Role of a Lifetime II
By: Kenneth Kirk
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Chapter 12

After a light supper and some time spent on Facebook, Twitter, and Instagram, my husband and I decided to turn in.  Not that we were particularly sleepy, but we both seemed to be needing a little sexy time together.   I got into the marriage bed first, so when Brant came in from the master bath, I said in my Greta-Garbo-sultry voice, “Want to join me, stud?”

Thankfully, he did want to join me.  Simple kisses quickly led to boners in our briefs and the shedding of the bits of clothing.  He slurped down my throbber so he could hone his skills on my 8” before tackling Hector’s 9” or 10”, I thought.  And skilled he was.  Brant had taken to man-sex like the proverbial duck to water and was by now a very accomplished cocksucker.

I let myself go for a while and just enjoyed Brant’s work.  Oh, fuck, it felt good!  I’m sure he could tell from my moaning and whimpering that I was having a really great time.  From the enthusiastic way he was bobbing up and down on my rigid boner, I could tell he was having a good time, too.

I thought he would quit eventually so he could get his turn, but he made it clear he was not stopping until he had received his reward.  While I was very grateful for the love I was getting from my favorite person, Brant, I couldn’t prevent my mind from imagining for a while that the gorgeous Jeff Lindsay was swinging on my cock.  That fantasy brought me close to the end of the road.

At some point Jeff’s imagined mouth became Diablo Hernando’s imagined mouth as Brant went into an overdrive mode.  Oh, god, he was sucking with such power and tickling my balls, too!  He was driving me crazy.  I was close, so close I could almost feel the energy pooling in my balls.  Then, my surprising husband drove his finger through my sphincter and deep into my rectum within a split second.  In a flash, I went over the edge.  As Brant tapped my prostate, I saw Hector in my mind’s eye, gorgeous in that clingy blue silk shirt he’d had on the last time I’d seen him.  My body launched the first cumshot and it burned through my urethra in an instant to explode into Brant’s talented throat.  I screamed my ecstasy and pumped out shot after shot until it was running out Brant’s mouth and dripping onto my abdomen.

When my cock started deflating in the aftermath of cumming, Brant licked it a while before sliding up to surprise me with a sticky kiss that left me with a teaspoon of my own essence in my mouth.  Yummy, given it had marinated for a few minutes in Brant’s saliva.  We cuddled as both of us replenished our oxygen supplies.  As I came back from that faraway place we go during an orgasm, I realized that between my thigh and Brant’s belly lay a hard and sticky rod.

“Wow, babe, that was awesome!  And a bit unexpected, too, I might add.”

He grinned.  “Uhhmm.  I enjoyed every minute of it.  Thank you for such a tasty reward.”

I giggled.  “You deserved every drop because you really earned it.”

We kissed some more.  When my strength was sufficient again, I suddenly rolled us over so that I was lying atop him.  He grunted in surprise as I continued kissing him for a while.  Then I slipped down his taut body until my face was positioned above his groin and I could lick his beautiful cock and make it jump in response.  But I wanted it inside me, so I was soon plunging down on it until it passed into my throat for a long series of throat squeezes that soon had him clawing the sheets, moaning, and singing out phrases like “Oh, god!” and “Yes, yes, yes!” 

I didn’t want to take him too close to the precipice, so I stopped after a few minutes.  I raised my head, reached over to the nightstand, and picked up a tube of lube.  After oiling my hole and his plunger, we were ready for some serious sex.  I rose above him, one knee on each side of his torso, held his rock-hard cock up, wiggled my butt on it until it hit my sphincter, and then impaled myself on him.  I had not taken the usual efforts to get my poor sphincter ready, so I experienced more pain than normally came with initial penetration.  I sat quietly atop my man for a few seconds as my body adjusted to the welcome intruder. 

Then I slowly rose above him.   His eyes went wide as though he was startled.  “I love you, Sky.”

“I love you, Brant,” I smiled as I dropped back onto his groin in an instant.

“Oh!” he screamed.

I squeezed him with my rectum, eliciting a gasping grunt from him, then I rose again to establish a pattern of movements designed to give us both maximum pleasure.  As I pounded myself with his cock, again my mind flitted to Jeff Lindsay, Diablo Hernando, Reynaldo Nuñez, and John Claston.  I was almost tripping with all this shifting of my focus, all while continuing the relentless bouncing on Brant.  After a few rounds through all these studs, my body was building toward another orgasm as Brant and I both moaned and whimpered with each penetration.  Hector’s beautiful face appeared.  My fantasy Hector kissed me, inserting his thick tongue into my mouth.  Then he was fucking me as much as I was fucking myself on his pinga grande.  Oh, my god, it was all so hot!  My brain was being overwhelmed with stimulation and soon I was gasping for air as my body readied another cumblast.

Below me, Hector screamed as his hot fluids flooded my needy ass.  He shouted as his hands held me still on his lap while his cock exploded over and over again deep within me.  I felt my body cross over the peak of sexual tension as the hot cum scalded my dick from the inside as it rushed to blast the hot stud beneath me. 

After a few blasts, Hector’s face faded out like a mist and I looked down to the handsome face of my own husband.  Before the last dribbles of cum dropped onto Brant’s tight abs, I felt a rush of guilt at having been imagining sex with Hector (and the others) instead of simply enjoying the sex with the love of my life.

I bent down to kiss Brant.  His spent cock slipped out of me with a popping sound that made us both giggle.  I lay down beside him, rolling onto his side and laying my head on his shoulder.  We breathed heavily for a few minutes before he said, “Shower?”

When we had rinsed the love debris from our bodies, we donned briefs and wandered back to the kitchen for a beer.  We took them into the den, where we sat together on our TV-watching sofa.

“That was really intense,” Brant smiled.

“Yes, it was, babe.”

“I was a little overcharged after auditioning those sexy guys,” he admitted.  “I hope you don’t mind.”

“No, of course not,” I caressed his arm.  “I had built up some steam from looking at them, too.”

“I hadn’t known about Jeff Lindsay before.  Did you date him back in school?”

“Oh, no.  He was more-or-less a co-worker, I guess.  I liked him and thought him to be hot, but never crossed that line.  Besides, when he beat me out of the role of Curly, I was a little put off.”

“I can see that happening.  But, it must never happen with us!”  He was adamant.

“Absolutely not!” I agreed.

We both sipped our Dos Equis. 

“I know you were hesitant about the three-way thing,” I said, “but you should know that I am turned on about it.”  I paused but didn’t want to leave the thought there.  Hastily, I added, “I mean, I love only you and would never jeopardize what we have, but…”

Brant put a restraining hand on my arm.  “It’s fine, Sky.  Now that I’ve thought about it and met some prospective thirds, I’m rather turned on about it, too.”

I was relieved.  “You are?”

“Uh-huh.  Any of those guys would be fun for some sex, I’m sure.  Except for the homophobe from Brazil.”

I chuckled.  “I don’t know.  I think it would be fun to tie him face down to the bed and take turns fucking him all night.”

Brant looked a little surprised for a second.  “Oooh, babe, you can be so nasty!” he teased.

“Lucky for you!”  I wiggled my eyebrows.

Brant laughed.

“How about Hector?” I asked.

“Hell, Sky, he’s the second sexiest man I know, after you, of course.  I’d definitely like to get it on with him.”

“I agree with you there.  I think because we’re already friends it would be much easier to trust him and allow him privileges with my body and my husband.”

“Yes, my love.”  He took a sip of beer.  “I just hope the friendship will be strengthened rather than damaged by it.”

“Me, too.  And I don’t want this to hurt Juanita either.  I love her.”

He nodded.  “I trust them to make the right decision about it.”

I upended my beer to get the last ounce.  “What do you think the decision will be?”

He drained his beer before answering.  “It could go either way, but I mostly expect them to say no because they don’t want to jeopardize their relationship.”

“I guess that pretty much sums up my thoughts, too.”

Together we stood up.  As we passed through the kitchen, chucking our bottles in the recycle bin, Brant said, “I guess we’ll find out their decision tomorrow.”

To be continued...

Posted: 04/21/2023