The Night Visitor & Other Erotic Stories

The Agreement-2

Still sitting on the edge of the bed, Karen leaned forward toward Jeff, reaching out. She took his c**k in one hand, his balls in the other, and put her mouth to him. Jeff’s own mouth opened in pleasure. He sighed deeply as she sucked him in. He put his hand on the back of her head.

After only a few seconds, she withdrew her mouth and let go of him. She turned her head and reached toward Phil. Jeff stared blankly as his wife did to Phil what she had just done to him. He heard Phil moan.

Jeff felt Karen’s hand at the back of his waist again, drawing him closer to her and Phil. His c**k brushed against Phil’s, making him shiver. The side of his naked body was pressing against Phil’s side.

He felt Karen’s hand at the base of his c**k, and looked to see that her other hand was on the base of Phil’s. She drew them even closer together, so that heads of their c***s pressed against each other. She opened her mouth as wide as she could and took in their tips.

It was incomprehensible. Somehow, that Karen was part of this made it okay to be so intimate with another man. As Karen ran her tongue on their c***s, Jeff felt another arm, Phil’s arm, at his waist. Jeff turned his head and saw that Phil’s face was only inches from him. Phil was no more than an inch taller than he.

Karen took her mouth from the men’s c***s and drew back, letting go.

Phil looked awkwardly into Jeff’s eyes. “Listen, I’ve never done anything like this. I’m not gay.”

Jeff met Phil’s awkward stare. “Me neither. I’m not either.”

But being with another man and his wife made what was happening seem different. Somehow, paradoxically, it was still all a straight experience.

Jeff leaned closer and brought his lips to Phil’s. His tongue parted Phil’s lips without meeting resistance. Jeff’s tongue entered Phil’s mouth. It was just like kissing a woman, and it wasn’t. But whatever it was, it was dizzyingly exciting.

If Jeff had taken the lead at first, now Phil made the next move. As they kissed, Phil’s hand dropped from Jeff’s waist to his ass and grabbed a hold of one cheek, drawing Jeff more closely to him. Jeff felt his c**k fold up against Phil’s pelvis as he felt Phil’s hard c**k against his own.

Jeff heard his wife moan deeply. He glanced down to see that her legs were spread wide and that she was playing with herself with two hands, one at her c**t and the other with two fingers in her p***y.

“Jeff,” Karen said, “I want to see you suck him.”

Jeff didn’t know if he was ready for this. He met his wife’s eyes. “Our deal,” she said quietly, almost whispering.

“Shouldn’t we be using condoms?” Jeff asked.

“I’m clean,” Phil assured him. “I haven’t been with anyone in over a year.”

Jeff was shaking as he dropped to his knees. Phil’s c**k, so like his own and yet completely unfamiliar, stared at him, its tip like an eyeless face, its mouth already open and wet with clear fluid. His hands shook as he reached to grasp Phil’s c**k and sac. He opened his mouth and, for the first time in his life, put a p***s in his mouth.

Somehow, it was a familiar sensation. He remembered that he occasionally dreamed that he was able to bend down and suck his own c**k. In those dreams, he knew exactly what to do, and he knew exactly what to do now, relaxing his jaw to take it all in, running his tongue along its soft underside, pulling his head back so his lips closed over the tip and then sucking it all back in.

In his right hand, Jeff felt Phil’s sac tighten and his balls lift up toward the base of his c**k. Jeff used his tongue to press Phil’s c**k more firmly against the roof of his mouth. He heard Phil groan loudly and felt him spasm again and again. He felt the semen spurt into his mouth, filling it.

Karen groaned loudly, too. It was the familiar sound of her coming. “Oh, God,” she said in her deep orgasmic voice.

Gently, carefully, Jeff drew back from Phil. His mouth was still filled with Phil’s ejaculate. He wasn’t sure what to do with it.

“Kiss me,” Karen said, as if in answer. Jeff rose to her and put his lips on hers. Their mouths opened and Jeff let Phil’s semen seep into hers. She scoured his mouth with her tongue, cleaning it out, swallowing again and again.

Jeff felt Phil’s hands on his c**k and balls, and then Phil’s lips on the tip of his p***s. Karen was still kissing him, and she dropped her hands to meet Phil’s on her husband’s c**k. Phil’s mouth felt as good as Karen’s had ever felt. Jeff felt a finger—he assumed Phil’s—tickling his asshole. It was all mind-boggling, overwhelming. He moaned into Karen’s mouth and felt the most powerful climax he could ever remember, emptying himself into Phil’s mouth. He could feel Phil swallowing and again.

Karen took her lips from Jeff’s. “Let’s get into bed,” she said, standing to pull back the bedcovers.

Karen arranged herself on her back at the center of the bed. Jeff put himself at her left, half his body draped over his. Phil was at her right in a similar position. Jeff licked and sucked her left breast. Phil did the same to her right breast. Jeff’s hand met Phil’s between her legs. She was as wet as Jeff had ever felt her. She raised her legs so they could fondle her more deeply.

Jeff’s erection had never subsided. It was as if he hadn’t just come. His c**k rubbed against her hip.

“Get the lube,” Karen said, “and a couple of condoms.” She turned her back to Jeff, and he understood just what she had in mind. He fumbled in the drawer of the bedside table and found two packages and the tube of jelly.

Karen liked it when Jeff played with her butthole, but only very rarely permitted him to enter her anally, which Jeff found an astonishing pleasure. Tonight, it seemed, would be a special occasion in several respects.

Jeff reached over Karen to hand Phil a condom still in its wrapper. He opened the other one and rolled it down onto his aching, throbbing c**k. He flicked the tube top open and squirted a generous amount on both his hand and his condomed p***s. He put the tube of jelly aside and gave his p***s a stroke to distribute the jelly more evenly. He reached between her cheeks with his sticky hand. The fingertip of his middle finger found her butthole, caressed it, and slid in easily. Karen sighed. He added his forefinger. It seemed that her butthole was especially relaxed and open. She raised her left knee and sighed deeply. Through the thin wall of tissue, Jeff felt Phil’s p***s enter her. He withdrew his fingers and used a hand to rub his c**k back and forth between her cheeks. She shifted her hips back toward him slightly, and he found the orifice and pressed in. She squeezed her muscles around him. He felt his c**k pressing against Phil’s through her flesh with every stroke. Karen was groaning deeply again and again.

They were a tangle of arms and legs. Jeff felt Phil’s hand on his waist, pulling them all more closely together. Jeff reached over, putting his hand between his wife’s body and Phil’s, cupping her breast. He kissed the back of Karen’s neck as he pressed himself into her, his groin against her wonderful bottom.

Phil’s rhythm increased, and Karen’s moaning deepened. Phil pulled Jeff even more closely against Karen. Jeff heard Phil groan and felt him spasm inside Karen. Karen shuddered in her own orgasm. Her muscles squeezed rapidly around him. He shuddered and spasmed and came, the pleasure so powerful he almost lost consciousness.

***

They untangled themselves and disposed of the used condoms and rested for several minutes. Phil went into the bathroom.

“How are you doing, love?” Karen said softly.

“Fine.”

“This isn’t freaking you out?”

“Well, it’s totally mind-blowing, but I’m okay. I’m more than okay. I’ve never felt what I’ve been feeling tonight.”

“Good. I love you.”

Phil came out of the bathroom, his p***s still long but no longer erect.

“I’m thirsty,” Jeff said. “Should I get some water for all of us?”

“That would be great,” Karen said.

Jeff slipped out of bed and padded into the kitchen. He wondered how they would all feel—what they would all think—in the morning. He took three glasses from the cabinet and filled them with cold water.

When he returned to the bedroom, he was disconcerted to see that Karen was on her back, her knees parted and raised, Phil between her legs, f*****g her energetically. Karen met his eyes. “Join us,” she said. To his astonishment, his c**k was immediately hard again.

Jeff put the glasses on the nearby bedstand. Hardly able to believe what he was doing, he took another condom out of the drawer, rolled it over his p***s, and covered it again with lubricating jelly.

He positioned himself behind Phil. Karen held each of Phil’s buttocks and pulled them part, revealing and opening Phil’s anus. Phil stopped moving his hips. Jeff squirted some more lubricant between the Phil’s cheeks and rubbed it over the man’s asshole. Phil made a sound of pleasure. Jeff put in one well-lubricated finger, and then a second, and then withdrew them both and positioned the tip of his c**k at Phil’s waiting asshole.

Entering Phil was much more difficult than entering Karen’s ass had been. It was probably Phil’s first time, Jeff thought. As Karen pulled Phil’s buttocks as wide as she could and Phil pressed backward, Jeff pressed forward. Phil groaned deeply in what sounded like a mixture of pleasure and pain as Jeff entered completely. It was an amazingly tight fit. Phil’s rectum gripped Jeff’s c**k more firmly than Jeff had ever felt.

No one moved for a second or two.

Phil seemed to relax and began to move inside Karen, slowly and tentatively at first, and then with more and more conviction. Jeff pressed himself against Phil, urging Phil on. It was as if he was f*****g both Phil and Karen at the same time. It was as if his p***s was twice as long as it really was.

Karen was moaning more deeply than Jeff had ever heard her. Her voice rose to a near scream, and she shuddered powerfully. Phil grunted and reached his orgasm. His sphincter squeezed against Jeff’s c**k, sending him spinning into his own heady climax.

***

They were a sweaty heap, each of them breathing hard. “You guys are getting heavy,” Karen said.

Holding the base of the condom, Jeff slowly and carefully withdrew himself from Phil and flipped onto his back to Karen’s left side. “You okay?” he asked him.

“Yeah,” Phil said, himself withdrawing from Karen and lying down on Karen’s right. “But I’m sure I’ll regret this tomorrow.”

“We’re all going to be sore,” Karen said.

***

They cleaned themselves up and took long drinks from the glasses of water Jeff had brought. The three of them lay on their backs, side by side, breathing heavily, their hearts all beating hard.

“Wow,” Phil said. “This is hardly what I expected when you invited me for dinner.”

“This is our first time doing anything like this,” Karen said.

“Me, too,” Phil said, unnecessarily.

***

Jeff was certain that, with three orgasms apiece, he and Phil were done for the night, but apparently Karen had other ideas. After a little while, he felt Karen’s hand idly toying with his flaccid p***s. He glanced over and saw that her other hand was doing the same to Jeff’s. The sight and her gentle touch made his c**k stir again. It took longer this time, but he was fully hard again. And so was Phil.

He reached down and put his hand on Karen’s pubis and was not surprised to find Phil’s hand there, too. It only made the throbbing of his own c**k stronger. His fingers explored her labia and found that her c**t was engorged. She raised her knees and let them fall apart, her left thigh against Jeff’s right and her right one against Phil’s left. Jeff ran his forefinger along her the left side of c**t as Phil’s forefinger ran along the right side. Jeff felt the familiar aching, hungry fullness of his c**k under the gentle but insistent stroking of Karen’s fist.

Karen was breathing heavily and moaning. Jeff saw that Phil had turned on his side to face her. His p***s was now pointing at him, and Karen had shifted her grip to accommodate it. Phil’s fingers moved down and he seemed to have put a finger or two inside her. Jeff turned to face her, too, and met Phil’s eyes. He moved his thumb up to the head of her c******s. She moaned even more deeply. Jeff knew exactly how she liked her c**t to be stroked. She came with a deep shudder. Phil squeezed his eyes closed and groaned, and Jeff watched Phil’s c**k spit a thin, watery line of semen onto Karen’s thigh. It tipped him over the brink, and in the next moment Jeff felt his own orgasm squeezing a few drops of semen out of his p***s under Karen’s practiced hand.