took the splayed-out leg and pulled it up and left Ehsan’s hole to concentrate on getting him into Jef.  I got hold of Ehsan’s big hard fat dick again and pulled roughly until he scooted his knees forward enough that I made contact with his tip at Jef’s hole.

“Fuck yeah!” Jef exclaimed and scooted back.  Ehsan made some louder grunt sound and maybe tried to say the same.  Then he thrust his groin forward and into Jef’s slicked hole.  “OH FUCKIN’ HELL that’s big!” Jef cried out.

I got my face back into Ehsan’s sweaty crack and savored as best I could; his thrusting was making it hazardous for my face.  And he was thrusting into Jef and working more of his length into him as he did.  The amazing smell of his ass alone was making me need to fuck something; NOW!

I gave up on eating him out and got behind and shoved myself into Ehsan’s saliva-lubed hole.  If Jef was jealous of me reneging on suggesting he be first in our guest’s butt he didn’t show it.

Ehsan was tight and screamed around Kent’s continuing oral assault but also thrust back onto my hard-on; or maybe he was just fucking Jef and my cock was shoved in there already.  I didn’t care and began thrusting balls-deep as his back-thrusts made it easy.

Jef had continued cussing and grunting as Ehsan went to town on his hole.  “Feels like a foot-long pole ramming in me!”  Hyperbole but not all that far off.  “Fuck yeah bro; fuck me harder!”

“FUCK that’s hot!” Kent and I exclaimed together; then we both laughed.  I leaned forward and we shared an awkward rough kiss as we both pounded Ehsan and he bucked on me, into Jef and kept sucking Kent voraciously.  His growls were almost as hot as the smell of his sweat.

Jef knows both of us exceptionally well after months of fucking.  He reached up while he was getting slammed and grabbed Kent’s balls and pulled and squeezed.

“OH FUCK YEAH!” Kent cried momentarily breaking our kiss before returning.  As we continued kissing he moaned louder and thrust harder into Ehsan’s mouth and then a final long scream into my mouth as his whole body went tense.

I knew he was a second away from blowing and that pushed me over the edge.  With a few fast merciless jabs I planted myself as far as I could inside Ehsan and rode with his thrusts into Jef.  Kent and I both unloaded together now with our heads back and yelling.  As I pumped my cream into Ehsan’s hot tight channel I inhaled the thick stench of male sweat and pheromones from all four of our unique smells and just kept cumming.

Then I felt Ehsan’s tight pussy getting tighter around my dick and his body tensing.  Jef cried out, “FUCK I feel it getting thicker inside me.  FUCKKKKKKKKK!”

And then Ehsan was grunting around Kent’s still-planted dick and his body seizing and spasming.  He finally broke free and threw his head back and howled.

Jeff howled also.  “FUCK that’s hot!  Oh fuck; he’s a shooter!  Fuckin’ FILL ME!”

Kent and I were panting and gave each other a final long kiss as we felt every blast out of Ehsan into Jef.  When we broke our kiss those two were still moaning.

“Dibs on eating out Jef’s drenched cunt!” I called.

“Dibs on eating your delicious load out of Ehsan,” Kent countered with a broad grin.

“He tasted amazing before the icing,” I affirmed.  That was when I realized Jef’s torso was splattered with his load he’d apparently shot!  “And we can all share Jef’s load he blew all over himself!”

Ehsan found his voice.  “FUCK!  You really did cum when I was inside you.  I thought I felt your hole tighten.  This was so much hotter than I whacked-off thinking about all this time!”

We all laughed.  Jef said, “First time I hooked-up with these guys I was hooked for sure on the sex.  Be careful Ehsan; you’ll be like me and hopelessly in love with them before you know it.”

Ehsan said, “I might already be there.  The way they barbecued me — “

Kent and I laughed.  “I think you mean spit-roasted,” my husband corrected.

“Whatever it was I want more if you’ll give it.”

Jef the diligent medic chimed-in: “Let’s hydrate and get some protein in us for the next round.” Ehsan and I both started to say something but Jef beat us to it.  “MORE protein for Ehsan that is,” and we all laughed.  “I know how much Kent shoots!”

“Loads more where that came from.  But Jef’s right — some water and some food first.”

“Yeah, right after I get my appetizer,” I said as I claimed Jef’s gaping hole and began slurping.  Kent threw Ehsan over and did the same to him.  If Jef’s slimy cunt was half as good as Jef’s hydration and fuel might be delayed.