THIS Married Couple Picked Me Up

""little something" happened to me at the health club a guy caught me checking him out in his briefs and threw a ***** and then called
me a ******. I wear a kilt called a Utlikilt most of the time I guess me watching him and wearing the kilt got him a little sensitive.  Well, a week or so later he came up to me and apologized.
Said he told his girlfriend about what happened and what he said.  Seems
she called him a jerk for what he did.  Anyway we went out for a bite to
eat after working out.  He seemed OK.  A little shy actually.  He mentioned
that he wanted me to meet his girlfriend sometime.  I didn't commit one way
or the other but was intruged.  He said a couple of things that make me
 think he might be bi.  That really got my fantasy life going, thinking he
wanted to have a 3-way with his girlfriend.  After that, we were at the
health club at the same time a couple of times.  Each time he made a point
 of coming by my locker to talk -- with a towel over his shoulder, wearing
just his briefs.  Then one !  nigh t I was sitting on the bench, and he was
standing over me.  Of course, I was looking. It was clear he wanted me to.
(Was this really the same guy?)  There was no one around us and just like
 that he threw a hard-on.  Well, I went rock hard pretty quick myself ... I
 was already in my Levi's so it was damn uncomfortable!  We heard someone 
approaching and he covered himself with his towel, reminded me that he
 wanted me to meet his girlfriend and then took off.

A few days later, a Friday night, when I signed in at the gym, the
attendant gave me this envelope.  Inside were two photos.  A Photo of
this guy in his speedos showing hard and a regular photo of him and his
girl friend standing on some beach.  He was wearing red Speedos, she was in
a white bikini.  It was the first time I'd seen her.  She seemed older than
him (he told me he was 26 ... from the photo I placed her in her mid 30's),
but she sure had taken care of herself. I felt a stirring between my legs
just looking at her.  Anyway, written on the back of the photo of the two
of them was: "Join us for dinner at Jake's Grill Saturday night.
Reservations at 7. Kim and Bill."  Well, decision time was upon me, and I
  decided to go.

What a night...what a night...what a night.  It was totally unreal.  Here's
the story I wrote about what happened:

I got to Jake's Grill a little before 7, adrenaline pumping like you
 wouldn't believe.  I wore my kilt and underneath nothing
  Well, when 7:10 came and went, I began to wonder if they were
actually going to show up.  Part of me was just starting to feel a little
relieved when Kim came through the door.

"You must be G," she said warmly and extended her hand.  "Sorry we're
late.  Traffic was awful. Bill is parking the car."

I was damn nervous as I shook her hand and said something I don't remember.
I'll bet it was pretty lame.  But she laughed.  She took my arm as if we
were longtime friends and said something like "Bill has told me so much
 about you."  Now, she was wearing this short black cocktail dress that
hugged her body like a second skin.  Very simple, very elegant.  She looked
 great in that snapshot.  She looked great in real life.  And her standing
so close to me had my head spinning and heart pounding.  My **** is the
only part of me that behaved, probably because I was so nervous.  All this
is going on while we're exchanging pleasantries, me on automatic pilot.

Finally Bill shows up, shakes my hand and states the obvious: "You've met."
Kim and I laughed and Bill blushed.  The whole thing was kind of weird in a
funny sort of way.  By the time we were seated in this secluded, dimly-lit
 booth, my radar picked up that Bill was just about as nervous as I was.
But not to worry.  Sitting between us, Kim was in total command.  Joking,
talking, asking questions -- generally breaking the ice and holding court.
Before long I was feeling more or less relaxed.  The wine helped a bit,
too.  Found out that she's a doctor, a pediatrician.  Bill, it turns out,
is a lab supervisor at her hospital.  Anyway, a couple of times she
 casually dropped her hand under the table and placed it on my thigh.  Each
 time she stroked my leg with her fingers for a few moments.  That was all.
But it was electric.  By the way, my **** was responding now -- hard enough
stretch the crotch of my pants but not uncomfortably so.  I began to notice
that her other hand was under the table a lot.  It wasn't hard to imagine
 what she was doing to Bill.  That was confirmed when she got up to go to
the ladies room just after we declined desserts and were waiting for
coffees.  When Bill stood up to let her out, the bulge of his erection was
clearly visible under his tan slacks.  Not only that but there was a
  dime-sized wet spot at the top of the bulge.  Considering that his juices
would have had to pass through briefs, shirt tail and slacks, I wondered if
he had actually shot off.  Either that or he leaks buckets of pre-*** (a
damn exciting thought).  After she left, he slid in right beside me.  We
sat quietly for a minute or so.  Then he asked me what I thought of her.  I
said something about how nice she was.

"She's hot for you, you know?" he whispered.  "I knew she would be.  You'll
come over to her place, won't you?"

At that moment and before I could answer, Kim returned.  As Bill moved to
 get out, Kim motioned him to stay there next to me.  Our coffees arrived.
Kim's hand was back under the table.  Bill leaned back a bit.  I glanced
down.  Her hand was slowly moving in his lap.  The bulge in my Docker s
became no longer comfortable.

"I hope you've forgiven Bill his unfortunate remark at the gym," Kim said.
There it was.  The first reference to why we were there together.

"Oh, not a problem," I answered.  "It was nice that he apologized."

"Men can be so limited sometimes."  There was a long pause.  "You know,
Dan, I like him in his shorts, too," she whispered.  I almost responded
 that I'm more interested in women but bit my lip.

"Give me your hand," she said.

She lifted her hand from Bill's lap and took mine.  "Such long, strong
fingers," she whispered as she massaged each one.  God, it felt good.  Then
 she guided my hand into Bill's lap.  My fingers touched his now open fly 
and she guided my fingers into his pants.  I touched his erection through
his very damp briefs.  Reaching further I found the head of his ****.
Through Bill's slacks Kim began to work my hand over his erection.  I
couldn't believe what was happening and was grateful for the dim seclusion
of our booth.  Then with a series of very slight jerks Bill quietly came,
his warm juices soaking through his shorts and all over my fingers.

When he finished *******, I slipped my hand out of his pants and wiped it
off on my napkin.  Bill got his zipper back up just moments before the
server showed up with the check, which Kim insisted on picking up.  When we
got outside, Kim told me I could follow them in my car.  She didn't even
ask if I wanted to join them, just assumed that I would.  I did.

I followed Bill and Kim to a very nice apartment a few miles from Jake's
 Grill.  As they led me up the only flight of stairs, Bill's hand drifted
from Kim's waist and slipped under her short dress.  I watched him play
 with her ***, giving it a good squeeze.  She giggled like a schoolgirl.
Now by this time, my hormones were raging and my nervousness was climbing.

Bill offered me a drink as we entered.  I told him no thanks.  Not even a
drink was going to relax the knot in my stomach.  Anyway, I didn't want to
 get any higher than the wine from dinner had me.  Kim told me to make
 myself comfortable in the living room.  I took off my coat and loosened my
 tie and sat down on a chair that faced a long couch.  My hand instinctively 
went to my lap, and I started rubbing my hardness.  Kim and Bill came in a
few minutes later, each with a drink.  Bill sat on the couch.  Kim stopped
beside me and started playing with my hair.  I continued to stroke the
length of my hidden shaft.  The exhibitionist in me was in charge.  She
said she hoped I would enjoy the evening and that I was free to get
involved however much I wanted to.  If all I wanted to do was watch, that
would be fine.  She leaned over, told me how good I looked "down there",
kissed me on the cheek and then joined Bill on the couch.

She took a sip from her drink while her free hand found the large bulge
between Bill's legs, which she began to massage.  He moaned and slowly
 squirmed in obvious pleasure.  I longed to feel her hand doing the same
thing to me.  After a few minutes of this, she told Bill to stand up and
let me see him in his briefs.  With her help, Bill slowly pulled off his
clothes until he was standing there in his shorts.  White classic Jockeys.
His **** was hard, very hard.  He walked over to me.

"Touch him if you want to," Kim said.

She had read my mind.  I sat forward in the chair and tentatively at first
began handling his hard-on.  His briefs were still damp from the ****** at
the restaurant.  Bill moaned loudly and I began to more aggressively
explore his hidden genitals with both hands.

Kim came up behind him.  She nuzzled her head in his shoulder and reaching
around his chest began playing with his pecs.  Soon they turned and faced
each other and started deep kissing.  I leaned back in the chair to watch,
my hands returning to the ***** in my pants.  Their hands were all over
each other.  The sound of a zipper.  Bill slipped her dress off her
shoulders.  It dropped to the floor in a black pool around her bare feet.
Black bikini panties, no bra.  She already had her panty hose off -- must
have done it while Bill fixed their drinks.  Her breasts were on the small
side but had prominent nipples.  I wanted to suck and chew on them.  But my
 attention was on the dance of their crotches as they continued to kiss,
seemingly oblivious to my rapt attention.  Their hands were buried down the
backs of each other's briefs, kneading and squeezing their *****.  They
ground their almost naked crotches together -- then they eased back and
Bill probed her hidden **** with th!  e tip of his cotton-covered hard-on
-- then they ground against each other again.  Kim began to push down
Bill's Jockeys.

"Not yet," Bill whispered hoarsely to her.  "Right, G?"

Kim glanced down at me and smiled.  Then she reached down the front of
Bill's briefs and worked his **** out past the leg opening.  He was about
 six inches and very thick.  Then, as he began to probe at her again, she
 pulled at the crotch of her panties.  I got my first look at her sex.  My
 hands were working faster over the now throbbing bulge in my kilt.  The
head of Bill's **** found its mark and penetrated her.  She moaned deeply.
He pulled himself out and proceeded to tease her with just his **** head.
Repeatedly it disappeared into her only to reemerge moments later.  She
started to whimper and begged him to give it all to her -- she was clearly
enjoying the tease because she could have easily grabbed his *** and pulled
him into her.  Finally though he eased himself fully into her.  He then
 began to very slowly **** her.  Watching his hard **** moving in and out of
her just about sent me over the edge.  I had to quickly pull my hands away
from my hard-on, or I would h!  ave flooded my kilt with *** right then
and there.  I looked down and watched the bulge throbbing under the
fabric of my kilt.  I looked back up.  Bill was still slowly
******* her and Kim was staring down at me.

She told me I could take off my shirt and  if I wanted to.  I started to
pull at my shirt.  Bill stepped back, his **** glistening with her juices.
Kim dropped down to her knees in front of me and helped me out of my shirt.
Her hands went to my belt.

"Bill told me  you look great in your speedos, G.  He told me it gets him
 real hot."

I watched as she undid my belt, unbuttoned the waist of my kilt it fell off
down.  Her hands then went to my **** as she
 began to rub my ****  She commented on how
much precum I had   Behind her Bill was intently watching
what she was doing.  His Jockeys were now gone and he was stroking his
 erection with one hand and playing with his balls with the other.  I leaned
 my head back and closed my eyes, loosing myself to the sensations now
coursing through my **** and balls.  I felt her mouth close over the head
of my ****.  I heard her sucking my  ****    I wanted to open my eyes and watch what I
knew was coming next, but I kept th!  em closed, wanting to concentrate on
the feeling of her lips and mouth on my
 naked ****.  I wasn't disappointed.  She moved back between my widely
spread legs.  First her tongue licked my head.  It was only a few moments
but it felt like forever to me because I wanted so badly to feel her mouth
totally surround me.  Finally her lips closed over the head, then slowly,
maddeningly slowly, her mouth enveloped my sex.  She began to ease her
mouth off my **** but I wanted her to keep it there a few moments longer.
I reached down to grab her head.  But my hand closed over Bill's
close-cropped head instead.  The surprise sent me right over the edge.  My
eyes flew open at the same moment I began to ***.  Bill tried to pull away
but I held his head down over my erupting ****.  He gagged a bit but took
all I gave him -- it felt like an awful lot.

When I finally released his head, Bill came up gasping for air.  Then a
 huge grin crossed his face as he looked up at Kim.

"Not bad, **********," she said, smiling broadly.  "Why don't you two go
into the bedroom?  I need to pee.  I'll be out in a minute."

As Bill led me to the bedroom, he whispered that mine was the first ****
he'd ever put in his mouth.  "She told me I needed to do it," he continued.
Then he said that it was OK and he liked it.  When we climbed onto the
queen-size bed, he reached over and lightly fondled me.  I was now soft,
but he was still very much aroused.  I began to stroke his thick erection.
It felt good in my hand.  Kim appeared in the doorway -- she was naked now.
She stood there a few moments watching our **** play.  She moved up to the
 side of the bed, her own fingers busy probing her ****.

"My turn," she said to me and got onto the bed widely spreading her long
legs.  Lying down on my stomach between her legs, started to nuzzle he r
pubic mound.  Bill straddled her head, and she began to kiss and to suck
his erection.  I ran my tongue up the slit between her **** lips until I
found her clitoris.  I began to suck gently at it, feeling it harden and
grow between my lips.  Kim moaned, her mouth full of Bill.  Looking up I
could see between her firm **** and between Bill's legs as she sucked him.
I licked firmly at her **** in rhythm to Bill's hips as he ground his ****
into her hungry mouth.  I shifted my body enough so that I could get a hand
around my ****, stroking it to the same beat.  It was starting to get good
 and hard again.

Then Bill straightened up, drawing himself out of her mouth.  "Let's
switch," he said.  I crawled up to straddle Kim's chest, my now heavy
hard-on resting on her chin until she opened her lips and sucked me in. I
bent over her head and began rocking my hips, ******* her face, trying not
to push in too deep.

My eyes opened as I felt Kim's body shift.  Glancing back, I saw Bill slip
his **** into her, working it in inch by inch, until all of it was buried
in her ****.  Then, with his head resting on my lower back, he started to
 ****, ramming himself hard into her, bouncing her whole body with each
thrust.  She grabbed my hips and pulled my **** deeper into her mouth now,
pushing me against the back of her throat.  She grunted as she responded to
Bill's *******.  I was getting hot again very fast.

Bill started to moan very loudly.  It was clear he was close, very close.
Then he let out a cry.  He grabbed my outer thighs as his ****** hit, his
fingernails digging painfully into my skin as his body jerked.  When his
spasms subsided, he dropped down on his back beside us.  Kim begged me to
**** her.  I asked for a condom.  She told me not to worry.  I insisted.
Bill reached over to the end table and pulled at a drawer.  He tore open
 the foil and insisted on putting it on me.  He clearly was getting off on
touching my ****.

Kim was well lubricated by Bill's ******, so my erection entered he r
easily.  I began to slowly **** her, but she wasn't satisfied with that.
She grabbed my *** and started to guide me roughly in and out of her sex.
I got the idea and pushed her hands away and began to pound away at her
****.  I became aware that Bill had his hand between my legs feeling my
 **** as I ****** his girlfriend.  I also felt his finger probe a little at
my *******.  But, it wasn't long before I came.  I thrust myself into her
as deeply as I could and as my body uncontrollably trembled, I felt my
juices empty into her.  As soon as my ****** eased, Kim grabbed my hips
again and kept me ******* her until her ****** hit.  And it was some
******.  I'd never seen anything like it.  Writhing and bucking about and 
crying out.  Then her whole body relaxed and she was quiet -- almost not
breathing.  I rolled off of her and collapsed in utter exhaustion on top of
Bill.  I remember him making room for me befo!  re p assing out.

I was sleeping soundly.  I came awake suddenly in total darkness, feeling
very disoriented.  Someone was sucking on my ****.  I reached down and felt
Bill's head.  I remember wondering how I could be hard again.  Four times  in one
night is usually my limit.  I lay there for some time enjoying the
 sensations of his mouth.  I felt his fingers moving up and down my ***
crack, stopping frequently to probe my hole.  I grunted in pain as he tried
to insert his dry finger, and he stopped.  When I started to get close, I
rolled him over and ****** his face until I shot off.  He gagged just
 slightly as I thrust my erupting **** deep down his throat.

I felt Kim's hands start to lightly stroke my back and shoulders.  Bill
continued to suck on me until I was soft again.  I got up to use the
bathroom.  I decided to go home.  So, I went into the living room and
 started to get dressed.  I was just pulling on my shirt when Bill appeared.
He said I could stay if I wanted.  I told him I needed to go.  Before 
opening the door to let me out, he asked if he could kiss me.  His tongue
 probed my mouth deeply.  It was an exciting, hungry kiss.  I thanked him,
then left.

I didn't think this sort of thing happens to average guys like me.  I still
 can't believe it ... even though I took the time to write it up into a
  story.  I tried hard to write it exactly like it happened ... I guess, so
that I'd never forget even the smallest detail.  Hope you enjoyed reading
about my adventure.

 

bispeedo bispeedo
41-45, M
4 Responses Mar 27, 2009

Amazing! I would love to be in that situation!

wonderful.

great story

Very nice story, something like that just has to be shared. I had a very simular experience except that it was my girl friend who us two males to enjoy. Just as we two enjoyed each others bodies, new firsts. Now he is a regular lover, servicing both me and her