I would love for our lives to get back to normal but Im no longer sure just what normal 
is. It has been two weeks since the embarrassing incident over at the Giffords house and 
not a word about it has been spoken by any of us. As Jean and Mary go, there appears to 
be no change. But, as for Phil and me, a significant chill has come between us. He 
obviously knows he crossed the line and he is trying to brazen it out. I, on the other hand, 
am trying to regain an equal footing in this complex relationship among the four of us, or 
should I say; the six of us. 

The Giffords two children have always been an important part of our group relationship. 
Jean and I, without children, have emotionally adopted Phil Jr. and Katie as our own. 
Junior is very ashamed of his name and prefers to be called Pip which is a nickname 
given him by his dad when he was only a toddler. I think he will try to distance himself 
from that name when he gets into high school for obvious reasons. At any rate, we spend 
as much time with the kids as we do their parents. Probably more if we are talking about 
just Pip. 

Phil is often on the road with his job and I have been the surrogate dad, especially with 
Pip, when their real dad is away. I attend all of their school and sports events when their 
parents dont which is most of the time. I even coached Pips soccer team for two 
seasons. The kids now are a kind of glue thats holding us all together during this uneasy 
time. For the time being, I dont detect any changes in the kids attitudes toward me but I 
can see a bit of a change between Katie and Jean. Katie seems to be avoiding her since 
she saw Jean with her father. I still cant believe that all happened. It may just be in my 
mind. I dont know. Im just happy that the two kids still seam to love me. It seems that 
Katie didnt mention anything to Pip since I cant detect any change in him at all.

I really dont know how to get our couples relationship back in the groove; so to speak. I 
am on such an emotional rollercoaster that I cant see how I can ever get back to a 
friendship with Phil. He knows he has topped me. He is the alpha male of the group. My 
tail is between my legs and I am cowering in the background. The only thing I can think 
of is to seduce Mary in order to regain a foothold in the common relationship but, I 
certainly am not equipped to challenge the silverback. Mary has been taking that big pipe 
for lo these many years and couldnt possibly be impressed with what I have to offer. I 
am not really ashamed of my equipment but it is nowhere near Phils class. My cock is 
about 6.5 inches when at its hardest and fairly thick for its length. Jean has always been 
satisfied with it up until now. 

Once they start fucking, I think all women wonder what a bigger dick would feel like. I 
know that the first couple of times with Jean, she was tight and she thought sex 
uncomfortable in the early going. Sometimes I wish I knew what girls feel during sex 
because, despite their wall of resistance to male advances, they end up fucking like 
minxes. I think they get much more pleasure out of sex than men do. Women like to fuck 
as much as us but for some reason they refuse to admit it. When you think of it, for every 
heterosexual coupling, there is a woman at the end of a dick. At any rate, I noticed that 
after a few fucks, Jeans cunt got much more lose, especially during an extended fuck 
session. I know that after awhile I was slopping around in there. Sometimes it feels like I 
actually missed it even when I am all the way in. It must depend upon her level of 
arousal. I know that I always think back to the little girls I fucked when I was a teenager 
and how tight they were so I guess it stands to reason that Jean is thinking that she needs 
a bigger cock to take her back to those stuffed feelings that she ad when young. 

If I was going to recapture what we had with the Giffords and stand any chance of 
fulfilling my fantasy springing from Jeans encounter with Phil, I have to ignore all of the 
reasons not to go forward - there are many - and just go for it. Ive made up my mind and 
I am going to do it; but How?

I knew that I had to re-establish my friendship with Phil for this all to happen. I had to 
somehow recreate the atmosphere of sexual tension that lead up to what happened.  The 
only way that was going to happen was for me to eat crow and act, in front of Phil, like 
nothing happened and that no one crossed any line and that there really are no lines to 
cross. I figured the best way to do that is to schedule a hot outing for us all.

I said to Jean, Why dont we do something with the Giffords this weekend?

She looked at me with surprise and said, Really? I was afraid you wouldnt want to be 
with them anymoreyou knowfrom last time.

I said, What made you think that? I didnt say anything aboutthat. I thought we were 
Ok with it all. I thought you were Ok with it.

I am she said. I thought you were having second thoughts and were backing off of 
things with them, she added

No, remember what I saidI love you, I boldly stated. I also told you that I thought 
that what happened was hot and I think I showed you what I felt afterwards by what we 
did. Dont you remember? I grumbled.

You dont have to get mad at me. I am feeling that you really are not ok with it. I am 
awfully sorry that I was so weak, Gary. Im sorry. Im so sorry, she pleaded.

Jean, I love you and there is nothing you could ever do that will change my love for you. 
I love the fact that you enjoyed it. No, really! I want you to feel all the pleasure I can give 
you orprovide to you; honestly I asserted.

Jean looked at me with tears in those beautiful blue eyes and threw her arms around my 
neck.

I was afraid, she said. I was afraid I was going to lose you over this, she cried 
haltingly and sunk her head into my shoulder and wept bitterly. 

I could feel her whimper and her entire body shake with her grief. She really gave into 
her emotions like never before. The iron maiden had a weakness. I had never seen her cry 
this hard. In fact, she rarely cried at all. Selfishly, I was happy that she felt this strongly 
about losing me.  For the first time in our marriage I was feeling like it was for real and 
that we would be together for life.  This was not the temporary arrangement I feared but a 
bond that was not going to be easily broken. I held her tightly while she got it out of her 
system.  It had to be nearly a half an hour before she was back to normal. Once she 
regained her composure, I looked into her eyes with an added confidence. I could feel 
that our relationship had changed; and changed for the better. I was now on equal footing 
with her in our relationship. Its kind of ironic that in cuckolding me, she strengthened 
me and probably solidified our marriage. So, with added confidence, I told her that we 
should go out with Mary and Phil this weekend and that I would find something hot for 
us to do. Her face brightened and the sparkle came back to her eyes.

On Friday after work, we went out to a nice cozy restaurant I found that was on the 
wrong side of town and then decided to go out to one of the nearby clubs, the kind we 
would never frequent.  The place wasnt the cleanest but the music was great. We were 
having a wonderful time dancing; I with Mary most of the time and Jean with Phil. I 
couldnt take my eyes off of my baby. She danced so hot that everyone else was watching 
her too. Mary was feeling a little left out and moved in for the kill. She began to dance 
more provocatively and rubbed herself all over me in the process. This is the first time 
that I actually had any intimate contact with her. She was starting to get my attention. I 
was enjoying watching her as well as feeling her. I was able to cop a feel now and then 
with my hands. Once, while she was in close, I wrapped my arms around her and she 
turned around and clasped my hand to her ample breasts. She moved her ass very slowly 
and seductively against my crotch while she massaged her tits with my hands. I 
acknowledged her skill with a stiff salute. She was stealing some of Jeans audience as 
she pulled her hem up high on her thighs to show off her legs and fancy footwork. People 
started watching us; her with her sultry dance and me with my tented pants. Eventually, 
she was holding the front of her dress up so that I and everyone else were looking right at 
that magnificently large cameltoe. Her puffy cunt was on display.  Her lips were 
alternately squeezed and stretched with the movement of her thighs and the swinging of 
her hips. I modestly looked away at first but noticed that more people were now looking 
at Mary and all of them focused on the action between her thighs. I guess Mary wasnt so 
interested in her modesty because she reached up with her hands in the middle of her 
dance and put her palms on either side of my face and turned it back and down to where I 
was originally looking. She then reached down and grabbed her hem and pulled it back 
up to again reveal the erotic spectacle. I knew then that I wanted to get my hands that. 
This erotic skirmish went on all night and I almost forgot about Jean. 

We danced so much that we forgot about drinking. Alcohol was our usual aphrodisiac but 
tonight, it was the dancing that got us all aroused. We did have a couple of rounds of Mi 
Ties before we left the club just for good measure. We climbed into my car to head for 
home but, on the way, Mary spotted an adult bookstore and suggested that we stop in. By 
the time the words left her mouth, I was parking the car right in front of the door. 

Amazingly, the parking lot was full except for this one spot. This wasnt the first time we 
went to one of these places having visited others a few years back but this one had a sign 
in front advertising video booths and a theater.  That, we had never done! This was not in 
a good area so we sprang to the door of the shop as quickly as we could. I guess we were 
hoping that we would be some how safer inside  What were we thinking? The sales 
counter was right at the front door where we entered. It was surrounded by glass display 
cases loaded with sex aids and what I assumed to be drug paraphernalia. There were a 
few racks of porn magazines and paperbacks just beyond. The walls were lined with 
every size, shape, color, and style of device to insert into your body and elicit sexual 
pleasure or probably pain. We looked at all of the sex stuff and made jokes about most of 
them. The middle of the store was full of rack upon rack of porn videos arranged by sex 
act and segregated by personal sexual preference. The girls selected some with interesting 
covers and made up critical reviews for each. It was probably the Mi Ties that made this 
so funny but we were almost doubled up with laughter. The few men standing around 
seemed amused by us and didnt seem to mind the filthy talk by the girls (can you 
imagine?). Eventually we got near the back of the video racks and the two girls darted 
into the booth area. Phil and I looked at each other and smiled. I said, Do you think we 
ought to go after them?

He said, Yea, we better keep them out of trouble.

We headed in after them but they were nowhere to be found. We peeked into the booths 
with partially open doors thinking they just ducked away to hide from us. We must have 
looked into a dozen or so booths but they were in none of them. I pushed on one of the 
closed doors and it opened but there was only a guy in there jerking off.  He turned 
without missing a stroke to give me a good demonstration of his technique. I backed up a 
bit but he just left the door open as I walked away. 

I said to Phil, either we call out for them or we open every door until we find them. 
Im not going to yell in here, he replied.

So, we started pushing open doors. Not one person complained or even said anything. 
Just about everyone I interrupted turned to show me his cock. Some were busy on their 
knees sucking cock through a hole between the booths. Others on the other side of the 
wall were obviously standing against a hole busy getting serviced. And then I found 
them. As I opened this one door, I could see a rather large black cock sticking through the 
hole in the wall with two sets of hands jerking it off. I looked up to see the girls as they 
were fixated on their joint activity. I was very impressed by their coordination and 
synchronization and wondered if this was somehow practiced. Their joint effort soon 
resulted in a spray of cum that hit Jeans pants just above her knee dripping to her shoe. 
The two girls giggled and adjusted their positions to avoid the remaining shots that each 
fell to the floor with a loud splat. The shots dwindled to a dribble and the cock slowly 
retracted from their grip and disappeared back through the hole.

I called to Phil to come over but he said that the booths were bigger over on his side and 
that we should all join him over there. The girls rolled out of the booth laughing and 
causing a ruckus. So much so that I thought we would be eject from the premises but to 
my surprise no one seemed to care. We scurried across the aisle and all squeezed through 
the narrow door into the larger booth with Phil. He put a five dollar bill into the video 
machine and we all stood there while he flipped through the channels and with the 
encouragement of the girls, stopped at one with a huge black cock fucking a very small 
white girl. As we were watching it, a dick came through the hole a wall with the 
adjoining booth and brushed against Phils leg. He alerted everyone as to what was 
happening and said, Lets see what he will do, and proceeded to reach down and grab 
the cock. I guess he thought the guy would pull back when he felt a strong hand of a man 
but, instead, it got harder and bigger. The girls laughed and Mary said, It looks like you 
have a friend, Phil. 

It didnt seem to faze Phil in the slightest. He proceeded to give the guy a proficient hand 
job and seemed to be enjoying what he was doing. Clearly the feeling was mutual 
because the guy began to shoot his load directly in on us. Jizz was flying all over the 
place hitting our legs causing the girls to squeal and Phil to laugh. He made every effort 
to see that everyone got a share. By the time the guy stopped shooting, all of us had a 
little souvenir of the encounter. While still hard, the guy pulled back out of the hole and 
we soon heard him close the door behind himself as he left the booth. Phil wiped the cum 
off of his hand o the wall. When I started to open our door Phil blocked my attempt with 
his slimy hand and said, Youre not leaving this booth until youve jerked off a cock 
too.

The girls agreed and positioned themselves so as to block my exit from the booth. So, 
there we stood; waiting. The five dollars ran out and still no one had entered the booth 
next to us. It was pretty quiet out there. Jean offered another five dollars from her pocket 
and Phil put it in the machine. We waited and waited but still no one entered the booth. 
Finally, Jean said, If someone doesnt come soon, you will have to jerk Phil off so we 
can get out of here. That made everyone laugh but still no one entered.

Phil said, Im game! And feigned a pull at his zipper. 

Thank God, just as he did that, we heard the door creak open and someone put money in 
the machine next door. Everyone was watching the hole in anticipation and occasionally 
looking at me to see what I would do. Then it happened. A nice hard circumcised cock 
came slowly through the hole and proudly offered itself for substitute love. Knowing 
what was expected of me, I didnt waste much time in reaching out to grab it. It was an 
electric moment for me having never felt another mans cock before. It was very unlike 
holding my own. I could feel the heat that I never noticed with mine and I became very 
aware of the texture of it in my hand. I loved it! The skin was soft over the hard shaft 
underneath. I could feel every little irregularity of the hard core of his erection as I moved 
the skin up and down the shaft with my hand. I could feel it getting even harder as I 
fondled it. Loosening my grip, I let my hand lightly glide up his shaft and over the 
corona. I could feel him leaking hot fluid as his excitement grew. I spread the syrupy goo 
back over the head and along the shaft helping lubricate my sliding fingers. Soon, there 
was so much lubricant that it started making a sound as I jerked him. The sound was 
getting louder and louder as I indulged myself in this lustful act and that just added to the 
excitement for the others as they closely watched my handiwork.  I was lost in lust and 
forgot that everyone was watching me  or, more likely, just didnt care. I was wishing 
that I could bend over and take the handsome prick in my mouth but that could only 
happen if I were alone and placed the thought in my head to come back someday by 
myself to try it. Just then, cock suddenly expanded and began shooting its load. I brought 
my palm up over the head so I could feel the pressure and texture of his ejaculation. This 
caused the sperm to splash over us all but no one moved out of the way. And, no sooner 
than it began, it was over and the beautiful phallus slipped out of my grasp and 
disappeared into the darkness of the adjacent booth. There was silence in our booth.

I brought my hand up into the light before the screen for everyone to see the coating of 
jizz and without thinking, brought it to my nose to examine the fragrance. The smell 
made my cock start leaking. It was hard and straining against my jockeys. The friction 
against the material coupled with the aroma of that guys cum almost put me over the top. 
I had all I could do to come down from this high quickly enough not to shoot in my pants. 
Jean broke the silence with a chuckle and said, Go ahead and lick it. We all know you 
want to.

I was again crushed. There was that exquisite humiliation! That got me even hotter to 
where almost did what I really wanted to do which was lick the scum off of my fingers 
but I couldnt bring myself to stoop to that depth in front of them.

 Phil began to laugh and I thought for a moment that he was in on a joke at my expense. 
But, as I looked at him I thought he was a little uneasy and may be laughing because he 
was nervous or was trying to help break the tension. 

I must have had a pitiful look on my face since Jean interjected, I was only kidding, 
Gary. 

She probably thought it through more thoroughly and hoping to soften her comment even 
further repeated, I was only kidding!

Having her say it twice just added to my embarrassment because it queued everyone to 
my degree of sensitivity with the topic. Now Mary and Phil were aware of my 
homosexual phobia  or is it curiosity.

Again, it was Mary who came to my aid with a packet of tissues. I had to use the entire 
pack to get all of the sperm off. One by one I threw the tissues on the floor to join the pile 
of tissues, paper towels, used condoms and wrappers that were strewn about. Every one 
of those items was evidence of someones heated ejaculation. Judging by the size of the 
pile, I assume that most of the sperm had to have been carried off, probably in someones 
stomach, or we would have been knee deep in it. 

Jean looking down at the mess and thinking along the same line said, Its a good thing 
for you that guy came in. If you had jerked Phil off, we would have drowned in here.
With that, everyone laughed and we scurried out of the filthy booth; all trying to get 
through the narrow door at the same time. 

While I was contemplating what just happened, Mary suggested that we all go further 
back into the theater. While they were laughing it up, I went up front in the store and 
bought theater tokens from the old-fart clerk. He was a fat grungy gray haired old man 
who didnt have the energy to look up during the entire transaction. I said, Thanks! to 
which he didnt make a sound. There was no reaction at all, not even nod. Walking back 
to join the party, I was bristling about the asshole clerk but my thinking drifted to ponder 
how much my life (and actions) had changed. Here I was with my wife and friends in an 
adult bookstore about to go into a porn theater after having masturbated a complete 
stranger in front of them. I was getting in deep. I was becoming addicted to this kind of 
lifestyle. I was enjoying it. I was going to burn in hell for it but I put that out of my mind 
as I anticipated what we would find in the theater.

We all huddled together after passing through the turnstile into the dark hallway leading 
to the theater. The passageway got darker and darker the further we went. Finally we 
reached a black curtain that caused Mary, who was leading the way to screech as it 
contacted her face in the darkness. Passing through the slit in the middle, we entered the 
theater only to be blinded by the brilliance of the large screen TV hanging at the end of 
the room.  The walls and ceiling were painted flat black to render the hall featureless. The 
brilliance of the screen was painful and we could see absolutely nothing when looking 
away from it so we faced the dark and kept our eyes shut long enough for our pupils to 
dilate. As my eyes got accustomed to the dark I began to recognize shapes and 
movement. After awhile longer I could see that there were people in there and some were 
milling about. Eventually my vision settled in and I could see fairly well. I looked around 
and saw that there was no theater seating at all. Instead, there were a few homemade 
wooden benches with backrests scattered about with many of them facing the screen. For 
the most part, the room was empty of furniture or fixtures. I then realized that, with the 
exception of the two girls, the room was full of men and most of them were naked. Some 
of them strutted about advertising their availability. Some were standing by themselves 
looking kind of timid, but most were either paired up or grouped up and energetically 
engaged in some variation of oral sex. There were so many men on their knees you would 
think you were in a church of sorts. I looked at the girls who were busy taking it all in 
and were whispering and tittering at the spectacle. 

I said, Phil, it looks like youre going to get that hand job.

He said, Hand job! Hell, now Im hoping for a blow job.

The girls cuddled close to us for safety. As fascinated as they were, they were still afraid. 
Jean was pressed up to me and took my arm and pulled it around her back and held my 
hand tightly to her waist. Phil and Mary were similarly joined. When we could see well 
enough to navigate the obstacles, we went exploring. Not wanting to cross the room in 
the open, we walked along the wall where the wallflowers were lined. None of them 
made eye contact with us but most did take a peek at the girls as we passed. When we got 
to the back of the room, we found that there were some wall panels partitioning off two 
private nooks and found several male couples fucking away like monkeys behind them. 
None of them seemed to mind us watching them getting their rocks off. The girls kind of 
maneuvered us in closer for a better look into one of the nooks. In there, one of the 
coupling pairs was younger and in good physical shape. We watched while some of the 
groupies mulling around them would occasionally reach into the coupling and grab some 
balls or one of the dicks. It was a sexual free for all. The grunting and moaning was 
getting intense and the pace of fucking increased. I can tell you that the smell wasnt 
great. The guy bending over was moaning louder with each slam of the cock up his ass. 
The guy pounding his ass was pretty quiet until he started his cum grunt; five of them by 
my count. Then the long dick slid back and out of the guys hole followed by a gush of 
sperm that plopped onto the floor. The fucked guy stood up releasing a few cum-farts in 
the process.  He didnt bother to clean himself up and just started walking out to the open 
theater floor dripping cum down the back of his legs as he went. No sooner did he hit the 
open area than other suitors started to cruise by. One of them, already sporting a hard-on, 
came up behind him, grabbed his hips, and slammed it into the guys sperm slick crack. 
The guy bent a bit at the waist and quietly accepted this large cock into his well fucked 
ass. The big guy shoved it all the way in with a single push and humped him violently for 
a few minutes before unloading his balls into him. That sperm seemed to flow out of the 
gaping hole in one big blob hitting the floor with a splash. But, this time he didnt even 
get a chance to stand upright before another guy mounted him. 

We were really enjoying the exhibition in front of us but there was sex happening 
everywhere. With every turn of the head, there was someone sucking cock. One oral 
coupling was pretty interesting. There was a rather young guy on his knees to the left of 
us who was slowly sucking a very large cock. He was putting a lot of emotion into his 
effort and making a lot of mews of satisfaction in the process. He appeared to be actually 
making love to that cock. I understand that in gay circles it is called worship and that is 
really what it looked like. He was performing his ministrations with reverence much like 
you would expect to see from a priest in making an offering to the gods. The vessel for 
this sacrifice was his mouth; the penis his idol and oral sex the votive. He took the penis 
so far into his mouth, the substance of his communion had nowhere to go but strait down 
his throat. He held the cock fully inserted in his mouth for what seemed to be an overly 
long period of time and in that position he would very slowly turn his head and body to 
generate as much friction as he could by moving the sleeve of his gullet around the 
captured shaft.  Upon needing to breathe again, he would rather quickly pull back and 
once again reveal the monster cock covered in a clear thick liquid that would drool down 
his chin and hang there wiggling in the air. After gasping for air, he repeated this 
ceremony a number of times which amazed the girls. They were kind of narrating what 
was going on as if to reinforce the scene in their memories. At the culmination of the 
sacrifice, the guy opened his mouth, bringing the cock almost out and used his tongue to 
stimulate the head just below the piss slit until the white fluid began to flow. He 
positioned himself so that we could observe the actual sacrifice entering his mouth. The 
pulses of the blessed offering were filling the sacrificial vessel. After the final spurt, the 
guy milked the final remnants of the sacred offering into his mouth and closed his lips to 
swallow. The gulp could easily be heard as he consumed the gift. 

By this time, we were actually in the middle of a crowd. I think some of them were 
interested in the worship service we were looking at but many of them were more 
interested in the girls. Not all of these guys were queer. Ill bet most of them were 
married and had children. They are just fuck-pigs. Since it was more or less a free-for-all 
environment, some of the guys were rubbing up against or even grabbing at the girls (and 
us guys). Apparently this had been going on for the entire time we were in there but the 
girls didnt complain. They just demurely moved aside or brushed an occasional hand off 
of their breast or ass. I thought Jean had been rubbing up against me for effect but 
apparently she was dodging pervs. 

It got to the point where we were all real hot from watching all of this sex. It was Mary 
that said, Lets giveem a show. Phil didnt hesitate to pull out his already erect cock 
and Mary dutifully squatted down and began to blow him. Im sure it was the size of 
Phils cock but the event caused quite a commotion with just about everyone beginning to 
crowd around. Not to be outdone, Jean then bent down and unbuckled my pants and 
pulled them down. She slipped down my Jockeys and proceeded to give me quite a 
vigorous blowjob. Both couples were now the center of attention in the room. The crowds 
got tighter as the pervs tried to get in on the action. I felt a number of hands rub my bare 
ass and told Phil to drop his pants which he did and he started to receive the same kind of 
attention. Eventually, I started to feel strange hands on my balls under Jeans chin and I 
knew that Jean was holding on to both of my hips for stability. I could tell that the hands 
were from different people by the smoothness or roughness of their skin and similarly 
how rough or gentle they were with my balls. 

I was loving the fact that many people were touching my most intimate parts. Since my 
eyes were fixed on Mary and Phil, I could see the attention they were getting and could 
recognize these things as they were happening to me. The hands on my ass eventually 
gravitated to my crack giving me a new thrill. Fingers were sliding up and down it and 
sometimes pressing low to try to find my hole. I started to feel Jeans hands leave my 
hips now and then but judging from what Mary was doing I guess that she was just 
swatting away unwanted hands. And, when Mary complained about the strain of 
squatting, some of the guys threw down their coats so the girls didnt have to kneel on the 
filthy cum caked floor. With the girls more comfortable, we all gave into the moment 
freely. I allowed one of the hands on my ass to probe my asshole. This was another first 
for me since, unlike Jeans ass; my ass had never been involved in our lovemaking. I was 
getting quite a thrill of the finger rubbing slow circles around my rim. But when he poked 
it inside, his finger must have been too dry and probably calloused because it really hurt 
me. So, I pulled away from the pain and almost choked Jean in the process. A voice from 
beside me said, Sorry! but a finger returned a few seconds later to renew the assault on 
my hole. Apparently he had added some kind of lubricant to his finger because it slid in 
without the slightest resistance. I jumped a bit to this invasion too but not nearly as 
forcefully. The pleasure was so intense and so immediate that I let him continue sliding it 
in. He slowly worked the finger up my ass and wiggled it around before retracting it to 
my rim. He began working the finger around and tried to massage my prostate with the 
back of his long thick finger. This was heaven. 

With all of this distraction, I had failed to notice that Jeans hands were no longer on my 
hips. When I finally noticed, I looked down to see that she had two rather large cocks 
captured, one in each hand. I was kind of amazed at her dexterity since she was jerking 
each cock at different rhythms and blowing me at the same time. I guess all the years of 
playing the piano was finally paying off. The guy had removed his finger from my ass. I 
was really missing the feeling when a larger finger returned sliding up and down my 
crack. It didnt take long for me to realize that this was not a thick finger but a hard slick 
penis. It was smoother and felt much better sliding up and down my crack than the finger 
did. It was self-lubricating and making a very slow journey up and down my ass. 
Between having my cock sucked and having my ass stroked I was in heaven. I became 
aware of the heat on my ass and thighs coming from the man behind me. This was no 
longer disembodied dick at my ass. This was a living breathing man experiencing sexual 
feelings and expressing them along with me. This was a live, hot, wet, throbbing penis 
giving me tremendous pleasures of a kind I never felt before. Suddenly, he positioned this 
sensual organ over my hole and held it there. Just the slight pressure of the head now and 
then on my sphincter was exquisite, I could feel the cum starting to boil in my balls. He 
began a slow mild humping motion that would every once in awhile press hard enough to 
stretch open my sphincter just a little bit inserting a little of his lubricating seepage with 
every stab. As his humping started to increase in intensity, those slight penetrations were 
increasing in frequency and depth. I could tell he was resisting a full out plunge. I was 
focusing on this new feeling when beyond my control, cum burst out into Jeans mouth. 
Simultaneously with my first grunt, the guy behind me pressed home and slammed his 
cock up my ass in one swift shove. It took me to my toes and the pain threw my climax 
into high gear. The cum was just flying out of my cock at a rate I never before achieved. 
Jean couldnt keep up with it and pulled her mouth off and I dumped myself all over her 
face and blouse. Seeing this triggered the guy in her right hand to shoot his load all over 
her blouse. The guy behind me swiftly removed his cock after I shot my load. I turned 
around to get a look at him but there were several guys standing there holding their 
hardons and I couldnt tell which one just fucked me. Holy shit! Ive just been fucked! 
And none of those guys behind me were wearing condoms. I reached back to my asshole 
feeling for cum. Did he cum in me? I was in a panic, thinking that I may have been 
exposed to something I would regret but I could feel no evidence of cum. I stuck my 
finger up in me but I could only feel what I thought was his lubricant. There wasnt 
enough wet stuff up there to be cum. Then I started to worry that Jane had noticed the 
cock in my ass. Does she think Im a queer?

I glanced over to Phil. Mary was working him hard and like Jean, she had another  guys 
cock in her hand jerking it when she wasnt distracted by her work on her husbands 
beautiful member. Every once in awhile, she would give the cock in her hand a few fast 
strokes and slowly seem to forget it and become lost in the fantastic blowjob she was 
giving Phil. I did notice that their crowd was much larger than ours and a bit younger too. 
Phil had his back against the wall so he wasnt exposed to the kind of rear guard action I 
was. I wondered if he had learned that trick from experience or was it just and accident. 
Mary was clearly worshiping her mans cock. The other guy she was jerking was the 
deacon to their ritual. He was rubbing Phils balls and holding onto the base of Phils 
cock while Mary swallowed as much of it as she could take. Through all of this, Phil was 
looking at us. I could detect a knowing smile on his face as I was checking my backside. 
He was certainly on to me. Staring directly into my eyes, he began to cum. I could see the 
change in his expression and the heaving of his chest. He thrust his hips sharply forward 
forcing his thick dick deeper into Marys mouth. She was moaning in sync with what 
must have been his ejaculations. She took several internally and then, thinking of her fans 
that surrounded them, pulled off to allow the flood to entertain the crowd. They actually 
cheered at the spectacle. It was just like the cum shower for Jean; dazzling!  

There was a lot of talk, now that the ice was broken by our performances. People were 
asking if the girls would do them. Some wanted to know if we were coming back or held 
parties. We just passed them off, readied ourselves and went of the exit.

We were all on a major high during the ride home. The two girls couldnt stop talking 
about the events of the night. They described everything they saw, repeating the ones 
they thought especially hot several times over. They were in the back seat and Phil was 
up front with me. While the girls gabbed on, he kept looking over at me. Finally, he 
asked, was that your first time?

I said, No, Ive been to plenty of adult theaters before.

He said, No, not thatyou know by a guy.

My head snapped back to look at the girls to see if they were listening, but they werent. 
They were too busy laughing and generally cutting-up.

I looked back to him and was about to deny what I know he saw but, instead, I just 
nodded my head up and down in a submissive yes.

He smiled and said, Good for you! I hope the next time you have someone with whom 
you can really enjoy it.

I didnt answer. I just smiled to myself, kept my eyes on the road, and drove us all home.








  
 
Reversal of Fortune
Chapter 2:  Friends Again
11 0f 12
 Cruiser 2011
