I struggle to remember the events leading up to the man-on-man cock-sucking.
The three of us, the bed, chatter, tease, it’s a blur. Then all of a sudden: crystal clear memory. There he was, my husband, lying between his best friend’s legs. His face, sporting a wicked grin, turned up towards him. A nod from his friend, and with the prior knowledge of my approval, with that, the man-on-man cock-sucking began.
There was something so illicit about the encounter.
Two men engaging in something other than the typical buddy-buddy chatter, but not the oiled-up bodies of gay porn either. A very well-lit room: no dimmed light required for this atmosphere. Absolutely raw live footage of man-on-man cock-sucking that I was being allowed to watch. I was both captivated and aroused.
Both of them were still fully dressed.
That fact made the man-on-man cock-sucking even more decadently indecent. Watching my hubby unzip his friend’s jeans and free his big eager manhood from its confines made my cunt ache. My man’s mouth, enveloping the cock tip with his masculine bearded face. His lips forming the O around the collar of his friend’s dick, as if it were second nature. I moistened my own lips, as if in readiness. I could almost taste and feel every inch myself, so familiar were the actions. I’ve sucked cock a thousand times and know the tricks of being a cock sucking bitch.
What I didn’t know was that I’d been giving my loving husband lessons.
I knew the tip of his tongue would be relishing the taste of his friend’s foreskin, gently moving over it and exposing the shiny head beneath. His hand was helping now, gripping the shaft with intent and pushing it slowly, deeper into his mouth. The man-on-man cock-sucking was getting hotter by the minute.
While he lavished his oral attentions, his friend didn’t sit nonchalant or quiet.
A soft yet adequately audible gasp, as my husband’s mouth made first contact, his arousal became increasingly evident. His straining cock disappeared deeper and more profound into my man’s mouth, and with every inch, the squirming on the bed turned into louder sighs and gasps. Fingers entwined in my hubby’s hair, and for once, they weren’t my own. Curious and thrilling to watch. In stark contrast to our own sex, it was now his head being bobbed up and down on a cock full of urgent need.
But he didn’t complain or even care.
Of course, all my man wanted was to continue tasting, sucking, and pleasuring. Seeing his absolute joy at blowing his friend gave me joy, too, in an incredibly filthy compression. Yet my happiness and arousal weren’t strictly empathetic. Man-on-man cock-sucking has always been fucking hot to me and my all-time favorite porn to watch. But seeing two hot men on the same bed as me was over the top sexy as fuck. Letting their carnal lust take over, perhaps even forgetting I was there.
I knew this was going to fuel my personal wank bank for some time to come.
Beyond the physicality of the man-on-man cock-sucking, the perversion of watching him suck another man’s cock, everything else is misty memory. I don’t know how long it lasted or what it was he did that caused his friend to reach the point of no return. I don’t remember the exact mouth movement that made the guy shoot his spunk down my hubby’s throat. The man-on-man cock-sucking was one of those times, which seems to last for an eternity in just a few minutes. The clarity of a few pivotal moments burned into my memory for the rest of my life is my joy.
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