And Brent Makes Three - Again

I must have been only in a shallow state of sleep because I heard the doorknob being quietly turned and the pad of footsteps across the portion of oak floor, which silenced once he stepped upon the area rug. From the way the bed shifted, I could feel that he was sitting on my wife's side. Then I heard him whisper.

"Are you awake?"

I decided not to move and feign continued sleep both to see what Brent might have in mind, but also to see what my wife Missy might be wanting.

Missy and I, newly married Tango dancers, had exchanged some of our fantasies during our courtship, and had elaborated upon them more explicitly since we were married. We had asked fellow Tanguero, Brent, to come last night to help us make some of those fantasies come to life.

Gentle Brent on the dance floor had become a more dominant, alpha male in our threesome. Our fantasy of the three of us working synergistically for our mutual arousal and gratification seemed to be secondary to his wish to dominate and control. So, although some of our fantasies were realized, we felt it was our lucky night that we escaped further humiliation. Because after coming inside my wife, he passed out, sparing us from more of his domineering style of sexuality. Which seemed to be the first thing he wanted to explain to Missy this morning.

"I have this condition called narcolepsy," he whispered, "and sometimes when I get really emotional--excited, angry, and so forth--I go immediately into dream sleep. You know how sleep works, right? So because we don't want to be acting out our dreams at night, our brain paralyzes us so that we can't move in our sleep when we're in the dream state.

"I have to say that last night was a first. I've had sex thousands of times and I've never passed out. And so something about you two, and our threeway together, raised my level of excitement to a point I have never reached before.

"I know we only know each other through our dance community and now from last night's experience, but I'm sensing a deeper connection among the three of us. That maybe we are meant to be together for more than just a one night stand."

I lay there, listening to him, not only explaining what happened last night, but making a case for doing something more in the future, maybe in the near future, and maybe this morning. I was about to roll over when I heard Missy respond.

"Thank you for being so honest Brent. I appreciate it, and I'm sure Mack will too. And perhaps how embarrassed you must have felt after last night and how difficult it must have been for you to confide in us about your medical condition.

"Well, as a matter of fact, in the aftermath, with you lying there motionless, but breathing, we figured it was from drinking. And Mack finished what you had so arousingly started, by taking me for one of my pleasures, and then by feasting on all of your combined cums for another.

"When Mack and I came up to bed, we reminisced about the night and how happy we were with the outcome and initially we were unsure if we wanted any other of our fantasies brought to life with your participation, but we had agreed that we would at least sleep on it.

"I must admit that I was more than a little intrigued about one other fantasy, and I think Mack may have been as well, but we should ask him to speak for himself when he awakens."

"I'm awake. I've been listening to your conversation. And yes, thanks Brent for letting us know what the heck happened last night."

I had been lying on my left side facing away from the door, and I turned my head and shoulders to my right to look at Brent sitting at Missy's knees with one hand on her left kneecap.

He was naked, his hefty working man's build on full display. He had a little belly protuberance, maybe from too many burgers and beer, but even more noticeable was his cock. It was still coated with Missy, our lubrication, and his come which had dried in a translucent coating of the full length of his prominent phallus.

"So Mack, how are you feeling this morning about enlarging our fantasy realization experience," Missy inquired.

"What say you, MackyBoy?" Brent echoed, moving his paw up and down Missy's thigh, more rapidly, as if he couldn't wait to begin again.

I had to urinate quite badly and was having a reflex erection from that urge, so turning over in bed and lying on my back, tented the sheet and communicated the wrong message.

"I'd say he was into it, Missy. Look at that hard on."

'I say 'no comment,' as it's from having to piss really badly.'

They both laughed.

I got up not attempting to hide my erection, which was the perfect size for Missy, she had proclaimed, but clearly less than what Brent was in possession of. I walked into the bathroom, shut the door, and after a few minutes was able to start my stream. When finished, I opened it a little and asked,

"MissyLove, do you have to go or should I flush?"

"You two are so sweet together. And I feel so privileged to be invited into your loving home," Brent intoned, but it seemed that if it were really genuine there was a little sarcastic overtone.

"Yes. I need to use the bathroom. Bring me a robe, will you please, Mack?"

I grabbed mine from the back of the door, donned it, and retrieved Missy's as well. As I walked toward the bed, I saw Brent slide his hand up a little higher over her sheeted thigh, to touch her groin. She put her hand on top of his, removed it, sat up, pulling the sheet up to cover her breasts as she turned away from Brent and scooted across our queen toward me. She took the robe from me and covered herself without giving Brent any other view but her naked back.

"We're going to use the bathroom and shower, Brent. Why don't you use the shower downstairs and get dressed for breakfast," I suggested, in more of an authoritative voice than a polite request. "We can talk more while we eat."

We heard him leave, closing the bedroom door as he did so. Safely out of earshot, we began our conversation.

"So you seem ready for another go around?"

"Mack, I know he's a bit overbearing. His masculine energy was pretty intense..."

"And his domineering attitude, pretty annoying."

Missy approached me, her robe gaping from the tie sliding loose. She undid it completely, then undid mine, and slid her arms around my back and into a full body hug.

"What I love about you, Mack, is your boundless generosity, your willingness to please. To please me in fulfilling my fantasies for sure, but in all the many ways you do so in being my husband. I hope you feel the same about me, because I want to please you in everything I do, too.

"And I have to say that I saw the way you were giving head to Brent last night. That your effort to please him was on full display!"

She was right. Along the spectrum of dominant-submissive, I tended to be more submissive. I often viewed it as being more feminine than masculine which initially frightened me, being concerned that I was abnormal.

I was one of those guys who found out later in life that my attraction for men as well as for women, was common enough that I could feel that I was not really that weird. And while I enjoyed gaining the attention of women, I especially liked being looked over by men, particularly when they smiled afterwards.

I had a physique that was certainly masculine in many ways: a distinctive beard, broad shoulders, an average size cock and balls. But I also had more prominent hips and some mannerisms and gestures which had caused the kids in middle school to tease me, calling me a fem. As I grew into adulthood, I realized that some of the feminine characteristics of sensitivity, compassion, and listening made me attractive to women. And some of those masculine traits of competitiveness, drive, and perseverance helped me to become successful in my career.

So when there was a man who was clearly more physically masculine than I, the competitive side of me made sure that I could find in me one or more abilities, making me superior to him. Then I could feel secure with my less masculine/ more feminine side with him. With Brent last night, I knew I was obviously a better Tango dancer than he. So when his masculinity definitely overshadowed mine, there were still abilities of mine that overshadowed his which allowed me to relax into my more submissive side and therefore to share my Missy with him last night.

"I like your feminine submissive side, but I also know your masculine dominant side too. And you have the perfect blend of each for me, my Macky."

Her nakedness against mine was doing as much persuasion as her words, yet I still had concerns.

But I let her continue.

"So I'm thinking this. And tell me honestly if you disagree. We have him here. He was pretty good at fulfilling our first fantasies last night. And we each still have another fantasy which we want to fulfill. Well, I do. And I think you do too."

She slid her hands down my back and onto my buttocks, then her right hand slid down onto the back of my left thigh, over to my anus, and her fingers rode up between my crease gliding across my bud. She repeated the action with her left hand then with both palms resting on my globes, she provocatively pulled my cheeks apart.

"Am I right?"

I love that about my Missy. She knows me so well, that she can convince me of almost anything with the right words, tone--and body language. And my love software, becoming hard ware, was perpetually programmed to please her.

"I'm thinking about it, Missy. Let's talk some more at breakfast." Already, though, I was formulating a plan.

We both used the bathroom, showered, and dressed. Brent was already in the kitchen opening cabinets and drawers, apparently searching for something.

"Where do you keep the coffee?"

Missy and I exchanged glances, at his seemingly making-himself-at-home behavior, then she went over to a lower drawer and took out a bag of newly roasted beans.

We ate a simple breakfast, and sat around the kitchen table talking, initially about Tango, some of the dancers we liked, places we'd been to dance, and so on. Brent politely interrupted to say that he had scheduled something for this afternoon and wanted to know if he should cancel it. Which catapulted us into the discussion that we had been tactfully avoiding.

Missy looked at me and said she would be into something if Mack were, too. And although I started out a little hesitantly, I gathered momentum as I spoke, asking how the other two would feel if we did something special?

This new insight into my relatively new wife was making me feel intrigued, but also a little wary. Aroused, but a little anxious. A wanting to please her. A not wanting to disappoint her. And a not feeling completely at ease with Brent. It was all too weird. Otherworldly. And I needed to create a little exotic atmosphere. Maybe get a little control back. Or, on the other hand, maybe to escape into some ethereal place.

I suggested that we begin a little differently than last night. Start out with a playlist of music from the Middle East. That we all dress in Syrian prayer scarves or wraps. Burn some incense. And... that we all get a little high.

Missy beamed and readily agreed, voicing her enthusiastic approval. Brent initially looked a little puzzled, but when Missy went along so eagerly, Brent did as well.

So after cleaning up breakfast, brushing our teeth and with each of us wearing a wrap--I loaned one to Brent--we met in the guest room downstairs where we had had our three-way last night. Missy lit a stick of incense, and I began the playlist. Then we sat in a circle on the carpet of the guest room.

Missy produced the joint which she had rolled, lit it, took a deep inhale and passed it to Brent. He did likewise and passed it to me. I leaned over and took Missy's exhale shotgun style, held it in my lungs, then exhaled, and passed the joint back to Missy.

"Too strong for you, Mack?" Brent asked.

"Burns my throat. Makes me cough if I take it straight from the joint."

"You'll get used to it," replied Brent.

I never had.

After we each had three tokes, I was feeling pretty good. But Missy took a fourth and so did Brent, so I took one more shotgun from Missy.

"This is a good idea, Mack. I like the mood that your music is providing and the incense you're burning, Missy. Also, I'm liking the nice buzz I'm getting on.

"So tell me Missy what would you like this morning?"

Missy elaborated on her fantasy, and Brent nodded and said he could see that happening. But when Brent looked over at me for mine, I hesitated.

Brent broke the silence with a calm assurance,

"No need to say it, Mack. I know what it is you want by the way you stripped for us last night." He gave me a little smile and then glanced at Missy who smiled back.

He was right. I had flirted with him last evening. It was a power/surrender interaction which I came to know well in my lifetime of dealing with people. Often they are paradoxical. By taking a more submissive approach, a person can often gain power. So last evening, I compared our masculinity and concluded he was definitely more powerful in that sense than I. But my submissive side flirted with him in a seductive way, and by the way he looked back at me, I could tell that I was gaining a sexual sway over him.

"Let's stand up," Missy encouraged. I could tell from the dreamy look in her eyes that she was feeling the early effects of the pot. "I feel like a gentle breeze, and I'm flowing through my two men, standing like tall trees."

Missy began moving to the music, and with her arms outstretched, she glided between us and flowed in a figure of eight around and around, touching us lightly on our bare backs then across our bare chests. Brent responded in imitation, grazing his hands across her covered breasts, her back, her waist, and buttocks when she passed within reach.

"My big strong branches are holding firm in the breeze, but my leaves are fluttering. And my big root is anchoring my trunk.

Nothing subtle about Brent. I took the higher plane, letting my fingers stroke her clean hair, her neck, her shoulders.

It wasn't long before our movements loosened the wraps from our waists and Missy's from around her breasts. And nakedly dancing we let our hands go to places newly uncovered. Both Brent and I had healthy erections, his of course was leaking his voluminous clear fluid while mine was dry.

"Hope you two are getting thirsty," he began. "Because I got enough refreshments coming for both of you."

His taunts were followed by a silly laugh. I surmised he was feeling the effects of our smoke as well. I certainly was.

"I got to lay down," said Missy. She succumbed easily to pot, but lying down meant she was ready to have her arousal enhanced.

I think we were all ready for recumbancy. And arousal enhancement. Brent wasted no time in affirming that.

"OK, you two lovebird cocksuckers. Time to do some love-sucking on the object of your desire."

He lay on his back, crossed his arms behind his head, and let his big cock do the talking. Oozing from the tip, the clear viscous liquid briefly pooled, before it ran down over the rim of his prominent glans, streaking down his meaty shaft.

I had had the experience last night and with my heightened sensations from getting high, I was eager to start supping. Missy had watched me last night, but for some reason right now seemed to be hesitant, judging from her reluctance to make a play for him before I did.

So I preceded her and kissed Brent's wet cock first, to verify my memory from last night. Then I started in, maybe with too much enthusiasm saying,

"Missy, you gotta help me with this big serving."

The marijuana was definitely getting the better of me, and I started licking his shaft and swallowing all of his pre-come with a reckless abandon. Making those guttural sounds of a ravenous carnivore.

"That's it MackyBoy. Gobble me all up. You better hurry up MissyGirl or you're gonna miss it all. Your MackyBoy is such a hog not sharing anything with you. And he laughed heartily making his cock shake riotously.

And then he continued his rant in an amped up way reminiscent of last night,

"So, MissyGirl, this is your big chance to enjoy something, maybe you have never had, and never will, with your dry-cock MackyBoy. Don't let your boy hog my hog. And he laughed again.

Whatever changed Missy's attitude--maybe she saw my vigor and decided to play along, or maybe her hunger for his big meat was more than she could resist--but she immediately moved her gorgeous body over toward his big cock and joined me.

"Hey! Save some for me," she declared, and we began tandemly tonguing his swelling cock, taking turns kissing the head and licking the shaft, and then kissing each other.

Even though I had been reluctant to have a second go at things, doing something like this cooperatively with my Missy got me even harder. And I was trusting it got Missy even wetter.

"Swing your ass around this way MissyGirl. I want to see which hole I get to go in."

Missy obeyed his crude request and swung herself around so that now her tail end was up near where his face was. I shifted myself so that my behind was toward his feet so Missy and I could still take turns bobbing on his cock.

"Somebody's getting pretty aroused here MackyBoy. Where is the lubrication you were using last night?"

I broke off my fellatio to retrieve it from the side table.

"Squirt some in my hand here and let me go to work on that butt hole of your wife."

Like Missy, I acquiesced to his domineering request, and I saw him ladle his handful of liquid onto Missy's sacrum and coccyx watching it drip down the anus and then coat a portion of her nether lips. Brent used the hand with the lube to start massaging her anus and the other hand to catch some of the dripping Astroglide. He then began inserting two fingers into her vagina using his thumb to tickle her clitoris in the process.

"Oh yeah!" Missy exhaled, and I returned to Brent's cock alternately licking it, bobbing on it, and kissing Missy deeply with my tongue.

I poured some of the lubricant in my hand and began coating my cock as well. I think I was going to have to take the lead here with directing, as I could see Missy succumbing to the pleasures that she was receiving from both ends.

Remembering Missy felt pain from intercourse with Brent's big cock last night, I, in no way, wanted his DP participation to be in her lovely anus. So when Brent announced that he was ready to give Missy her fantasy and asked me if I was ready too, I thought she ought to ride him to let her control the depth of penetration.

"So big guy," I began in a flattering way, and I poured some liquid lube on his erection, encircling my hand and firmly stroking it as well as his ego.

"My Missy told me that she loved having your big cock in her pussy and wanted that again. You took her right to the edge, and if you had not passed out, you might've pushed her over the brink into that first blissful moment. So I think she would like a reprise of your big man cock inside her pussy.

"So why doesn't she ride you right now and when she's had her first rapture I'm gonna go inside her ass and give her a second one."

"That right MissyGirl? So you like my big cock? Could be hard to get used to your boy's smaller one if you get too much of mine you know."

Brent was developing a laugh after every comment. This was no exception. I thought Missy played right along, and I loved her for it.

"Yeah Brent. I've never had anyone as big as you. And, you're right, I may not be able to get enough."

I did wonder though if that may in fact be true. That not only would she get used to any discomfort from his king size cock, but might actually come to crave it.

So, on her hands and knees she switched orientations and positioned herself across Brent's stretched out body and hovered her lubricated cunt over his mammoth cock.

She was great at this. I knew this position well. Her being on top. She not only teased me but teased herself, too, having me enter her only part way, stopping me right at that spot in her vagina which she knew would start her on her way to her eventual rapture.

She reached down with one hand to spread her labia and with the other guided Brent's cock into her wanting womanhood. She lowered herself a fraction of an inch, and uttered a sigh. It was unmistakably one of sheer pleasure. Her hands now resting on his chest she was free to move in all the ways that she needed to bring on her continued delight.

Brent crossed his arms behind his head again and watched in satisfied fascination the show that her face was giving him, contorting in that other-worldly feeling of him no doubt stretching her womanhood in a way that I had not been able to, a sensation enhanced by the marijuana. And no doubt feeling the pleasure of the tightness of her pussy around his cock.

She was kneeling on either side of his pelvis with his legs stretched out, so I knelt astride his thighs and reached around to her breasts which hung loose. I began kneading them roughly with my fingers which I knew she loved when she was on top of me, to enhance complimentary sensations.

"You're loving this aren't you MissyGirl," Brent stated the obvious.

"And MackyBoy, you're loving this too. Seeing how a big man like me can pleasure your wife. I don't like to compare MackyBoy, but I don't know if you've ever seen her this aroused."

For the record, I had, and I have brought her to those heights as well. So part of me warred with telling him to shut the fuck up, but the other part didn't want to interrupt my Missy's total enjoyment. So as I massaged her breasts and squeezed her nipples with just the right pressure and heard her moaning in response, I let Brent believe that he was the master.

"You're right, Brent. She is really loving your mighty member."

This double sensation did it for her. She began taking him deeper and deeper. I changed up her mammary sensation pulling hard into her chest as she accelerated her pumping of him with her pelvic rocks making those soft little grunts until the first rapture came. Her body started shivering and shaking in cataclysmic jerks.

They kept coming and coming so I kept kneading, massaging, and pinching. Missy kept quaking. And Brent just lay there in amazement.

At last the shivers and jerks quieted, and she lay herself down on Brent's chest, not kissing him, but just breathing in long deep sighs.

I began to alternately kiss her buttocks, lightly resting my lips on each of her beautiful glutes. Varying the alighting, but gradually closing in on the object of my desire, her flattened, yet puckered bud.

Her first bliss was so enthralling, riding Brent to an O, the kind of O I had witnessed before with her on top of me. But I had never watched her come with another man. Something new for me, and, surprisingly, something I had to say that I enjoyed. But it got me really ravenous for penetrating her myself and in a way she had fantasized about actualizing.

I was good and hard, and I increased the pace of my kissing so that I could bring my bearded lips full of Brent's pre-come onto her lubed anus which Brent had so thoughtfully prepared for me. I didn't care if it was Astroglide that was coating it now, so when I got there I began kissing it. Initially tenderly and then with more pressure from my lips and finally my tongue probing her rosebud.

That did it. I had re-aroused my Missy's wanton self. She wanted more. Brent was still hard inside her and in a throaty voice she said,

"I'm ready for more Macky. Fuck me with your perfect cock."

Missy and I had had anal intercourse one time several months ago when we were dancing Tango oiled up and sliding around and over each other as we danced. Once both of us were fully excited, I had bent her over the dining room table. I will never forget the sounds that she made when I entered her ass. She wanted it again sometime in another setting, but we never did it again, so this morning would be the second time.

Her legs were splayed around Brent's and I was kneeling across his thighs. Brent had given her one finger of stretch, but I knew my Missy needed more than that to accommodate my cock. So I began initially with one finger then two, gently sliding them in and out, stretching the anal ring. I heard Missy gasp, "That is so good Macky. So good. Fuck me now."

My cock was so hard from watching my Missy's first bliss, and I pushed it gently against her anal bud. I felt her do a pelvic rock up against it, and so I began to slide myself slowly in. My Missy has had a couple of babies, and intercourse with her has been pleasurable enough with tone still remaining in her vaginal muscles to squeeze me when I entered. But there's nothing like going into a tight asshole with an erect cock like mine and being given a welcome hug. When my cockhead burst through her anal ring, I heard her gasp, "Yes."

I eased my full length into her, then I pulled out partway and slid in again. She started grunting, rocking, exclaiming "This is so good. Feeling both of you. Rubbing up against each other with only my vaginal wall in between. I've never had anything like this. It is indescribable. And so fucking good. So fucking good."

And she kept saying that again and again rocking as we started to get into the rhythm to bring her fantasy to life.

I could tell she was nearing another rapture because she began making that sound of an animal in heat. What I had only heard one other time when I had sodomized her.

This was almost too much for me. I thought I was going to come, but I distracted myself, thinking of dancing Tango. Missy began convulsing again, more powerfully than before, then intermittently shivering and then convulsing over and over. She was possessed.

And Brent, with our combined weight on him, couldn't really thrust, yet he could no doubt feel my cock running along the sensitive underside of his, as I was plunging in and out of Missy. I was certainly feeling his. And with that sensation and witnessing Misty's exorcism, he too grunted that he was coming and let loose probably a cupful of cream inside her vault.

I slowed my motion down in time with Missy's breathing. But I did not withdraw waiting for her to tell me when. Happily Brent did not pass out again, so the three of us lay there, breathing, sweating, enjoying the THC high, and the higher high of arousal for me and the rapture for the two of them.

Then Brent once more took charge. Likely planning ahead. Unless our combined weight was becoming too great.

"Actually, MissyGirl, can you and MackyBoy roll off me. I want you to keep my cream inside your cunt so that I could watch MackyBoy lick it all out. You told me how much he really enjoyed swallowing my cum from last night. His jism might've been in there too, but I'm sure much more of mine was.

So we followed his directive. I slowly slid out of my wife's private place, and she rolled off Brent, holding her left hand over her pussy lips. Some of Brent's cum was already seeping out, but with Missy on her back, the greater portion was contained.

We took a break to give Missy all kinds of attention. Well, really, I did, by first stroking her hair with my clean hand and then rubbing over and around her breasts down to her abdomen, and around her cum-filled pussy. Her nether lips were wet, swollen, and glistening, and again my oral obsession to taste, suck, and swallow compelled me to alter my position and gently spread her thighs. Her vulva gaped and I could see Brent's ejaculate pooling inside her vagina. In no time I was kissing her thighs left and right and moving closer and closer to my second meal of the day. Third, if you counted breakfast.

The scent of Missy's pungent arousal, and Brent's manly sweat on her closely trimmed pubic hairs was keeping me fully erect. And the closer I moved my wanting lips and tongue, the hungrier I got. At last, I was there, and I buried my nose and mouth in her willing opening, tongueing and sucking out cum, tonguing and sucking on her clitoris.

Missy grabbed my head as if to say "Don't leave and don't you dare stop," and I continued until she had yet another shiver and convulsion with body jerks, signaling her third bliss of the morning.

I think the sight of me devouring his cum from my wife's vagina and the welcoming moans and gratitude that she was uttering, prompted Brent to regain his full potential. Miraculously he had accomplished that in about half an hour. Being 20 years younger than I definitely gave him a rebound advantage. I was relieved that I hadn't come earlier because I never would've been able to get another erection in that brief length of time.

Eventually, Missy eased my face away, so that she could recover from her ecstatic moment. And Brent issued a directive to me to do some cleaning up of his renewed erection, precome now dribbling down his manly shaft already coated with Missy's arousal juices and his cum.

"Missy and I gotta keep you around MackyBoy as our cleaner-upper. I gotta admit you do good work as a pussy-cleaner, and I've already told you that you're on your way to becoming a first class cocksucker."

I bristled at Brent's continued need to demean me, with his running commentary. But I let it go. With my marijuana high and my general love of oral pleasuring, I went right over to him. Initially, I was able to push out those niggling worries, because my Missy was thoroughly enjoying herself this morning. And it was she who I was really serving. Riding Brent's rigidity to one O, then having her fantasized DP for a second, followed by my clean up for her third. Her preferred blissful trifectas.

But my mind didn't completely stop wondering about how much of her pleasure was on account of Brent's manly presence. Would she start to want more of that in the future? A more masculine man than I. And was watching him dominate me part of that pleasing? But maybe equally troubling was what it meant that I was enjoying being in this submissive role to Brent.

My beard and mustache covered with Missy juices, and Brent's cum, I began lapping up pre-cum, licking around the rim of his glans, and then putting my tongue into his cock head opening. Remembering the gagging of last night, I circled my fist around the base of his cock to limit the depth of my descent and began rhythmically taking more and more of him into my mouth.

"Yeah, MackyBoy. Keep that up. I see you got the incentive to get me really big and hard for you."

While I was getting Brent really big and hard for me, Missy cleaned off my fingers, then my cock with some soap and water which she got from the guest bathroom. Then she smeared my manhood with Astroglide and rubbed a little on her own vulva.

"Ready MissyGirl," Brent asked, "to give your boy his own DP?"

I looked over at Missy who sported a broad smile on her face and a coyness in her nodding affirmatively to Brent.

Missy stretched out, spread her legs, getting ready for perhaps another rapture as I was getting ready for my first one. Or would it be a rupture?

Brent was feeling the effects of one orgasm and one powerful marijuana high and he kept talking as he began applying Astroglide liberally to his glistening erection.

"That's it, MissyGirl. Open wide for your MackyBoy's little cock. Not that you're gonna feel it much after the fucking I gave you with my big monster."

Missy obviously knew what was coming. My secret fantasy to have a real cock up my ass. And, therefore, I'm not sure if she was just playing along, or just trying to satisfy both of us men because she joined Brent's bravado by saying "You really know how to fill up a girl, Brent" and then added, as I entered her, "Oh, Mack, I love the feeling of you inside me."

She began rubbing her hands up and down my back and then lightly digging in her fingernails in the same motions, making me tingle and get a little harder.

I felt Brent push my thighs apart with his big paws, and with his knees, he spread Missy thighs a little wider. Drops of pre-cum hit my lower back. Then I felt his cockhead at my back door.

"Now MissyGirl, reach those lovely arms of yours around your boy's backside and pull his cheeks apart for me. Yeah, that's it.

"I've fucked a lot of girl ass in my day, MackeyBoy, but I've never fucked a boy ass. I hope you're honored that you're gonna be my first."

I was putting my full concentration into kissing Missy, gently on her lips, sliding my lower lip against her upper lip, then supplementing that with little pressures of both lips. No biting. No roughness. Just gentle, melting and molding.

I had had experiences with anal play. Missy and I had used a glass dildo of a relatively small caliber and the first time it had created such a painful stretch that I thought I tore something. Happily, it was immediately followed by the sliding of the cool glass in and out, and that tearing sensation disappeared. We'd even tried with a larger penis-shaped dildo, Missy in her pegging harness, and again that painful stretching initially scared me, but it disappeared shortly afterwards, and I felt that filling sensation with the stretch and the glide of the latex cock. It's funny too that even though there was an initial pain, I enjoyed the sensation so much that I kept asking Missy for it with differently sized and shaped objects. But there was always something lacking. It wasn't a real cock. And those dildos, although they came inside me, they would never be able to come inside me.

Today was going to be with a real cock, and we were engaged in a double penetration of a different variety--me penetrating Missy and Brent about to penetrate me.

"I've never been told this is an ass wrecker, MackyBoy, but then again I've never fucked a virgin boy."

It was hard to deny the sound of glee in his boast, and it did send a little shiver up my spine to know that his size was bigger than anything I'd ever played around with with Missy.

He pushed me down harder on her.

"Well I've taken some virgin pussy in my day and they actually screamed. Yeah it hurt, but then they loved it after that. Same when I took their asses. I'd like you to scream for me MackyBoy. Yeah it's gonna hurt first, but then my big cock is going to give you so much joy.

And he went on.

"I cucked you twice MackyBoy. And MissyGirl, I'm gonna cuck you too by fucking your MackyBoy. I've never done so much cucking in a day."

This was clearly a man on a power trip. But being inside my Missy, and her pulling apart my buttcheeks, was making me forget the intrapersonal psychology that was going on, instead, allowing my fantasy to be fully fleshed out. It was my wish that I had never fully expressed to Missy, for I was embarrassed to tell her that my preferred erotica stories, those which got me the most aroused, were when husbands encouraged their wives to cuckold them. I enjoyed the various and diverse ways that writers had described the husbands' roles, but I especially liked the ones where the husband was present and participatory. So in some ways, my presence with Brent taking my wife last night and this morning was playing into an unconscious arousal desire of mine, and a powerful one.

I let myself become at ease. To feel all the comfortable sensations that Missy was providing for me. And then the new one, Brent's bigness knocking on my back door. I answered with a pelvic rock against him, and felt him take his first step across the threshold.

I think I stiffened, because I heard Brent's authoritative chiding,

"You want this, MackyBoy. Even though I sense a little resistance, I'm still going to give it to you."

And he continued his pressure, stretching me slowly. At least he wasn't overly sadistic. Just on the edge. But I could feel what I imagined was his conical cock head probing me deeper, incrementally, forcing his might into my ambivalent hole. It wasn't friction. There was plenty of lube, but the stretch gave way to a tearing feeling, stronger than I had ever felt, and I did scream.

Missy let go of my butt and wrapped her arms around my back. Kissed me and spoke into our mashing lips with "I love you," over and over in both an empathic tone, and a celebratory one, knowing how much I wanted this.

Brent laughed.

"Yeah, MackyBoy. Keep screaming for me."

And then the whole cock head was inside my sphincter.

And he became more animated.

"You are the tightest ass I've ever had, MackyBoy. And I want it all."

He plunged his cock deeper into me, and I screamed again. He withdrew a portion of his length, and plunged again. And again I screamed. Each time it felt as if he were burying more of himself inside my virgin asshole. But each time, the screams that his assault evoked were lessened, as the tearing feeling seemed to lessen too.

When he finally bottomed out--when I felt his pelvic bones crashing into my butt cheeks--although the tearing feeling was practically gone, a new discomfort occurred with what I thought was his cock head hitting my insides. It hurt, but not screamingly so. So, now I knew how a long and big-girthed man's cock can feel. But with every stroke of his, stretching my anal rim and filling up my rectum, I began to welcome each of his plunges.

And I began to feel something else. Of course I was wonderfully aware of my Missy's two pairs of lips, kissing me with one pair above and squeezing me with the other pair below. But there was this sense of pride, weird though it may sound, that I was man enough to take this big man. That I was the tightest ass he'd ever had, and that I was pleasing him to no end.

I wasn't sure how much time passed. But the sensations of my Missy surrounding me and those of Brent who I was surrounding, were getting me close to rapture. I had held out inside Missy's private place, but just barely. And now, I couldn't contain myself much longer. In fact, I started to kiss Missy ferociously, then bite her gently on the neck, something that often sends her off into Orgasmic Space. I began to writhe and make those high-pitched groans signaling, at least to Missy, that I was about to come.

Missy started to writhe too, with those preconvulsive spasms she makes, the two of us being in sync. And Brent made three.

"I'm gonna fill your pussy hole with so much cream, MackyBoy, you're gonna be oozing it for days. And he began in rapid fashion fucking the hell out of me. That did it. I came, screaming this time in the splendor of an orgasm, the intensity of which I'm not sure I've ever had before. Missy convulsed, and quaked, and spasmed. And Brent. Well Brent came in big gobs no doubt, yelled in a victorious bellowing voice, and promptly passed out. Fell asleep on top of us, his cock still big inside me.

After a while though, his cock softened and slipped out of me. But our combined weight on top of Missy was too great. We had to roll him off, which we did, and I caught him by the shoulder just before he would have toppled over the edge of the mattress and onto the floor. Fast asleep. The narcolepsy got him again. Once more we were too much for him, and we had a long laugh about that.

But it gave Missy and I a lot of moments to collect our thoughts and reflect. And we lay in each other's arms, stroking each other's back and head and hair, contentedly. We were sated. Missy after her record big four raptures for the morning and me with one of the biggest Os I've ever had. It had been a tortured decision early this morning with whether to have another go at our fantasy-living with Brent, and in the end, both of us thought it was the right choice.

We didn't move, staying right there on the queen, basking in our afterglow. After several more minutes, maybe half an hour, Brent awoke. Again embarrassed, but only briefly, at having missed the immediate celebratory exclamations and sighs of satisfaction. For it didn't take him long to pick up where he left off. Missy put her hand over his mouth, and surprisingly, he stopped talking.

"Thank you, Brent," she said.

I thought it was for having stopped talking. But she added,

"This has been a very special day for the two of us, and we are happy with what you have helped us to have realized. And when we dance again this coming week, we can all think that sometimes, it takes three to tango."

Brent interrupted her.

"You're both welcome. I've never had such an experience before. But I have some sad news for all of us. I'm being transferred across the country for a job that starts in a month. So I won't be around much longer, unfortunately, for the three of us."

What Brent now informed us of made my wife gasp and me sigh in relief. I have to say that I was somewhat surprised at her reaction. It's funny how you think you know someone well enough to marry them, even after a relatively long period, like a year and a half, but it really takes more than that. To really, really know someone. And maybe you never ever do.

Missy and I had talked more intimately than I had ever talked with my first wife, and she said the same about her first husband, and yet there were things I was still reluctant to reveal to her and probably the same went for her as well. So now, when Brent informed us that he was taking a job across the country; had sold his house and was closing on one 2000 miles away; but that it wouldn't be ready for occupancy for another month; and would we be willing to host him for that time, my immediate reaction was "No way." But Missy's face was not hard to read; her ambivalence was on full display. I decided to speak for both of us. I said we didn't want to make any promises, but we would think on it.

We were way past lunchtime, and so we had an early dinner. The three of us roasted a spatch-cocked chicken, made rice and a salad. We talked again about things unrelated to that elephantine subject. We shared a bottle of wine, and, afterwards, I felt a little tipsy, although I'm not sure Missy or Brent did.

After dinner, we said good night to Brent. But it wasn't the simple hug and a we'll-get-back-to-you-in-a-few-days kind of departure. Missy and I had not fully talked about things and I was totally against it, but I could tell that she was feeling some desire to help out a fellow Tanguero, although I think there was more to it than that. For in her playful way, she said to Brent,

"We lock our doors at night, so come back in the morning at seven. If the door is locked, the answer is 'Sorry we cannot host you.' Unless we've left the key under the mat, in which case, the answer is 'Yes, we can.'"

Brent gave Missy that sly little smile as if he knew that there would be a key under the mat in the morning. I shot Missy a look which Brent did not see, but which Missy did. She continued,

"But please don't get your hopes up."

Brent thanked us again, gave us each a warm and lengthy hug, picked up his overnight bag, and departed.

It grew late and we got ready for bed. With Brent here the whole day, we had not had a chance to talk completely about all things. And although my usual tact would be to ask Missy a question and listen to her reply, I started right in saying I didn't want him here. That our only reason for inviting him in the first place was to fulfill our fantasies which we had done. And that we should return to our lives as before with those exciting memories to live on with us. We would see each other at dance the next four weeks until he left, and that would be a nice transition to him leaving our lives.

Missy nodded, seemingly in agreement, and came over to give me a long hug, rubbing her hands up and down my back gently around my buttocks, and then pulled back and looked at me.

"I have to say, husband-of-mine, that I've never met a man whom I've loved so much as you. You are the best Tango dancer I have ever danced with. You are the most caring man I've ever dated and now married. You are the most playful, the most imaginative, the most creative, and the most willing to take risks. I don't think that I would ever be the woman I am had I not met you. You bring out in me that adventuresome girl I used to be in grade school and middle school until puberty overtook me and things changed dramatically for me. I became shy, embarrassed, insecure. My first husband saw those qualities, but did not see the child and prepubescent girl full of spirit and adventure for life. Somehow you did. I can't believe how lucky I am. So yes, I totally agree with you that we will not have him stay with us. I have enjoyed the last twenty-four hours immensely with Brent, but it has been because of you. And although I am sorely tempted to want him to stay longer and experience some of those same pleasures that we all experienced together and maybe experience some more, I am so grateful to you that I am willing to say let's leave the door locked and not give him the key.

I hugged my Missy tightly. I had never loved a woman so much as I loved her, and now tugging at me was that desire to please her even more, after hearing her acquiesce to my wishes. Paradoxically it made me more willing to acquiesce to her deeper desires. So when we got into bed, I waited for her to fall asleep. Then I tiptoed downstairs to put a key underneath the front door welcome mat.

I awoke the next morning a little past seven. Missy lay next to me breathing quietly in deep repose. I listened intently for sounds of footsteps or boxes being carried and dropped. But all I heard was silence.

Then I saw it. I was overcome with a rush of the most intense love I have ever felt for a person. And although she was sleeping, I felt that same intensity--maybe even more--of the love she felt for me. Because there, on the nightstand, next to her bedside, was the key that I had left under the mat for Brent.