Slipping into Depravity Ch. 12

by Eve St. Albert

SAM

I woke up slowly. The bed was shaking. I was aware of it before I was fully conscious, and tried to tune it out. Then soft grunts. I tried to tune that out as well, and return to blackness. But by degrees, wakefulness crept over me.

This wasn't our bed. Wake a little more. What was that shaking. Those noises. Wake more. Last night...

I opened my eyes. Kayley was barely a couple of feet from me, on her back, naked, her legs in the air, in a strange room. A complete stranger was fucking her.

No wait, not a complete stranger.

Leroy.

You'd expect adrenalin, some kind of freak out, bolt upright, shock to the system awareness. But instead, I just watched my wife grunt and gasp in obvious pleasure, surrendering her body, as this near-stranger plowed her again and again. Should I have been freaking out? I wasn't horrified or jealous, I just observed calmly. If anything, I was getting hard.

She was so fucking beautiful with a cock in her.

Kayley noticed I was awake. Without a break in her fucking, without Leroy pausing or even slowing for an instant, she turned her head and smiled at me.

"Hey babe," she said casually. Leroy nodded at me, and turned back to his fucking. "Sleep well?"

"Great, actually," I replied. It had actually been a good sleep, deep and almost dreamless, only occasionally drifting up to a semiconscious awareness of her nearness, and then back down into contented blackness. "This is a great bed."

She grinned.

"Isn't it though?" she said, as he fucked her with a steady pounding rhythm.

He slowly pulled way back as I watched, exposing almost the whole of his massive shaft between her legs, shining and slick with her vaginal lubrication and slammed it into her, his big cock, pumping its whole length into her body, pushing her down into the bed She grunted loudly, moaning with pure pleasure.

"Oh that felt good," he sighed happily. He'd been wanting to ram hard for a while, apparently.

"Oh yes," she breathed, looking up at him.

"Sorry sport," Leroy said, glancing at me. "Been wanting to do that since forever, but we didn't want to disturb you. We didn't wake you, did we?"

"Uhm... No," I said. "I slept pretty good, I guess I just kind of woke up naturally."

It was unreal, I was watching another man fuck my woman, right in front of me. I could see everything, the light sweat beading her skin, the way her whole body gave way, sinking a little into the bed as I watched his cock thrust into her, pistoning smoothly into her body.

I stared at the way her hips lifted to take each thrust, the way her thighs clamped against him. Her perfect breasts swung back and forth in time with his fucking.

Her expressions shifted to longing as he pulled back, a half smile of satisfaction as he lunged forward, and in the moment he bottomed inside her, filled her with his male potency, an almost ecstatic flutter of the eyelids

Well, I thought, one mystery solved, as to why she'd kept insisting on going back to that bar, again and again. It was bigger than me, harder and filling her pussy again and again as I watched.

He bent down over her to kiss her again, and she lifted her neck

With each thrust, he took possession of her body, and she loved it. It fascinated and disturbed me how much Kayley loved that cock. It's a surreal experience to see another man, owning the love of your life, with his big cock, bigger than mine, fucking her better than me.

I couldn't look away. I was entranced, horrified, in lust, intimidated, aroused, impotent, excited, helpless, hypnotized. My cock throbbed with a will of its own, insanely hard, as if it wanted to tear loose. I could feel the head tingling, my balls pulling tight, and I knew with just the slightest stimulation I would ejaculate.

My mouth was dry. My whole throat. I swallowed.

"How long have you guys been going at it?" I croaked

They broke the kiss to look at me.

"About forty minutes," she gasped, her voice rising and falling, synching to his thrusts. "Forty-five. He was rubbing up against me when I woke. And..."

Forty-five minutes!!!

"Sorry," Leroy said. "I always wake up hard, and I guess I was poking against her."

"We didn't want to wake you up," Kayley grunted.

"Let you rest," Leroy agreed, he smiled.

Her hand stretched out to me. I took it, her fingers curled into mine. She smiled invitingly.

"Care to join us?" she offered. I almost ejaculated right there.

"No," I said quickly. Catching myself, I smiled back. "I think I'm enjoying watching. What a sight to wake up to!"

A complete stranger fucking my wife, and her loving it.

Her smile widened into something brilliant and joyful.

"Okay!" she said. "I love it."

She turned her head, looking up at her lover, as he fucked his hard cock into her sopping cunt, joining them below.

"Hey you!" she said. "I know you've been wanting to cut loose. Let's give my man a show."

Leroy laughed, he was already thrusting hard enough to shake her whole body. Since I'd opened my eyes his tempo had ramped up slowly but steadily becoming more unrestrained, his pounding into Kayley's welcoming body more intense. He looked at me, his eyes evil and gleeful, or was that my imagination. Was he simply happy with the joy of Kayley's tight cunt wrapped around his cock? Or was he there something darker? Was it just my insecurity?

"My pleasure!"

But Kayley was already squirming around underneath him. "Okay," she was saying. "Move a little over this way, so he can get a really good view, and I'm going to try and get my left leg up, and heel on your ass, so he can see right... Oh! Fuck! That's nice."

Holding her far knee high, hooked on her elbow, he'd taken the opportunity of her opened space to plunge shockingly hard and deep. She threw back her head, moaning loudly. He started pumping her ferociously, leaving her breasts heaving and her gasping for air.

"Uh uh huhhh," she whimpered. "Oh that was good." She regained enough to glance at me. "Pull up a pillow, to brace, so you can look dow--" And he slammed into her again in a series of driving thrust that left her breathless.

Taking her advice I let her hand go for a second to pull some pillows towards and under me, elevating my shoulders. As I tucked them, her hand reached blindly, automatically for me, as if detached from the rest of her enjoying the fucking. It reached towards my cock. I caught it, wrapping my fingers in hers.

If her fingertip had so much as touched my cock, I would have exploded instantly. And then...

Then we'd all know.

Her head turned towards me, our eyes met, and she smiled happily. She squeezed my hand. I smiled back reassuringly, and satisfied she turned to look worshipfully at the man whose cock was inside her.

"You like that big cock?" Leroy whispered, bending to kiss her, even as he jolted her with a series of hard thrusts that left her body shaking like a rag doll. Fuck, he was big. From this angle, I could see his hard wet shaft, it's length as it flowed in and out of her.

Somehow, despite the way her body shook with each thrust, she was able to lift her head to press her lips against his. Her eyes closed blissfully, and she threw her free arm around him in a wantonly romantic gesture. I could see her jaw open and stretch, her nostrils flaring as their lips slid against each other, and knew she was taking his tongue as well as his cock, and loving them both, inhaling them, drawing them into her body with raw desire.

"I love your big cock," she whispered back, smiling, eyes only for him. "It's so fucking big, I love the way you stretch me out and go deep. I can't get enough of it."

"Good girl," he said, and rewarded her with a kiss. For a few minutes, he ground his cock into her with slow rotating motions of his hips that left him withdrawing only an inch or so, leaving her mewing and squirming, trying to thrust her body up against his, gasping. Slowly, he eased into her, gradually shifting his temp to regular fucking, and then hard brutal pounding. I was amazed at the control he had over her body, the way he moved her, and the way she submitted.

Again and again, I was drawn to the sight of his thick shaft, drenched to the hilt, his crotch and pubic hair already soaked with her juices, thrusting into her yielding body with total dominance. His battering ram, brushing past the stretched, defeated gates of her pussy lips, swollen and abused already. I couldn't stop watching it, as much as it intimidated me, watching Kayley get fucked, seeing her take that cock was the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen. I could watch it forever.

Leroy pulled all the way out, his huge cock hovering above her clit. I stared, open mouthed. It was immense. I knew he was bigger than me, but until that moment, I hadn't realized how much bigger. Last night, sitting or standing, hadn't fully conveyed it. But now, engorged on her cunt, soaked and shining with her slickness, fully resplendent, I was in awe. He had inches on me, girth, a physical mass and fullness I could never match.

No wonder he'd broken her on his cock. No wonder she craved him, had kept crawling back to the bar again and again.

He really had conquered her.

"Hey!" Kayley complained. Her hips rose to capture him again, but he moved with her, his cock doing no more than brush her lips. He smiled sadistically, teasing her, always just beyond her as she writhed, and spread and lifted.

"Oops," he said. "Fell out. I fucked you so hard you're a little loose. Want it back?"

"You bastard," she breathed. "Put it back."

"Bastard?" He smiled.

His cock brushed her clit. Breathlessly, I watched it hover, waiting for it to once again claim my woman as its own. She had already lost her battle, now her conqueror dictated its terms, confident of her urgent submission, toying with her.

"I'm sorry," she breathed. "Put it back in my wet pussy, Sir, you big cocked bastard!"

Her eyes were merry and demanding. I realized, this was a contest of wills.

He laughed, holding her in place as she squirmed. Her muscles exhausted, she fell back, panting. He thrust up inside her quickly, his cockhead dropping to her lips, parting them and diving deep so hard and suddenly Kayley shouted and I was shocked breathless.

"Oh! Oh! Oh god, oh fuck, oh shit," she shook wildly.

He pulled out.

"Bastard?" he asked.

She's forgotten the battle, her will had been replaced by need.

"Oh god, oh god, I'm sorry Sir!" she moaned, squirming, lifting her hips to take his cock. "Just fuck me hard, please!"

"No more attitude?" he teased. His cock brushed against her lips. Her hips lifted, rolled, she impaled herself on the head. But he pulled away, and she fell back.

Her face was crazed with lust.

"No! No more attitude! No, Sir! Please!"

He grinned.

"Who's in charge?"

Kayley groaned in abject surrender. The contest was over, the battle of wills a rout. She'd been obliterated and was now reduced to groveling, abject submission. But perhaps that was what she'd wanted, to be conquered, to be reduced and defeated.

Or simply what she'd needed deep down. That in subterranean levels, she craved surrender, and so she'd launched a doomed campaign. Her desire had subverted her reason, sent her into a battle it understood she couldn't win.

Perhaps, deep down, she needed Leroy to break her will.

"You are!"

I could see sweat beading off her, a trickle running between her breasts, beads dropping from her chin. She was so wet between her legs, it was shining.

"That's better, bitch," he whispered. His cockhead slid down between her lips. She moaned, the lips parting, the head resting there half way in. She rolled her hips forward and he withdrew. Then slipped back, parting again. This time, shivering, her body shaking, she'd learned her lesson and held still.

"Are you a bitch?" he asked maliciously.

"Yes, yes," she whimpered. "I'm a bitch. I'm a total bitch that needs fucking."

The cock slid forward, now the head was buried completely. She groaned, her body twitching with the desperate effort to keep still, to play his game.

"Whose bitch are you?" he demanded.

Her response was instant. "Your bitch, Sir. I'm your bitch, Sir. This bitch pussy belongs to you and your cock." She was almost babbling, looking up at him, as he smiled down at her. "You're in charge. You own my pussy. Please, take it, make it your property!"

"Good bitch." He rewarded her with a long slow thrust deep, followed by an even slower withdrawal that left the tip of his cock outside, pressing against her parted lips. Even from my vantage point, I could see clearly that her pussy had not closed, but remained open and deliriously wet, awaiting for his erection to reclaim its property.

"You want this cock?"

"Yes, Sir."

"You need it?"

"Oh god, yes Sir!"

"You want to come?"

"Yes. I need to."

"You want me to come in you?"

"Yes! Yes! Come in me! Fill me up with your come!"

"In front of your boyfriend?"

"Yes! Yes! I want him to watch!" She was breathless, squirming.

"Then beg!" he shouted, and plunged hard into her pussy.

Kayley shrieked. It was like a bomb went off in her. Her hand locked onto mine, clamping in a viselike grip, but the rest of her went wild, her legs kicking out, her spine arching like a bow, her arms flinging wildly. Leroy descended on her, seizing her wrists, pressing down with his weight, as her body writhed violently. His hips slammed into her with incredible force, filling her with each thrust. The smack of their bodies was incredibly loud.

"Fuck me, fuck me, fuck this bitch," she cried out as he pounded her. "Please, Sir! Please fuck me! Fuck my bitch cunt with your big hard cock! Fuck me! Fuck me! FUCK!!! OHHHH!!!!"

Together they were a runaway freight train hurtling off the tracks, charging towards their orgasms. Liquid squirted out between them, streaming between Kayley's thighs. It was so sudden, so intense, and Kayley's howl so wild, it pushed Leroy over, and he roared, thrusting deep and holding there rigid, pumping volumes of semen directly into my true love's womb, even as her body eagerly swallowed it down.

Finally, they went limp, he rolled off her, and they laid there, sweat covered and panting, having experienced a shattering orgasm. Kayley squeezed my hand, glanced at him to see him staring at the ceiling, and turned her head to smile at me.

My sole accomplishment was not ejaculating instantly.

"Not bad," he said, after he caught his breath.

"Oh be still my beating heart," she whispered. They both laughed at that.

Leroy pulled himself up to a sitting position, and swung his legs over the side of the bed.

"I'm going to get a shower," he said casually, heading for the door. I noticed Kayley tracking his bare ass. Fair enough, so was I. "You kids have fun. But not too much. I'm going to make breakfast."

He paused at the doorway, swinging around back to us. Even deflating, his cock was still intimidating.

"Under the circumstances," he grinned. "Formal dress is optional."

He seemed amused by that, so I guessed it was a quote of some kind. A moment later, the shower ran.

Kayley stretched luxuriously, arching her back. God, she was magnificent. Whatever conflicts I felt about watching another man fuck her, her sheer gorgeousness swept everything away. I loved her so much.

She turned her head towards me, following the line of her arm into my hand, and then all the way up my arm. Our eyes met. She beamed at me.

"C'mere you!" She squirmed then, rising up on one side, and we worked our way across the bed to each other, kissing passionately.

"Gods!" she whispered. "I thought he'd never finish! There you were with that scrumptious erection just out of reach, and he kept going and going." Her eyes were dancing. "Read the room, Leroy!

"You looked like you were having fun," I said.

"Oh definitely," she confided. "God, it was excruciating, trying to be quiet while you were sleeping. I was holding my breath half the time. I think I had an aneurism every time I came."

Forty five minutes! How many times had he made her cum while I slept, unaware.

She kissed me.

"My eyes aren't bloodshot are they?" she whispered. "I think that's a sign of an aneurism."

I kissed her back.

"They're fine," I assured her.

She nuzzled my face, running her hand along my chest. I stroked her arm, ready in case she came too close to my erection. The maximum danger had passed, but I could still blow at any moment.

"Let's make love," she whispered. "I missed you so much, I want you so much."

My heart leaped with joy.

"Yes," I whispered back, while trying desperately to think of some way not to orgasm instantly. Bathroom, cold water? Fuck, Leroy was in the shower. Baseball scores.

Kayley twisted her body and laid back, spreading her legs, raising her knees. She pulled my head down, so that I was crouching in front of her pussy, now red and puffy and gaping from the massive shaft that had plundered her. She was sopping all the way down her thighs and up her belly. Leroy's copious semen oozed from her wrecked cunt in a silvery trickle of slime and whiteness.

"Come on down," she whispered, pulling my head towards her crotch. "Do your magic."

I stiffened resisting.

She pulled herself up on one elbow, suddenly concerned.

"What's wrong, babe?"

I hesitated.

"You got fucked really hard," I whispered. "You're just soaked down there."

She nodded.

"Yeah," she agreed. "I love oral sex after my pussy has taken a good beating, you know that. There's nothing like it. It's so sweet and soothing and amazing. It's like post-fucking heaven. We do it all the time."

"Well yeah," I whispered, "but this time, it's another guy that's fucked you."

She shrugged.

"That didn't stop you the first two times with Leroy, or the time with Derek," she whispered. I looked up. She seemed genuinely confused.

Yeah, I thought to myself. But Derek had worn a condom for one thing, his semen hadn't been in her. And each of those times, we'd driven home, she'd cleaned up, there'd been an interval.

"This is really fresh," I whispered. "Leroy's come is still oozing out."

"We've done it fresh lots of times," she said. "After you've come in me."

For some reason, women didn't understand. Maybe it was a guy thing.

"It's Leroy's come though. That's different. It's okay," she said. "I'd love it, but if you don't want to... we can go straight to fucking. I just want you, that's all."

My cock twitched warningly.

"No," I said, "it's okay. I want too..." Fuck, I thought. Damned if I do, damned if I don't."

Every minute that passed opened up the gulf between me and premature ejaculation. I stared at her thoroughly beaten pussy, puffy and gaping and slick, and at Leroy's ejaculate still trickling from her.

I lowered my head. She relaxed, laying back. Lifting her hips, presenting herself. He lips parted wider, a fresh trickle oozing forth.

"Uhm," I hesitated.

Kayley, questioningly, lifted her head to look down at me.

"You won't tell Leroy, okay?"

Her eyebrows raised, then she squinted and pursed her lips, and made an 'oh no no NO!' finger wave. I smiled. One hand crept down to me, and I reached up to hold it, once again, our fingers twining together. Her head lowered back, relaxing. I pressed my lips to her clitoris.

There's something about going down on a well fucked pussy. I'd only ever done it with Kayley. But it was amazing. There's something delicious about a pussy after a good fucking. There's a taste to it, sweet and bitter, rich and thick, but so intimately personal. The lips, the flesh is full, engorged with blood and arousal, almost puffy, but yielding and pliant. The clitoris, always so sensitive, is both swollen but numbed, excitable but receptive, eager to respond to the right touch of the tongue.

Leroy's come was thick and slimy, but oddly sweet. I tried to avoid it as much as I could, but eventually gave up and accepted that I'd swallow some of it. Kayley wouldn't tell. I just concentrated on making her come.

"Ohhhhh fuck," she moaned, literally within minutes, her legs went stiff, her belly tightened and her hips lifted up. She squirted in my face. It was a brief flood, quick and easy, and then she fell back shuddering.

"I love you so fucking much," she told the ceiling with worshipful adulation. But I took the compliment. When she was relaxed I began again.

By the time we heard the shower stop, I'd made her squirt twice more, and the taste of Leroy was gone from my mouth, rinsed by the sweet bitterness of Kayley's ejaculate.

"C'mere you," she pulled me up to her. My naked body slid along her sweat drenched length as if we were lubricated. She wrapped her arms and legs around me, and kissed me passionately, tasting herself on me, licking my face wantonly, giggling with pure happiness.

"Ready," I asked.

"Fuck me now," she whispered, looking into my eyes. I slid forward, her back arched and her mouth opened wide as I slid into her wet waiting pussy.

She felt different. Wetter. Slicker. Not as tight. Was it my imagination, my insecurity. Had her pussy been stretched and loosened from Leroy's massive cock battering her for an hour, reshaping and resizing her? Was her slickness from finally taking the cock she really needed?

I stared at her face, watching for any sign of disappointment, some sign that I no longer measured up. But she just glowed at me, beaming love, and pressed her lips to mine. Excited, I fucked harder and harder, feeling her cunt locking tight, as I fought her slickness pushing me out, I felt the wet flood. She relaxed, and I pushed back in, feeling my balls pulling tight.

Too soon! Too close! I pulled out quickly, lifting off her. Her expression became a moue of disappointment, and she tried to draw me back. My swollen cock was back to hair trigger. I needed another moment.

"Turn around," I growled. "I want to fuck you like an animal."

Kayley practically sparkled, it always thrilled her when I went hard and commanding. She scrambled around onto knees and elbows, her gorgeous ass up in the air. Her elbows wide, lowering front. In that position, her dripping pussy gaped even more, but I didn't care. She was mine, and I was taking her.

I plunged into her, grabbing her hips, pounding her with every ounce of force. She cried out with pleasure.

And I came in five minutes, spurting into her with such force my urethra felt like a pressure hose, my balls emptying so fast and hard it felt like they were turning inside out. Kayley cried out in happy ecstasy, and I roared like a lion, and then we collapsed in a sweaty, grinning pile. She wrapped her arms around me.

I gave her five minutes.

Leroy had forty-five minutes of fucking her while I was unconscious, and another twenty for sure after I'd woken, and his cock had at least two inches on me and girth and he knew how to use it. I was coming up a distant second place. But fuck that, we had love, and that was more important than anything.

"Breakfast in half an hour," Leroy called. I laughed involuntarily, I couldn't get away from him.

"Sure thing," I called.

Kayley rubbed herself on me, working our sweat into each other's skin. She kissed random spots on my chest, expression wicked.

"We should have brought a mason jar," she pouted. I couldn't help but laugh again.

"Shower?" I asked.

She squirmed and twisted against me, like a cat in a patch of sunlight. "I suppose," she said. "I think it's bad form to come to breakfast reeking of sex funk."

She smiled wickedly.

"Besides," she said, "it's a chance to get all wet and rub up against each other!"

"Sold!"

The shower was just barely big enough for two people, the water was deliriously hot. As it rolled down our skins we shampooed, and scrubbed and soaped each other. Kayley sighed with pleasure. Her breasts were magnificent with the hot shower spray spattering off them, I bent to kiss and bite her rigid nipples. Sighing, she ran her fingers through my wet hair. I reached down, and she widened her stance, allowing me to slip my fingers inside. My and Leroy's cum trickled down her thighs, as she leaned against the shower wall.

Kayley descended to her knees and took my cock in her mouth, and suddenly, I was instantly hard. She looked up, the water splashing against her face, and we both grinned with the same thought.

I pulled her upright and pushed her against the shower wall, as she wrapped her arms around me. Reaching down, I lifted one leg up, working myself in. With breathless eagerness, she grabbed my cock trying to bring it in. But it was no use, my cock slid up against her lips, the head almost entering, but falling out again.

"Goddammit," I said. The shower floor was too slick, the walls too slick, there were no good handholds. We rubbed our wet bodies against each other, my cock sliding against her belly. I reached down.

"I can make you come," I whispered. "You want it."

"I want your cock," she drawled in my ear. As my hands moved over her body, I cupped her ass. Her expression shifted, surprise and then glee. We both had the same thought at the same time.

"The other way," I whispered.

"The other way," she agreed, turning around. For a moment, I looked at that perfect back, that amazing magnificent ass, the hot water streaming down. She bent one knee, lifting a heel, wiggling her butt, and I was breathless.

I grabbed a handful of liquid soap and pushed it between her ass cheeks, working it up into her asshole. I grabbed another handful and lubed up my hard cock, as I stepped close, positioning my erection between her cheeks, feeling for her sphincter, and pressing where I felt her flesh give slightly. Pressing myself against her, she turned her head and we kissed.

"Ready?" I asked.

"Do it," she whispered.

"Deep breath," I ordered. I waited, feeling her inhale, her lungs filling, and then she exhaled, deliberately relaxing her body. I pushed into her sphincter, opening her, my cock felt resistance for a long moment, a suffocating tightness. Then it was passed and I sank all the way up inside her ass.

"Oh fuck," she moaned, "one thrust. Either I'm super ready, or you are."

I held my cock deep up inside her ass, feeling the incredible heat and tightness of her.

"You feel so fucking good," she hissed. Her asshole was like a vise ringing my shaft, but inside, oh deep inside her ass, she was hot and heavenly, enfolding me like a tight glove.

"Ready?"

"Oh I am so fucking ready," she bit out, my hands were on her hips, she reached down and took one, guiding it around the front until my fingertips were resting over her clit. She placed her hand back on the shower wall, and reached down with her other hand, covering mine and going lower.

"So ready."

Kayley took a deep breath, I could feel the ring of her anus squeezing, but she was lubricated enough. I pulled back all the way, until the last couple of inches were held tight. When she exhaled I plunged, and I could almost feel her eyes rolling up inside her head. We began a slow steady ass fucking, timing my thrusts to her breathing.

Kayley moaned deeply as I fucked her ass, the hot shower water splashing and trickling down you bodies. There was a river sliding down the arch of her spine, turning into a tsunami at the curve and crack of her ass cheeks, and surging past my cock, making a hot rushing waterfall around my shaft as I pounded her.

Kayley's hand dove into her pussy, at least two fingers, thrusting, as I worked her clit.

"OH my god," she whimpered. "Oh my fucking god."

My thrusts were rapidly gathering force and power. I couldn't control my self. Her ass was so tight, the feel of her body so irresistible.

"Fuck," I hissed in her ears, "I'm going to come."

But her only response was to finger herself even more frantically. She released the one hand pressed against the wall and grabbed her breast, clawing at it. I used my free hand to grab her other tit. My cock felt like a rocket, I was thrusting up into her ass rapidly, no longer caring about her breathing. Her sphincter had lost all resistance, and was fucking her madly, the force of each thrust shoving her up on tip toes.

And then I was coming, deep down, I felt shame. I'd been barely five or ten minutes again. I hadn't been able to last at all. Long shudders passed through her body. But I kept thrusting harder and higher until I exploded so blindingly, I couldn't tell what she was feeling. I only knew I was coming up her ass while flattening her body against the shower, holding her in a death grip.

Then it was over. The water was still running, but we were exhausted, panting, me leaning into her, her against the wall.

"What?" she gasped. "What the fuck was that? What the fuck did we just do?"

I kissed her shoulder.

"It's all right babe," I told her. "It's okay."

She took a deep shuddering breath.

"No," she said with conviction. "It's not okay."

I went still.

"Do you realize," she hissed, "we could have been having anal in the shower all along."

Oh.

"We could have been doing this... We could have had this...?" she breathed.

She swallowed.

"Do you know how many showers we've had together?"

She was gasping.

"How many opportunities we blew. The chances that just passed us by."

Pause.

"How did we miss this?"

"I'm blaming you!"

I laughed.

"That's not funny," she whispered. "I'm totally holding this against you. I may sue you for deprivation. We could have been doing this all along."

She giggled, and pushed her back up against me. We both giggled. I raised my hands to cup her breasts, and let my chin rest on her shoulders.

"Your cock is still up my ass," she pointed out.

"Yeah," I said. "It's going down."

"No it's not."

I had to say it.

"I'm sorry I didn't last," I whispered.

I could feel her whole body shrug. Have you ever felt a shrug around your dick while it was gripped tight in someone's ass? Weirdly, I could feel myself getting harder.

"Babe," she whispered, "breakfast is coming, remember? There's a time limit. We can't do it all morning."

"Still..."

"You're getting harder."

"Sorry."

"No, I love it," she told me. "But he'll be waiting for us. And I don't want to look like a prune."

"Right."

"Cock! Ass! Out! Now!" she demanded.

Pulling out of her was like going to a funeral, there was such a deep regret. Kayley gasped with what felt like equal sorrow. My legs felt wobbly, now that I was no longer buried in her. She made sure to wash it, soaping and rinsing and gave it a kiss. I returned the favour.

I turned off the water, it took us another ten minutes to clean up and dry off. But we were presentable.

Leroy was still naked out in the apartment, bustling around when we came out. He waved.

Nudity seemed the order of the day.

"Just in time," he called, setting the breakfast table. The smell of food was rich and delightful, but only half familiar. I walked over, spotting pancakes. Kayley disappeared into the bedroom.

"What do we have?" I asked, sitting down. He smiled at me, and it was just a smile. No bullshit, no competition. Just a smile.

It was weird. I was naked. He was naked. Here was a man with a much bigger cock than mine, who had fucked my girl for a solid hour, while I was unconscious, who had practically addicted her to his cock, whose come I'd eaten out of her cunt.

Yet, somehow, I felt really comfortable with him at that moment. Maybe I'd reclaimed my manhood on Kayley's body. Or maybe it was something else, maybe we'd just moved past all the masculine bullshit and finally relaxed with each other. Because we had this wonderful thing in common, the amazing, delightful, Kayley. We were the only two people in the world who knew how sexy and amazing and wonderful she was, if that didn't make us brothers...

"That smells really good," I said, sitting down at the table. "What is it?"

We both stared. Kayley was wearing her top, though not fully buttoned. She looked up.

"What?"

Leroy and I glanced at each other, our lips quirked, almost as if we were mentally deciding which one of us was going to say it.

"You seem... overdressed," Leroy observed.

"The top?" she said glibly, looking down into her cleavage. "I wore the top so my nipples don't distract you during breakfast."

"You have no bottom, though." I pointed out. "Not that we mind."

"We don't mind at all," Leroy said. "But..."

"True," she replied. "But it's this way. Nipples are always very distracting at the breakfast table. Unless I'm breast-feeding..."

She let that hang out there, while the visuals went through our minds. Two naked men. Two nipples. Breakfasts. Breasts. Breastfeeding. You get the idea.

"I suppose that's distracting in itself. Breast-feeding. Depends on... ANYWAY, bottom is different. It's out of the way. You don't see it, so it doesn't distract. If either of you are under the table and close enough to appreciate it, well then I'm the one that's going to be distracted."

Leroy glanced at me.

"How do you keep up with her?"

"Constant struggle," I told him.

"So," she said. "I recognize pancakes."

She speared a few onto her plate, and reached for the syrup. She lifted the plastic bottle and stared critically at the label which seemed to be in some exotic script.

"Riccota pancakes," Leroy said, "It's an Italian breakfast recipe. That's a Tamil syrup, from Sri Lanka."

"Interesting," I said. I hadn't expected anything exotic. I loaded up a few pancakes.

"It's just something I threw together," he said, spearing the remaining pancakes. "I wasn't expecting guests."

He picked up a pan, and began shoveling colourfully, almost mushy portions onto our plates.

"This is a bit of a mess," he said almost apologetically. "Omelette, but kind of a combination of Pansalang Pinoy.. Phillipino, and Frittata, Italian style."

I stared at it doubtfully. Experimentally, Kayley dipped a fork into hers, eyeing it carefully, and gingerly put it to her lips. Her eyes went wide, she clapped a hand over her mouth, chewed and swallowed.

"Sam!" she cried. "This is so good! Here!"

She speared a bit of omelette and popped it into my mouth. Dam. She was right. I'd never tasted anything quite like it. Egg, of course, but more, odd bits of fruit and meat and spices, things I couldn't sort out. But somehow it all came together delightfully.

"Mmm." I swallowed. "You're right. What was that again?"

"Pansalang Frittata," he said, pleased. "I don't have a proper name for it's kind of a mix. There's a lot of cultures that do these compound omelettes. The trick is to find the right balance."

Kayley took a generous forkload off my plate. She caught my look.

"What?" she complained. "I gave you off my plate. I'm just taking it back."

"Wait till you try the pancakes," Leroy said.

As it turned out, they were amazing as well, with a unique taste and texture, delightful, but different than anything I'd had before. The syrup gave it an exotic sweetness.

"Rattatat?" I asked, chewing.

"Ricotta," Leroy corrected. "Riccotta cheese. Classic italian. I mixed some bits of fruit in there. But it's mainly Italian."

"How is this so good!" Kayley asked. "Where did you learn to do this?"

Leroy swallowed a bit of pancake, and washed it down with a sip of coffee.

"I told you," he said. "I've worked in a few restaurants. You pick up stuff."

"He told me he was a sommelier," Kayley said. "I thought that was just bullshitting."

"Sommelier," I chewed thoughtfully. "That's either a french artillery man, or a guy who knows a lot about wines?"

"Both work," Leroy said. "But my specialty was wines. I prefer to make my explosions in smaller places."

He put his hand on Kayley's bare knee, and she smiled at him while chewing with a mouth full. I didn't mind at all. Breakfast this good, he could put his hands anywhere.

"So," I asked, "how do you get from a Sommelier to this...?"

"I ended up as a Sommelier," he said. "I was assistant to a Sous Chef. I bounced around a few kitchens. I got to know my way around. But the tips were better out front. So... waiter, then Sommelier. I don't know that much about wines really... enough to get by. And I traveled a lot, you pick up the cuisine if you hang around long enough with the right people."

Kayley and I glanced at each other.

"You thought I was bullshitting?" he asked.

"Honestly," I said, "our little game. We get a lot of bullshit. A lot of guys lie."

Kayley swallowed.

"Usually," she said, "simple stuff. Marriages. Kids. Job. That kind of thing."

"Sometimes..."

"Tell him about the astronaut," Kayley said.

"Astronaut?" Leroy asked.

"Oh yeah," I replied. "There was this guy, sat down and flirted with Kayley. Said he was an astronaut. He'd been on the ISS. He was really convincing too. Had pictures on his phone. Vivid description."

"We looked him up after," She continued. "Nope. They have a record of every Astronaut, Taikonaut, Cosmonaut. You name it. He wasn't on any list."

"Turns out," I said, "when we tracked him down. He was just a petrochemical geologist. Traveled all over the place. I guess pretending to be an astronaut got him laid."

"Did he?" Leroy asked.

"Hell no," Kayley said. "It was just flirting. I wasn't going to do anything. He was fun to talk to though, and really convincing."

"Would you? Did you consider it?"

"At that point," Kayley said. "No way. You were our first. And we're so glad we waited."

She leaned over to his side of the table, reached over, moving her hand up her bare thigh, and squeezed his cock. She winked at me.

"Would you now?" Leroy asked. "If it was a real, honest to god astronaut."

"I don't know," Kayley said. "Yes!" I said at the same time. We laughed together, even Leroy snickered.

"Okay," she said, patting my knee. "We would, but only if Sam got to be in the room to watch."

I shrugged. "Fair enough."

Kayley turned and pointed her fork at Leroy.

"Hey," she said. "No fingering me at the breakfast table."

He put his hands up in the air.

"You grabbed my cock."

"Yeah, but I'm special." she stuck her tongue out. "Boy rules don't apply to me. I can grab your cock at the breakfast table. You can't finger me... unless I tell you to."

"You said travel?" I asked. "Where to?"

"After the restaurants gigs mainly," he said. "I mostly bummed around. Europe. But then I spent a lot of time in Asia. Southeast Asia. The subcontinent. Middle east, didn't like that too much. East Coast Africa - Tanzania, Kenya, Mozambique."

"What were you doing there?"

"Traveling mainly. You can live cheaply out there, particularly if you're willing to go native," he said. "I took some jobs with NGOs. Doctors without Borders."

"You're a Doctor?" Kayley asked.

He laughed.

"No, EMT, and drove an ambulance. That was hairy."

We finished breakfast and together, Kayley and I helped him put the dishes away. It wasn't that much work, but we were all kind of on a vibe together. The conversation kept going on and on, talking about this or that. Eventually we ended up back on the couches that occupied the corner of his living room. Kayley and I cuddled up on one, he sat back on the other, as we drank coffee and chatted.

"You said you were a musician too," Kayley accused.

"Yep," Leroy said. "Played a few gigs here and there. Subbed for the Howler Monkeys. Played second guitar for Glory."

"Likely story," she said.

Leroy laughed.

"How much of what I've told you do you believe?" he demanded.

"Fifty percent, I'd say, at least," I said. "Maybe sixty..."

"Thirty," Kayley replied.

"Ouch!" Leroy laughed. "You're hardened."

He didn't seem offended at all

"I've listened to a lot of stories," she said. "Men sitting down with a pretty woman, especially if they're traveling, they like to embroider. I don't hold it against them."

"That's pretty cynical," he said.

"Leroy," I told him, "relax. You got to admit, that's a hell of a lot of living you're talking about, all the things you've claimed. Decades. You're just not that old."

"You don't know the half of it," he said.

For a moment, I thought of that novel, the Great Gatsby, where Gatsby talks about himself, and it's totally insane, ridiculous and impossible and overblown. But the novel goes along, and it turns out all to be true, sort of, and Gatsby is more and, at the same time, less and sadder.

"Dude," I said, I got Kayley off my lap for a moment and I reached out to him. "Don't sweat it. You don't have to impress us. We like you just fine. You know what? I'm glad I met you. I'm glad I got to see what she saw in you. And I'm glad you were the one. I'm happy you were the one to fuck her."

"Shit, man," he said softly. His eyes were almost moist. He reached out and grabbed my hand.

"Brothers," I said. "Brothers for the same pussy."

"Brother."

I could tell it meant a lot to him. Kayley's eyes were shining, as she looked at us.

"I'm not bullshitting you about the music," he said. "Kayley knows. I showed her."

He stood up and went to a far wall, taking a medium sized large square frame down. He handed it to me.

"There."

It was some sort of psychedelic painting, with the title Glory in groovy letters, and five people, three men and two women, standing apart from each other. He pointed at one.

"That's me," he said.

I stared. It did kind of look like him. Younger, fresher, less seedy and battered by life. Or maybe not. There was definitely a resemblance. Kayley, back in my lap, stared at it.

"This is vinyl," she said.

"Yeah, we did a limited printing for collectors."

"Glory...." she said thoughtfully. "I think I heard of them way back. They were on the verge of going big, but they fell apart."

She turned the album around, looking at the back side. It was full of the song lyrics for the album, all in neat calligraphy.

"I did the lettering myself," he said. But I wasn't paying attention to that. Instead, I was following Kayley's pointing finger, half the songs were co-credited to Leroy Vernon. We looked up at him, startled.

He grinned, smugly.

"So you're actually a rock star?" Kayley asked.

"Almost," he said, "and past tense. The business chews you up and spits you out. But we had some moments."

Fuck. I was impressed.

He reached over, and grabbed the acoustic guitar from the corner.

"Here," he said. "Check this out."

He started off with some slow melodies. His fingers were stiff, and he made mistakes we could hear. He'd been out of practice for a while. But then, he started to pick up, changing tempos, doing riffs.

"This was our best song," he said. "It was going to be our breakthrough. I'm just doing my part of it though, but you can get the idea."

He played a fast tempo jazzy number full of slides and changes, and you could see how catchy it would be. He did a couple of other numbers from Glory, telling stories about the band.

Finally, he finished with a series of electric flourishes. I didn't know what else to do. I applauded, and so did Kayley.

"I take it all back," I said. Actually, I still disbelieved half his bullshit. But clearly, the guy had been around.

"Thanks," he replaced the guitar in the corner, flexing his fingers to work the strain out.

"That's why I'm so good at fingering your girl," he said. "Like I told her."

"Oohhh," Kayley said eyes widening. "I understand now. Got it. I didn't know what the hell you were talking about. But I get it now."

I must have looked blank. Kayley turned to me.

"I told you," she said. "Back at the bar. He was touching me, when we were sitting out in public. Just his fingertips. I almost came. I kept going 'how are you doing this to me'' and he kept saying 'musician' - I had no fucking idea what he was talking about."

"Guitar," Leroy said, "any musical instrument really. It's just a matter of learning how to move the fingers. Once you've got that... you can play anything. A woman even."

He looked over at us.

"Want me to show you?"

Kayley and I looked at each other.

"Sure," she said, a little too quickly. "I'll be your musical instrument. Play me, for Sam."

He nodded at us and held out his hand. Kayley stood up from my lap, took off her top, and went over to him. I was happy to see his cock was only about half hard. At least I recovered faster. He turned her around until her back was to him, and then eased her around, until she was nestled in one arm, her pussy about three quarters facing me.

"Lift up your leg," he instructed her, "let's make sure Sam has a good view."

Kayley nodded, placing one foot on the couch, knee bent.

Leroy ran his hands up and down her body, from her shoulders to her thighs, and she almost purred with his touch. But there was something focused about the way he did it, as if he was tuning an instrument.

Kayley's pussy lips parted slightly, as if staring at me. His hand dropped to her pussy, exploring her pubes and lips, pulling back the clit hood. Fingertips danced across her pubic mound. She leaned her naked body back against his, visibly relaxing. Despite her casual appearance, I could see her nipples were hardening. Without his touching it directly, her pussy lips parted wider and the inner folds glistened. She didn't look at me, or even acknowledge Leroy, just stared down thoughtfully at the movements of his hand, and the subtle changes he was making in her body.

She sucked in her breath suddenly, at a movement of two fingertips.

"How is it?" I asked, my voice was thickening, along with my cock. She looked up at me, almost startled for a moment, before dropping her gaze back to her vagina.

"It's... okay, I guess," she said. "Not remarkable or anything. Nice. He's not doing anything intense. Just sort of being there. It's... nice."

"We're just getting warmed up," he said, running one hand slowly up the inside of her thigh and down. The other hand hovered around her vagina, lightly probing around the edges of her lips. I noted the passive way her knee swung outward under his pressure. She took another deep breath. "Tuning the instrument."

She glanced up at me with a wry smile.

"I'm an instrument!"

My girl was naked, sprawled across a stranger's naked body, casually as if she belonged on him. Perhaps she did, he'd fucked her enough. And he was playing with her pussy, as if it was the most natural thing in the world. I could feel my cock getting hard watching them. I knew she could see my arousal, I pretended to accidentally drape my forearm in front of my genitals. Her smile became knowing.

The smile flickered, as two fingers descended on either side of her clit hood, taking advantage of her distraction, and did a rapid beat. She gasped.

"What was that?" she asked, catching her breath.

"Just trying something," he said. "Like it?"

"I don't know," she replied, staring at his fingers above her clitoris, as if daring them to do it again. "It was so fast."

"Okay," he said thoughtfully.

She looked up at me. "He was really amazing out in the bar. I felt like a sweater being unraveled by kittens."

Leroy's face knit thoughtfully. "Interesting image," he said. "That was a different circumstance, she was already keyed up, receptive. Ready to respond."

"To being fingered in public?" I asked.

"It's not the public circumstance," he said thoughtfully. "It's receptiveness and sensitivity. In the bar, she was keyed up. There as a lot of tension to exploit, muscle tension, sexual tension. Right now, she's feeling pretty relaxed."

I was getting fully hard. Fuck it, I thought, let them see it. We're all naked, we've all fucked together. She's wet and getting fingered. Why should I be modest? I let my growing erection hang out, and saw both Kayley and Leroy glance at it.

He shifted his grip to the inside of her thigh, opening her up, and slipped his other hand down, his fingertips tapping lightly but deliberately at the edges of her lips, starting just above her asshole, and working up smoothly but erratically. I couldn't find any pattern, but her breathing was gradually speeding up.

"She's coming along," Leroy said to me.

"You know," she told us. "I am right here. I'm right in the room. Just mentioning..."

An index finger dipped between her lip, bringing a tiny hitch in her breath. Rapidly, he switched from one to the other, the first joint of each finger dipping into her pussy lightly in a sweeping motion, one after the other, higher and lower. Her breath hitched again, louder, and her hips twitched.

"Oh," she breathed. "I felt that! It's nice..."

His fingers now wet from her vagina, he reached down almost to her asshole and drew them back, the fingers fluttering against her genitals. Her hips shook, her breathing became uneven, the reactions more intense with each pass.

"Ohhhh," she said. "Okay, he's doing something. It's really different from the bar though. That was quick. Like pressing a button. This..."

His other hand released its grip on her thigh. Her legs remained splayed open. He brought his hand down, between her legs to join the other one. His fingers pressed down at the top part of her pussy, the outer fingers gently pushing apart, causing her to open, parting her vaginal walls, the inner ones gently pulling upwards, drawing her clit hood back and exposing her swollen clitoris.

I leaned forward, fascinated. I had never seen her so exposed, it was a bizarre combination of the erotic and the clinical, that was almost unearthly, somewhere between a sensual exploration and a meticulous operation. Kayley's face was flushed, and she was panting steadily and unevenly. She licked her lips, staring down between her legs, watching him as he played with her. Every now and then her hips would jerk involuntarily, her stomach and thighs visibly tightening, and he'd lift a little and she'd relax. Then suddenly he triggered two hip jerks in quick succession, eliciting a loud gasp from her.

He eased off, deliberately allowing her relief. One hand slid up along her belly and ribs to cup her breast, pinching her nipple. She glanced up at me, her eyes wide, looking reckless and playful a twisted smile on her lips

His hand slid back down to join the other one, the fingers seeming to slide over each other. They were had to keep track of. The only thing I could compare it to was a video I saw once of starfish in a tank crawling over each other. The video had been sped up, giving the starfish a creepy sense of motion. There was something simultaneously randomly mindless and relentlessly deliberate about the way they crawled over each other. This was like that.

Kayley's eyes bulged. She went rigid, her muscles stiff and straining.

"Fuck!" she breathed. "Holy fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!"

"There we go," Leroy said, his voice silky with satisfaction. His arm pushed down.

Her whole body jerked wildly, one leg kicked.

"Holy shit!!!" she swore. "Fuck"

"Good girl," he tightened his grip around her, I could see one hand, pulling on one side, the thumb sweeping her clit, as the fingers of his other hand plunged in and out of her up to the second knuckle, fingers alternating.

"FUCK!" Kayley thrashed in his hold, gasping. "Fu--! Fu--! Oh! Oh! Oh!"

Her mouth was making an 'O', jaws working, her eyes were wild, and I could see her face and breasts going hot as her back arched.

"Let's try a basic two and two beat," he said.

"Oh shit!" Kayley was gasping, her breath coming fast and rapid in time with the movement of his hands. She was staring ahead, not seeing anything, just concentrating on the sensations. I could tell she was adjusting to it. "What you're doing..."

"Let's change up a little how about a two and four. Classic rock back beat."

Suddenly, Kayley was bucking on top of him, her body going rigid over and over. "Fuck! Stop! Stop! It's too much," she howled.

I could smell her pussy, the aroma of arousal was suddenly strong in the air. Her thighs were lick. She writhed on top of him, unable to remain still.

"Too much!" she cried.

He didn't quite stop. But the fingers between her legs became minimal. Just a bare flexes, carefully timed to keep her motor running.

"I think I've got her," he told me. He glanced at my erection. "Want to help out?"

My cock was absolutely rigid.

"What do you want me to do?" I asked, automatically ready and willing.

"You guys!" Kayley protested.

"Shush," Leroy whispered in her ear. "Relax. It'll be good."

Kayley nodded and subsided, looking nervous.

"Now this time," he told her softly, "We're going to switch it around a little. I'm going to go to a four two beat, so you can recover a little. It's going to be good. Not too much. But we'll build you slower."

Kayley nodded. "Okay."

He looked at me.

"Sam," he said. "I'm going to need you to trust me, and do exactly what I tell you, when I tell you, okay. You follow the lead."

I nodded. "Okay."

"Good. Stand up."

I stood, naked, expectant, and very hard, my erection sticking out in front of me. Kayley's eyes tracked me, but I could see her breathing picking up. His hands were moving faster, his fingers working at her pussy, tapping around her clit, teasing her lips, slipping into her.

"Going to four and two."

Kayley arched her back, spreading her legs as wide as she could. Her hands reached back to clutch Leroy's body. Her eyes closed, a huge grin flashed across her face, was wiped away in an instant, returned immediately.

"Oh fuck YES!!!" she cried out. "Fuck! Yes! That's it! That's it!"

Her hips rolled and jerked under his touch, she writhed in ecstasy, almost humping on top of him. Her moans were guttural and nonstop, punctuated by random obscenities, as she no longer even bothered to make sentences. It went on for a minute, Kayley losing herself completely.

As he took control, Leroy's eyes met mine. "Sam, time to come in."

"Yes."

"Shove your cock in her, and fuck her, try to keep time... And tell me when you're close. I want you to pull out."

"Yes."

I stepped forward. Kayley was too far gone to register our conversation as more than just noise, dirty talk that tickled the sexual parts of her brain. But when I moved towards her, her eyes tracked movement, focusing on me. Awareness trickled in, she looked up at my face, and then her eyes dropped to my hard cock. I could see realization bursting over her, as I stepped forward. Lust, desire, confusion and trepidation swept over her face, she knew what was about to happen, and part of her wanted it, even as part of her didn't know if she could handle it, and part of her understood it was going to happen, and she accepted it.

Leroy's fingers slithered out of her pussy, holding it open, as my cock unerringly homed in. She was loose, even looser than this morning, and unbelievably wet, and I sank to the hilt with a single thrust, burying myself in her instantaneously. Her thighs swung back and forth, she exhaled all the breath going out of her, and inhaled again, making a ragged sound of pure pleasure.

I had to lean forward, and placed one hand on Kayley's shoulder and another on Leroy's shoulder, struggling to balance and not put too much weight on either of them. I started to thrust wildly into her, literally splashing into her cunt, she was so wet.

"Fuck her hard!" Leroy commanded.

Kayley, momentarily coherent, echoed him. "Yes. Fuck hard. Hard as you can. Pound me!"

With an inarticulate growl, I started to pound pushing my whole weight into her. Around my cock, I felt Leroy's fingers, above and below, as he toyed with her asshole, and teased her clit. I could feel his fingers vibrating against my balls on each thrust, and knew that he was still doing whatever it was that made her so wild, beating her clit with his four two rhythm, pulling her lips. Occasionally, he'd whip a hand up to her breast and use his fingers to flick her nipple shockingly hard, and her whole body would convulse with the sting. I tried to time myself to his rhythm.

After five minutes of frantic, erratic, savage thrusting, I could feel my balls pulling tight, an electric sensation running up and down my penis.

"I'm close!" I shouted.

"Pull out!" Leroy ordered. "Pull out now and jerk off in her face."

Obeying, I yanked my cock from her wildly quivering sopping hole, and, standing in front of them, began masturbating frantically, standing in front of them. Kayley's cunt gaped open, Leroy reached under her thigh, curling around, and surged three fingers into her. Her body heaved as if being electrocuted, as he pushed relentlessly against her G-spot.

With a wild animal cry, her hips lifted up into the air, barely under Leroy's control, and she squirted, the hot liquid splashing across my belly and thighs. I came then, ejaculating wildly, pumping ropes of semen flying through the hair landing on her belly and breasts. It must have only been seconds, but it felt like hours, as she squirted in continuous pulses, and I ejaculated again and again.

Then, she want all boneless and limp, collapsing on top of Leroy, insensate. If not for her staring eyes, the helpless trembling of her muscles, I would have thought she'd passed out, fucked unconscious.

"Fuck," I sighed. My legs felt like rubber, I went weak all over, and dropped back to my couch.

Kayley slid down, off of Leroy's body, an almost liquid movement. She slid down off the couch, her ass plopping on the floor between his legs, utterly boneless. Only leaning against his right leg left her even partially upright.

For a good five minutes, no one spoke. We all just panted away, like dogs having run a marathon. Kayley's tongue was practically hanging out. She looked shocked and vacant.

My cock was softening, but I could feel my temples throbbing.

"Sammmmmm," Kayley breathed, finally. She licked her lips. "Can I keep him. Can we bring him home with us. I promise I'll look after him. I'll feed him and give him baths and he won't wreck the furniture. Can we keeeeeeeep him. I'll call him Mister Throbby."

I moaned.

"I'm sorry, hon," I said, "I'd love that. But his place is out here in the wild, with all his wilderness friends."

"Awwww," she whined.

"You wouldn't want to take him away from all that," I said.

"I guess not," she pretended to sound so disappointed.

"But tell you what," I said, "any time you want to, we can come back here to visit him, and you can pet him all you want."

"Yay!!!" She clapped her hands just like a little girl.

Leroy watched us, incredulously.

"It's a bit we do," I tried to explain. "We do bits. Little role plays... for fun."

"I get role play," he said carefully, nodding.

"It's just fun," Kayley drawled, leaning back against his thigh. She threw back he head, resting it on his knee. She noticed his erection from the corner of her eye, and rolled her head to stare at it.

"Prithee, is that an erection I see before me, all hard and unattended to?"

"That it is," he agreed.

She flung out an arm bonelessly towards it, practically flopping it along his thigh. Her hand curled around his cock like an a octopus. It was strange and beautiful. She stared vacantly at it.

"Hard," she said vaguely, "and hot and throbbing. Two of my favourite things about a cock."

Technically, I thought, that was three things, but I didn't feel like correcting her.

She took a deep breath.

"I am going to suck that cock. You can't do what you did and not get it back. So I'm going to give you an insane blow job. You're going to write songs about this blow job. I'm totally going to do you. But..." she averred, "not right now at this exact moment, because I am so wasted."

She paused.

"But I'm going to do it. And it will be mind blowing. I just need a few minutes to get myself together. Meanwhile, I am holding it, so you don't run away or anything."

"I don't think I'll be running away," he told her.

"Of course not," she said. "Because I'm holding it. Pay attention."

She took a deep breath, and stared up at the ceiling.

"Woo!" she said. "What a... night... except it's tomorrow, isn't it? This just.... Went places.... I'll tell you, I did not see it turning out this way."

"Yeah," I agreed. "This was... unexpectable."

Was that even a word?

"I didn't really mind though," Leroy said. "As things go, I think this landed well."

"Oh my, yes!" Kayley agreed.

"About as excellent as it was possible to be," I said.

Murmurs of agreement.

Leroy looked down at her.

We didn't talk at all for another five or ten minutes. There was absolutely nothing to say. We just sat there, recovering. Kayley never let go her grip on Leroy's cock.

"I'm ready," she said finally. "Let's do it."

"You don't have to," Leroy said. Kayley and I didn't even have to look at each other. That was such bullshit. He absolutely wanted his cock sucked. He was just playing nice guy.

I laughed.

"I don't have to," Kayley said. "But I want to. After a jam session like that, I want to show you appreciation."

She paused.

"Besides," she said, there was a calm relentlessness in her, "how many times have we fucked. Too many. In all that time, I've never given it a proper blow job. I want that. I need it. I want it for me. I want to have it in my mouth, to feel it, taste it, swallow it. I want to feel you coming in my mouth, and just gulp it all down. This is for you, but it's also for me."

I laughed.

"Give it up, Dude," I told him. "When she's like this, there's no stopping her."

He nodded.

"I guess I'll just have to go with it."

"Fucking right," Kayley said. She climbed up until she was kneeling between his legs. Straightening, she arched her back, with sensual catlike pleasure. Looking at him straight on, she locked eyes. "No mercy!"

Leroy grinned. "Not asking for any."

I expected her to dive straight down on his cock. But instead, her movements were deliberate. She bent slowly over him, holding him steady, and started with a tender kiss, licking a bead of precum. She looked up, registering him watching intensely. Then, she carefully took his head in her mouth.

Physically and mentally exhausted, I sat back and watched her methodically play with that huge cock. Again, I was struck by how much bigger he was, and how very clearly she appreciated and loved, even worshipped his superior instrument. She moved patiently, perhaps through exhaustion, giving long adulatory licks the length of his shaft, tonguing his balls, even licking his asshole, but always coming back patiently to his cock head.

Slowly, he began to respond, stroking her hair, shifting position, even moaning when she did something particularly enticing. Whenever he reacted, I could see her body language shift, her hips give a wiggle, and knew she was pleased. I imagined her smiling around his cock.

As she went on, her body began to move more and more. Her breasts swayed, sensitive nipples brushing against his thigh. Her hips swung slightly side to side, or rolled with the arch of her back. Her toes curled and uncurled, and she set her knees further apart. Her pussy lips parted of their own accord.

I knew that she was enjoying sucking his cock, that her body was falling into an unconscious sensual rhythm. Her blow job became more aggressive, she slid further down on his shaft, taking him half way down her throat. I could imagine her looking up, teasingly, meeting his eyes as she bobbed up and down.

I wasn't hard, but my cock was filling out, becoming thick again. The amazing sensual show in front of me drew me from my mental and sexual exhaustion.

On impulse, I slid off the couch, moving to kneel behind her. She was so engrossed in Leroy's potent, powerful erection, she didn't even register me. She remained completely unaware, until I slid two fingers into her vagina, gently stroking her G-spot.

Leroy's cock was buried more than half way down her throat when I did that. Her jaws were distended like a snake to swallow that meal. I could see from the wet ring around his shift below her lips, that she's only managed to work herself a little deeper, perhaps an inch. Clearly, she was intent on taking every inch of him.

As my fingers slid in her, her body froze and went stiff. She made a surprised sound, and began to lift her head. But almost instantly, Leroy captured her, his hands reaching to hold her head, freezing her in place. Before this, he'd been gentle, appreciative, stroking her hair, sometimes guiding, sometimes encouraging, but allowing her to take the lead. Now, he asserted control. In protest, her hips swung side to side, then up and down, as if trying futilely to dislodge me.

Leroy and I looked at each other, over her writhing body, and exchanged a knowing smile. Then his gaze lowered. Kayley went still.

Although I couldn't see, I knew what was happening. Their eyes were locked on each other in a battle of wills. Him looking calmly down at her, her looking up at him, her throat stuffed with his cock. It was a futile battle, lost before it was even begun. Kayley loved to be in control, but even more, she loved it when control was taken from her. She was outnumbered and defeated from the start, Leroy's physical control and his determination to master her joined with her own submissive nature and profound arousal. Against these forces her own will was a slender reed, bending inevitably and breaking.

I knew the exact moment when she dropped her eyes from his, acknowledging his power over her. Her body relaxed and she resumed her slow bobbing over his cock, her lips descending by slow increments, leaving a little more of his shaft slick and wet, before withdrawing to descend again.

The power had shifted irrevocably. From that point on, it was no longer her blow job, it was his, and they both knew it. He was now in control, guiding her head up and down, showing or telling her what to do. Without question or resistance she obeyed his spoken and unspoken directions, accepting his will in place of her own, with no other purpose but to give him pleasure. She trembled now at the sound of his voice, his commands sinking deep into her, and when he called her bitch or whore she all but shivered with deep satisfaction.

Her surrender was total and to both of us. I could feel it in the way her knees parted wider for me, the way her hips rocked back and squirmed on my fingers. I teased her, trying to work in tandem with Leroy, amplifying his mastery by making her body betray her.

As I stroked her G-spot, her cunt tightened, her pussy squeezing my fingers, a wet surge of lubrication trickling along my hand. Her body arched, she made a muffled squealing sound. Leroy held her head tight, letting her lift as the orgasm rode through her, giving her room, and then as it subsided, relentlessly re-asserting control.

Twice more as she sucked his cock, I pushed her to orgasm, each time, watching her body struggle helplessly as it was blown about by the waves of pleasure, and each time, leaving her even more broken, helpless, submissive and utterly compliant.

Finally, Leroy reached his peak of arousal, his own orgasm must have been bearing down on him. Suddenly, he was standing, his grip on her head like iron. In this new posture, my fingers fell from her pussy, and I retreated a few awkward steps, to enjoy the final show.

He started to fuck her face with savage force, using her almost like a rag doll, her body shaking with each lunge as he forced his cock all the way down her throat, before withdrawing it for another lunge. He called her a bitch and a whore and rammed into her face. She gagged helplessly, but took it, struggling vainly to catch a breath even as he used her.

Finally, he thrust deep, and wrapping his arms around her head, hunched over, making this animalistic growl. Her arms dangled at her sides, as she accepted this brutal use, Leroy hunched as he shot load after load of his thick potent semen down her willing throat.

For a moment, he held her like that, locked in his embrace, unable to even breath, Finally, he released her, staggering back, and falling on the couch, his cock coated and dripping with thick viscous slime from the cruel throat fucking.

Kayley dropped to knees and elbows, gasping for breath, coughing, spitting out wads of throat slime, her sides heaving. I crawled to her side, and she looked up at me, her chin smeared, and eyes wild. But she was grinning.

She looked up at Leroy, now relaxing, coming down.

"Good bitch?" she asked.

He nodded.

"Good bitch," he told her.

She allowed herself to go limp, rolling onto her back, arms and legs spread, smiling happily.

"Worth it."

That was it. All of us were completely fucked out and exhausted. Leroy sprawled out on the couch, not even bothering to put pants on. Kayley and I took quick separate showers, and got dressed.

Leroy walked us to the door. Before he left, he pulled Kayley into his arms for a passionate kiss as I stood there watching. I felt no trace of jealousy as she submitted effortlessly to him, broken to his will as much as his cock, offering her mouth, taking his tongue, squirming as his welcome hands took ownership of her body one last time, leaving her almost breathless when it finally ended.

Leroy looked at me, and we stuck out our hands to shake. Kayley, watching us, rolled her eyes. "Boys," she said, "you've gone way past that."

She was right, we both laughed, and stepped forward, wrapping our arms around each other in a big hug. I didn't mind at all that I was hugging a naked man, or his flaccid cock was pressing against me. "Brothers!" we said.

And that was it, the door shut. We made our way down the halls, and out to our car.

"So," she said. "Verdict."

"The sex..." I said thoughtfully. "The sex was epic. Leroy... Hmmm."

"I dunno," I continued. "He seems to need to be in control. Early on, at the bar, then the restaurant, at his place, it felt like he kept trying to make everything into a contest. Like he was always trying to get one over on us. On me. Or on you. He was really into dominating you."

"Yeah," she said. "I noticed that. It's like he didn't just want to be in control, but to use control, to set up the rules to win. Like making a point of fucking me while you were asleep - at first it was fun and naughty, but then after a while, I was thinking 'what the fuck, are you eight years old?'"

"Definitely in the bathroom at the bar," I said. "I mean, it wasn't obnoxious or offensive, he didn't go overboard. But it was there. And that blow job contest in the restaurant. What the fuck was that?"

Kayley snickered, I laughed.

"I dunno," she said. "At least we all had fun."

"He was laughing along with us," I said. "But I got the feeling he didn't find it funny."

"Yeah," she said. "I picked up on that too. It was almost like he thought we were laughing at him."

I nodded.

"Insecure, maybe?"

"Definitely. All those lies," she said. "I mean, okay, real musician, really in a band. Impressive. Spent time around restaurants, real restaurants. Impressive. But he couldn't leave it there. He had to brag about doing all these other things."

"I was afraid he was going to tell us about his time as an astronaut."

Kayley snorted, then hiccupped, then bent over laughing. I smiled.

"Oh my god," she said, wiping tears from her eyes. "Warn me the next time you do that!"

"No promises," I said smugly.

"Hey," I said. "What if he really did do everything he claimed, it's all real, none of it exaggerated or questionable or bullshit."

"In that case," she said. "Pull over here, I'll let you out and drive back. We'll send you postcards from Sri Lanka."

"Not if I get with him first," I said.

She laughed.

"I think he let go of that insecure topping, his need to be in charge, to get one over thing as we went along. He relaxed more."

"He was still really aggressive and dominating," she said.

I remembered the power shift during the blow job, and the final face fucking. And how he'd choreographed the finger session.

"That blow job session got pretty violent towards the end. How do you feel about it."

She looked out the window.

"Wet actually."

"Interesting, want to talk about it."

"It's hard to explain," she said, "but even at the end, when it was extreme, I was into it. I wanted him to do it that way. The thing with submission, it's not like off or on. You can descend into it, go deeper and deeper."

"I get that," I said.

"Sucking a cock can be a deeply submissive act," she said. "It's a gateway to that head space, for me at least. He kept taking me deeper. When I knew he was coming... I wanted it that way. He read me.."

I nodded.

"Very aggressive," she repeated.

"He was," I said, "but he did it more appropriately, working to the occasion, rather than trying or scheming to be on top, or put us under. Outside of that, he just seemed to relax, to be comfortable rather than controlling."

"Maybe..." she said. "He just got better at reading us and playing us as we went along."

I thought about it.

"Maybe," I said. "You know, you're really cynical."

"I just think we should be careful with him, take it slow."

"I agree," I hesitated. "I've almost got the urge to throw open our arms, invite him into our marriage, just go all in. But you're right. Slow. Careful. One step at a time."

"Besides," I said, "he might not even be marriage material."

"Sleazy," she said. "He's definitely got that. But it's a charming sleazy, and there's a lot more to him than I thought."

"He's a little dark," I said. "Notice his sex words. Whore, bitch. Take it."

"Yeah," she said. "Very aggressive. Very domineering. Conquer, owned, possessed."

"Those are yours," I said.

"What?"

"Yours. Those are your sex word. You don't use them constantly, but they come up when you're in the right mood," I shrugged. "I always just figured that you went through puberty reading about the Peloponnesian Wars."

"Oh," she said. She sounded surprised.

I glanced at her. "You don't know your own sex words?"

She stuck her tongue out at me.

"Of course I know them, dummy. But he picked them up and was using them on me. He read me and was using it to push my buttons hard, and I was responding. He's smarter than I thought, more perceptive... More dangerous."

I shrugged. Kayley was the one who had theories on sex words. I just knew that they made my cock hard and her pussy wet, little triggers, and that was it. Did they reveal something about the inner person? I kind of went both ways on the subject. On the one hand, it's just words to get you excited, and maybe you shouldn't read too much. But it could also reveal hidden or not so hidden aspects. I supposed it depended on the person.

Which was it for Leroy?

But there was another dimension. The fact that he'd read her, picked up on her sex words, turned them around and used it on her. That read like a player, a manipulator. Dangerous.

Or maybe she was just over thinking things. I loved her, but she was always over thinking.

Sometimes you had to just go with the flow, not try to out think. Just let someone or something reveal themselves. They always did, sooner or later.

At this point, I could see good and bad in Leroy, the potential of someone very dangerous. But I could tell, at heart, however he was bent, there's a good person in there, talented, open. Someone worth having in our lives.

I wasn't thrilled with his power games, or this cuckold thing he was pushing. But maybe as he got more comfortable with us, he could just relax and let it go.

"We should have him over," I said. "Or take him out, or something. I mean, we were overnight guests, and he did cook for us."

"And all the great fucking."

"That too," I agreed.

"Yeah," she said, "that breakfast. You think either of us could cook anything to match?"

"Restaurant," we both said at once.

I nodded.

"Somewhere nice, classy, to show him we appreciate him."

"Bottom line?" she asked.

"I like him," I said. "I didn't understand why you kept going back to him, even with his bigger cock."

Out of the corner of my eye I saw her expression flicker when I mentioned his cock.

"He's kind of rough, and a bit insecure. But I like him. I think I see what you see in him," I concluded.

"So we should keep on?" she asked. She sounded hopeful.

"Any chance of you falling out of love with me and in love with him," I asked, trying not to let my insecurity show. I don't mind that his cock is bigger, or he uses it better, I thought, as long as I've got your heart.

"Not a chance in a million years," she said. "I promise, I'm yours forever."

I smiled.

"How about you?"

"Excuse me?"

"Promise you won't fall in love with him, either gay, bro or some other weird male pseudo-homo-eroticism, and be mine forever."

I laughed.

"Totally promise!"

"Good."

"So I guess we're going to keep playing with him..."

"What if he keeps playing these games."

"We'll try to discourage that," I paused. "Or who knows, maybe they'll be fun, if we keep it under control."

"Yeah," she said. "I could see that."

I paused. It had to be said.

"What if he turns out to be toxic?"

She shrugged, staring out at the road.

"I'm really not appropriately dressed for this time of day," she said thoughtfully. "Or these neighborhoods.

I smiled.

"It's context. Last night, this was acceptable clubbing outfit. Today, wearing this, I should be standing on a streetcorner in some really scuzzy neighborhood."

"I think we can find you the right kind of streetcorner," I said, "if you need to stretch your legs... and your pussy."

She laughed a little.

"You keep suggesting that. A little bit of a fantasy of yours?"

"You keep bringing it up. A fantasy of yours?"

That shut her up for a moment.

"Intrigued," she admitted quietly.

I felt my cock stir in my pants, surprised at its enthusiasm.

"I think every woman has a fantasy along those lines. Being on the street. Looking like sex incarnate. Fucking complete strangers. Maybe some day..."

She leaned over to my side of the car, and laid her head on my shoulder.

"I'm exhausted. I just want to go home and take a long shower."

"We already had showers, before we left," I pointed out.

"I repeat: I just want to go home and take a lonnnnnnnnnggggg shower."

Her hand descended to my pants. One handed, she unzipped my fly.

"Oh," I said, understanding.

"So many showers, so many missed opportunities. So much lost time to make up for."

Her hand slid in through the fly, worming its way through underwear.

"I don't know... I'm pretty worn."

But my cock was already hardening under her touch.

That amazing, beautiful, wild woman!

"I think we'll be okay," she winked.