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Author’s note: I am not sure where to put this, so it’s in “Fetish.” It begins with gay sex but then heads into FemDom. Comments welcome.

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Mike Jones and I mapped out a bike course of about 32 miles that started and ended at the house that he and Celeste, who’s his wife, share in central Massachusetts. With Laurie, who is my wife, I visit once a month or so from our place just outside of Boston. When we visited in April this year, my Trek road bike was on our car’s roof bike-rack. The weather was finally good enough for a ride.

When Celeste and Laurie went to Springfield to shop, Mike and I headed out on our bikes. As we were about ten miles on the way back to his house, we got stuck at a railroad crossing. I looked over at him, both of us standing astride our bikes. For the first time I noticed his dick. I’ve seen plenty of dicks encased in bike shorts or swimsuits over the years. I mean, we all have them. But for reasons I’ll never understand I noticed his as he stood, bending side-to-side to keep loose. He was oblivious to me, and we finished the ride once the freight train was through.

We did our normal post-ride routine. I showered. He showered. We watched TV with beers and potato chips as we bullshitted waiting for our wives to return.

A few days later, at home, I was in my shower getting ready for work when suddenly I thought of him and his dick as I was rubbing my own. Whoa! I stopped for a second but the image was too pleasing to delay for long. I thought of it. What it would look like. How it would feel in my hand. How it would feel . . . in my mouth. I was jerking furiously and quickly shot a load against the shower tiles, maintaining my balance only with my left hand against the wall.

I was short of breath. That’d never happened. Some momentary insanity. I washed myself, and the tiles, and resumed my routine. What I did to myself hung in my head briefly but was soon out of my mind. Except when I took a shower. But I didn’t do anything about it.

So things were back to normal when we got back to their place in early May, three weeks after our prior visit. He did his typical sprint up a short hill we reach about a half-mile from the house and I let him go. I am a better rider than he is, but he likes that little king-of-the-mountain victory. I caught him on the downhill to his house and we high-fived after we passed the house. If we pushed it, it’d take a bit over an hour-and-a-half. If we took our time, maybe two hours. We’d pushed it and would have maybe an hour before our wives returned.

Mike is six-two and conventionally handsome, with longish blonde hair that swept across his head. Slim but not ripped. A natural athlete. I was a few inches shorter and also slim, with a body toned, but also not ripped, from triathlon training.

As usual, our wives were in Springfield. After Mike and I rolled to his house, I ran up for a shower, grabbing water, Gatorade, and a banana on the way. When I finished, he took my place. For some reason, he didn’t close the door, and I heard him call to me.

“I forgot the shampoo. Can you grab it for me?”

I went in and saw the bottle on the sink. I opened the shower door to hand it to him. He was under the water and turned to one side and I could see his dick to the left. It was not hard, but it was not soft. I found myself looking at it and felt him looking at me looking at it as I handed him the shampoo. He looked down at his dick and then back at me. It was the moment where things could go either way. We both knew it. I paused and did not back-out. He had my answer.

Mike turned to face me, but I could only face his dick. It grew and I heard “go ahead I want you to” from somewhere as the shower water stopped flowing. It was beautiful. My right hand reached under it and I caressed it and I heard a moan from somewhere. My hand lowered and I felt the balls, Mike’s balls. My eyes returned to his shaft, locking on it, my tongue licking my upper lip, my right hand joined by my left and I studied his erection.

My fingers ran along its length and I felt, or perhaps I only imagined I felt, pulsing veins on its underside. I removed my towel and let it fall behind me and I dropped to my knees. Too quickly and I felt pain stab each as they hit the tiled floor. I barely noticed. Mike’s tip was in my mouth and my tongue circled it. I reminded myself to breathe and put more of his dick in my mouth, starting to bob up and down. Again hearing moans. I felt Mike’s hands on my head, pulling me closer to his hips and pushing his dick further into me, to my throat, and I gagged and Mike relaxed his grip and let me find my own rhythm and my own depth.

Suddenly Mike’s hands pushed me back and he said, breathing heavily, that his legs were giving out and he helped me up and said: “Let’s get comfortable.” I followed him into his bedroom after we dried ourselves off. I watched as he ran his towel up and down his erection and he watched as I did the same to mine.

He led me to the bedroom. My god. Mike was gorgeous as he lay down on the bed, fully naked and his dick standing out. istanbul escort To his “are you sure?” I got on the bed from its foot, between his legs, and attempted to devour his dick. My ears were clear and now it was Mike panting and moaning as I bobbed my head up-and-down on it with my right hand caressing his balls.

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. So fucking good.” And I heard all of that and ran my finger back along the skin that connected it to Mike’s asshole and then I rubbed Mike’s asshole and Mike’s hips began to lift it off the bed and after hearing “I’m coming” he exploded and I tried to swallow but could not and drops fell from the corners of my mouth until my hand reached up to stop them. And then I licked them clean.

Mike lay on the bed panting. “I’ve never done that before,” and I kissed his dick again and circled its tip with my tongue, inhaling Mike’s final drops.

I crawled up Mike’s chest and was above him. I told him I’d never done it before either. I leaned down and kissed him and he licked my lips to taste himself. “I can’t believe how great that was. Your turn” and with that I was on my back and my dick was in Mike’s mouth and out of Mike’s mouth and then back in for keeps as I watched him bob and my dick was harder, I think, than it had ever been and I was holding his head and I was moaning and saying “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” And my hips were levitating until they were off the bed and I held Mike’s head as I burst into him and sent streams of myself into him and he, like me, tried to swallow it all but, like me, failed and I saw his hand rush to his mouth to prevent the loss of too much and I asked him for his finger and he raised it to me, and I licked myself from it.

About ten minutes later, as we were lying next to one another and enjoying lying next to one another, silent as we stared at the ceiling in our own muddled thoughts, he suddenly said, “Fuck. They’ll be back soon.” We both jumped out of bed and found our clothes and after some towel cleaning of our dicks and opening the window to try to air the room out and changing the sheets, we and the bedroom were, we hoped, presentable when they came through the door.

* * * *

I couldn’t stop thinking of it. Every moment thinking of it. When my wife was out, I cruised the web, now searching for MMF videos and then rejecting those that were headed for double-penetration. No. I wanted the woman-wants-to-watch-the-guys-blow-each-other videos and then it was the straight gay stuff. And the ones with the blondes. Surfer types. Pecs and abs. And big dicks. Dicks in mouths. Dicks in asses. Even autofellatio.

For the next several trips to their house, Mike and I didn’t bother going out on our bikes, though I brought my Trek up each time. We preferred to spend our time in his bed. Pretty much doing what we had done on that first afternoon, but with the luxury of being able to take our time. We didn’t vary it much. It was pretty perfect as it was.

Our routine was that I gave him head and he returned the favor. We’d hold each other, each of us caressing the other’s dick gently while we kissed. When we were hard enough—it never took long—we’d position ourselves. I got on my back and he was above me, mouths-to-dicks, and we’d suck each other off and after we came we had lunch.

After eating, we returned to the bed and suck each other lightly, this time lying on or sides. When it was about half-an-hour before our wives were due, we upped the tempo and one and then the other of us would come in the sucker’s mouth. We’d both gotten skilled enough to swallow ever drop.

We would then briefly hold one another before getting ready for our wives’ return.

* * * *

I was awakened by the sheet being pulled from me. Fuck. Mike and I had fallen asleep, and our wives were back early. We were both naked, and he was spooning me.

“What the fuck is going on here,” his wife, Celeste, naturally wanted to know. Laurie, my wife, stood in the doorway, stunned.

Mike tried to cover us up, but his wife would not allow it. So we both tried to cover our dicks.

“How long have you two been fucking one another?” Celeste.

“We aren’t fucking.”

“You expect me to believe that. You’re in bed together—”

“We just suck each other’s dicks.”

Celeste looked at me, Laurie remaining silent. “Is this true? You’re both . . . cocksuckers?”

I nodded.

“Let me see.”

We stared at each other. I looked at my wife and she was staring at Mike’s. The two women exchanged glances, and mine nodded.

“Who’s the bottom?” Celeste again.

“Mostly him”—referring to me—”but we suck each other off.”

Celeste demanded: “Sixty-nine on the bed.”

I didn’t mean it to be, but my dick was hard.

Laurie, my sweet wife, said, matter-of-factly, “You heard her. Sixty-nine on the bed.”

I was stunned that she would say this, that she wanted me to do it.

Mike moved so his head faced the foot of the bed. He was hard too.

“NOW.”

I felt his lips on my dick as his encircled mine. My dick may have been harder, with the escort bayan two spectators, than it had ever been, harder even than when Mike first went down on me. Suddenly I was thrown into sucking him, not caring about anything else. He was the same, rabid.

“STOP.” We ignored it. “STOP!”

We pulled off each other’s dicks.

“Wait.” Celeste and Laurie left the room. Neither of us dared move. I still had my hands around Mike’s ass.

Our wives returned, Celeste carrying Vaseline.

“I don’t care who does it to whom, but you are going to fuck each other and we are going to watch.”

We remained deers-in-the-headlights.

She held out the jar. He stood and took it, and I turned and got on all fours. I was more the bottom than he was.

I felt his fingers, coated in the Vaseline, rub against my hole and then he put a finger in. I moaned and was oblivious to anything in the room but his finger moving inside me. He pulled it out and put it back with a second finger.

“More. More.” He added a third and it felt strange but erotic.

“Fuck him.” I looked over my shoulder, and I saw Celeste open a drawer and pull out a condom. Laurie was sitting in a chair, legs and arms crossed, waiting for her husband to be sodomized by another man. But it was only a glimpse as my eyes turned to face the headboard, waiting. Then I felt it. His dick pushing against me.

“Please.” It was me. Begging another man to take me.

His dick was in a condom. I at least had that, though I doubted whether it had been anywhere but in Celeste’s pussy just as mine had only been in Laurie’s.

“Pretend you’re taking a dump,” he whispered, and I did and I felt the pain of his dick entering me. I felt a little nauseous. Slowly, he pushed in, and it hurt like hell. There were hints of pleasure too though. Finally he was all the way in. I felt his hips on my ass. He waited. I felt gloriously filled.

“Fuck him.” Celeste again. Her voice calm and calculating.

Mike started moving in and out. “You are so tight,” he mumbled. My dick was even harder and I felt his hand encircle it as he picked up the tempo of his fucking. Then my friend, my gay lover, was pounding me. We were both out of control. Taking my anal cherry, his first time fucking a guy. His hand released my dick, and both were on my hips. He thrust one last time forward, and I heard him gasp as I felt his spurts into the condom. As he was in me, I moved down to the bed, and I felt his weight on me. My dick was hard, but I could not reach it. He pulled out slowly, and I heard a pop.

Laurie asked whether I’d come, and I said I hadn’t. So she told Mike, recovering from his orgasm, to suck me off. He paused, and my wife bellowed, “NOW.” And I turned on my back and he walked around, his full condom dangling with his softening dick, to get on the bed between my legs and gave me head. I didn’t last long, maybe twenty seconds, but he pulled off as I started.

“On his face.” This was his wife. He held my dick as I spurted onto his face.

When I was done, our wives walked from the room. Neither of us knew what to do, so we pulled out things together and got dressed. He used part of the sheet to wipe my cum from his face. We sheepishly went downstairs to the living room, where Celeste and Laurie sat with glasses of red wine.

“How long?”

“A few months. It started when he”—a reference to me—”wanted to touch my . . . penis in the—”

“Your what?”

“. . . my dick in the shower. And it kind of snowballed from there.”

“So since then. Every time we’ve been out shopping you’ve been giving head to one another?”

“Pretty much.”

“But you wanted us to find out.”

“No. That was because we fell—”

“Bullshit. If you didn’t want to be caught, you would have set the fucking alarm. So you wanted to be caught and you wanted . . . what?”

Laurie joined. “Yes, what did you want? What did you expect to happen? With your cheating? Divorces? So you could be together? What?”

He and I looked at one another.

“Honestly. We didn’t expect to get caught.”

I was quiet through this, so Laurie turned to me.

“You have one chance. Understand? Tell me why you did it and what you want me to do. Why you didn’t tell me. And are you gay?”

I thought, three sets of eyes boring into me.

“I’d fantasized about his dick. Only a few months ago. And I saw it and wanted to touch it and taste it and know what it’s like to have a dick in my mouth.”

“And how was it to have his dick in your mouth?”

“It was nice.”

“Nicer than my pussy?”

I paused, measuring my words. Needing to be honest. “Not nicer. But different.”

With my wife, I was slightly submissive. But with Mike’s dick, I wanted to service him. I wanted to feel what it was like to service a man, a real man. A man who would call me his “bitch.” A man who would let me adore his dick, a dick so superior to my own.

“What about fucking?” This was Celeste. “Did you think of fucking each other?”

Mike spoke first.

“Sometimes when he Kurtköy escort was giving me head I wondered what it would be like to fit it in his tight ass. And I started watching some gay porn. The more I watched, the more I thought of fucking him.”

“What about him fucking you?”

Mike paused. “If he let me do him, . . . I’d have let him do me.”

Celeste turned to me.

“Do you want to fuck my husband? Or are you just a cocksucking faggot?”

Again the eyes looked at me. I, too, had watched some gay porn, as I said. Usually the strapped guy with long hair fucking someone like me. But sometimes in the shower, I imagined taking Mike. Just taking him. So I nodded.

Laurie stood and started to go upstairs. She ordered us to follow her. When we reached the bedroom again, smelling of sex, she took the jar of Vaseline from the dresser.

“You know what to do,” as she handed it to me.

I looked at Mike. His face was a mixture of fear and excitement. As Celeste joined us, he began to strip, and I took his cue and did the same. He got onto the bed, as I had, doggie style. Seeing him like that got me hard, and I could see his erection dangling between his legs.

I did to him what he did to me with the Vaseline and he shoved his ass at me in encouragement.

“FUCK HIM.”

Shit. It was Laurie.

Mike turned his head to face me. “Please, I want you to do it. Please fuck me.”

I put a condom on and moved my dick to his hole. Using my right hand, I guided it to his entrance and pushed. He pushed back and suddenly I was in him. His sphincter tightened around my dick. It was glorious. I slowly pushed in until I was completely inside my friend. For a moment I thought that if I were attached to him like this for all eternity I would be happy.

When I came—it did not take long—I was ordered to suck Mike off, and he lasted no longer than I had when he had done that to me.

“We are leaving in thirty minutes.” This was my wife, Laurie. She and Celeste left Mike and us in the bedroom. Neither of us could get our heads around what just happened. And what, frankly, we felt about each other after what just happened. We were both in shock, knowing that our lives were irretrievably altered. I hoped my marriage could be salvaged, and I think Mike thought the same.

I took another shower and we left when Laurie said we were going to leave. Our goodbyes were awkward.

She was, driving, remaining quiet for the first fifteen minutes. I didn’t dare say anything. Finally, “Do you love him?”

“Of course not.”

“So it’s just sex.”

I paused. “I think so. I just started fantasizing about sucking him.”

“What about me? Do you fantasize about me?”

“Usually. And there’s no place better than being between your legs.”

“Do you want more blowjobs from me?”

Again I paused. “I don’t want you to give me a blowjob unless you want to.”

“If I gave them to you more often, would you forget about Mike?”

“Like I said. It’s different.”

“And what about him fucking you in the ass. What was that like?”

“As I said. Different.”

“What if I fuck you in the ass?”

Before I could respond, she went in a different direction.

“How about you fucking him? Did you enjoy it?”

I couldn’t lie and so I told her that I did.

“More than with me? More than when you fuck me? Do you want to fuck me in the ass?”

“It’s different, OK? It’s—”

“What makes you think that it’s fucking OK? What is OK about it?”

“Just that—”

“Enough. You’re just going to make it worse. Do you want a divorce?”

“Of course not. I love you. As much as ever.”

“You sure as hell aren’t acting like you do. So think about it. Do. You. Want. A. Divorce?”

I thought about it. “No.”

She thought, seeming to focus on her driving but visibly seething.

“I’ll make it simple for you. You are now my slave. Do you understand?”

“I’m not sure that—”

“Sexually. You are now my slave. You come when I allow, how I allow. That includes jerking off. I may let Mike fuck you again. I may not. I may let you fuck him again. I may not. I may let him suck his dick. I may not. I may let you suck his dick again. I may not. And everything else with him. You don’t have to decide now. You have until we get home. But then I want an answer. If you will not be my sex slave, you will be my ex-husband. Is that understood?”

I told her it was and the rest of the drive was silent, except for the radio.

After we walked into house, I was told to wait in the bedroom. Laurie had some things to attend to.

After fifteen minutes, she opened the door. She hadn’t changed, as I thought she might have.

“I spoke to Celeste. We agree. She made the same proposal to Mike. I don’t know how he took it and she, of course, doesn’t know how you have. So, tell me. Are you my slave? From this moment on, are you my slave.”

“Yes.”

“Yes what?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Lie on the bed naked. I will be right back.”

I quickly stripped and was on my back, having pulled the covers aside. She walked in wearing a dress and no shoes. She came to the side of the bed, near its head, and climbed on, swinging her legs across my head, facing the head of the bed. She lifted the hem of the dress. Her panties were gone.

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