"So nice to meet you," he said. "You're very attractive."
"Thank you," she said. Then: "So are you."
Patti had a smile on her face, and I know she was pleased by Brian. We sat down again, Brian on the couch, me in my chair, across from the couch, and Patti in the other chair, on the other side of the couch. The three of us literally formed an odd triangle.
"What were you talking about?" Patti asked. Her voice was extra high and thin. It got that way when she was excited.
"About sex," Brian said.
"Oh, really," she said. "How nice. What did I miss?"
She crossed her legs, and I saw a sudden flash of color as her thighs closed. Her skirt was rather high, and from where Brian was sitting, I knew he had a clear view of her crotch.
"Well, well!" Brian said, ignoring the question. "Look what we have here!"
"What?" Patti asked, but she understood what Brian meant. She was blushing.
"I see your pussy," Brian said. He pointed between Patti's legs. "I see your pussy."
I stared at Patti.
"Well," she said, still embarrassed, but equally excited, "I thought it was sort of silly to wear panties. I mean, it would be such a waste of time."
Patti lifted her skirt with both hands, exposing her cunt. She uncrossed her thighs, and spread them widely apart. Her cunt lips were wet and open.
"Now you can see, too," she said to me.
The sight gave me a hard-on. I found myself disturbed and excited by her exhibition.
"But I can't see yours," Patti said. "Show us yours."
I was receiving shock after shock from Patti, but each one made me feel more disturbed and more excited as each moment went on. How far would she go?
"Only if you come over here and sit next to me," Brian said, patting the cushion of the couch.
"All right!" Patti said. She flounced across the room and sat down next to Brian. She was giggling self-consciously as she sat there, but she seemed possessed by some deep, burning desire for raw sexuality.
She put her hand in his lap and touched his cock. I could see it swell to life across the tightness of his pants.
"My God!" she said. "That's big." Then, looking across at me: "I hope you don't mind, Allen? Do you?"
"No," I lied.
"Come and sit here!" she said to me. "Next to me."
I sat down next to her. She was between the two of us: Brian on her right and me on her left. She picked up her other hand and placed it on my cock. Now she had a hand on both of us. She squeezed my cock through my pants.
"My God! This is erotic!" Patti said. She stiffened her legs in front of her.
I tried not to look at her hand on Brian's crotch, but my eyes were drawn to it. I watched her fingers open and circle, pull and caress at him. His cock looked like a log under his pants.
"I might enjoy this more," Brian said, "if Allen were in the middle."
"Not just yet," Patti said. "Me first, and then you can have him."
I watched with widening eyes, as Patti's fingers opened the zipper on Brian's pants. Her hand was trembling and my mouth was dry. She had to take her hand from my cock to pull the zipper all the way down. In her excitement over touching Brian, she forgot to replace her hand on me. She was using both of her hands on him.
He was wearing a pair of bright red bikini briefs. I could see the top of cock sticking from the top of the underwear. It was swollen and thick, bright pink in color, and enormous in size. Patti's small hand grasped the shaft, and she pulled him completely from his shorts until his full erection was poking from his open zipper.
"Oh," she said when she saw the fullness of his organ. The simple word was rich in meaning.
His size fascinated me. I'd never seen a man so large before. He was so big, he seemed unreal. He looked double my size, even though he was only an inch or two bigger.
Without hesitation, I watched as Patti bent down and placed the tip of that mighty cock in her mouth. She held the shaft of his cock with both hands, as a child might hold a lollipop, and she nibbled with her lips and tongue against the flesh of his cock. She had to stretch her lips to take in his width. His cock looked strangely blunted buried in the open wetness of her mouth.
"Easy, easy," Brian said. "Not too quick! Not so hard! Don't bite!"
He seemed nervous; frightened perhaps. He locked over at me and managed to smile weakly, giving me the impression that he was suffering more than he was enjoying the experience.
"Join us, please," Brian said, looking at me.
For a moment I was immobile: fixed by the scene I was witnessing. My wife – Patti! – was actually sucking his cock!
I felt Patti's hand reaching back, fumbling against me. She was seeking my cock. She wanted to touch my cock while she had his in her mouth. I directed her fingers to my zipper. My breath hurt in my chest as I watched her hand pull the zipper down and release my organ.
"Ooohh!" Patti moaned as she touched me.
I watched her face slide along the shaft as she tried to swallow his thickness. The excitement of touching two men so intimately was driving her out of her mind with passion.
"Let me do you!" Brian urged, looking at me.
Patti pulled on my cock, pulling me around towards Brian. She wanted me to let him suck me. I hesitated, not knowing how to react. Deep down, inside, I wanted to let him do it, but I felt inhibited by Patti's presence.
She pulled at my cock again, and buried her face down as far as she could go on his cock. About one-half was still outside her greedy, sucking lips.
I stood. My knees were weak and my head was spinning around wildly. I wanted to run, to escape, but my body moved forward towards Brian. I watched his eyes become misty as I neared him. His mouth was open slightly, and he was running his tongue rapidly around the inside of his lips.
I felt his hand reach up and touch me; touch my cock. His fingers went around the shaft of my organ. His fingers tightened, and I felt the grip of his hand against me. His touch was soft and gentle, yet it bore the firmness and sureness that no woman's hand had ever had against me. His fingers opened and closed against my flesh, and he began to move his fist up and down the length of my cock.
I saw Patti looking up at me from the side of her eye. Her face was still pressed against Brian's cock, but she was looking up at me.
She moaned again, then slid her legs up until she was kneeling on the couch, bending over Brian and sucking his cock. I watched as she leaned against the back of the couch for support. Then, sifting one hand from his cock, she buried it in her cunt, under her skirt. Her hand twirled rapidly against herself, as she held herself up with one hand and her knees, sucking on Brian's cock, and watching him touch mine.
His fingers reminded me of my own, yet they were still unfamiliar enough to be exciting. His hand moved with familiarity and confidence, with the intimate knowledge no woman could possess. A knowledge that comes with practice in performing the act upon yourself: something no woman could ever know.
I found myself responding to him, as I might respond to my own hand, if I were masturbating myself. I closed my eyes and imagined it was my own hand. I began to relax and enjoy his caress.
Something changed. A shift of weight; a movement. Suddenly I felt something else against my cock: a wetness. A hot, soft, moving wetness.
I opened my eyes and looked down. My cock was in Brian's mouth.
"Jesus," I moaned. His mouth felt so wet, so hot! I pushed my cock in until the base of my stomach was crushed against his mouth. My whole cock was in his mouth!
Then Patti moaned. Her eyes were open wide, and she was straining her neck to see. She didn't want to relinquish her hold on his cock, and she didn't want to miss his sucking on me. She was torn between two pleasures.