Living in NE Washington and working for a high-end car dealer, I met people from all walks of life. One such person was Dr. Allen. He and I became good friends; we would meet for lunch at least once a month, and for a couple of drinks after work a few times a month. I had known him for a year before I met his wife, and that was through other friends.
The friends were actually friends of my wife, a lady she worked with and her husband. My wife and I had an open marriage: don’t ask and don’t tell. We just pledged to be safe. With children at home, we seldom could carry out our sexcapades at home, but we did always let the other know when we wouldn’t be home until late.
Back to friends of friends. Now I knew that the couple my wife introduced me to were sexual partners of my wife. She didn’t tell me, but I knew, just from some remarks she had made about them. They were Perleta and Dave.
Over dinner last Wednesday night, Tamra told me we were invited to a martini party on Saturday night at a friend’s house. There would be four or five couples plus us. Sounded like fun to me. I did ask who would be there over the next two days. All she would tell me was, no one I knew.
Saturday, we had dinner early. After showering and getting ready—casual dress; bring a swimsuit, I also grabbed my pipe and a bag of pot, along with a couple grams of cocaine. I wasn’t sure if they were into drugs, but I always liked to be prepared.
We arrived at the house on the South Hill: expensive, modern, big, four cars in the driveway. Now for the surprise: knocking on the door, and guess who answers and invites us in? Dr. Allen, Roger is his first name, and his beautiful wife, Patti. I was also introduced to Perleta and Dave, then to Carl and his partner Bill; they owned a local jewelry store in town.
The party was roaring along. We all had a couple tokens and a line or two on number two or three martinis. Everyone was talking, telling stories. Patti had been talking to me, basically wanting my life history. Someone asked about the pool: was it heated, could we get in it?
Roger said, “Whenever you want, swimwear is optional,” which caught my attention. I would love to see Patti naked; her tits looked delicious in her low-cut top. Not to mention the other four guys. Dave had a nice bulge, so did Carl. I would love to see them naked.
Patti said, “Dick, will you get in the pool with me?” That was an invite I couldn’t refuse. I said, “Let me get my trunks on.” I grabbed our bag, pulled my Speedo out, I brought the white one; it was almost transparent when wet, and left for the bathroom to change.
When I came out, everyone had left the room, so I headed for the backyard. I could hear voices and water splashing. When I got there, only Carl and Patti were in the pool.
I sat on the edge, soaking my feet and legs to get used to the water. I found the night air cool, but the water felt warm. Patti was submerged to her neck; I could see the top of her tits but couldn’t tell if she had a suit on. Carl was at the other end of the pool. I should mention the pool was painted black, so the lights gave a subtle glow; the backyard lights were off.
I finally slipped into the water when Patti came over and pulled on my leg. She didn’t waste any time. She snuggled right up to me and said, “I like you, Dick.” She took both my hands and placed them on her tits; yes, they were bare. My cock responded immediately, becoming stiff and pushing on the Speedo.
A few moments later Carl swam over and started chatting. Looking down, I could tell he was naked, although I couldn’t see much. I could see that his cock was floating, so not hard. I had moved so that Patti was between us, my hands on her waist, my groin against her bottom.
With Carl telling us about a customer from the jewelry store, Patti had reached behind and wiggled her hand between us and had a hold of my cock, lightly squeezing it. When she slipped it out the leg of my Speedo, I let out an “oh.” Carl looked me in the eye, then climbed out of the pool. He sat on the edge for a minute, his cock on full display, not hard but not exactly flaccid. His cock was nice, looked big and thick, definitely bigger than mine.
I asked where everyone else was. Patti said probably in the game room. Carl said, “Let me see what they’re up to.” He got up, cock swinging, and walked into the house.
Patti turned towards me and planted her lips on mine, tongue pushing against mine. I dropped my hands down to her ass and pulled her tight against me.
That’s when I felt it, a small bulge. I pulled away and looked at her with a surprised expression. Patti said, “Yes, Dick, I have a small cock. Hope you’re not disappointed.” I pulled her in for a passionate kiss as I ground my groin against her groin, telling her, “No, I’m not disappointed; I’m excited.”
As Patti climbed out of the pool, I buried my face in her bottom as I rubbed her penis, helping her sit on the edge of the pool. I slipped her small penis out the side of her suit and started to lick it, grasping her nipples in my thumb and forefinger and twisting and pinching those hard nubs. I sucked her small penis into my mouth as it firmed up to its 3” length and really thin half-inch diameter. Her penis felt like a finger in my mouth. I ran my tongue all around the circumference and under the loose skin; she was not circumcised.
My own cock was now hard as granite, actually sticking out the top of my Speedos, so I just pulled them off, letting my cock loose. When Patti saw what I did, she slipped back into the water, pushing her bottom up against my hardness and grinding until I slipped between her butt cheeks.
I swear it felt like her cheeks were squeezing my cock. She pulled my hands back to her tits, whispered to me, “Dick, can we go to a bedroom and fuck? I want to feel you inside me; won’t you please fuck me?” I asked, “What if we get caught? What will Roger say?” Patti said, “Don’t worry; Roger is fucking Tamra, I’m sure.”
I helped Patti out of the pool. As her bottom reached the edge, I couldn’t resist licking up her crack between her cheeks, over her pink rosebud. When we entered the house, the first thing I heard was the sounds of sex, fucking, moaning, groaning, coming from the playroom.
Patti led me to a bedroom, locking the door as we entered, pushing me onto the bed, dropping to her knees. She started by licking my balls, then my cock. I could feel her humming; it vibrated against my cock. It took only a moment longer, and my cock was in her tight throat. She quickly brought me to the edge of orgasm, only to tightly squeeze my shaft to prevent me from cumming.
I scooted up the bed, propped up a couple of pillows, pulled her up, pulling her around to 69, except I wanted her ass; I wanted to eat her bottom. I started slow, just swiping my tongue over her cheeks and her rosebud, finally settling on her hole, fully tongue-fucking her bottom. Patti was squirming around as I ate her ass, whimpering and begging me to fuck her.
She finally got away from my face, turning around. She spat on my cock, mixing it with the copious amount of pre-cum. She lined me up with her hole and sat down, taking me in all the way. Leaning forward, kissing me as she fucked my cock, every stroke was deep; I could feel my cock push against the back wall of her canal. Every time it hit, she would groan, “Oh fuck.”
Patti was groaning, saying every filthy word I knew, when I felt a wet spot between us; her little cock had spurted. She started yelling, “Cum in me, Dick. I want you to breed me; give me your sperm, cum in me,” and cum I did. I blasted eight squirts deep in her bowels. It was an intense orgasm; I could feel her muscles milking my spent cock. She didn’t stop; she just kept squeezing me until I popped out, followed by a stream of cum.
We lay there making out. I’m not sure how long, but eventually there was a knock on the door, and Roger’s voice: “Are you in here, Patti?”
“Yes,” she answered. “We’ll be out in a minute.” Turning to me, Patti said, “Dick, will you suck me a little bit? I really enjoyed your lips and tongue. Roger rarely sucks me.”
“Of course I will, sweetie.” Propping her up on a couple of pillows, I crawled between her legs, started by licking and lightly sucking on her small nuts, gradually licking up to her tiny penis, engulfing her in my mouth and sucking until she was semi-hard. Licking one finger, I started to rub her tight hole, slightly penetrating her as I sucked her penis. Once my finger was inside her, it was met with the cum I had deposited there. Searching for her prostate, I started to rub and lightly tap on it; her little cock became hard, all 3” of it. Sucking her cock and fingering her prostate, she had a small orgasm, shooting a few dribbles of cum for me to taste. After coming down from the orgasm, we cuddled for a few minutes, then went out to see the others, only to find everyone was naked, as we were.
Everyone was sitting in the family room. Tamra was sitting between Carl and Bill, and she was flushed, her cheeks rosy, her legs slightly open, her pussy also a rosy color, and I could see dried white streaks on her inner thighs, semen, I’m sure. Perleta looked the same; she was between Roger and her husband Dave. They all looked like sex had just ended.
We all sat and chatted, about everything and nothing. Tamra gave me the look: it’s time to go. I said, well, I think we should get going, as it was late, 2 a.m. I stood up; Tamra got up with me. Asked where our clothes were; Roger said he moved everything into a bedroom. After getting dressed, Tamra and I hugged everyone, kisses for Patti and Perleta. Out the door we went.
Tamra was really quiet on the drive home. I did ask her if she enjoyed herself, which she did. She asked me about Patti, saying she didn’t know she was trans until we came out of the bedroom.
At home and in bed, I always like to reclaim my wife after she’s had sex with someone else. I knew she was tired, but I had to, at the very least, taste her, taste the cum she had inside her pussy. I went down on her; at first she tried to stop me, but I was persistent and wanted it. The taste was different; I was sure I could taste three different flavors, but didn’t say anything about it.
The next morning, over breakfast, I asked Tamra who she had sex with last night. She told me she was spit-roasted by Carl and Bill and DP’d in her pussy by Carl and Roger. I said, “Really, the gay guys both played with you?” She said they’re not strictly gay, more bisexual. She asked me about who I fucked. I told her only Patti, and that I was surprised she was trans, but enjoyed her.
Later that day, as I was going through the pockets of the pants from the night before, I found a note from Patti, giving me her phone number and asking me to call her on Monday.
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