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A Craving for Cock I have been fortunate in life to have had such varied experiences, sexual ones as well as normal ones. Yes I have sucked a cock before. It happened when my girlfriend at the time and I started to swing. One night, and as it happened, a New Year’s evening, we ended up in the company of another couple who were also swingers. We ended up toasting in the New Year with champagne. We were stark naked, we had already fucked each other’s partners senseless and had had a wonderful time sucking and licking our way to a New Year. During the evening Terry had said that he was orally-bi. I remember my heart pumping faster than normal. Not because I was afraid, but because I wanted to try it out. I wanted to suck cock and feel what it was like. My current and past girlfriends had always said how much they enjoyed sucking a good cock. Terry had a nice cock, just like mine, bulbous and circumcised. It glowed almost red hot. I remember reaching out to touch it and I was shocked at the heat it pushed out into the room. Somehow feeling your own cock doesn’t seem so hot. Perhaps it’s because your own hand is as hot as your cock. However, Terry’s cock was hot. I looked at him as I pumped it in my hand. “You can suck it if you want,” he said, smiling at me, “but you don‘t have to!” he added. I wanted. I wanted very much to suck it. I remember pulling his cock upright and then looking over at the girls kissing in a passionate embrace whilst they stood in the centre of the room feeling each other’s tits as they rotated around each other. I didn’t wait for them to notice me. I dropped my head down onto Terry’s cock and I sucked it into my mouth. It was exquisite, horny and hot. His cock was boiling away in my mouth. The texture was silky and smooth. Two words could be used to explain my emotions at the time, fucking wonderful. I loved it. I sucked on him for ages but it wasn’t just my night it was the four of us and soon we were embroiled in a steamy foursome session that we thoroughly enjoyed. I wanted to repeat the experience again, but never had the opportunity over the years that followed. Then my girlfriend and I split up several years later. It seemed it was game over. Over the time we were together we met several couples who we nearly had sex with but never quite made it for one reason or another. Steve and Brigitte was one of those couples. We met in a pub for drinks one evening just to be social and meet each other. When we reached the cars, it wasn’t long before Brigitte had her hands in my trousers squeezing my cock. She was in her element. Steve had followed on behind us and my girlfriend was with him. I had a good grope of Brigitte’s tits under her one piece tunic. She had deliberately come out to play with no bra and probably no knickers either. I never got that far. I knew that Steve had mentioned that he was orally bisexual and didn’t mind the touch of another bloke, but at the car park we never got to take that any further. After the quick feel of my cock, Brigitte and Steve had to leave almanbahis because of babysitters. We met with Steve and Brigitte about six months before we split up. It was a shame we never met them for some real fun. Many years have passed since I saw Steve and Brigitte, since I felt her ample breasts and since she squeezed my cock and told me how nice it was. We had sent a few emails to each other over the two years after the split, but I eventually stopped sending emails, as you do over time. Then I met my new wife. Not a swinger at all and definitely not bi-sexual. She is a one man woman to say the least. But I had cravings. Lots of cravings. One of my main fantasies over the years had been: meeting with a bloke, and shafting him until he spurted all over my face. Yes, I wanted to be covered in some bloke’s cum. Not any bloke’s cum though. The two men that fuelled my fantasy was Terry and Steve. I did try and find them on facebook but with no success. Eight years after I first met Steve and Brigitte, I eventually dug out their email address from some saved messages from my old computer. I looked at it and wondered. Then I shelved it, stored it away and forgot about it. A year later after countless fantasies about fucking with them, I dug it out again. It was an old email address with little success of getting through to them. Even if it did they would surely not reply to me. Not after all this time. I kept reinforcing the negative response. However, if I tried and failed then perhaps I could shelve the fantasy. It would not and could not happen. I hesitated. What if they did get the email, and they responded, what then? I was married and happily married at that. Happy that is until these fantasies invaded my head. When they did, I would wank furiously and pretend it was Steve’s cock that would spurt over me. I sometimes tried my best to make my own spunk crash over my face and body as my fantasy played through. Weeks later and I dug the email address out again. I sent them an email. Polite at first and then at the end explaining my fantasy. I hoped they would never write back. I wanted to put the fantasy to rest without conflict. It was a week or two and nothing arrived. Every day I checked and every day I breathed a sigh of relief along with a hint of disappointment. Then out of the blue I noticed an email from the both of them. My first thoughts were wonder at what it contained, then dread at the thought of having to go through with it. Then came an injection of happiness and lust. I never thought they would reject me – and they didn’t. The message read: “Long time and the first we hear from you is a fantasy that had us fucking ourselves senseless for about three days solid. To be honest we had intended not to reply, since it was a long time in the past but the more we both thought about it the hornier we became. We are up for it all – if you are! Let us know Brigitte and Steve”I read and re-read the passage several times, sometimes leaving it and then coming back to it later. I must have almanbahis yeni giriş left it for a few days before responding. When I did, my heart was pumping faster than ever. My hands were typing the words that my head was telling them to, yet my heart knew I was about to commit adultery with two people. I knew I was going through with it, I knew I wanted to suck Steve’s cock and I knew that Brigitte would be there and be joining in. I knew what I was about to do, and I was jubilant at the thought, I was horny as fuck, and my heart was pounding like it was the very first date that I ever had. The email was sent, I replied that I was definitely up for it. I suggested when and let them decide where. I knew that I would be travelling to their town and getting myself a place in the local hostelry. A day later and Steve replied saying that he would meet me there and we could have a drink, then if I was still up for it, we could go back to their place. The day couldn’t have come fast enough for me. Every time I thought about it my heart started pounding. I had made arrangements to stay for a weekend (Friday and Saturday nights) at the hotel in the town. The emails between us became raunchier and naughty especially between myself and Brigitte and I would often send through a few snippets documenting the fuck that we would all have. It must have turned her on, as I would always get a reply saying what an excellent fuck they had thinking about it all. Finally, the day arrived. My wife was happy about me travelling to take some photos of the area for my portfolio. She wanted to come along, and I had a hell of a time trying to dissuade her from doing so. Eventually I was in the car. A quick kiss goodbye and I was driving North. I felt guilty, very guilty. In the first five miles I wondered if I should just turn back, send them an ‘I‘m sorry’ email and forget the whole thing. Then I thought of the emails we had exchanged, the naughtiness, the lustfulness, I then imagined the scene before me as we all met for the first time in ages. I remembered the time before when she matter-of-factly, stuffed her hand down my trousers to hold my cock. I felt my own cock respond at the thought of that. I was still travelling North, and fifteen miles later, I just imagined fucking the both of them relentlessly. At one point I was sucking on Steve’s cock and the next I was being encouraged to fuck my cock into Brigitte’s cunt as she lay on the sofa with her legs hiked in the air. All the time she would be playing with her pussy and crying out to me to fuck her. I kept travelling North, but now, with a smile on my face. In my mind they were both going to get the fuck of a lifetime. I arrived about four in the afternoon and checked into the hotel. I lay on the bed and phoned Brigitte. Steve answered the phone and we chatted for a few minutes. It transpired that he would be over about seven for a drink or two. He still seemed unsure as to whether I was up for it. I decided to have a quick meal at about six and almanbahis giriş wait for him to arrive. At seven fifteen, a man I recognised walked into the bar of the Lion Pub. He was just as I had seen him ages ago, not much had changed. A little more weight perhaps, but I reckon we had all put some weight on. I raised my hand and got up from the corner booth that I had commandeered. Steve bounded over and I offered him a pint. “Hiya,” I said, “nice to see you after all this time.” It was the obvious opening line. “Yes, it is,” he replied. “Is Brigitte not with you?” I asked. “No, she decided to stay at home,” he replied. I nodded, I was going to have to wait to see her 38FF breasts dangling in their full glory. We chatted for a while at the bar and on the way back to the secluded corner booth. As we sat Steve just came out with it. “It seems ages ago that we were so close to making a foursome with you and Lesley,” he started, “how come you have contacted us now, when you‘re married and your wife doesn‘t know?” It was a straight question. “I know it seems strange,” I replied, “but I always wanted to get together with the both of you. Things just happened and when Lesley and I split up…well it just felt impossible to make it happen. Then all these thoughts crept into my head over the years and I thought fuck it, why not email you and see if you‘re still around!” It was the truth and from the heart. “I know what I am doing Steve, it would be brilliant – I just know it!” I continued. He just nodded. “Are you absolutely sure about this?” he asked, “Because if Brigitte gets into this there is no stopping her, you don‘t know her like I do,” he replied. “I‘m sure!” I replied. He took a large sip of his pint. As he did so, my hand travelled under the table and cupped his cock and balls. I squeezed gently on them as I looked him ion the eye. “Besides, I need plenty of cum all over my face – I‘ve been waiting for this for fucking ages.” I smiled. He quickly looked around the room but there was no-one around close enough to have heard our conversation and the booth we were in was rather secluded. “Since we met you I have only had one other bi-experience,” he started, “it was at a party in one of the swinger clubs that we go to. It was brief but nice. It was one of the things that made us horny. Especially reading the story that you sent us.” I nodded at him, “I was hoping that would work,” I replied. “I‘m actually quite horny just sitting here,” he said at last, after staring into his drink for a few seconds. “So, what‘s the plan,” I said. “Well the plan was for me to find out if you wanted to go through with it, phone Brigitte and tell her that we are either on our way home or I am on my way home.” “So what’s it to be,” I said, my heart had again started to pound in my chest. “Well I reckon we should finish the pint, make it last, then drive home together,” he said. A broad grin crossed my face. I was beaming with pleasure, my heart thumping at the words “then drive home together…” We chatted for a while drinking our pints in between casual conversation. I eventually leant over Steve and whispered in his ear. “Fancy a quick wank in the loo‘s.” He looked at me, smiled and got up to head to the loo. I followed him. We were lucky the gent’s was empty.

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