ME, HER AND OUR PUERTO RICAN LOVER
It started the way a lot of good things start: pillow talk. We'd just seen a European film which had featured a threesome, and just before heading to bed we talked about what we'd liked about the film. Me and my wife both agreed that the way the threesome had been shot-- very erotic and stylish and somehow real-- was the best part. At our pillows, I asked her if she could ever imagine herself in that situation and she kind of gasped and said, 'Oh, boy, I'd have to be really drunk or high to think about anything like that." I sort of agreed that it would take an exceptional situation, and then, for a joke, I started offering a ridiculous litany of partners; absurd choices that made her both cringe and laugh. Then after awhile, she said the name 'Javier,' and we both kind of paused because, the truth is, Javier would have been the perfect person, would we ever decide to do something like that.
Before marriage, Javier and my wife had worked together in a clothing store, and were friends. I'd also met him a few times when visiting her at the store. He was around 5 10, fit and compact with curly black hair, and dark features. He was an open book to my wife-- pansexual, he called himself-- and they grew very close, but never intimate. She thought his behaviour was more gay than hetero and sometimes guys would cruise him in the store and then return around closing to take him away. Once, after closing, he wanted to buy some Calvin Klein underwear, and so, while my wife was settling the cash and transactions, he went into the change room, stripped naked, and emerged to model of series of briefs. When I asked her how she felt about that, she said it was fine-- 'Javier being Javier'-- but when I pressed her, she said that the only unsettling thing was that she could tell by the outline that he had, in her words, 'a really long cock.' When I asked for more details she said demurred, but I asked if he was hard and she said she didn't think so. We fucked that night and I'm pretty sure that's all she was thinking about.
A few weeks passed after our pillow talk and then, one morning at breakfast, she told me to guess with whom she was having coffee that day. I had no idea, and then she told me: 'Javier.' My cock, of course, got immediately hard. She said that it had nothing to do with what we'd talked about-- I believed her-- but that she simply wanted to reconnect to see how he was doing. That day, I had the option of going into work or working at home, and I stayed because I wanted to see what she was going to wear for her coffee date. When she left, she had her dark hair in braids, wore a white t-shirt (no bra) and a pencil skirt and pumps. She'd dressed to kill even if, she said, getting him into our bed wasn't the motivation. I jerked off hard the moment she left.
Coming home a few hours later, she told me what had happened. Javier asked after me, and when she said that I was well, he privately confessed that he'd always found me sexy and hot, and asked if I had a big dick. My wife was prompted to tell him what we'd been talking about, and he said that it would be his pleasure to be with us, and that he'd slept with couples a few times in the past year. But he said that she and I had to discuss what the ground rules were: who would be playing with whom. M has always known about my bisexual nature but wasn't comfortable seeing me with him, so we decided to just make it about her. She would be the focus of our attention. It would be her night. I was fine with that. I was dying to get a look at Javier's cock but also dying to see B fucked with it. It had been a fantasy of mine to watch her respond while being with another man, and that she'd also obviously harboured a fantasy about Javier's cock made it extra exciting.
We had him for dinner and drinks-- it was lovely and thrilling knowing what was going to happen later-- and afterwards while smoking a joint he said to me, "Is it ok if I take Marie into the bedroom?' I said it was fine, and then he told me: 'Stay in the living room and set an alarm. After 5 minutes, take off your clothes to your underwear. After 10, take off the rest. After 15, come into the room.' It was unlike what I expected: I thought we'd both lie there with her and get undressed, like what we'd seen in the film. But I did what Javier said as he took my wife by the hand and went into the bedroom, closing the door behind him. After 15 minutes, naked and hard, I went into the room. There, on the bed, Javier was fucking M on her back. He was beautiful: golden brown smooth skintone and smooth back and ass, with hairy legs and forearms, which he used to hold himself above her. They were deep into it, and when I walked in, he Ooooohed at my cock, impressed that what B had told him about my proportions were true. He brought me over and told me to guide my cock into my wife's mouth as they kept fucking. I could tell she was on the verge of coming and it wasn't long before that happened. After she bucked and came with a long heaving cocksucking moan, Javier pulled out his penis-- it was dark and gorgeous, veiny and cut and about 9 inches-- and shot all over her titties, and, a second later, I came all over B's cheek and mouth. We lay sated together before fondling and handling M on either side, making her come a second time with our fingers. I fucked her ass and came in her hole and Javier shot a second time on her face, then licked it up and made out with her. It was wild and great.
We all passed out on the bed. Marie is a very deep sleeper, so when I woke up to pee, I was surprised to find her coming in the bathroom after me. Only it wasn't her, it was Javier, with his hard cock bobbing in his hand. He turned out the lights to the bathroom and I brought his cock into my mouth and blew him while B slept on the other side of the door. He came in my mouth and I swallowed, and then he did the same to me. We went back to sleep and he left in the morning. We've been with other men since, but the ending has always been different than our time with Javier.
Before marriage, Javier and my wife had worked together in a clothing store, and were friends. I'd also met him a few times when visiting her at the store. He was around 5 10, fit and compact with curly black hair, and dark features. He was an open book to my wife-- pansexual, he called himself-- and they grew very close, but never intimate. She thought his behaviour was more gay than hetero and sometimes guys would cruise him in the store and then return around closing to take him away. Once, after closing, he wanted to buy some Calvin Klein underwear, and so, while my wife was settling the cash and transactions, he went into the change room, stripped naked, and emerged to model of series of briefs. When I asked her how she felt about that, she said it was fine-- 'Javier being Javier'-- but when I pressed her, she said that the only unsettling thing was that she could tell by the outline that he had, in her words, 'a really long cock.' When I asked for more details she said demurred, but I asked if he was hard and she said she didn't think so. We fucked that night and I'm pretty sure that's all she was thinking about.
A few weeks passed after our pillow talk and then, one morning at breakfast, she told me to guess with whom she was having coffee that day. I had no idea, and then she told me: 'Javier.' My cock, of course, got immediately hard. She said that it had nothing to do with what we'd talked about-- I believed her-- but that she simply wanted to reconnect to see how he was doing. That day, I had the option of going into work or working at home, and I stayed because I wanted to see what she was going to wear for her coffee date. When she left, she had her dark hair in braids, wore a white t-shirt (no bra) and a pencil skirt and pumps. She'd dressed to kill even if, she said, getting him into our bed wasn't the motivation. I jerked off hard the moment she left.
Coming home a few hours later, she told me what had happened. Javier asked after me, and when she said that I was well, he privately confessed that he'd always found me sexy and hot, and asked if I had a big dick. My wife was prompted to tell him what we'd been talking about, and he said that it would be his pleasure to be with us, and that he'd slept with couples a few times in the past year. But he said that she and I had to discuss what the ground rules were: who would be playing with whom. M has always known about my bisexual nature but wasn't comfortable seeing me with him, so we decided to just make it about her. She would be the focus of our attention. It would be her night. I was fine with that. I was dying to get a look at Javier's cock but also dying to see B fucked with it. It had been a fantasy of mine to watch her respond while being with another man, and that she'd also obviously harboured a fantasy about Javier's cock made it extra exciting.
We had him for dinner and drinks-- it was lovely and thrilling knowing what was going to happen later-- and afterwards while smoking a joint he said to me, "Is it ok if I take Marie into the bedroom?' I said it was fine, and then he told me: 'Stay in the living room and set an alarm. After 5 minutes, take off your clothes to your underwear. After 10, take off the rest. After 15, come into the room.' It was unlike what I expected: I thought we'd both lie there with her and get undressed, like what we'd seen in the film. But I did what Javier said as he took my wife by the hand and went into the bedroom, closing the door behind him. After 15 minutes, naked and hard, I went into the room. There, on the bed, Javier was fucking M on her back. He was beautiful: golden brown smooth skintone and smooth back and ass, with hairy legs and forearms, which he used to hold himself above her. They were deep into it, and when I walked in, he Ooooohed at my cock, impressed that what B had told him about my proportions were true. He brought me over and told me to guide my cock into my wife's mouth as they kept fucking. I could tell she was on the verge of coming and it wasn't long before that happened. After she bucked and came with a long heaving cocksucking moan, Javier pulled out his penis-- it was dark and gorgeous, veiny and cut and about 9 inches-- and shot all over her titties, and, a second later, I came all over B's cheek and mouth. We lay sated together before fondling and handling M on either side, making her come a second time with our fingers. I fucked her ass and came in her hole and Javier shot a second time on her face, then licked it up and made out with her. It was wild and great.
We all passed out on the bed. Marie is a very deep sleeper, so when I woke up to pee, I was surprised to find her coming in the bathroom after me. Only it wasn't her, it was Javier, with his hard cock bobbing in his hand. He turned out the lights to the bathroom and I brought his cock into my mouth and blew him while B slept on the other side of the door. He came in my mouth and I swallowed, and then he did the same to me. We went back to sleep and he left in the morning. We've been with other men since, but the ending has always been different than our time with Javier.
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