As I mentioned in my last story, I found a great couple, Dan and Debbie that allowed all of to explore a variety of things. I think that what made it successful was the fact that all of us felt safe; safe that I wasn’t going to ruin their marriage (they were moving in six months), safe they weren’t going to suddenly show up at my work or inject themselves in my personal life, and safe in the fact we both seem to realize that communication was the key to making the most of the time we had. Communication between us started the day I got back home, it continued over a variety of emails, it evolved over sending sexy clips back and forth, and matured when we finally lined up our personal calendars.

My next date with this couple involved Dan and I putting some of our boundaries aside to let her live some of hers. As I previous mentioned, I lived about 3.5 hours away and had a monthly reoccurring obligation to visit the area. This time after my perfunctory time was complete, instead of getting a hotel room and meeting them at a bar, I drove to their home as I had been invited to spend the night. This evening I arrived just after dark, probably just a little after 9:00 pm and knocked at the door of their home.

While I admit I had some butterflies about meeting them again, this time it went very smooth. Both of them were at the door and warmly embraced me. We quickly found our way into the kitchen and got a small glass of wine to settle the nerves. As we discussed, I thought it was a good idea of me to take a quick shower before the fun began. Upon exiting their master shower, Debbie already had candles lit in their bedroom and was waiting patiently in a long dark spaghetti string camisole on the side of her bed with Dan sitting on a chair nearby slowly rubbing his groin.
As soon as I came in the room, with the towel around my waist, she rose from the bed and kissed me softly. As we made out for a couple of minutes, I could feel her nipples pressing into my chest and she slowly pulled off the towel letting it fall to the floor. We continued to kiss and touch each other standing in the middle of the room for a few minutes, until she dropped to her knees and once again began to wrap her mouth around my cock. I let her go on for just a few minutes until I reminded her that this night was going be about her first.

As I maneuvered her to her bed and laid her back, I motioned over to Dan, who was now naked and very erect, to come to the other side of the bed. With Debbie between us, we each took a foot, me on her left, him on her right, we both and began to slowly kiss our way down each of her soles, nuzzling her ankles, biting and licking down her calves, licking and tracking down her thighs with our tongues. Until we found ourselves together at her pussy.

I know people use labels to describe themselves, I don’t view myself as gay, I don’t view guys romantically, but in the moment; I didn’t care what people thought. I can still feel her foot slowly caressing my bare back, her hand gently gripping my hair as she pulled me and Dan’s face into her pussy. I also clearly remember Dan and I looking at each other right before we leaned in and started slowly tonging her ever moistening slit.

Yes, this was planned, we all knew would likely be pushing some boundaries, but in the heat of the moment, it just felt good. I remember Dan and I’s face pressed together on Debbie’s pussy, our tongues overlapping and searching out her ever moistening hole, but most off all I remember the feeling of her legs spasming and the feeling her gentle grips becoming fists, pushing our faces deep in her pussy as we pushed her over the edge in a couple of back to back orgasms.

After Debbie had recovered from her orgasm, I quickly slid underneath her and she mounted me. Dan guided my cock into her now sopping wet pussy and allowed us to begin kissing as he quickly applied more lubrication to his cock. Gently, but firmly, Dan got on his knees and slowly slid into Debbie’s pussy with me.
Again, pushing boundaries, I can now understand why some gay guys like to frot, and frankly with both of our dicks inside the same hole in Debbie, it was an amazing feeling.

Dan and I slowly tried to find a rhythm that would work for all of us, we again began to talk dirty to each other, saying how wet and tight she was, how hard he is, and while Debbie and I kissed, Dan began to plow without abandon. Probably too soon, no more than 10 minutes, both of us were at the point of no return and we both began to paint the inside of Debbie with our cum. it coated her pussy, leaked out on our balls and covered our cocks.

We took a break there, did some showering, and had sex another two or three times that night before I left the next morning, but I will always remember Debbie’s hands on our heads pressing us into her pussy, our tongues lapping between her legs as she spasmed over and over again. I also loved the feeling of Debbie pressing her body onto mine, her tongue deep in my mouth while Dan and I’s cocks were locked into her pussy until we both left our loads in her and each other.

I still say what made those encounters successful, was the constant communication, the emails, and the understanding what we did in that bedroom was never going to interfere with our ordinary everyday vanilla lives.