Manly Pursuits by Cordwainer Kirby

Leslie’s at it again. This time she’s giving her husband a birthday gift with a difference. It comes in white Calvins and doesn’t need batteries. Her two favorite men make her very happy and she doesn’t even get laid!

Steve and I (my name is Leslie) have been married for ten years now. I’m a good-looking woman who likes a LOT of sex, with both men and women. Steve likes to watch, and often join in!

Steve’s birthday was approaching and I wanted to do something memorable and special for him. Recently the two of us had had a threesome with a handsome and well-endowed (eleven inches!) property developer named Paul. They’d concentrated on me all evening – well, it was my treat – but the looks that had passed between them had left me with no doubt that they were interested in each other. I found that I was possessed of a burning urge to see Paul’s large cock in my husband’s mouth – and possibly elsewhere!

I booked a meal at one of our favourite restaurants for Steve’s birthday, and unbeknownst to him, also booked a room at the adjoining hotel. I knew that Paul was bisexual, so didn’t anticipate much objection from him when I told him what I had in mind – I was absolutely right.

On the night we had a beautiful meal, with a bottle of Steve’s favourite wine, although he looked at me strangely when I put an embargo on more than one bottle between us. After all I didn’t want a case of winemaker’s droop later on. He knew something was brewing – I can’t usually wait until the end of the day to give him his present.

After the meal I steered him to the room I’d booked, and as we entered I explained that I’d have to blindfold him for his birthday treat. I opened the door, led my husband into the room and put a CD on the portable player I’d installed earlier. Steve was now standing in the middle of the room. I eased his jacket and shirt off him, and took down his trousers and pants.

“I’ll just be a moment,” I said “don’t move!”

He stood there as I made my way into the bathroom, the sound of me turning on the taps masking Paul’s exit from it. I’d installed him there earlier in the afternoon. I followed Paul, dressed only in backless briefs, as he made his way over to Steve. He knelt in front of my waiting husband and gently tugged down his Calvins. Steve’s cock stuck out rigidly – he’s not as big as Paul, but a good attractive eight inches at least. Both Paul and Steve shave the hair around the base of their cocks and on their balls – they look so much more attractive that way. Anyway, as Paul gently took Steve’s cock into his mouth I could have come on the spot.

I’d left Steve pointing towards the bed, which is where I now took myself as silently as I could. I laid down with a pillow under my bum and pulled up my dress to show my underwear free cunt, framed by my garter belt and stockings. My shaven slit wanted some attention and I thought it would make a nice sight for Steve in the next few minutes.

“Ohhh God, that’s good baby,” Steve moaned. Suddenly Paul thrust his head forward, encasing my husband prick to the roots in his mouth and throat. “Ohhh my God!! Where did you learn to do that??” Steve cried.

“Why don’t you take off that blindfold and see?” I said out loud. I could see that he realised that my voice wasn’t coming from below him. He reached up, looked down and nearly fell over when he saw Paul there. His backward motion meant that Paul had to relinquish his grip on Steve’s cock for a moment.

“Happy Birthday darling,” I cried. He looked at me, still playing with myself and at Paul, and his cock gave an involuntary twitch. I sat up on the bed, and made my way over too him. I leant against his chest and idly tweaked his nipples with my nails as Paul stood up and sat on the side of the bed.

“But that’s not your present darling,” I whispered sweetly.

“It’s not … how did you know?”

“How did I know you wanted to play with Paul? I just had to look at the two of you last time. Anyway that’s not your present, because presents have to be unwrapped. Get out of those trousers and pants and unwrap yours.” He hastily shucked off the rest of his clothes, showing his tight muscular body off beautifully as he did so, and I led him over to Paul. I pushed on the back of Steve’s neck and he meekly kneeled in front of Paul.

“There’s your present darling. Your wife wants you to unwrap it. And then she wants to see it in your mouth.”

Tentatively he pulled at the edges of Paul’s briefs. As they came down Paul’s large member unfolded from its prison. But Steve’s surprise didn’t end there. I’d had a special wrapping made for Paul – a longer version of the ‘five gates of hell’, a leather harness made of six buckled straps, each encircling a portion of Paul’s eleven-inch cock. The base was a separate soft leather bag for his shaven balls.

“I want you to start your unwrapping with the bag and suck Paul’s balls. When you’ve thoroughly enjoyed yourself you can undo the next buckle and give good attention to that part of Paul’s cock. I want you to work your way up to the head.” From the state of Steve’s cock I could see the effect my words were having on him: it was a fiery crimson and harder than I’ve ever seen it. “When you get to the head you can decide if you want him to come in your mouth, or if you want him to come in your ass. Or to put it another way, whether you want to be Paul’s mouth-slut or his ass-slut. Perhaps you know already, which you want?” he muttered something.

“What’s that?”

“Both … I want both,” Steve said heavily.

“That’s not good enough darling. You’ve got to make it clear.”

“I want to be his mouth-slut and his ass-slut,” he said in a low groan.

“Greedy darling! Well, you’d better start unwrapping, and I’ll have to prepare your other end, won’t I?” I moved behind him
He leant forward and pulled at the elasticised top of the bag, releasing Paul’s heavy balls and greedily started pulling them into his mouth one at a time, holding onto the base of Paul’s cock. Paul had been silent until now started to talk to him.

“That’s right, ahhhh, I love it when straight men suck my balls. You’re gonna take my cock eh? All the way to the roots – I’m going to fuck you senseless Steve, you’re not going to know your own name at the end of this. Ohhh, YESSS. Get another bit of that cock undone…”

Steve was working his way up Paul’s giant member at quite a rate. Meanwhile, anticipating that things might go this way I’d bought a considerable amount of anal lube and a strap-on with me. Not just any strap-on though. This one was expandable. I took advantage of Steve’s all-fours position to start lubing him up. His anus was so responsive: it opened up like a flower. Once I’d introduced enough lubricant into him I strapped my rubber friend on and lubed that. I gently introduced it to Steve’s opening, but I needn’t have worried: as soon as he felt it there he pushed himself backwards to meet me.

He certainly made short work of unwrapping his present in his hurry to get to its head. Soon I was fucking him forwards onto Paul’s enormous prick and he was holding himself up by willpower as one of his hands caressed Paul’s balls and the other masturbated the shaft of the giant member his mouth was sucking on. There might be something more exciting than seeing the man you love with an eleven-inch dick in his mouth, but I don’t know what it would be. In my excitement I kept squeezing the balls of my dildo, increasing the girth of the shaft each time. He was as open as he’d ever be now, and I kept fucking him like a woman gone mad.

“Oh good God!! I’m going to come!!” Paul shouted

“YESSS! Cream in my husband’s mouth! Squeeze his balls for every last drop Steve !” I shouted.

In the fury of his orgasm Paul jerked back and forth, pulling his cock from Steve’s mouth and coating his mouth and face with semen. I was maddened with lust, riding Steve’s ass for all I was worth. Steve lowered his head to the floor, face and chest spattered with come.

Amazingly Paul’s cock stayed hard. I pulled out of Steve and Paul stood up and pulled Steve to his feet. He placed Steve where he had been on the edge of the bed and pushed a cushion under Steve’s buttocks. I handed him the lubricant and he smeared some over his cock.

“Ready to be my ass-slut, straight guy?” he said and bought his cockhead to Steve’s anus. With a swift push he was in.

The dildo had prepared Steve for his width, but not his length. Almost from the start Steve seemed in a delirium. Neither he nor I had come yet: I intended to rectify that. I climbed onto the bed and positioned my cunt over his mouth, grabbing his cock with my free hand. It radiated heat – it looked almost sore.

“Lick my clit if you want to come,” I told him. He began to lap to me furiously, showing me his raging need to come.

Despite having come a few minutes earlier the scene before him seemed to have excited Paul to even greater efforts and I could see he wasn’t going to last long. As his huge cock hammered on Steve’s prostrate gland Steve’s cock began to take on a life of it’s own in my hand. My own orgasm was approaching like a freight train. Like an electrical surge it shot up from my groin as Steve’s cock started to pump thick white semen over both my and Paul’s chest. Paul lagged behind us a little but Steve’s contractions as he came soon tipped Paul over the edge as he shot his second load into my husband’s ass.

“Happy Birthday, darling,” I said.