Best of Colleagues Pt. 03 on HotGuySecret
I gave one last lick to Mason’s balls, slathering the slightly hairy skin which was pulled so taut from his hardness that the natural wrinkles were smoothed out. He always loved it when I lavished my love and attention to the seam dividing and joining the ball sack, the slight indentation just behind where it dipped into his perineum, with its manly musk and aroma of mild sweat which always made me so fucking hot under the collars.
I pulled back from his balls and surveyed the scene: my husband, my man, my partner, my beloved, lying helpless to my wiles and guiles, cock hard and marmoreal, not unlike an ancient monument of utter strength, slightly vibrating under my ministrations. My eyes climbed his masculine body, so strong, so desirous to me, up to his armor-like pecs and adorned with little pebbles of hard nubs, mildly hairy expanse of skin, up to his rope cord-like neck and his handsome face, which was at the moment busy at the anal altar of the best of colleagues, the third in this relationship, my husband’s bottom bull Josh.
My husband was having the time of his life, on the receiving end of the attentions of two bottom boys so ready and willing to satisfy his every urge, me his husband bathing his fecund balls in adoration, while at his mouth the utterly succulent bite of a young ass, attached to a handsome son of a bitch who was sputtering moans and grunts with every lick and swipe of my husband’s tongue upon his anal opening. For his part Josh was not a passive receiver, with the ardent way he pulsed his anus upon each breach of my husband’s flexible tongue, earning my husband’s admiration and sexual fervor.
“Let Josh sit on my cock, babe,” Mason intoned, his voice sounding slightly hollow and dried out, as if sucking on Josh’ asshole had wrung out his throat, which in a way probably was the case. As if cognizant that his voice sounded less resonant, Mason coughed gently before saying again, in a fuller tone, “Josh, cock, now.”
“Your wish is my command,” Josh murmured, playing the part of the visiting courtesan to the hilt. He spared me a fleeting glance and a smirk, the devil, before catching my husband’s substantial cock in his smooth hand and aiming it into his ready anus. The illicit pair let out manly grunts and groans as cock breached anus, as turgid blood-engorged flesh entered the dark secret cave of man-sex. As for me, a spectator to the hottest show this side of Broadway, I contented myself with running my hands along my own potent six-inch cock, lubed with my spit and lavender oil, my husband and Josh’ favorite scent.
“Fuck, fuck, FUUUUUUUUUCK, your ass’ always so tight and warm.”
“Mmm, your cock’s so large, I can feel it in my tummy. My fucking tum-tums.”
“Fuckin’ adorable, tum-tums. Make your ass nibble on my cock again.”
“Yeah? Like… this?”
“Yeah baby, fucking ass nibbling on my fucking cock.”
Their sex talk made me feel slightly ill — or rather jealous — so I pushed forward and presented my cock to Mason. For all his sheer machismo and dominant nature, he was still my loving husband, and did not hesitate to open his mouth to my erection. I was thankful for his love and the bounty of his sex, but it was kind of hard to wallow in the warmth of the sex while he was having the time of his life inside the asshole of my work colleague. So after a few minutes of his oral treatment I left his mouth, at which Josh immediately bent down and kissed him like he deserved.
“Fuck me, I’m cumming, cumming up your fuckin’ ass, your fucking cunt, your FUCKIN’ DELICIOUS THERMOBUTTER CUNT!”
“Fuck Mason, fuck meeee!”
Added to the commotion was yours truly, who achieved orgasm just a hair behind the golden couple whose mouths were stuck in a deep searing kiss, riding on the crest of their huge climaxes. I aimed at Josh’ ass intentionally, at which my warm cum flowed along the crest of his ass and dripped down along Mason’s cock which was jammed deep inside his asshole. Some of it even dripped down onto Mason’s balls, which was like a full circle situation.
It took a long time for us to be able to be together like this, a long time and not a little amount of head-wringing and tears, if I were to be honest. But here we were, a proper throuple, me and Mason with our bull Josh. We had a whole schedule set up, but this time it was a spontaneous thing, which turned out to be… good? Certainly it was a change from the usual frostiness, snide smirks and frowns — mainly on Mason’s part, but some of it from me too — and general unpleasantness. I hoped this was a change for the good. It was just. so. tiring. to be angry and repressed all the time, and it was certainly affecting my life with Mason, who was adamant about keeping Josh in our lives.
I left Mason and Josh in the throes of the bed, whispering like slightly delirious and sex-drunk lovers, and went to the washroom to clean up. At the mirror I watched myself. Here I was, thirty-two going on to forty at full speed, with my husband in the arms of my work colleague and dare I say it, a mate? I wouldn’t call it ideal at any time but this was what you do for the man you loved: you accommodated. I smiled at my reflection, as I listened to my husband and his bottom bull started back again in the dance of sex.
And my smile, by God, looked happy.
FIN