[MM]y [F]irst Threesome, Part II | 2016

So, my apartment at the time had a really small shower, so regrettably we were unable to all three of us get cleaned off at the same time. That would obviously have been super-hot.

Side-note, completely out of nowhere - anybody else hate shower scenes in porn? Sound quality is always all fucked up, all you can hear is the water. It's not at all like actually showering with somebody, where you quickly lose track of the sound and focus on the slick naked body in front of you.

So, we took turns, two at a time, jumping in and out. I had a bottle of Jack on the bathroom counter, taking little swigs while I watched the young husband and wife get marital with each other. She scrubbed and sudsed his cock, whispering in his ear how hot she thought he was. You could tell he was feeling just a little bit insecure, having taken it in the ass just a few minutes ago, but having his wife's soapy tits rubbing up against him was doing a great job of fixing things.

I mean, if things ended right now, it'd still be a successful evening. I'd had a pretty good threesome, took a guy's anal virginity, licked his wife's pussy, came buckets... but I didn't just want pretty good.

I wanted epic.

So these few minutes were crucial, and the key here was getting our boy ready to go again, so we could cement things. Something that happens once may never happen twice, but something that happens twice will definitely happen a third time.

I think that's from The Alchemist, honestly, and this is probably not the place to quote that, but I use it as an orgasm philosophy.

The key was making hubby feel good about what he'd done. And to do that, we had to make him feel like a man again.

So, as soon as she stepped out of the shower, I hopped in and immediately dropped to my knees and took his cock in my mouth. He'd already had a good partial going, so it sprang to life as a full-fledged boner almost immediately. It was a little soapy, to be honest, and I think some water went up my nose, but it was still great to have a rock-hard dick in my mouth.

"So," I said, "What should we do next?"

His eyes had a sort of glazed expression. They cleared, and he looked down at me all, "Huh?"

"I think it's your turn," I said. "It's still early. Got plenty of night... what should we do next?"

I rolled my tongue around the head of his dick playfully while he contemplated.

Suddenly, he grabbed me and pulled me to my feet. He kissed me aggressively for a moment, and then spun me around. I slapped wetly up against the shower wall.

I heard a squeeze bottle, and then felt a generous dollop of Axe body wash, a little cold, rubbing up against my asshole.

This is gonna be a little uncomfortable, I thought, but it was what needed to happen. I stuck my ass out a little bit, chasing after his hand a little after he took it away, but I didn't have to wait long. Within seconds, his soapy cock was pressing up against my ass.

To my right, I could see his wife sitting on the counter, taking a swing from the bottle of Jack with one hand while beginning to finger herself with her other hand. Behind her, in the mirror, I could see her husband positioning himself to fuck me. I bent my knees a little more, and stuck my ass out a bit, giving him the angle he needed.

He pushed.

I gritted my teeth a little - it hurt, at first - and then I remembered to relax, and make like I was trying to push his dick back out. That opened me up, and he started sliding further in.

"Fuck," he breathed. I knew what he meant. The tightness, the heat - there's nothing quite like fucking an ass that's actually willing to let you in. So often you only get to play the "just the tip" game with a girl's ass, and then they get scared, or grossed out, and you never really get to experience how great it feels.

And, of course, it also feels great to let a dick into your ass.

He grabbed at my hips and started fucking.

"Fuck yes," I said, even though to be honest body wash isn't the best lube and it was sort of burning a little bit. It was still hot as fuck, and I was rock hard. His wife had worked up a good rhythm fiddling with herself, and it made a great visual to look over at her, and to see us over her shoulder.

"Harder," I said.

"Shut up, faggot," he said. It was a little unexpected, and I saw his wife's hand stop for a second. But I realized what it was - it was transgressive. He wasn't just calling me a faggot... he was having sex with one.

"Only for you," I said. "Your awesome cock makes me a faggot."

"Yeah," he whispered, "You like that, don't you?"

"God yes," I said, "Fuck my faggot ass."

He was really getting off on this. One of his hands slapped hard against my ass and I moaned, making it sound a little girlier this time.

"Oh baby," I said, and he pumped even faster. It was working. He was feeling in charge, he was feeling like the man again, and I knew I'd played my cards right. The evening would continue.

"Cum inside me," I said, "Cum in my ass."

He made a tortured cry and pulled me in tight, and I could feel him spasm inside of me. His wife moaned too, and after a few shaky seconds, he pulled out.

I turned around and grinned. "Shit, dude," I said, "You're good at that."

I kissed him then, and - luckily - he kissed back, his weirdly bigoted anger from during dissipating quickly. He gave my cock a few tugs, and then turned to his wife.

"Your turn," he said, and stepped out to towel off.

Practically before I knew it she had half my cock in her mouth. Her husband had gotten me good and ready though, and it was only fifteen, twenty seconds before I spurted another gigantic load down her throat. One of my legs almost gave out.

Propping myself against the wall, I giggled shakily. "Well... looks like we're all... cleaned off."

"Both of you," she said.

We both looked at her.

"I want both of you," she said, "Inside me. At the same time."

I looked at him.

He looked at me.

He took a swig of Jack, and passed me the bottle.

"Okay," he said.