Lyon

We'd been married for almost two years. Without saying
anything to each other, I think we both knew the marriage was a
bad mistake. Shirley was a really nice girl but I'd lost my
attraction for her and she knew it.
We were both just over 24. We'd met at the gym. I had
been looking for a girlfriend who had a good bod and wasn't into
smoking and drugs. Shirley seemed like exactly what I wanted...
pretty brunette, perfect skin, nice face, well built. I guess I was
what she'd been looking for, too. Her best friend, Kris, had just
gotten married and she didn't want to be an old maid. So... we
went together for about eight months and then, almost on a whim,
we tied the knot in Vegas with Kris and her husband Daryl in
attendance.
I was very tall (almost 6'6"), broad shouldered, narrow
wasted, medium length light tan-blond hair, lean and "built." For
years my friends had called me "too tall," like the football player,
and the high school basketball coach had slobbered all over himself
every time he saw me. Weights were my bag, however, and I
didn't like playing team sports. A little tennis, racquetball and
handball... that was it for competitive sports. I guess my best asset
was my personality. I was the top salesman in a big high line
computer store.
Shirley was always trying to do something that would jazz
up our relationship but nothing much worked. Sometimes, at night,
she'd put on some really frilly stuff, have me watch a porno flick,
and then she would climb all over me to get me worked up. Don't
get me wrong. I wasn't sterile or anything... we'd fuck, but it
wasn't the big deal I thought it would or should be.
Shirley's lifetime friend Kris and her husband got a new
apartment about a mile from us. They started having us over for
dinner about once a week... usually Thursday nights. It was cool
because Daryl and I got along really good. He was a salesman,
too... much shorter than me, probably about 5'9", a handsome, light
skinned mulatto with dark hair and burning dark eyes. Daryl was
into weights, too, and we'd first met at the gym. His muscles were
perfectly formed, classic, round, probably because of his ethnic
genes. I'd heard someone say he was "drop dead gorgeous." He
really was!
Dinner was often followed by watching some semi-dirty
videos and then openly playing around with each other in the living
room with the other couple doing it on the other couch. We
always remained at least half dressed because the four of us were
together. It was probably a little more stimulating than what Shirl
and I did at home.
Kris' 24th birthday arrived. As a lark, Daryl hired a male
stripper for our two-couple party. He'd asked me at the gym if I
minded Shirley seeing such a thing. "Hell no," I said. The stripper
was a hundred bucks and a real dud. He went down to a G-string
and wiggled a little suggestively, but the girls both said that Daryl
and I were total studs and would have been much better.
We played a little strip poker that night, after getting
loosened up on some good wine and Kris' birthday cake. I was
lucky. I only lost my shirt, Kris ended up in bra and panties, Daryl
was only in his bikini underwear, but Shirley finally lost everything
including her panties.
The next time we got together the two women had cooked
up some other ideas. They seemed to get into the sexy party scene
a lot and so Daryl and I went along with it. After dinner and some
drinks, we played strip poker again with the idea that whoever lost
would remain that way while we watched a video.
I wasn't so lucky. I was totally naked first, Kris was the
second to lose it all, Daryl was the third loser, so Shirley won by
having her panties left over. We all laid naked on the floor on a
big satin comforter to watch the video, separated only by a few
inches. Yes... Shirley got naked, too.
We watched and played around. I noticed that Daryl got a
surprisingly large erection. Kris seemed very turned on. Shirley's
touching got me boned up, too. Before the night was over we'd all
paraded around each other nude, Daryl had unconcernedly gone to
the can with his power pole swinging in front of him for all of us
to see, and Shirley had even openly licked my seven incher for a
few seconds right in front of Kris and Daryl.
Daryl and I saw each other in the gym quite often. He
seemed to be more and more cordial and volunteered that our "dirty
little parties" (as he called them) were making his sex life a little
more bearable. I didn't really know all that he could have meant.
I just told him it was a little better for me, too.
Kris and Shirley went shopping at "The Pleasure Store" and
came home with some toys, including gold and silver body glitter
and some edible body paints. After dinner, the next Thursday night
when we got together, we played another game a strip poker. I
won again, with Daryl nude first, Shirley second, and Kris third.
I still had my shorts on, but Shirley and Kris pulled them off.
After playing around for a while they spread a big plastic
"tarp" over the carpet and decided to do some body painting. Since
Daryl had lost, Shirley and Kris determined that the all three of us
would finger paint him with the gold glitter (because of his skin
color). My macho feelings were very strained, but I put some of
the paint on his broad back, arms and legs while Kris and Shirley
were painting the rest of him.
They shocked me. Both of the women finger painted his
whole body from forehead to toes, including both painting his very
swollen cock and big round balls. My wife actually touched Kris'
husband's hard cock and gonads. I was intimidated and a little
shocked, but it also turned me on. I was trying to avoid letting
anyone know I was getting swollen, too. When he was fully
painted Kris got out the Polaroid and took some pictures of Daryl.
He never lost his huge bone and really did look very sensual.
Shirley was next. Daryl stayed in his gold glitter and the
three of us painted lots of colorful designs on my wife. Kris said
Daryl and I should decorate her boobs and vagina together, so we
did. Daryl used his fingers to put lots of shiny bright red paint on
the lips of my wife's vagina while I drew circles around her breasts
and reddened her nipples. We had her writhing before we'd
finished. Kris took some Polaroids of her, too.
Daryl, Shirley and I then decorated Kris in many colors.
For some odd reason Daryl did what I had done with Shirley and
left it to me to decorate Kris' pussy while Shirley painted her
nipples. After some Polaroids were taken of her, it was decided I'd
be painted silver.
Daryl was very free in helping to cover me in the glitter,
even doing some of the finger painting of my very swollen cock
and dangling balls. They all moved their fingers around the rest of
my body, but finally came back to the front and center of me. Kris
and Daryl finally did all the careful finger painting of my
upstanding and very stimulated genitals while Shirley was working
over my legs and asscheeks.
We took more pictures. First, just of me... then some very
suggestive stuff of Shirley and me, then Kris and me, then the two
women, shown hugging and suggestively touching each other, and
then... Daryl and me. Shirley even wanted to take a Polaroid of
Daryl and me on the plastic "tarp" in a pile, hugging and touching.
There were two Polaroids left in the pack. "Come on, you guys,
lets get one of you doing what we did. Grab each other's cocks."
I was a little shocked but still hard. Daryl didn't seem to mind.
The golden handle I touched was very hard, too.
We all ended up washing each other off in their large step-
down shower. It took a long time before our naked bodies were
totally free of the paint... especially the glitter. We washed the
girls first. Then they spent a lot of time washing me, and finally
the three of us spent a very long time thoroughly cleaning every
crevice on Daryl's stimulated body. I was feeling more free to
touch him, since he'd been so free with me. I actually hand soaped
another guy's crotch for the very first time in my life.
That night, after the cleanup, both Daryl and I were openly
jacked off... him by Kris and me by Shirley.
The next time we got together the girls had more plans.
Daryl also had some suggestions. "Look. Forget the damned strip
poker game. It's a waste of time. If we're gonna get sexy, let's
get to it." We all had a little more than usual to drink that night
with our dinner.
They had a video of two women getting it on in their tape
library. After we got naked, Daryl put the tape in the VCR and we
all watched it. It only took about twenty minutes. After it was
over Daryl said that Kris and Shirley should put on a show like the
one on the tape. The women hesitated. Daryl said it was natural.
Shirley shocked me. "If we do it, then you guys got to do it, too."
Daryl looked at me and shrugged. "Hell, what's sauce for the
goose is sauce for the gander, I guess. I'm a contemporary dude."
I was petrified by the suggestion but nobody asked my opinion and
I didn't say anything.
After some more drinks we ended up on the big satin
comforter on the floor. Daryl finally got the two women to start
touching. It took a while but they finally started kissing and
licking each other... lightly at first and then with more and more
excitement. They slowly licked each other all around the breasts.
After a while, they even licked around each other's pussy a bit
before finally fingering each other. Shirley orgasmed first, and
then again, just before Kris finally shuddered in climax.
Shirley seemed excited about seeing Daryl and I together.
I was absolutely mortified, but Daryl didn't seem to mind. He
climbed on top of me as I laid on my back on the floor, and we
hugged for a few minutes. I felt his cock growing hard against my
stomach, which inspired mine to do the same. Nothing even
remotely sensual had ever happened between me and my friends
when I was a kid. This was strange and unbelievable.
Daryl's warm, silky smooth body rocked slowly against
mine for a while. His cheek laid against my cheek. My skin was
so alive I could even feel his pubic hairs against my lower abs.
His warm skin touched mine everywhere as he continued the
prolonged, light rocking with an added bit of pelvic thrusting.
After a few minutes he raised himself up and started to lick
my chest a bit. A few times our eyes would meet and he would
reassuringly smile. He nibbled my nipples, then tongue-washed my
stomach and gently licked around my throbbing cock. A couple of
times he kind of kissed my cock shaft before taking it in his hand
and starting to stroke me. His touch was expert. In minutes I
started bucking, so he laid back down on me.
I ran my hands over his back and ass. We rolled. I knew
it was my turn so I raised up to lick his chest as he had done. I
was, for some reason, getting very excited. I licked his nipples,
too. They hardened. I licked his stomach. His big, thick
throbbing cock raised up against my chin a few times. It was if I'd
forgotten I had an audience. I kissed his cockshaft, running my
tongue up the vein that ran its length. Then I licked his balls a bit.
I was kneeling between his legs. He spread them much wider and
raised his hard muscled midsection up off the floor. For a few
seconds I licked his inner thighs, under his balls, and then I again
ran my tongue up his cockstem. I'd never even dared dream of
doing such things in my whole life.
Daryl's foreskin had been intriguing to me, but now it was
fully pulled back to reveal his big, crimson cockhead. I should
have stopped (actually, before I started), but I couldn't resist
momentarily slipping my lips over the satiny crown.
We ended up side by side stroking each other off. Once, I
looked over at Shirley. She and Kris were in each other's arms,
fondling, watching, and... barely breathing. Daryl's fingers were
expert... not the fumbling feelings I experienced when Shirley
stroked my bone. Soon I was writhing in spontaneous pleasure.
I even had to stop pumping Daryl's cock while my orgasm was
starting to peak. I shuddered and trembled as he worked on my
love muscle, and I finally bridged my body way off the floor while
my torso convulsed and my cum flew.
Daryl ran his hands over the goo on my chest and stomach
as if rubbing it in. He waited for a few minutes until I could catch
my breath. Then he laid back and I knew it was my turn to
pleasure him. It took only a few minutes, while the thick, hard but
slightly spongy pole in my hand was manipulated every way I
knew how. I fondled his balls, rubbed his inner thighs and lightly
touched his lower abs with my other hand, kind of like I would
have done to myself at home alone. Daryl moaned, his ab muscles
contracted frantically, his body shook, and then I pumped volley
after volley of hot cum from his cock.
Daryl and I carefully washed each other in the shower when
it was all over. He was very cordial, thanked me for the wonderful
feelings, and then gave me a big body-to-body embrace before we
dried each other. We returned to the women in the living room.
The stereo covered the sounds of our return, and we surprised
them. Kris and Shirley were in a hot clinch with their fingers
thoroughly diddling each other's hot box.
They seemed shook. Daryl said, "My god, don't stop. It's
cool. Really cool." Daryl and I sat together on the couch and
watched while they finished. Daryl quickly got another erection,
but I was too spent to respond to what I saw the girls doing... until
I looked at his lap. Later, Shirley swore to me that she and Kris
had never done anything with each other before, even though
they'd been best friends since third grade. I said I didn't see
anything wrong with it.
Our personal love life was still kind of "blah," but I
discovered that if I got a vision of my naked, hard bodied mulatto
friend with the uncut eight inch cock, my cut seven incher
performed with much more gusto.
Kris and Shirley were reservation agents for the same
airline. They sometimes got free tickets. Daryl had a handball
tournament over the following weekend in another city. Tuesday
afternoon, at the gym, he invited me to go with him. I had to work
and couldn't go, since we had a sale on and had just fired another
salesman. The idea caused me to do a lot of "what if?" dreaming.
Daryl was quickly becoming my very closest friend and the sole
object of my totally confused dream life.
That next Thursday night we went to dinner at Daryl and
Kris' apartment again and Kris shyly brought up "swapping."
Daryl immediately said he thought it was "uncool" and could
damage our marriages. "I've got no problem with getting naked,
playing around and putting on little shows for each other, like
we've been doing, but I think we ought to keep the actual sex stuff
inside our marriages." He turned to me. "What do you think,
Lyon?" I stammered my agreement. "Yeah. What we've been
doing is a little far out, but it's fine. Let's just stick with that."
Later, in the living room after dinner, Shirley suggested that
maybe we could "do the couple thing" while the other couple
watched. Again, Daryl had a strong opinion. "You know, I think
we should just expand on what we've been doing. Kris and I can
have sex six other nights a week and so can you guys. The one
night we're together should be used for variety. I know that
watching you girls play around was real exciting and taught me a
lot. I'll bet you could come up with more stuff like that."
Shirley said watching Daryl and me was one of the wildest
experiences of her life. Kris agreed. So, that night started with us
putting a plastic cover over the carpet and then all rubbing each
other with some slippery sex oils. We flipped coins, and I got
rubbed first, Kris second, Daryl third and Shirley last. It was
extremely arousing, with everybody freely touching all the others
everywhere.
Then, Daryl and I sat on the edge of the plastic together
while the two girls put on a very uninhibited show. Supposedly
(by what they said), they licked each other's pussy and clit until
both had some wet and wild orgasms. They must have worked
over each other for nearly an hour before it was our turn to provide
the entertainment.
Daryl started rubbing me all over with both his hands, his
body and his lips. Sometimes we just slithered together, and
sometimes we would stimulate each other's hard cocks, but Daryl
seemed intent on licking and sucking my body everywhere. I
mean, everywhere! After working over my nipples, belly button,
inner thighs, and everything in between, he raised my legs to lick
my asscrack and tongue me under my balls.
It was an amazing episode, unlike anything else I'd ever
imagined, much less experienced. He finally sucked and licked my
balls, ran his tongue up and down my pulsing cockstem, and then
slipped his hot lips over my cockhead. For about a minute, as his
hands held my hot popsicle at it's base, this manly, "drop dead
gorgeous" stud sucked my cock as hard as he could while our
wives watched. I gave him lots of warning by thrashing, moaning,
and telling him I was cumming, but he slurped up every drop of
my scalding cum before his lips finally slipped from my pole.
Daryl then slipped up beside me, gave me a huge embrace,
and kissed me right on the mouth. In moments our mouths were
open and I was tasting my own juices as we wantonly swapped our
bodily fluids.
I knew it was my turn to do to him what he had done to
me. I had watched our wives uninhibitedly satisfy each other, and
I had just been amazingly satiated. I was totally overcome with
lust and curiosity for the handsome creature that had just so
wonderfully serviced me. I was also totally oblivious to the two
women watching. I did everything to Daryl's unbelievable body
that he had done to mine. My hands and lips followed his recipe
to the smallest detail, finally licking and sucking his asscrack, his
balls, and lastly, his big, thick boner. It took only a few brief
seconds to get Daryl squirming and thrashing all over the plastic,
and then he too, with lots of movement and noise, fed me blast
after blast of his hot seed.
It was my first taste of a man's offering. My wife had
serviced me before and indicated she'd liked it, but she rarely
appeared to want to go back for seconds. I did! I continued to
lick Daryl's body in all the strategic places I knew of, and then...
with little thought for the reactions or consequences... I returned to
lovingly service his throbbing sex. I crawled all over him, licking
and sucking, pumping his vibrating cock when my lips journeyed
elsewhere, and then quickly returning to feast on his oversized
sabre.
Our animalistic experience lasted a long time as we
convulsed and writhed together. It must have taken many minutes
of servicing Daryl before I sensed that his volcano was again about
to explode. His hands were all over my body as I worked beside
him. I tried everything my crazed mind could invent in my quest
to give this beautiful man his ultimate pleasure. The second load
of cream he served me wasn't as copious as the first, but it was just
as wonderful.
Again, we collapsed together, laying in each other's arms to
regain our strength while our two mates finished their own finger
fucking encore with rousing, mewing orgasms.
Daryl and I again showered. We hugged and kissed as we
washed each other, with Daryl telling me this was the most exciting
sexual experience he'd ever had. As we were rinsing each other
off, he knelt before me, took my "stroke-hardened" organ in his
mouth and sucked me off to a second explosion.
Three more Thursday nights were almost identical in their
conclusions. If anything, our mutual explorations increased in
intensity, with both Daryl and I deeply finger-probing each other
during our sucking ceremonies. The girls had done a 69 job on
each other one night, so Daryl and I tried it, too. He said he'd
rather we do it one at a time so we could relax and enjoy the
encounter without working so hard to make it mutual.

Then, all hell broke loose. Kris had made a big purchase
of some jewelry and other expensive stuff she wanted with their
credit cards and had hid it all from Daryl. Kris hadn't made the
last payments, the cards were overdrawn, Daryl tried to get some
cash and couldn't, and then he'd discovered what she had done and
hidden from him. The shit hit the fan!
Kris came crying to Shirley. I was shocked that Shirley
sided with her. That pissed me off, since I was sure Kris had been
totally wrong. Now Shirley and I weren't speaking either, and
there was no dinner and sex party that Thursday night.
I saw Daryl at the gym. As we were commiserating while
spotting for each other I kiddingly said, "We ought to let them
move in together and do their thing, Daryl. Maybe... let them take
your apartment, since it's more feminine, and then we could bunk
together." He looked at me for a second, and then he looked at the
wall. "Humm. Never thought of that," he said, like I'd dropped
a real gem.
We went to the gym juice bar to discuss the crazy idea
further. "Shit, Lyon, it's not so crazy from my standpoint, dude."
He lowered his voice. "My only real sexual satisfaction comes on
Thursday nights with you, man. I've started really digging you."
I freely agreed. I'd never dreamed of anything as exciting as what
we'd been doing.
So...
Daryl is at work. It's my day off and I'm working at my
computer. We're all still married and Shirley and Kris are our
friends. We've even patched things up enough so that we might
restart our Thursday night escapades starting with dinner at their
place. Daryl laughs about that. "You mean we're supposed to pick
one night a week to do what we don't do the other six? Boring!
I don't know about you, but I'd live a full life and be totally happy
if I never fucked a broad again, Lyon."
We've been together about five weeks. It seems like every
night we're two crazed animals, wildly making up for the 24 years
of our lives when we didn't get naked and nasty with another male.
I've been invited into Daryl's body through the back door in a
most amazing, greasy, lovemaking episode. I've been sitting here
at my desk, naked, fondling my hard and somewhat sore bone
while reliving the experience because it happened just last night.
It's scary to think about returning the favor, since he'd go
an inch deeper and he's a bit thicker. But... it seemed so exciting
for him, and Daryl is so gentle, I think I'm going to try.
Maybe... tonight!