Chapter 7: Triple Teamed

MEL

Dave was at the kitchen range cooking burgers for all of us. He already had the table set. I was just home from work, having a late afternoon showing of a large home over in the Harbor Bay Acres area.

I went up to Dave and wrapped my arms around him. “I love you.”

He set down the spatula and turned to me. We started some really passionate kisses as he leaned down to reach me and also squeezed my butt cheeks. He whispered his love for me and a few other remarks that turned me on.

When we came up for air, we realized we were the subject of intense scrutiny. Beth and Scott were standing in the doorway watching mummy and daddy do their huggy-kissy thing.

Beth asked, “Are you making a baby brother or sister for us?’

Dave and I burst out laughing. “No, honey. We were just being sure that we each knew that we loved each other.” She went and knelt with the two kids. “We love you both, too.”

Beth said, “But you don’t kiss us that way.” Her remark was only an observation, but did seem to also be a question about why.

I shot Dave a look, desperate for guidance.

He calmly said, “When you’re an adult you’ll understand that mummies and daddies have more ways to express their love to each other that are only for adults. We show our love for you in different ways, too.”

Beth said with little thought, “Oh, okay. We’re hungry.”

Dave announced, “Dinner is served, but only for children and mummies who have washed their hands.” Things progressed from there.

After dinner, we told the children to get ready for bed and they went off to their rooms to get in pajamas.

I turned to Dave and said, “You’d be very proud of me today.”

He got a worried look, “What did you do?”

I chuckled, “Well, I’ve worn a butt plug all day. If you want to play there later, I’m ready for you.”

He grinned, “I’m easily convinced; yes. A no-brainer. What else?”

“Well, I need your photographic skills tomorrow afternoon about three o’clock.”

“Is this part of the trust but verify part of our challenge for the two weeks that Sarah gave us?”

“It is,” I told him. “Ken, Jim, and Mike are going to be here to fuck my brains out and to make me airtight. I am assigning you as the official event photographer and voyeur, plus you’re supposed to be the cuckold spouse watching me get nailed and railed. Can you get off work early?”

“I can,” I promised. “Will this event be just you or are any of the other women also involved?”

“This is just me, although there might be an audience. You’ll be hearing from Ashley soon to set up a similar event for her, maybe during some kind of long lunch. Sarah and Cindy will be doing something after that.”

“Are you sure you want me back there tonight then?”

“Yes, please. I need to exercise the area. You’ll be fine, just don’t be rough.”

“How scripted will tomorrow be?” Dave asked.

“It’ll all be improv. The guys show up and we fuck for an hour until everyone gets off, especially me.” I grinned lecherously at him.

Dave patted his cellphone on the counter, “Have camera, will travel.”

DAVE

I decided to work at home all day Wednesday, at least that was my official excuse. Mel went off to do real estate stuff in the morning and made it home for a late lunch. After that she went off and showered. She been wearing the butt plug all morning.

Tracy and Willow, our babysitters, were able to meet Beth and Scott at the school bus stop since they’d be out of school earlier than the other grades. We’d cleared that with them as a matter of our convenience. They were having a play date with Jim and Sarah’s children at their house. They did seem kind of curious why we were keeping them out of our house for part of the afternoon. We thought we’d be finished by then, so this was a safety measure.

Ken and Mike arrived at the house simultaneously. Mike brought flowers for Mel. He was going to be a great member of our group except for when he shows up the other men for their forgotten romantic deeds. Jim and Ken arrived empty-handed about ten minutes later. Audience members arrived, too; all the women in our group: Ashley, Sarah, and Cindy.

Mel waltzed around the house in her little short pool robe and nothing on underneath. The CFM heels that helped her appeal. She provided some coffee for everyone. Soon enough, she was taking turns making out with one man and then another. Mike got special attention because of his thoughtful and romantic gesture with the flowers. He got to remove her robe revealing my wife’s naked and very fuckable body.

We’d gone to the master bedroom. The bed had been stripped of bedding except for the fitted sheet, and truth be known, a rubber sheet underneath to protect the mattress from what Mel called ‘splatter and squirt’.

Mel continued dancing around to her own music, trying to flirt with each man and get them aroused for the Main Event. The dirty talk was excessive by her, too. Cindy observed, “She can’t get both of them ready at this pace; she needs help. She needs a fluffer.”

Cindy removed her top and bra, so that her lovely and pert breasts showed, and then got hold of Jim, and started to blow him and tell him how she looked forward to being DPed and having him in one of her three orifices.

Ashley took Cindy’s cue, and went to work on Mike in the same way, only she got completely naked to excite him or anybody else that cared to ogle her hot naked body. I had reached a high state of arousal, but I was also excited about what Mel was about to do. A few feet away, Mel had started blowing Ken to get him ready.

Sarah took pity on me, so she came to me and stripped my shorts and briefs away so she could latch onto my man meat with her mouth. She was good, but I asked her not to make me cum. I wanted to remain highly aroused while I played cameraman for my wife’s first double or triple penetration. All her previous encounters, even with multiple men around, had all been ‘one-at-a-time’ events.

I’d mounted my iPhone on a tripod and started it running, initially panning around the room at the preparations that were underway.

Ashley said, “Mike is really ready, Mel.”

Mel asked him, “Do you want my ass? You get first pick. Your flowers won my heart ... and my ass, if you want it.”

Mike said, “I’ve never done anal sex.”

“I thought Cindy said she’d done it?” Mel asked.

He nodded, “Yeah, just not with me. I think I’d like to try.”

Mel announced, “We’ll try starting with a kind of reverse cowgirl then. You sit on the edge of the bed, and I’ll lower myself onto your shaft.”

Mike did as instructed; and Mel got him to hold her as she worked his shaft into her lubricated ass. Having worn her butt plug for two straight days, plus our play the previous night, she was more than ready and no challenge for Mike’s cock.

Mike groaned at the tight fit with his shaft, as she worked him deeper and deeper into her body. Eventually, she appeared to be sitting on his balls with her pussy still open and available. She lubed that up, too.

“Jim, get over here and fill my cunt,” Mel commanded with a lecherous grin.

Jim left Cindy and went to Mel with his stiffness leading the way. She told him, “Inside me, now. Fuck my lights out, gentlemen.” He forced his way into her body, just the way she wanted. Mel’s eyes closed and I wondered whether this was painful, until her body shook with an orgasm. I figured then that she was just fine.

Mel looked at Ken, and gestured to her mouth. Two seconds later, Mel was blowing Ken as Jim and Mike pumped their lust into her body. There were various expletives from each of the participants in the DP or airtight process.

I grabbed the camera, even in my half-naked state and moved around the threesome taking pictures from every angle and showing with close-ups what was happening at every orifice.

I finished my circuit for the verification photos, however, everyone in our Sex Club was in the room in some capacity. I guess the video would be a keepsake for Mel to remember her first ‘airtight’ experience. I chuckled to myself thinking that at some time in the distant future we’d show these to Beth when she was getting the serious sex education discussion from her mother – NOT!

As I reset the camera on the tripod, Cindy came and kissed me. Like the others, she’d also gotten naked. She pulled me around to the other side of the bed, stripped the rest of my clothes off, and then mounted me. “This is making me so horny that I can hardly wait for my day in lust.”

Cindy and I fucked and were romantic for ten minutes while the other men rotated positions in and over Melissa. Ken had a turn in her fuck hole while Jim was getting blown. Mike had returned to her ass, but periodically he had to stop his thrusts and cool down so he didn’t cum. He was learning the ‘right things’ pretty quickly.

Mel turned around and again reorganized the men. She started to ride Mike, who was already on his back, in the cowgirl position. Jim went into her ass, and Ken was at her other end for the spit-roast part of the airtight experience. I excused myself from Cindy so I could get various camera views of this new arrangement.

I glanced across the room and got a surprise of sorts. Sarah had sat in our cushy bedroom chair and pushed her sex to the edge of the cushion. Ashley was in front of her eagerly munching away on her pussy with fingers pumping affection into her close friend. This far exceeded anything that I’d ever seen since we started to get sexual with each other. It was sexy. I got a short video of that lesbian action, too.

I returned to Cindy, with my erection leading the way in its most aroused state. As I came up to her, I just continued for the length of my cock right into the teenager’s svelte and sexy body. God, she felt good plus she was so loving, so pretty, and so welcoming. She hiked herself up so we could again kiss. She whispered to me, “I love you.”

I felt the same way about her, not to the exclusion of Mel or even the other women. I told Cindy the same: “I love you, no question about it.”

MEL

In my mind, I conjured up the scene where I was on some stage with several thousand people watching me fuck three men simultaneously – or they were fucking me. Whatever.

As that last cock went into my body – my mouth as I started to blow Ken, a thunderous applause broke out by everybody there watching our outrageous sex. There were even shouts of appreciation and words like ‘More, more, more’. They were all pleased and I was actually ecstatic about what was happening, just like a singer getting a standing ovation for a popular song.

I kept having orgasms. I was already orgasmic, especially if somebody was stroking my clit as their cock moved in my vagina, as Jim was. Further, Mike’s girthy cock in my ass was stimulating all sorts of nerve endings that kept pushing me to the edge and over. I also got off with a hard cock in my mouth, like Ken’s. Three different sources of stimulation; I was a goner.

After about ten orgasms at near Richter ten on the scale of earthquakes, I had the men change places and I shifted into a cowgirl position with Mike in my cunt and Jim or Ken in my ass, as I deep-throated the other in my spit roast. That worked, too. More orgasms and more thunderous applause from the thousands watching the event on the large spot-lit stage.

I was vaguely aware of Dave moving around me occasionally taking videos of my performance. His moves just reinforced the fantasy that I was onstage performing a remarkable triple penetration. My God, this was being telecast to billions of people worldwide. I was the biggest slut in the world, doing highly slutty things, for an audience that loved sluts. This was the highlight of my career.

Beside me through my sex fog, I watched Cindy and Dave making love. They looked so sweet together, and so sexy. I reminded myself to eat his cum from her pussy after they were through.

On the other side of the room, I noted Ashley eating and fingering Sarah’s pussy as she lay back in our bedroom chair. THAT was different and important in some way. Had I known they did this? Maybe they were the companion act on my spot-lit stage. Somehow, I knew that Sarah had also eaten out Ash.

My fuckers were able to hold out for almost twenty-five minutes before they started cumming in or on me. I knew Mike especially was struggling to hold off. He’d freeze in position and even hold my hips stationery as he backed away from his orgasmic cliff.