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A Visit He'll Never Forget

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A Visit He'll Never Forget by I want to tell you a true story that happened in November of last year. I am in the Air Force and my wife and I were posted away from our hometown a couple of years ago, to the city that we presently live in. Since we are a young outgoing couple, we regularly have our friends from back home come across to stay with us for a holiday, often staying for a week or two at a time. Last November, a good male friend of ours who I have known for many years came to stay with my wife and I for two weeks. Phil is a happy go-lucky guy, reasonably good looking and always talking about sex, as young single guys often do. One night we were all drinking when Phil asked if we could go for a ride to check out a sex shop down the road. The city we live in is renowned for it's sex shops and adult industry and all our visitors end up asking to go to one when they stay with us. At the sex shop, Phil ended up buying a porn video to take home with him. by the time we got back to our house, my wife was feeling tired and said that she was going to bed. We let her go to bed, got some drinks happening and puts Phil's tape in the video to have a bit of a look. It was just your average run-of-the-mill porn tape. Nonetheless, it was pretty horny and I found myself getting aroused watching it in the company of someone else, even though he was male. I think Phil was feeling the same. Every now and then I could see him give his cock a sly rub through his jeans. I must admit I was doing the same and had a huge boner showing through my tracksuit pants. After a while, Phil made the comment, "Do you know that 20% of men have masturbated in front of another man?" I was a bit surprised at him coming out with this and simply said that "No, I hadn't heard that." He went on to tell me how it was true etc but all I could think of was that I was actually getting turned on by the thought of masturbating in front of him. We started to talk in a matter-of-fact way about masturbating and how often we do it and told each other funny wanking stories. It was very exciting and horny talking about masturbating in such an open way. We talked about how it's strange that something so good is hidden away so much. We went on talking for a while but anyway, nothing happened and about 30 mins later he said he was going to bed. I said, in a matter-of-fact way, that since I was feeling horny, I was going to stay up for a while longer and masturbate while watching his porn video. He just laughed and said he'd see me in the morning. As soon as he left the room I pulled my pants and underpants off and lay back on the couch, stroking my cock until it got nice and hard. I was feeling so horny, I wanted to go nice and slow; feel every sensation. I love masturbating like this. I close my eyes, open my legs right up and stroke my balls and cock tenderly, touching them like a feather. When my cock is rock hard, I'll usually get some Vaseline and put a dab on the shaft and then slowly move it all up and down the length. It feels so sensual; it sends me to another place. I love pulling my shirt up and using one hand to play with my nipple, too. My nipples are very sensitive and it turns me on so much to twiddle with them while I move my other hand up and down my cock. My hips start thrusting rhythmically as I pump my cock and I start to alternate between the feather touches and the jerking. I was lying there, eyes closed and naked, with my legs spread wide apart, one hand tweaking a nipple and the other moving up and down my cock when the door to the room opened and Phil walked straight in. For a split second I was taken aback, but I controlled myself and just lay there, continuing to stroke my hard cock slowly as I casually, smilingly asked him if he'd forgotten something. He casually laughed and said he had decided to just go outside for a final cigarette before hitting the sack adding, "Don't let me bother you." He acted very casual about the entire scene and simply wandered past. Our patio is just outside our loungeroom and a floor to ceiling glass sliding door leads out there and this is where Phil went for his cigarette. Because it was dark outside but I had the light on in the loungeroom I couldn't see outside through the glass but I knew that, from outside, he had an absolutely perfect view of everything going on in the loungeroom. I just KNEW that he'd be watching from outside (how could anyone resist?) so I lay back and opened my legs right up so he'd see everything happening. My hands moved like a slow snake, all over my genitals, and I smothered Vaseline all over my balls and right around to my arsehole too. My cock was huge by now, the head red and throbbing. I was super horny; I wasn't even paying attention to the porn movie anymore, which was still playing away on the TV. Eyes closed, my hips moved rhythmically against the thrust of my hand. My free hand delicately flicked my nipple back and forth and I was breathing heavily, breath escaping in low pants and moans. My mind wandered to Phil outside, probably rubbing his own boner through his jeans as he watched me get off. I imagined his gaze, locked on my raging horn and balls, his own hand maybe even down his pants by now. All of a sudden I felt that familiar electricity rising in the depths of my body, in seconds rising to a peak and EXPLODING! My eyes squeezed tightly shut, my body convulsed and I shot load after load of warm come all over myself. With each spasm and jerk of the hips, another load would shoot out onto my chest and stomach, the final lot dripping down my cock and balls and onto my hand. When the final spasms of orgasm had died down, I got up off the couch to get a towel and clean myself up. When I returned a minute later, Phil was just coming inside. He said something like "Oh, you've finished then?" and asked if it was good. I knew he must've been watching all along but I played along and told him it was good, yes. That was it for that night; we said our good-byes and went to bed. That was not the end of it though. The following night, we all found ourselves drinking again. My wife Cindy and I have always been exhibitionists and about mid-evening, when she told me she was going to get into her nightdress to be more comfortable, I secretly asked her to come out with something sexy on to give Phil a shock. She returned 5 minutes later wearing nothing but a thin negligee that left nothing to the imagination. Her pert, sexy breasts were nearly falling out of it and practically popped out every time she bent over. The hemline was about ¾ of the way up her thighs and only just hid her little pussy. I could see Phil staring at her out the corner of his eye whenever he could, and it turned me on immensely. As we were drunk, we started talking about porn movies again and Cindy said she wanted to watch the one that Phil had bought the previous night. As we watched it, Cindy and I cuddled on the couch while Phil sat in another chair next to us. After a while, Cindy started discreetly stroking my cock through my pants; within a short amount of time it was hard as a rock and pushing noticeably against the fabric of my trousers. I reciprocated by delicately stroking her inner thighs and kissing her shoulders. We noticed Phil continually sneaking peeks in our direction and it just made us even hornier. After about 10 minutes of stroking and delicate kissing, we started to get our tongues down each other's throats in a big way and the petting was getting heavier and blatant. As we were kissing, I was fondling her breasts and pulling them out of the negligee completely, giving Phil an eyeful of Cindy's great tits and big pink nipples. I would alternate between fondling them while we kissed and going down and slurping and sucking her pink nipples, which were already very hard. Cindy loved every minute of it and had a hand down the front of my pants, fondling my throbbing cock as we went. She was lying back on the couch by now, legs facing Phil, and as I moved my hand up the inside of her thigh, she seductively let her negligee ride up her thighs just enough to give Phil an eyeful of her nicely trimmed light brown pubes just showing themselves now - golden and shining under the lights of the room. As my hand moved to her groin, she slowly and surely opened her legs revealing her pussy in all of it's glory to Phil, who by now wasn't pretending NOT to look anymore! He was simply staring at the sight in front of him. Cindy's hand went down to her slit and she rubbed her clit for a few seconds before pulling her lips back and wide open. Phil and I had a great view of her spread vulva, clitoris poking out at us and dark vagina open wide; spider-web like threads of her juice all over. Then, letting her pussy lips go, Cindy slowly started rubbing her clit with one hand while the other one moved upwards to fondle her own breasts. Phil and I were sitting back, watching, cocks huge in our pants by now. After a minute, Cindy piped up "Why don't you get your cocks out and start playing with them for ME!? This isn't a one-sided show, you know!" Well, after the previous night's activities, we weren't shy at all and both got our cocks out, jerking furiously. Cindy positioned herself to face us both, and opened her legs right up so we could watch her every movement. She continued to play with her hard pink nipples with one hand while the other moved her clit around with constant pressure. Sometimes she would close her eyes and throw her head back and sometimes she would be watching us - her eyes on our hard red cocks being jerked back and forth with ever-increasing frenzy. As for us, our gaze was totally locked on to Cindy's wet pussy and the manipulations she was making on it - we were in our own world. Every now and then, her rubbing would pull one of her lips back and we would glimpse the wet pink underside of it, or sometimes her vagina would open right up and 'wink' at us - a wet, dark tunnel almost beckoning. After another couple of minutes, Phil tensed up, gave a slight moan and blew come all over himself, including his shirt, which he was still wearing. A huge smile on his face, he went to the bathroom to get a towel, leaving Cindy and I to it. I was jerking furiously by now, running a risk of chaffing my cock as I wasn't using any lubricant. As Cindy watched me intently, I felt that familiar feeling engulfing me and, a couple of seconds later, closed my eyes, gave a moan and blew my load all over the carpet in the loungeroom. Cindy loved it. She stopped at this stage, saying that she didn't intend to come but just wanted to watch both of us. After we had all cleaned up, we had a good laugh about it, as we did many times over the next couple of days up until Phil left. We'll probably see him again in a few months so it should be quite funny to catch up. He has bought himself a video camera now, so who knows what could happen next time! When our eyes first meet, I just know we're going to crack up laughing. Cindy and I always say we gave him one holiday he'll NEVER forget!