Playing for Trysta

I have written this several times, only to lose it one way or another.  It changes slightly with each iteration, but I hope you might find it appealing, and your hubby might give me some suggestions, changes, or continue on where I stop?

I have been invited to a party, your birthday party in fact, and am elated to find out it is being held at your home, and outside and around your pool.  I have heard things, developing an inkling from Marc, and tried to ascertain if there was any truth to it when I have seen you come out to watch our team compete.   You, of course are stunning, and exude an extra share of sexuality that is obviously hard to contain.   Here at your party, watching you, I am pretty confident after a couple hours of watching you, trying to be subtle, that the pieces of the puzzle are affirmed, and that you two enjoy an open marriage, and that you are sometimes in the mood for something new and fresh in your bed. 

I step up my game, putting myself forward, flirting with you, and letting you catch my lingering glances and the hunger I cannot hide.  You tease me, mainly by refraining from giving me much encouragement, while making a show of touching freely other men’s necks, elbows, hands, waists and butts.  And I never catch your eyes checking to see that I notice…..

I am not giving up, and I let your husband, Marc, know that I am very interested, asking if he has any tips.  He tells me only to be patient, relax, have a good time, while introducing me to Allyson, your house guest.  She is very cute, and I can tell that the two of you have something going, also being very comfortable with each other.   That includes the kissing.

As the guests begin to depart, Marc invites me to have another glass and relax in the Jacuzzi, suggesting I might stay later.   I have no clue he has put in a good word for me.  As the side gate clangs with the last couple to leave, Allyson joins us, followed by Trysta. 

We get a little better acquainted, thought you hang back a bit, letting Allyson fill me in discretely on her living here, and that the benefits far outweigh the idea of setting up in her own place.   

Marc breaks the ice, and invites Allyson to explain further.  Setting her glass aside, she gives him a wink, a sidelong glance at me, and then turns and takes your glass away too, setting it to the side.  Sliding her arms around your neck, she lays on quite the kiss. 

And it is returned.  Marc shifts right where he is sitting next to me, his hand under the water tugging at my trunks, pulling me over to get a better view.

“Sexiest pair of women I have ever been with,” Marc snickers, the way it being said telling me this is not the first time witnessing such.    Your hands are quickly squeezing Allyson’s smaller, pert boobs, pulling her top aside, and running your nails and fingers under and all over her breasts.

The kissing is open, lots of very sexy tongue caressing tongue, and Marc asks my opinion.  My throat is dry, but I agree, that two beautiful women kissing is indeed very stimulating.   

Allyson breaks the kiss, leaning back, arching her breasts into your face, pulling her bikini top off, and flipping it to the side, where it quickly floats to mark, strings all akimbo, very sexy image on its own there. 

Sucking Allyson’s arched tits, with the tikki torches’ flickering on her smooth, supple firm flesh, glistening with a sheen from the water and her all-over tan, your kisses and licks are just as open and wet and wild as was the kissing.  “I just love watching them go at it, day or night, everywhere we go,” Marc adds.  “Now you know why I am not the most punctual guy.”

“I wouldn’t leave this show behind either, “ I croak, assuredly blushing, and taking a quick drink, contemplating what is before me this night.

Little do I know.

You break off the foreplay, and slip away from Allyson, stepping up and out, water sluicing off your body, as you go to turn off the bubble action.  “I can’t hear you guys….that IS an additional bonus to having such a hot roomie,” you say as you reenter the water.   Allyson quickly removes your top too, your heavier breasts riding buoyantly at the water’s surface, as she scoops at them to lavish them with her own affection.

Marc continues his “color” commentating, saying he can’t ever answer truly that he favors one woman’s breasts over the other, indicating Allyson probably asks frequently, probably while seducing Marc, as if she needed to even try.  He adds that Trysta is perfectly comfortable with his quandary, and keeps the opportunities to compare coming.

As this point, Trysta turns to us, while arching and holding Allyson’s hair as her breasts are expertly suckled, and says, “You guys enjoying the show, I get it.  How about a little reciprocity?”

Without totally unlatching, Allyson chimes in, “yeah, what about us?”

I am totally clueless as to what they are talking about, while Marc follows with, “It is an unmatchable show.  Don’t stop on our account.”

Trysta kisses Allyson’s forehead, and touches her chin to get her to sit up and face us.

“No, we girls like to watch sometimes too,  And frankly,” gesturing at me, “you have been teasing me all night with the ups and downs of your cock in those shorts.”

I am flabbergasted.  I never saw you look at me from any distance…sly women.  “You want us, “pointing at Marc,” to get undressed?”

Allyson giggles, but I don’t catch anything in it.  “At the least, yes,” Trysta replies, “and no sitting back down in the water, letting us only get a periscope’s view.”

Marc acts as shy and embarrassed as I am , and we both shrug, stand, turn away from each other, and fight our way out of knots in our swim gear, and the engorged cocks within.  I sling my heavy suit at the edge of the tub, where it hangs, as I wonder where this is going.

Standing, turning, sitting back on my hands on the edge of the in-ground Jacuzzi, I make sure NOT to look at Marc, and hope he is not looking at me.

“Mmmmm, very nice, hard to decide, isn’t it Allyson.”

“We could share, swap out, couldn’t we?”

I had never expected, never anticipated, but I quickly go from a shy ¾ standup, to a raging skin-taut erection.    And without touching.

“Maybe Chase has a preference?” Marc offers.

“Sure, that’s what we’re here for,” and he slaps me lightly on the back. 

First touch.  I did not think there would be more.

“Hold on, I am the birthday girl, and I haven’t yet gotten my wish.”

“What was that, dear?” asks Marc.

“As I said, I want a little floor show.  Right, Allyson?”  And she takes Allyson’s wrist, and they both submerge up to their necks.

Wild thoughts race through me head….they want us making up silly dances, songs, swinging our packages, or they are going to pose some contest, to see who can last the longest, or…..I never thought.

“You both can have anything you want, from us, right, Allyson, if you will put on a little show for me,   Us.”  Allyson nods her head enthusiastically. 

Marc, playing convincingly naïve as well, says, ‘What kind of show””

“Like I said, some reciprocity.  Now, I know you two aren’t going to keep standing tall, like we want, if we subject you to things you are really uncomfortable with….so you don’t have to kiss….but we do want to see….” And she points, not at our faces, “I want to see them kiss.  Get familiar with each other.  Play around with each other.  Remember, you can ask for whatever you like, when I am satisfied. “

“With the show,” adds Allyson, “as I will only just be ready to be satisfied.  Me too, everything goes.”

I feel like I am going to start peeling, the last couple seconds my skin on fire, like I was burning.  And weirdly enough, my cock has not wilted.

Marc exhales deeply, “You said no kissing, right, us, up here?  But we gotta, um, do some swordfighting, cock slapping, that kind of thing?”

“Well, “Trysta replies, still modestly beneath the water’s surface, “you can start out that way….we hope they get friendly once introduced.”  And she grabs Allyson and kisses her cheek, whispering something that has them both giggling.

Marc turns, to get things started, and still looking me in the eye, says, “I am game, for them, if you are.  It will be worth it.  And no one need ever hear about it.”  Both women chime in with humming loudly as they make move to zip their lips, before rubbing their hands together in childish show of delight.

“I guess it can’t hurt….” And while I want to check Marc out, I am not breaking the ‘bro code.’

He steps forward, both of us mid-thigh deep in the water.  I have my hands behind my back, arching a bit, hesitant for any other part of us to touch.  He is holding his cock, and I feel a light slap, warm and soft, against the facing side of my cock.  The electricity surging through me forces me to put a hand out to steady myself….and I hope no one really noticed…my mind going at 100,000mph here, conjuring up to look, too late, as if I slipped.

“You do me,” Marc suggests, his voice a bit lower.

Still lightly balancing myself with fingertips touching the firm edge, I take my cock in hand, and glance down, seeing his longer cock jutting up at me….and not half as hard….damn, and anyone can tell.  I take myself in a couple fingers, thicker, and from the backside (describing the women’s viewpoint) I lightly tap, the “neck” of my cock at about the “shoulder” of yours.

“That was feeble…boooo”  Trysta calls, laughing, from cupped hands.

“Do it again," Marc encourages.   I step a little closer, and this time, my cock now held outward toward the audience, I swing back, and get full contact, and a nice little slap. 

“Now, rub them against each other,” calls Allyson.  “Like snakes.”

“Hold yourself still,” Marc says, “and I will do it.”

He rubs his cock, the neck of his, just behind the head, from beneath my head (sly dog, going for the sensitive underside) down to my root, his head lightly brushing my ball sac as he reverses and comes back up.

“That ok?” he asks, in  a softer voice, and I nod, “I guess so.”

While I hold my stiff cock still, feeling it twitch in my hand, Marc does it again, slowly, and keeps going.  I feel lightheaded, oh so aroused.

I am embarrassed to feel myself leaning closer and closer, and don’t look down, or at the women.  I am staring at the dark sky above.

“Chase doesn’t seem to be actively into this,” groans Trysta, “Perhaps Marc will get points and he won’t.”

Marc suggests, “You do it.  You gotta get into it to get the prize.”

I am forced to look down, and can’t believe I say it, but it comes out, “Awesome cock, dude.”  And I replicate his motion, and give it a couple extra sweeps, for points.  And because it feels so good…..but I know I want more.

“You’re pretty hard and thick yourself,” Marc politely offers. 

“Here," he says, “let me,” and he circles my bloated spongy head with his, and then with end perpendicular to end, he slides his along mine….

I lean in, and have to catch myself, grabbing his hip.  Brushing is good, but I need pressure.  I wanted pressure.  I want to press hard, grind into that meaty staff.    I don’t see his smile at Trysta, or their winks in return.

“What if we,” I groan, "use our hands…too?”

“in a minute,” Marc says, “this is kind of fun…feels good, huh?”

He slaps our cocks together again, then again runs his head against mine, finally putting hole to hole, and wriggling them, like he is trying to drill with his into my tip.

Then, he lets go, and his, harder now, rises upward, and I let go of mine, where I was holding it to keep it from bouncing, and it too rises, the lights flickering over it, and I see that I am leaking, shiny…..I knew I would be, if I had given it thought, as I am already fighting the urge to grab myself and stroke off a hard cum.

His hand reaches for my farside hip (not to obstruct the ladies’ view) and pulls me forward, and our cocks press….I don’t know how hard I groaned, but I know I did.

A quick glance at the women, and Allyson has her hand to her mouth, her pink painted nails glistening, while I can see Trysta is fondling her tits, and nuzzling her cheek.

And then I stopped looking at them, and cant but help look down at our two meaty cocks, BOTH leaking, and realize we are hunching hips and driving them at each other.  As Marc’s slips off to the side, I moan, and he quickly has us realigned, just touching his own, and we again press and move up and down on our toes beneath the water.

I look up at him, and he is grinning.  The lust in his face is not disguisable.  He says, “Damn, dude, this might make me cum.”

Oh man, I can’t stand it….hearing him say it, looking down, I go to reach for my cock to end it, to stroke it off, to bring on sweet release.  But he slaps my hand away, and putting his hands on my shoulders, both of them, he says, “no hands, not this time,” which I don’t compute that there might be another time, and he expertly (I should have know at this point) starts to rub me purposefully, and later, he admits, to get himself caught up, so as not to leave me hanging  as the only one whose geyser goes off.   He has done this plenty of times, I am later told, so glad I have been introduced.

In fact, he is using my cock to tease the sensitive underside of his head, and he tells me, “Dude, this is hot, I can’t believe it, but your cock is going to make me cum, oh yeah, don’t move, let me, let me, omg, yes, oh Trysta, can you……gonna cum, oh yes…..”

And in an instant, the frenzy of motion freezes, as he spews his hot thick man syrup all over me.  I am watching in fascintation, on the edge myself, the fiery pillar of cum already launched, coursing through my cock, and only after blowing away the covering of his sperm, does my second stronger spurt arc into the air, landing on his flat lightly haired belly, and I arch, and probably cry out…….

I am too exhilarated to be feeling any shame.  The ladies have moved to standing in the pool, each with a leg up around the other, while they vigorously are rubbing each other’s pussies, and I fall back, as does Marc, with our hands behind us, wobbling cocks in front, leaning on our side of the pool, gasping, panting, not looking at each other any longer (though I confess to enjoying the peripheral view of his cock, my cock’s lover)  and not even noticing him lightly rubbing my cum into his belly.

I can’t help but stroke my cock, still feeling so good, and as I watch the ladies, I feel enough tingle to think I might enjoy one of those second orgasms….

The ladies both cry out, shuddering, hugging, licking their fingers as they too sit back on the edge of the pool, and Tryst says, “well, I guess that was my present, my wish come true.   Did you enjoy that, Marc?  Thanks for that.  And you, Chase?  I think you did too?”

She picks up her glass, takes Allyson’s hand, and leads her out of the pool, saying, “I guess we get to pay up.”  We finally look at each other, and grab a few things, turn off the torches, and follow them dripping into the house.

After you lock the doors, grab a few things from the fridge, “energy snacks” you call them, handing me a tray, he then loads me up with chocolate syrup, cold cans of whipped cream, some cherries, a bag of grapes, celery sticks, carrots, and then from the cupboard, a plastic squeeze container of honey, some crackers, cookies, and a roll of paper towels.

We trundle off to the master bedroom, where the girls have turned the lights down low, and are laying in the bed, their near thighs over the other, and their hands again cupping the other’s mons. 

We set our goodies out on the bureau, while Marc moves a standing mirror over to the corner of the bed, “in case anyone likes to watch”.

And then the ladies say, "To get going again, perhaps you would do just a bit more?”