From: marty@ramlink.net (Radioman)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: A Strange Couple/mfm bi anal
Date: Thu, 11 Jan 1996 08:14:16 -0500
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A Strange Couple

By Radioman



   Our company had hired Charlie to work with me in the

offices services department about three months ago. He

seemed like regular guy with a good sense of humor. We'd

been out for a beer or two and no one knew more about sports

than Charlie.



   Last Friday we decided to head over to the happy hour at

Carl's after work. Charlie said that his wife would be

meeting us there. This would be the first time I ever met

Tricia and I was looking forward to seeing what kind of

woman he'd hooked up with.



   We got there about a quarter to six. As we walked in

Charlie said, "There she is." He pointed over to a

dynamite-looking redhead sitting by herself and waving at

us. We stepped over to the table. Charlie did the

introductions.

 

   The table was small and we were all crowded together. Trish

sure was a fox. Bit tits, nice ass, short skirt and low cut

blouse. ‹ If I didn't know that she was married, I'd say

she was out cruising for cock action. Charlie gave me a wink

when he noticed me admiring her. Man, this guy did all right

for himself.

 

   For a while we did the small talk bit about the office and

Charlie's new job. Trish, as she asked me to call her, was

between engagements as a temp worker.



   "Maybe we can get you a job over at our place," I suggested

teasingly.



   "That would be great," she answered. Her went down below

the table top and she gave my leg a squeeze. Friendly at

first, but then she didn't take her hand away. I coughed a

few times to show her I was uncomfortable with this, but her

hand never left my thigh. Charlie had to be seeing this. Yet

there was absolutely no reaction from him.



   "Oooh," Trish squealed, "it would be so much fun working

with my two boys." Her hand then traveled up my leg toward

my stiffening pecker. When she reached it she gave it a

good feel and said, much to my embarrassment, "Gee,

Charlie, he's got a big one."



   What the hell? Charlie didn't bat an eye. Here his wife was

grabbing my crotch and he just sat there like she was

talking about the weather. Her hand got more insistent on my

boner, kneading it, feeling every part of it. It was a good

thing that we were in a corner booth so that no one could

see this little public display of affection.

   

   "I like him, Charlie. So do you. Let's take him home." This

was getting too bizarre for me.



   "Look, folks. I'm not really sure what was going on here

but . . .". I started to get up, unable to think of anything

to say. Trish grabbed my pants and pulled me back into the

seat.



   "Now you just stay right there. Charlie told me all about

you and we think you might be just the one we're looking

for. Please come back to our place." And her voice dropped a

bunch of decibels. "We want to make you feel good."

                         

   I looked over at Charlie, who sat there with this grin.

They were a couple of pervs, that's what. But then again, so

am I. As the shock of their offer wore off, I thought about

it a minute and said, "Ok, let's go." We left there in a

hurry.

   

   Half an hour later I was sitting on their couch naked while

Trish sucked my dick. These people didn't waste time. She

was on her knees in front of me and doing an expert job

inhaling my eight inch tool deep into her throat. Charlie

crouched next to her, jerking off.



   "Wanna help me, Lenny?," he asked.



   "Huh?" What was he saying?



   "Com'n. Jerk me off onto Trish's face." He reached over and

got my hand, then wrapped it around his ample wang. I was so

stunned that I began stroking him off without really

considering what I was doing. He got in real close to Trish,

who by now had my cock in her mouth up to the pubic hair. I

was close to cumming.



   The nearer it was to my sperm launch, the harder I whacked

his dick.



 Trish was great cocksucke‡r who knew what a man wanted

done to his dick. I could feel my load starting and I began

moaning. My hand was blur on Charlie's dick. He looked ready

to shoot, too.

 

   My dick began spurting into Trish's mouth and she made

loud, ostentatious gulping noises. Charlie let loose

simultaneously. His load went all over the side of her face

and neck and hair. Trish didn't miss a drop of my scum, but

Charlie's was making a mess all over her. I kept up my

stroking action, using my thumb on the underside to make

sure all his jism got onto his wife's face.



   Trish took her mouth off my soaked shaft and said, "That

was great. Now lick Charlie's cum off my face and you can

fuck me in my little tight asshole. Wouldn't you like to cum

again up here?" She turned around and spread her cheeks,

showing off her puckered bung. It looked good, but lick

another man's cum?



   "Well," I said, "I dunno about that." Trish turned

around and shoved her cum coated face up against my mouth.



   "Lick it off her," Charlie urged. "You can do it."



   What the hell, I thought. After all, I did jerk him off. So

I cleaned every drop off Trish, lapping like a dog at his

balls. That had to be the most perverted thing I ever heard

of, let alone did. I mean I've had my share of kinky sex,

but this was the limit.



   I finally got her all cleaned off. Trish smiled at me and

said, "Time for your reward now, Lenny. I'm going to get my

asshole ready for your big cock. You're gonna shove your rod

right up my shithole and fuck me good, aren't you." I had to

agree.   



   A jar of Vaseline appeared and Trish applied it liberally

to her butt. Dipping her fingers into the tight aperture,

she worked away, getting it ready for my dick. Carl stood

off to the side with that stupid grin of his. I had never

really noticed it before, but I realized he usually had that

same dumb look on his face.



   Trish finished her preparations and got up on the couch.

Grabbbing her ass cheeks, she spread them wide apart and

invited me in for a juicy ass fuck. I slopped a little

grease on my dick and presented it to her hole. She was

loose as a goose. This bitch had buttfucked plenty. My rod

slid right up to the hilt with very little pressure. I began

pumping away at her bowels, getting them ready for my second

load of the evening.



   "Fuck my ass. Shove it way up me. Fill me with your cum.

Oooh. Aaah." Trish mouthed filth as I banged away.



   "Get ready, Charlie," she moaned. What did that mean?

Suddenly I felt a finger on my asshole, a Vaseline coated

finger that went right up me.



   "Hey, what's going on?," I cried out.



   "Don't stop fucking me, please," Trish begged. "I need

your cock up my asshole. Fuck me. Hurt me. Do it! Now!"



   I got the picture as Charlie's finger's got my asshole

readdy for fucking. Well, if this cunt wanted to be hurt,

she would. I rammed her harder than I've ever rammed anyone

before. Mercilessly I plowed my dick up the shithole with

long, vicious strokes.

 

    I knew what was coming and when I felt the tip of Charlie

cock at my asshole I screamed in pain and fucked Trish even

harder. She was crying now as I twisted my cock every which

way in her ass. How I avoided pulling out an intestine I'll

never know. Charlie managed to get all the way in, too,

corn-holing me while he held onto my shoulders. Christ, it

hurt and felt good at the same time. Just this once I

promised myself and never again.



   My jism was ready to go again and I blasted thick ropes of

cum up Trish's ass. The second I was done I pulled out,

pushing Charlie off and out of me.

   

   "Hey, that's not fair," he yelled.



   "You want fair. I'll give you fair." I grabbed the stunned

Trish by the hair and forced her mouth onto Charlie's slimy

dick.



   "Suck that, you whore," I told her. In her sexual daze she

was like putty and did exactly what I told her. Charlie was

so far gone with the need to cum that he didn't even care

that his lovely wife was sucking a greasy, shitted-up cock.



 I grabbed my clothes and started to get the hell out of

there, wondering what work would be like Monday morning. As

I opened the door, Charlie shoot off with a deep moan.

Trish's lips were up against his pubes and she gobbled the

whole filthy load down. I had to watch; it was like seeing a

car accident. She cleaned off his cock and together they

dropped to the floor and hugged.

 

   I guess it takes all kinds. I split and never went back to

their house. And Charlie asked for and got a transfer the

very next week.



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