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Griffin chuckled and said, “I can.  Can you?”

At the same time I had two handfuls of man-meat, one noticeably longer than the other but both thick and hard, the utility a woman really cares about.  I turned to Erik and said, “Yes, he can keep up with me, and so can my husband.  The next big question is how well have your lady friends been able to take that thing deep in their mouths?”

He laughed and said it was usually a challenge.  I told him to scoot up out of the water and sit on the tubs rim.  “I’ll take the challenge.”

I’ve never seen a cock like his outside of a porn movie or two.  The thing was long and veiny and surprisingly stiff, surprising since I always surmised that men with supersized cocks couldn’t get enough blood in there to get really hard.  I smiled, winked at him and took the head between my lips.  Roger has always complimented me on my fellatio skills though I never sword-swallowed one this huge before.  There’s nothing like the first time.

Looking up at Erik as I began to suck him, I worked up the saliva I’d need to take his length.  The man was so fucking gorgeous that I felt my clit begin to itch.  On my knees with my ass up and out of the water, I turned slightly to glance at Griffin as I took Erik’s cock deeper into my mouth.  Griffin was staring at us, and his cockhead was amazingly above the waterline.  I caught his eye and bobbed my head enough sideways that he got the message.  He moved into position behind me and slowly slid his swollen manhood into my hungry vagina.  The moan I made vibrated my throat.  At that Erik made his own moan.

I conquered my gag reflex (as I knew I could) and took him (amazingly!) past my vocal cords.  I stroked him a few times with my throat muscles and then held him there for a few seconds longer before I pulled back to take a needed breath.  I wasn’t sure if I could concentrate enough to finish the job since Griffin was fucking me from behind with gusto.

Erik’s eyes were somewhere between glazed-over and agog.  I groaned again from Griffin’s assault on my g-spot as I took Erik back down my humming throat.  I repeated my rhythm a couple of times—two or three in-and-outs before taking him into my throat as deeply as I could and holding him there.  Everything timed out in a perfect storm.  I felt Griffin starting to ejaculate, which pushed me over the edge to orgasm and made me moan even more, my vibrating vocal chords feeling the encased swell of Erik’s cock.

“I’m cummmmmmmingggggggg,” Erik announced.

I fought every choking reaction as he pumped shot after shot of hot semen down my throat.  Some actually came out my nose, and I flashed back to once seeing a porno movie where that happened to a gal while deep-throating legendary John Holmes.  Damn, I was proud of myself!

With semen in and around my mouth I pulled Erik back into the water and French kissed him.  I didn’t think he particularly liked that part.

I popped the cork on the champagne and poured three glasses.  I lifted my flute and toasted, “Here’s to an afternoon of great sex!”

Griffin didn’t appear as thrilled with my toast as Erik was.  He’d get over it.

Chapter 26

Roger

As we teed up at the third hole, I reflected on how Nadine’s demeanor changed for the better when she was with girlfriends.  So far I was enjoying myself hanging with the three women.  I figured my maleness was past bothering the lesbians, probably because of my willingness to let down my hair at Vibe, I supposed.  Nadine good naturedly teased me about what Jan was going to do, saying things like “If the man is as hung as Jan heard, he’s going to spoil her and then what are you and Griffin going to do?” and “I bet you’d rather be there watching, right Roger?” Carolyn and Chloe just as good naturedly prodded Nadine to “Let the man suffer on his own,” as Chloe put it.  Of course I didn’t tell them about the video camera.

By hole 5 I’d told them everything Jan related to me about Erik and the women in Griffin’s office.  Nadine had her own take on each of the women, calling a few of them bimbos and deserving of a “fuck ’em and leave ’em” cad like Erik Adare.

Chloe joked that we shouldn’t tell Carly about Erik since she might “go over to the dark side.”

“Since when is having a cock the ‘dark side’?” I jokingly asked before reminding them about Jackie and her friend, Angel.

Carolyn laughed and said that what differentiated the “sides” was above the neck and not below the waist.  Then she kissed me on the cheek and declared me an honorary member of the better side.  At a moment when Nadine wasn’t near, she whispered in my ear, “If I was so inclined, I’d fuck you long before this Erik guy.”

It was my turn to kiss her on the cheek, to which Nadine said with a smile when she saw it, “You leave my sweetheart alone!”

“I wouldn’t think of trampling on your territory any more than I already have,” was my answer, which had me thinking of Heather, not Griffin.

For the sake of togetherness, the ladies allowed me to tee off at the women’s tee.  It gave me no advantage since I was a dangerous driver to begin with.  On a later hole, Chloe joked, “Do you have any balls left?” to accompanying guffaws.

“Just these,” was my reply, grabbing my crotch.

“Those won’t impress us,” she retorted.

I chuckled. “Carly seemed to like my driver.”  Chloe laughed, Carolyn rolled her eyes, and Nadine said, “Carly would.”  As we completed our round, they wanted to know if I’d go back to Vibe.  “With you ladies of course I would.”

That’s when Jackie’s name came up.  Carolyn told me that Jackie was always asking after me.  “I guess she liked your virgin ass,” she said.

“All I’ll say is that I like her, and it was a unique experience for a straight guy like me.”

Nadine then asked me, “What about next time you bring Jan along?  Maybe we could all share in her…sexiness.”

“Would that mean another private party upstairs?”

“Of course it would,” Nadine said while exaggeratingly batting her eyelashes and pushing her huge tits into my chest.

I whispered, “Are we okay?”

She nodded.  She knew I meant more than Griffin in the deal.

They dragged me to their favorite watering hole when we were done; buying me a few rounds of the best margaritas I’d had in a while.  I’m discovering how much I enjoy being in their company.  Maybe it was because there was no sexual tension between me and them.  Watching Nadine interact with Carolyn confirmed that they loved each other.  Chloe knew the score so our conversations morphed into natural pairs.  Chloe and I talked of our jobs, trading war stories.  She unflappably told me of hurdles she faced by being out of the closet.  She commented that most of the men she’d known were homophobic because they feared their own sexuality.  “They don’t mind watching two women having sex but will get all flustered watching two men, at least when someone else is around.  Get them alone when no one can see them and the hypocrites sure do react differently.”

“I won’t go so far as to rate the acceptance of my own sexuality,” I said, letting the third margarita loosen my tongue.  “I love women, don’t really want to have sex with a man, and yet I have no problem watching my wife loving another man or letting myself be taken by a transgender lady.  Nobody ever said I was the norm.”

“You’re far from the norm, Roger.  I don’t think I’ve ever known or heard about a man who can get it up at the slightest hint of sex, and can damn well keep it up like you can.  I bet you’re hard just because we’re talking about sex.”

She was semi-correct.

My mind went to a different place and I said, “Not just because of what we were talking about.  I’m thinking of January.”

Chloe knew what I meant but she kidded me anyway, “Not the month, I take it.”

I didn’t answer her, lost in the mental photo album that would be my wife between two men, one greater than reasonably endowed.  How many times will she orgasm?  I knew she wouldn’t think of protection so I worried a little about this new guy and STDs.  I didn’t think about pregnancy, maybe because all these years of marriage she hadn’t conceived.  Would Griffin change that?

Plans were made for a Vibe night out in a couple of weekends hence, and I accepted the invitation for both me and Jan.  It was probably too early for me to head home so Nadine invited me to her house instead.  I didn’t need to be lured yet when she said Heather was home I had extra incentive to go.  I guess it was time to admit I’d fallen for the girl.  Chloe kissed me on the cheek before leaving the links, telling me she couldn’t wait until we had the night out at Vibe.  Carolyn had arrived with Nadine so I followed Nadine’s car to the Langmans’ house.  When we got there I had a pleasant surprise: Heather greeted me with a golden smile and a hug that warmed the cockles of my heart.  Regardless of what cockles are, my cock was warmed too.

Heather chuckled, “Nineteenth hole, huh?  You’ve already had a few, I can smell.  Does that mean you won’t have a beer with me?”

“A beer sounds good,” I declared.  She got us both one and we walked out to the patio.

“Mom and Carolyn are probably in the shower together,” she said as we sat in poolside chairs.  “They’ll be busy for a while.”  After a swig from our bottles, she asked me about Jan.  “She’s with my dad at your house, right?”  When I nodded in affirmation she added, “But what’s this about a guy from dad’s office who’s hung like a horse?”

“I guess you’re up on the latest gossip.  Yes, right about now your father and the guy you mentioned are in the hot tub and having a grand ol’ time with my wife.”

“And you wish you were there?”

“Not this time,” was all I cared to say.

She pressed me, “I know you now, Roger.  You’re not the jealous type and I know you get off on seeing her getting off, so something’s wrong with this picture.  Why don’t you go home and watch?”

“I don’t need to.”

Her eyes lit up as she said, “You’re videoing the whole thing, aren’t you?”

I confessed, “Aimed at the hot tub.”

“Do Jan and my dad know they’re being recorded?”

“Jan does, but not your father.”

I didn’t know how she’d respond, but how she did shocked the hell out of me.  “Can I watch it sometime?”

“Why?”

She said, “Maybe for the same reason you’ll watch it.”  I knew enough at that point to keep my mouth shut.  We sipped the last of our beers in silence before she said, barely above a whisper, “Will you watch it with me?”

“If that’s what you want.”  Nothing more was said on the subject, although in the back of my mind I pondered all that the request implied.

When she expounded on her upcoming academic journey, she was upbeat and a joy to look at and listen to.  With new student orientation about a month away she was extremely excited.  She talked about her chosen major, biomedical science, growing ever more animated as she spoke of her love for science in high school and how she wanted to be in research and someday find cures for diseases.

“You’re an amazing young woman,” I said, “and I’m happy I’ve gotten to know you.”

She gave me a big smile, though something else was in her eyes and expression.  “In the biblical sense too.”

“Yes, and that has been extraordinary as well,” I said with my own smile.

As if through psychic energy our hands traveled at the same time and came together half way between the two chairs.  After some pleasant silence she said, “I have been thinking about us.  I’m not sure what love really is but I’m feeling something for you I can’t explain.”

“I’m feeling something for you too, but I have to be honest that I’m afraid I might be a psychological replacement for your father.  You know…the older man, like your dad.”

“That might have been at first.  Now I think it’s more than that.”

When I heard an unmistakable sound escape the house, I decided to change the subject.  “Your mother is happy with Carolyn.”

“I guess so.”  After another orgasmic cry echoed from the house, she added, “Shit, they’ll be going at it all afternoon.”

“Is that such a bad thing?”

She laughed.  “No, I guess it’s not.  Makes me horny though.”

“Damn it, I’m always horny.”  And I was, with simply the thought of what was happening upstairs here and what was happening at my house.  Fucking hard as a rock!

The way her eyes looked at me made me melt.  I’d heard the expression “bedroom eyes” too many times but at this moment hers were just that.  Still holding hands we arose from out chairs and walked inside, leaving our empties on the counter as silent witnesses to what was about to happen.  Wordlessly (as lovers should) she led me to her bedroom where we undressed slowly while drinking in the sight of each other as foreplay.  She lay down and tantalizingly lifted and spread her sexy legs.  I knelt between them and slipped the head of my aching cock between the folds of her wet labia. She moaned and pulled me into her, whimpering, “Oh Roger, you’re always so nice and hard.”  My response was to start moving my hardness in a most productive manner.

As much as I liked going slow and savoring the moment, the partner has the final say.  In a few moments, Heather ‘spoke’ and had her legs tightly wrapped around my waist while kicking my ass in a rhythm faster than I would have maintained otherwise.  She was the boss.  I tried remembering things like lines from Shakespeare or classic baseball lineups in order to not climax, but her heat and tightness doomed my efforts.  Thankfully she was already cumming when I did.

“Roggggggggggggggggggerrrrrrrrrrrrr,” she bellowed.

My groan was loud but hardly qualified as a word.

“We’re good together, aren’t we?” she said as we clung together afterwards, wet from sweat and other bodily fluids.

“If what we did is the indicator, I’d say hell yes.”

Our subsequent kiss was long, passionate and breathless.  During this blissful interlude I’d forgotten about Jan, and somehow that made me feel tremendously guilty.  I eventually extricated myself from her arms and said I had to go home.  Her parting words were, “Remember, we’re going to watch the video together.”

I wouldn’t forget.