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Charles
by kewtieboy [kewtieboy@hotmail.com]
***
When her black boyfriend two-timed her, Tricia
married me on the rebound. Then suddenly he was back
and as horny for her as ever and it looked like even
I couldn't stop him from having his way with her.
[MMF, reluc, bi, mast, oral, anal, intr, voy, cuck,
mc]
***
Some might find me a wimp and some might say I should
"man up" but the story I want to write here excites
me too much. It also disgusts me as I don't feel it
should excite me. It showed me a side of my character
I didn't even know existed and a part of my wife was
uncovered that was also new to me.
I need to change names as many would call me a fool
but don't tell me some of you guys haven't thought
like this.
To start I need to go back to the heady days at
senior school. A mixed bunch of high school kids,
just turned 18 and looking forward to college and
university. Our hormones were firing on all cylinders
and guys were doing sport just to attract girls while
girls spent their time trying to look disinterested
in the guys.
My name is Liam and at 18, though I realise I was
quite attractive, I didn't feel it. I wasn't
comfortable around girls and never had the right
words to say. This brought howls of laughter from
others in the group. The total number in our set was
probably about eight, five guys and four girls but
that fluctuated as guys met other girls and brought
them in and girls met other guys.
We hung around, did bars, had picnics, played a bit
of sport with or without the girls. Sometimes the
group diminished in size for short periods as people
met new boy or girlfriends and felt they had outgrown
us, but when it all went belly-up they came back.
There was one girl I was madly in love with and that
girl was Tricia. She wasn't model material but
something about her drove me wild. She was around
five feet six inches medium built but with generously
sized breasts which made her very popular. Her fair
hair was quite long and she had a habit of flicking
it back when it fell over her eyes.
I loved the way she flicked! Now Tricia, unlike the
other girls was quite sexually precocious, constantly
flirting with the other guys and rumour had it, she
was one of the few to actually give out quite
willingly. Though the others would allow an amount of
sexual contact they made it hard work for us sexually
charged guys who wanted to do nothing but get our
rocks off!
Though Tricia, like all the other girls, talked to me
within the group, my passion for her went unnoticed.
I had been with a one girl by now called Lisa who was
a plumper than girls I would normally be attracted to
but she had happily taken my virginity just a few
months before. Much as I enjoyed the sex, I didn't
really find Lisa sexually exciting.
My eyes were on Tricia and each time I joined the
clan she was in, she would flirt madly and disappear
with one of the other guys. Our group was full of
stories about how wild she was at sex and how
experimental she was. Here I was, a five feet ten
inch, skinny guy with short, dark hair with enough
red filaments to give me a little cluster of freckles
across my nose and some red pubes which looked a
little odd with dark chest hair.
On the weekend I had decided to ask Tricia out one of
the other girls brought a new guy into the group. His
name was Charles, not Charlie, definitely Charles.
Now I can imagine what you're thoughts are of a
"Charles" but this guy was a six feet, athletic
Nigerian whose father was an oil company executive.
His skin was so dark his teeth looked like
fluorescent lights. His face structure was that of a
model and his personality was larger than he was. He
turned heads, especially the girls and especially
Tricia. I didn't ask her out!
Within three weeks Tricia was hanging out with
Charles and the stories were rife that he was not
only shagging her senseless but he was so well
endowed the girls were all panting and trying to find
the tiny details about just how large his cock was.
Tricia had a smile on her face most of the time and I
was miserable. When I got home after we had all met,
I would beat off thinking what it looked like to see
Tricia with her legs in the air and his massive cock
stretching her cunt as he fucked her ruthlessly.
Of course Charles wasn't monogamous and was
discreetly shagging the other girls too. All regaled
stories about his filthy mind and experimental habits
and, of course, his big cock. One Saturday, about
four months after Charles had appeared, I arrived at
the coffee bar for our regular meet and found Tricia
in tears.
"He's a bastard, a selfish miserable bastard," she
was saying to her closest friend Marie.
"He just wanted someone to fuck and after he got
bored he started fucking everyone else – including
you!"
Marie looked embarrassed.
"But Tricia, I didn't think you were serious about
him and you talked so much about how wild he was and
his big... thing. When he came on to me I just
couldn't help it."
Tricia wailed again.
"I think I loved him," she said.
"Are you sure you didn't love his dick more?" said
Marie.
Tricia saw me and smiled.
"Why aren't more guys like Liam here. He's dependable
and wouldn't double cross a girl, would you Liam?"
I blushed and said I wouldn't.
"Fancy going out Liam," said Tricia.
"Um. Yes I'd love to!"
That was it. I went out with Tricia on the rebound
and we went back to her parent's house the following
night while they were out and I had the most amazing
shag I had ever had. Well out of the two I had had,
it was the best. Tricia was a horny woman and a bit
too much to handle for a semi-virgin. I managed to
cum way too quickly but was so horny I came twice
more anyway so the sex lasted all evening.
Tricia showed me off as her new beau and particularly
to Charles where she emphasised how important a loyal
and honest boyfriend was to a girl. From that
accidental event, Tricia and I became an item and
stayed together right through university until we
married when we were both 22. That was four years
ago.
Since then we have only had eyes for each other. We
kept in touch with a few of the others especially
Marie and another friend of Tricia's, Clare. No kids,
though not for the want of trying and tests had shown
that there was nothing wrong, though my sperm count
was lower than expected. Sex over the last twelve
months had slowed a little and had, if I'm being
honest, become a little bit functional. I had taken
to having a wank when I was alone to keep myself
going when I wasn't getting any and during the odd
argument Tricia had taken to saying I wasn't as much
a sexual beast as I used to be. I never thought I was
in the first place but those were her words, not
mine.
Moving on, Marie called one evening to say that a few
of the gang wanted to have a night out. No cars so we
could have a few drinks. Were we up for it! We were
definitely up for it. I had my Tricia to show off and
was quite looking forward to it.
On the evening we went for a couple of drinks first
then headed to the venue, a noisy student bar in
town. There were about eight of the original group
there and we enjoyed the reminiscing when I noticed
the tall black guy approaching. It was Charles. Worse
still he was better looking than ever, smartly
dressed in expensive looking jeans, a smart Oxford
cotton designer shirt, open necked and sporting that
smile as he approached.
I took the bull my the horns and walked forward with
my hand out saying, "Charles, how good to see you?"
"Hi Liam, hi guys!"
There were hugs and kisses all round and I saw
Tricia's face freeze. I assumed that she was still
bloody furious with him but saw her look him up and
down and I thought I saw lust!
Charles was doing all right, studying for a law
degree and obviously still living well on daddy's
money. The girls were all salivating and I found
myself looking him up and down. The front of his
jeans showed a lump that confirmed the size of its
contents and my thought again went back to that dream
I used to conjure up of him fucking Tricia.
It was a long time since I had seen Tricia really
sexually excited and I even wondered if she had been
faking it when I thought she was having a climax. She
was sizing him too and I noticed the girls, and some
of the guys, looking at the hulk of perfect manhood.
He was strong-willed and took control of the
conversation, easily chatting to all around him. I
felt like that wimpy lad again and my brain drifted
off and away from the general conversation.
"That would be great. It would be lovely to catch up
on old times Tricia."
I heard him say the words but only the word "Tricia"
brought me to my senses.
"That would be good wouldn't it Liam," said Tricia.
"Oh em yes," I replied unsure what was good.
"I'll give you a call then Charles, there's so much
more I want to find out about you," said Tricia.
My heart dropped and I assumed we had arranged to see
him again.
It was about two weeks later when Tricia told me she
had arranged for us to meet Charles for dinner in a
gastro pub about a mile from us. He, and we, would
taxi there so we could relax and have a few drinks. I
was full of woe.
Charles said he would pay so that was good and, to be
honest, the evening went well until we hit the third
bottle of wine. Charles' conversation jokingly turned
to Tricia's promiscuity back in the high school days.
She took it in her stride and pointed out that she
wasn't the only one screwing everything on two legs.
They giggled back and forth until he suddenly said,
"There was no fuck as good as you. You were the only
one who took me without complaint."
Tricia was oblivious to my awkwardness but I was also
oddly stimulated by the conversation, hoping I might
hear some of the actual details of their sex which
Tricia had never told me.
"Do you remember the time we went back to Rose's
house and her and her guy, was it Craig... yes that's
it, they were shagging on the next bed and she looked
at me and said she fancied a bit of my cock. She
jumped over and pushed you back to straddle me and
try to take my cock but couldn't. Her guy came over
and watched as she tried to suck me and then she
grabbed his head and made him do it. The poor guy was
so embarrassed until she told him unless he did he
wasn't getting any more. He sucked better than she
did and I blew my load over the poor guy's face. God
we laughed!"
I was horrified to say the least. Tricia had had a
foursome of sorts, and had witnessed a guy blowing
her boyfriend and never thought to mention it. I was
quiet. The trouble is, my cock was brick hard and I
had no idea why.
During the evening Charles told us both he was moving
across town the following week as his landlord wanted
the flat back. He was going to be staying in a hotel
for three days as the new lease didn't start until
the beginning of the new month and there was a three
day shortfall.
"You could stay with us in the spare room Charles,
couldn't he darling?"
Tricia looked at me with her white dazzling teeth and
made it patently obvious that the answer I had to
give was "yes."
After a few sentences of, "Oh I couldn't possibly
trouble you," and a few, "Don't be silly we'd love to
have you stay," it was set that Charles would stay
from Friday to Monday the following weekend.
The evening continued with Tricia and him reminiscing
rather openly about some of the places they had "done
it," while I smiled quietly in the background.
When we were home, both a little worse for wear
Tricia said to me, "Charles hasn't changed too much
has he? He's a little better built but he's still as
sexy as he ever was."
"I thought you hated what he did to you," I asked.
"Oh Liam, that was ages ago. It'll be just like old
times next week won't it?"
As we climbed into bed, I wondered just how much like
old times it would be. Tricia nuzzled up to me and
kissed me. I responded. I was randy but I couldn't
get the phrase "shop soiled goods" out of my head. It
turned me on to think this guy knew her as well as I
did. When my fingers found her slit she was wet and
panting and I was sure I wasn't the one who had put
her into that state.
One thing, I would make damned sure I got the benefit
from it. I fucked Tricia like a madman that night
both missionary and doggy and she was as abandoned as
I could ever have remembered. That night she
definitely came!
As I fucked I wondered how she would be with the
'real' Charles fucking her rather than the substitute
one currently embedded into her cunt from the rear.
Was there an unbridled whore inside her waiting to be
fucked relentlessly by a big black cock? Worse, as I
pumped my cum into her my head was full of the
thoughts of holding that cock as it fucked her.
After sex we both fell asleep but I knew I had to
talk to her before the weekend.
The Friday was coming up fast. Charles had advised
that the furniture he had was being moved to the
garage at his new place so there was only him and a
couple of suitcases coming.
Over a bottle of wine on the Wednesday I said to
Tricia, "If you were still single, would you let
Charles fuck you again?"
"Oh Liam what a silly question, I'm married."
"Let me phrase that again then Tricia, does the
thought of his cock get you excited?"
"Stop it Liam, he's just an old friend."
"He's an old friend who still wants to get in your
pants."
"Well it's not going to happen. Anyway how could it
happen as you'll be here all the time so I can't get
up to anything."
"You managed to get up to something when that Craig
guy was present if I'm to believe the story about him
sucking Charles off."
She went silent as though thinking about it and then
said, "It was kind of exciting at the time but I was
a different girl then."
"Are you?" I asked.
"You're getting turned on by all this aren't you?"
she asked. "You like the idea of him flirting with me
and maybe you want to suck some black cock."
I blushed and it was my turn to struggle for an
answer.
"I'm your husband for God's sake, so why would I want
another man to fuck you?"
"Mm, why indeed? she said.
We didn't discuss it again but I managed another
great fuck that night. That was twice in one week so
maybe Charles was adding some spice to our life.
When I returned from work on the Friday night Tricia
was dressed simply but definitely sexily. Tight faded
jeans and a flimsy white top which showed her tiny
little bra and accentuated her breasts. She smelled
good too.
"Charles has texted to say he'll be here in twenty
minutes. He was.
We ate and had a few drinks, and Charles had brought
half a dozen bottles of assorted wines including a
champagne. We drank well and ended up with Tricia on
the sofa, me sitting on the arm and Charles stretched
on a bean bag. I put the iPod on and when the strains
of "Achy Breaky Heart," came on Charles jumped up.
"Remember our terrible attempts at line dancing?"
Tricia laughed as he offered his hand and she stood,
kicked off her shoes and the pair of them started an
"out of synch" line dance giggling and laughing as
Tricia stumbled in her inebriated state. The next
song was a slow number and the pair of them changed
pace as he danced with her. When that finished,
Tricia said she wanted to get a bit more comfortable
as her jeans were a bit tight and padded into the
bedroom.
"I think I might put on some sleep shorts and a t-
shirt too," said Charles.
Tricia was back in five minutes wearing the oversize
t-shirt she loved lazing in around the house and
Charles arrived back, bare footed and dressed equally
casually.
"Go on Liam, get comfortable," said Tricia.
I went off and found out knee length shorts and a t-
shirt and pulled them on before returning to the
lounge. Charles was sitting on the arm of the sofa
where I had been and Tricia lay stretched out. The t-
shirt had ridden up and I could see her panties. I
tried to catch her eye but she was too busy chatting
to Charles to notice. I sat on the chair and let them
chatter away.
As Charles half-stood, his bottom leaning on the sofa
arm, I was aware of the shape of his cock in the
shorts. It looked huge. I was sure it wasn't erect
though it may have been partly swollen but it seemed
to me to be about seven or eight inches and as thick
as my forearm. I felt my cock stir and had to move my
leg to cover it. As he spoke he would pat her leg and
gently rub her calves and foot.
"You're a lucky man Liam, having such a beautiful
girl as Tricia on tap." He turned to her and said, "I
think about our times a lot."
I saw a definite jump in his cock when he said that.
"Do you ever miss what I gave you?" he asked her.
The alcohol was talking and Tricia smiled and said,
"You gave me quite a lot and I'll bet it hasn't
shrunk any!"
"No it hasn't and it has some fond memories as you
were one of the few girls who never complained about
the size. I don't suppose Liam here is a match is
he?"
He looked at me in a pitiful way and smiled. His eyes
looked back and forth at the two of us.
"We were jealous beasts in those days, all those
hormones and testosterone running around. I suppose
we're all less possessive now."
I knew what he was implying but wasn't sure if he was
asking to take Tricia to bed, looking for a threesome
or just simply trying to get me annoyed. Tricia
seemed oblivious to it though but I wasn't so sure
she hadn't felt the heavy sexual tension in the air.
Maybe he didn't know where this was going himself and
was just testing to see what we would do.
I did nothing.
"Liam here isn't the jealous type," said Tricia.
"He's not your usual macho-type, are you love?"
"Wouldn't you get upset if a guy tried to get inside
your wife's pants, Liam?"
"Of course I would," I replied trying to be forceful.
"Would it not turn you on just a little bit to think
she was your wife and another guy had a hard cock
thinking about fucking her?"
He looked down and his cock jumped up. It was now
noticeably standing up in the thin fabric of his
shorts. Tricia couldn't see it as he was sitting
open-legged facing in my direction. I had to assume
it was for my benefit.
I was quiet again.
"What if Tricia said you could watch her getting some
and maybe even have a wank while it happened?"
Tricia looked at me and I detected anticipation in
her face. She wanted him to fuck her. I could see the
look. She was wet and I was the only person stopping
her. I wondered if I did stop it, would she slip out
of bed when I was asleep and do it anyway. She knew I
slept soundly.
"I need another drink," I said. "Anyone else?"
"More wine darling," said Tricia, as her eyes dropped
and she saw Charles' stiff cock for the first time
that night. "Charles, you are naughty."
"You always got me going Tricia but I'm aware Liam
got you and I didn't. My cock's got a good memory and
I suppose it's thinking of good times."
I came back into the room from the kitchen and he
addressed me. "Have you never wondered exactly what
Tricia and I did? Have you never been excited at the
thought of another man having sex with her and
wondered if she enjoyed it as much as she did with
you? Have you ever wanted to see her excited with
another man?"
He almost whispered the last couple of sentences.
"We could fulfil that fantasy for you Liam. I think
Tricia wants to and I have a feeling your cock is
rigid in your pants right now."
As I walked past him, he squeezed the front of my
shorts and my semi-hard cock jumped almost as much as
I did.
"I know the answer!" he said.
His hand wandered up Tricia's leg, under her loose t-
shirt and she laid her head back and gasped making no
attempt to stop him. I sipped my wine while sitting
opposite the show on the couch. He moved steadily up
her legs and reached his target as Tricia exhaled
loudly. I could only imagine his fingers stroking the
front of her panties and rubbing her clit through the
fabric.
My breathing was coming in gasps and my heart was
pounding. He slid from the arm to the sofa, lifting
and spreading her legs open so only he could see in
between them and all the way up to her panties. He
rolled over and stretched up to kiss Tricia fully on
the lips. She said nothing but responded
passionately, her arms coiling around him. My cock
hurt!
He lifted the oversized t-shirt off and over her
head, leaving her topless and in her little pair of
lacy panties. I couldn't see but assumed they would
be very damp. He kissed her breasts in turn and
lifted them upwards towards his large lips, sucking
her nipples and then licking around them. Neither of
them looked at me.
His own t-shirt came off revealing his athletic body
as he kissed his way down her torso and his face then
disappeared between Tricia's legs. Sideways all I
could see was the top of his curly black hair bobbing
up and down as he licked between her legs, his hands
pushing the panties aside to allow his tongue into
her. Of course, I was looking at this sideways so
could not see the actual sexual contact which made it
even more erotic. Tricia was whimpering.
Charles slid his shorts down and stood up,
deliberately turning so that I was given a full view
of his cock. I guessed it had to be ten inches long
and thick. It couldn't stand to a full erection as
the weight made it droop stiffly downwards. His
testicles were out of proportion in that they looked
small for such a big organ. He smiled when I looked
at it.
He whispered, "I want you to have a ringside seat
when I do it. I want you up close and smelling the
sex, do you hear me?"
When I said nothing, still looking stunned, he
snapped much more loudly, "Do you hear me?"
I nodded dumbly.
"Good."
Tricia's pants came off and she was naked too. He
swung her around so that she was sitting properly on
the sofa facing me and he knelt down to drink between
her legs, his bottom facing me and I saw his
arsehole, slightly open and dark purple, looking in
my direction. I wondered for a moment how a man could
ever take another man's cock in that little ring. He
stood her up and led her to the bedroom leaving me in
the lounge, still clothed.
I sat dumbly listening as Tricia was teased and
excited, her little gasps of pleasure wafting back
through. Not watching was almost as exciting as
watching.
I dragged myself to my feet and went to the room. He
was on top, his arse still facing me as he kissed her
lips and neck. His bottom rising and falling in an
automatic motion emulating the sex to follow. I slid
my shorts down and pulled my t-shirt off, watching
from the door and stroking my cock.
I felt excited, humiliated, dirty and jealous. He was
astride her shoulders now, his cock looking obscenely
large lying across her face. I was at an angle and
could see the action. He raised himself and offered
his cock to her mouth and with her left hand
steadying it, she tried to stuff as much in as she
could. She rolled his foreskin back and sucked the
purple head, cupping his balls with her other hand.
"God you're a sexy bitch. I bet you've missed my big
cock. Did you think of it while he fucked you?"
I saw Tricia's head nod ever so slightly.
"Come here and watch her getting the fucking of her
life white boy," he said.
I walked to the end of the bed. He stood and turned
to face me, towering over my smaller frame.
"Suck it. Suck her saliva off my cock!"
I looked at him, my eyes watering slightly and looked
at the lust in Tricia's eyes. He put his hand on my
head and pushed me to my knees. I wanted it. I had to
have the thing that was going to service my wife
inside me. I put the head in my mouth and he started
to forcefully push causing me to gag. He pulled back
and let me find my own pace. I started sucking as
though I was hungry animal. I needed his flesh in my
mouth. Somewhere at the back of my mind the thought
of "maybe one day he'll put it inside my hole"
registered even though I couldn't see any way it
would ever fit it.
He pulled it out and whipped it across my face
leaving saliva-laden streaks.
"I'm going to fuck her and you're going to be licking
her cunt as I do it."
I stroked my cock frantically. I felt as though I had
taken a drug and my head was bursting with euphoria
as it took effect.
He made me lie on the bed, then asked Tricia to
straddle me in a "sixty-nine" position and suck my
cock. He went behind her and his cock was once again
in my face along with Tricia's trim cunt.
"Lick her out," he commanded.
I complied, my tongue slurping into her soaking cunt.
As I did so, his cock appeared and only two inches
away, I watched it start to enter her vagina. Only
the head slid in at first and as he tried to push
more and more I started to lick his cock and Tricia's
cunt.
The juices and my saliva were everywhere and I
couldn't get enough of the flesh and fluids being
presented to me. It took about ten minutes but soon
me was embedded into my wife. He started to fuck in
earnest and I had to stop Tricia before she had a
mouthful of my cum. His fucking was rough and
relentless and I was feeling hot down there between
Tricia's legs, her fluids dripping on to my face.
Tricia came. It sounded nothing like I had ever
managed to make her do. Charles' pace changed too and
as my tongue tried to lick his cock I felt the pump
of his fluids entering my wife. He groaned a really
guttural sound as his pace slowed. When he stopped,
his cock slid out and landed, covered in cum and
juices, on my face.
I wanked furiously as cum dripped out of Tricia and
landed on my lips. As I came, I allowed his sperm to
enter my mouth and at the point of ejaculation
actually stuck my tongue into her to drink as much as
I could manage. I had tasted my own but never another
man's before but mixed with my wife's juices it
tasted like nectar.
Charles climbed off and used a tissue to wipe his
cock. He threw the box to me.
"How was that pussy boy?" he said.
I half smiled.
He turned to Tricia and said, "Was it as good as you
remember?"
She beamed a smile which said it all.
If Charles felt awkward after the sex, he showed no
sign of it as we sat looking at each other
afterwards.
"It was good to get a chance to share my cock with
both of you," he said. "There's so much more it would
like to do but there's still a couple of nights
before I move out."
Tricia looked sideways at me and I looked down at
Charles' cock now limp but still a weapon of mass
destruction, and wondered what he meant.
2.
Next morning Charles was acting as though nothing had
happened and, to be honest, Tricia was also chatting
away as though pretending she hadn't allowed her ex-
boyfriend to shag her in front of me and then
humiliate me by making him suck his cock and then
lick his cum out of my wife. I stayed quiet and ate
my breakfast like a good little boy should.
"I'll see you both later," said Charles as he headed
for the door. "Are we having another night in?"
He winked as he said that and headed out, leaving me
with Tricia.
"You're quiet," she said.
"It's not every day you watch your wife being fucked
by a large black cock," I replied.
"And you hated every minute didn't you" she said a
little sarcastically.
I ate quietly again.
"Well tell me. You cock was as hard as I've ever seen
it and I didn't ask you to lick his cum out of me.
That didn't seem like the actions of a reluctant
husband."
I said little, mainly because I was confused. She was
right, of course. I had loved seeing her being
stimulated and excited by another man. Even more so,
back in our college days I would have paid to see
Charles fucking her so my dreams had come true but
she was my wife now and also I was confused at how
much I had enjoyed actually seeing Charles' cock and
also touching it. I wanted his spunk on my face more
than anything last night and no one had forced me. My
cock was hard yet again and I wondered what the night
coming up would bring.
As it turned out I didn't get the chance. Charles
phoned to say something had come up with a client and
he was the only one available at the weekend to deal
with it so he would be late home and not to wait for
him. I was strangely disappointed and judging by
Tricia's face, I wasn't the only one. We ate quietly
and had a bottle of wine before going to bed. I tried
to instigate sex and she let me kiss and fondle her
before declaring she was tired. I didn't hear Charles
come home.
On the Sunday morning we all breakfasted together and
he apologised, saying he would make it up to us on
that night. He would get the food and cook dinner.
Nothing was said about sex but Tricia decided to have
a long soak in the bath late afternoon and I showered
thoroughly. Wishful thinking on both out parts,
perhaps?
Charles bounced back in, around 6.00pm with steaks,
bags of salad and potatoes for baking. He had a big,
exotic ice cream dessert and a number of chinking
wine bottles. He deposited everything in the kitchen
and went upstairs to shower before returning in
shorts, baggy t-shirt and flip flops. We were all
casually dressed anyway and I went to help him
prepare while Tricia watched the tail end of an old
movie on television.
As we worked in the kitchen Charles cupped the front
of his shorts and said to me, "Did you miss this last
night?"
"Probably Tricia did," I replied.
"And you didn't miss getting your hands on it then
Liam?"
I blushed and concentrated on mixing the salad.
"I'll take that as a yes then," he said. "The night's
young!"
The steak were great, 28 days aged and full of
flavour. The wine was good too and we were soon
chatting away with the conviviality than a few
glasses of good wine creates. Charles slid a blue
pill across to me.
"Viagra, Liam. It's great when you are going to have
sex. Try it!"
"Am I going to have sex Charles?" I said.
"Trust me, you are Liam," he replied. "I took one
earlier and I've got a horn that won't go away."
Tricia looked at me, smiled and said, "Go on, live
dangerously!"
I swallowed the pill.
A light flushing started about 15 minutes later
though I couldn't say I felt horny. Charles had moved
over to Tricia and, while looking at me, deliberately
kissed her fully on the lips, his right hand cupping
hear right breast.
"You don't mind, do you Liam?"
The question was rhetoric as his hand was up her
short skirt and Tricia was flushing as his finger
found it's Mark. My breathing was now slightly
different and my forehead felt hot. Suddenly I felt
my cock rise faster than it had done since I was a
teenager. It stood obscenely in my shorts and Charles
looked across and smiled.
"I see it's ready for business!"
He stood up, dropped his shorts, pulled off his t-
shirt and stood with his thick black cock sticking
straight out from his body.
"So's mine," he said. "Come and suck me Liam. I want
to see you head bobbing up and down on my cock before
I fuck your wife."
It was as though someone was pulling strings and I
was a puppet. I stood as though in a trance, dropped
my own shorts until I was as naked as him and my
smaller cock was like a rod of iron. I walked over
and knelt in front of him, gripping his hard cock and
wrapping my mouth around it. The initial taste of
just skin gave way to a slightly saltier taste as the
pre-cum oozed out from the head and my tongue swirled
under his foreskin to find it. I was horny, more so
than I had been for years. I wanted everything to
happen!
Tricia stripped and stood against Charles slightly to
the side. I took his cock in my hand and pushed it
against her front, the hard flesh pressing into her
skin. She also dropped to her knees and took it in
her mouth, right beside me, sucking and then offering
it to me. I sucked and offered it back. We continued
sucking this rigid member for some five minutes or
so.
He lifted her up and started to kiss her almost
violently, the slurping sounds echoing around the
room interspersed with Tricia's gasping and panting.
Still on my knees I could see his long black fingers
slide into her wet cunt, stretching and probing. I
knelt, watching, stroking my own cock which was so
hard, it hurt.
He led Tricia through to the room as he had done the
last time, making no reference to me and left me
where I was on the floor. I meekly followed.
Tricia was pushed down on the bed and he knelt before
her pushing her legs apart and pressing his mouth to
her gaping cunt. Her legs were almost obscenely up in
the air in a "V" shape as he did this and I walked
around, cock in hand to watch closely as he worked on
her gaping slit with his long tongue.
Tricia was whimpering, the sound rising and falling
as his tongue played with her clitoris. I decided to
attempt to involve myself so climbed on to the bed to
offer my cock to her mouth. She wrapped her lips
around it and started to suck but I felt her
attention was more focused on Charles and his long
tongue than on my cock.
"Fuck her," he suddenly said.
"What?" I responded, not sure if I had heard him
correctly.
"I want to watch you fuck her," he insisted.
I climbed off the bed and lifted Tricia into a more
normal, missionary position for fucking.
"Do her doggy," he commanded.
I did as I was told and Tricia swung around on all
fours while I climbed on her back and steadily slid
my cock in her hole.
"Yea that's great. Fuck her hard and let me hear her
cum," he said.
I started to pump into Tricia and felt Charles' hand
on my buttocks, pushing me. His fingers started to
probe downwards and he pushed against my hole. It
hurt and I said so. Charles likes to get what he
wants so he withdrew his fingers and I continued to
fuck. It was no more than 30 second before I felt the
coldness of KY lubricant on my hole and his finger
pushing in once again.
It was strangely exciting and for some reason
actually increased my erection so I tried as hard as
I could to relax and let him finger me. As the
lubricant softened he was able to slide in and out
much more easily until I was aware of a slight
stretching. I told him he was hurting.
"I'm not surprised mate, I've got three fingers in
you!"
That news actually excited my and I fucked Tricia all
the more, using all my experience to try to bring her
to a climax. She was enjoying the fuck, I was sure,
but I just couldn't get her to orgasm. I slowed to a
steadier pace and felt Charles climb on the bed, I
assumed to take over. I was wrong. I felt his cock
against my hold and the push of hard black flesh
attempting to enter me.
"I don't think I manage..."
That was as far as I got before the head of his cock
pushed into me and I yelled. I tried to pull back but
I was embedded in Tricia at the front and he was at
the back, his hand firmly holding my hips.
"Be patient," he said.
He held his cock stead and the initial shock eased.
"Keep fucking her and I'll hold my cock steady," he
said.
I did that and found a weird pleasure as my cock slid
into Tricia and as I pulled back, I impaled myself on
Charles. The pain took on a new dimension and had a
stimulating quality to it until I was ramming hard
into Tricia and hard back into Charles. I had no idea
how much of his cock was in me but it felt like the
whole ten inches was inside me. It probably wasn't
but my poor hole was stretched in a way it was never
meant to be.
I was going to cum and I told him so.
"No you fucking ain't," he said and stopped, pulling
his cock out.
He pulled me off Tricia and immediately sunk his cock
straight inside her. Once more I was on the sidelines
watching and wanking. I had an idea and took the KY
squeezing a dollop on my finger and rubbed it on his
arse.
"You can finger but you're not fucking, ok?" he said.
I fingered his hole. He was tight and I struggled to
get more than one finger inside him, however I found
his upward thrusting on to my finger erotic.
Tricia easily managed to orgasm with Charles inside
her. Her nails dug in his back and she called out for
him to fuck her harder as she almost screamed to
climax. I was close too and so wanted to cum.
I moved behind him and pressed my cock against his
arse as he continued to fuck Tricia, just stroking it
up and down against his hole. I was very close now.
He announced his imminent ejaculation into Tricia so
I held my cock and pushed against his arse plunging
into him as I was cumming. My spunk shot pulse and
after pulse of cum inside his hole just as he was
shooting into Tricia and trying very hard to get off
my cock.
I withdrew quite quickly while he was trying to come
down from his orgasm and his language was not very
choice.
"I figured, Charles, that you might enjoy some of the
things you have been offering me over the last couple
of days," I said.
He cursed under his breath and headed for the toilet.
I looked at Tricia and we both burst into laughter.
"I suppose what's good for the goose etc., etc.," she
said and we laughed again.
Charles was quite quiet for the rest of the evening
and when he left the following day there was a curt
farewell and off he went.
I feel really weird about the whole incident
especially my venture into the bisexual side of
things. Tricia said it turned her on. Charles has
made himself scarce and we've started looking on some
of the swingers sites to see if we can find some more
considerate partners. I figure, however, that once he
calms down, we may see even more of Charles in the
future.
END
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