Part 3 Still weary and sticky from being edged and denied, by my own request of course, the four of us stood, waiting for the next direction. It was clear that C had no intention of giving up control, even when her husband, Z had requested it. She all but demanded him to take his place on the table. Quickly he was also blindfolded and muffed, isolated from our three way communication. I’ll admit, at this point in the evening I was more than intoxicated from everything that had occurred up until this point. The mind has an interesting way of analyzing these experiences. Between the pleasure and excitement and even fear of the evening, I believe I was a bit lost. There I was, standing behind Sarah. Caressing her skin and watching her touching another man. Watching his wife touch him as well. What exactly they were doing I cannot even recall. I do remember his face. His lips. A slight smirk but mostly straight. He laid very still. C asked for the lube and I gladly gave it to her. She generously, and I mean generously applied it to Z’s cock. Somewhat lost in what to do, I found the pinwheel and traced it along his body. I had never pleasure a man before and certainly had never thought of doing it in this fashion. I attempted to use the wheel in places I might find pleasurable. Chest, abdomen, inner thighs. As interesting as the tool was to me, I had other curiosities that still needed exploring. I watched as C rapidly stroked his cock, much faster than I was used to and preferred. It was time to touch with my own hands. First, slight pressure on he area right above his cock. I always enjoy that feeling. I watched for a response but not much of one. Hummm. Still unsure what to do, I think I need to take over stroking and see how that feels, see his reaction to that. So I did. C and I transitioned from her hand to mine effortlessly and I wondered if Z even could tell we made the change. By now both Sarah and C were touching and kissing Z, playing with his nipples, flicking them with their tongues. At first my strokes were slow, but C assured me he liked it fast. So following her lead I sped up. It wasn’t long before I heard those sounds. He was getting close and I slowed down and used my other hand to apply some pressure around his base. Strange he didn’t react like I do at all. This always causes me to swell, become super sensitive. But not Z. With that I increased the speed again, this time faster. This was a noticeable reaction as his breathing deepened and his body moved. I wasn’t tired but unsure and signaled to C to take back control. It wasn’t long and z was on edge, needing a break so he wouldn’t cum. Well, that wasn’t so hard now. C looked at me and simply said, I’ve never watched another man make him cum, and I want to. That part in my went into overdrive. I love to please and I was given an opportunity to please two people at once. I quickly took control back with new motivation. I was bound to make him cum, but is that what he wanted. It wasn’t long and he was back on edge. Instinctively I stopped. He settled and I started again. It’s just what I know. I can’t say how many times I allowed his to happen, but it was several and I noticed another difference. By no I would surely be dripping with precum, naturally lubricating the strokes. But Z would just get close and stop. Over and over. Finally C’s words rang out in my head. She wants him to cum, and she wants it from my doing. This made me speed up again. Z let out a moan, I’m going to cum if you don’t stop. Encouraged by C, don’t stop, keep stroking even after he cums. I listened and obeyed, stroking even faster. Now yet another difference. Clearly I had made him cross over. His face. His noises. He was about to or starting to cum but his cock didn’t grow in my hand. How strange. Within moments he was spurting cum, little specs flew in every direction. I did as I was told and continued to stroke even though my mind told me to stop, as that’s what I know. Z’s hips rose, continuing to release until finally they collapsed and I took that as my signal to stop. C smiled, Z exhaled, and Sarah I’m nearly certain in typical Sarah fashion said, of daddy! It wasn’t long and the 4 of us were cleaned up. Z and C laying in their bed, Sarah sitting, and me kneeling near her. My mind was still racing with everything that had just happened and all of the possibilities that were still to come. Maybe this is where the story gets boring but for me it’s where it stands out. We talked. We laughed. We admired what we had just done. Easily a half hour passed just being real and being ourselves. It was late. We were exhausted and it was time for us to get some sleep. I know some of you were hoping for a mass of bodies exploding in sexual bliss but this is where this adventure ends.