We were lucky, our tenant was a recently widowed man in his sixties. He had sold the family home much more quickly than expected and was house-hunting fo a smaller place. He, Mike, was lovely. Quiet, well spoken, polite and… Well, I would fuck him given the chance.
We got into the habit of sitting together over a bottle of wine, his treat, after dinner, but we knew very little about him. One evening, Ben had taken our little dog into our large back garden to pee. As he came back in, he said;
"Our neighbours are at it… Oh sorry Mike, I thought you'd gone."
Mike raised his eyebrows. Ben awkwardly explained. Our neighbours were another young couple. Quite often, they would fuck on the sofa in their back room, without drawing their curtains. Unaware that from our garden, we had a grandstand view. We would sneak out and peep.
"Show me."
Said Mike. We trooped quietly into the garden. Sure enough, they were on the sofa. Her tits were out, as was his cock. As we watched,she went onto her knees in front of him and sucked it into her mouth. When he'd had enough of that, she knelt on the sofa for him. But that night, we were treated to a first. Instead of sticking his cock up her cunt, he fucked her in the arse.
Show over, we went back indoors. Pushing my luck, I asked Mike if he missed sex.
"Yes of course," he said. "But… Well, my wife was ill for a long time, so sex for me has been a solitary afair."
Ben and I fucked like it was the last time that night, fully aware that Mike, in the room below, would be able to hear us. The idea that he was probably wanking as we fucked, added extra spice.
The next day, I went to Mike's bathroom to change the towels. He had gone out earlier and I had not heard him come back. He must have just got out of the shower. He was standing, naked and wet, with his back to me. But in front of a floor to ceiling mirror. My eyes were drawn to the snake that hung from his wet pubes. It was the biggest cock that I had ever seen, in real life or on porn.
We both froze for what seemed an age, but was probably only seconds. Then he grabbed a towel and covered himself. I apologised profusely and backed out of the room. He avoided me for the rest of the day, but popped his head around the kitchen door to say that he would not be eating with us that evening.
He was embarrassed, I was embarrassed. Even though we had shared a voyeuristic experience the night before. I sincerely hoped that he would not leave, he was a dream tenant. He stayed out all evening. In bed, I told Ben what had happened.
Ben and I loved sex. We had both been around the block a few times before we met, stories of our adventures fueled both our passions. Often, in the final throes, Ben had said that he would like to see me being fucked by another man. In my mind, I had found that man.
But how to go about it? Ben was agreeable, Mike would be ideal, too old to be a threat to our marriage, not too old to be past it, from what I had glimpsed, adequately equipped and old enough to know what to do with it. He would be unkikely to kiss and tell and he would be grateful. We made a plan.
The next evening, he dined with us and brought a bottle as usual. Our bathroom encounter was not mentioned. Ben took the dog out, when he came back he said;
"No entertainment tonight folks, the lights are out."
My cue.
"We could put on a show for Mike."
I said, turned to Mike and added;
"If you would like?"
Mike's jaw dropped. Then he stammered;
"I think that I would like that very much."
Ben and I stood and undressed each other. My heart was pounding. I had fucked with other people in the room on previous occasions, but at parties, when the others were doing the same. Never as a show fuck.
We were fully aware that behind our backs, we were seen as the odd couple, little and large. Ben is little, I am large. A curvy 14. Ben is several inches shorter and wiry. His cock is quite small, but what he lacks in quantity is more than made up for in quality. A good workman does not blame his tools and he is a good workman. His powers of recovery are astonishing and his ejaculations would not shame a horse. Best of all, we love each other to bits.
We had decided to start with oral, I would suck Ben. I got to my knees, one eye on Mike. He shifted his cock to a more comfortable position. So far, so good.
"Feel free to wank if you want," I said. "There are tissues on the side table."
"Thank you."
He replied, polite as ever. Then added cryptically;
"But I don't need them."
He pulled his pants down. I had not been mistaken. Erect, it looked twice the size of Ben's, his hand looked small as he began to wank. It would take two of mine. I turned back to the cock in hand and began to suck. A combination of the wine and sheer lust meant that I soon forgot that Mike was there. Ben fucked me repeatedly, coming each time. My own orgasms seemed to blend into one continiuous one.
The next day, asked Mike if he had enjoyed the show. He said that he had, greatly. Curiosity overcame me.
"Did you come?"
I asked.
"I did."
He replied.
"Er, what did you do with the..?"
I stammered. He helped me out;
"Spunk? There wasn't any, I don't produce it."
He explained. After his wife became ill, he wanked most days. When she died, so did his prostate. He could not produce semen. His doctors said that is was not unusual, that shock may have played a part, but it was unlikely to get better and there was little they could do to help. But he still got good erections and when he masturbated, he had the sensations of climax, but, as he said;
"Without the final shoot-out. And it saves on tissues."
Pity. I like cum. But still wanted to feel his monster cock inside me and if a man uses a condom, there is no sticky ending anyway, so…
"Would you like to fuck me?"
"I would never cuckold Ben. I like him too much. And why would you want a fossil like me?"
"What if Ben approved?"
"In that case, it would be a privilege and a pleasure to fuck you senseless."
I would have done him there and then, but he was having none of it. He wanted to hear it from Ben directly. After dinner that night, he did. We decided on our bedroom. It had a big bed. We lay side by side naked, me in the middle, unsure of how to start. I reached for their cocks. Wow! One in each hand. They both turned towards me and took a tit each. My cunt was absolutely gushing. Even if Mike was not able to leave a wet patch, the one I was making was big enough.
As if rehearsed, they reached for my cunt together. At the first touch, I climaxed. When I had caught my breath, I said in a gruff voice;
"For pity's sake, will one of you please fuck me?"
Mike insisted on Ben going first, saying that he had a recurring fantasy about sloppy seconds. Ben obliged, fucking me hard and fast and flooding me with a torrent of spunk. Just as well, it took a bit of manoevering for me to accomodate Mike's extraordinary weapon, he was out of practice, I had never experieved anything so big being pushed into me.
He just kept going, I must have come a dozen times before he at last made all the stabs and jerks that accompany ejaculation. I felt quite sad that it was a mime. Ben made up for that by jumping srtaight on for seconds and refilling my tank
I could have enjoyed a repeat the following night, but Mike said that he could only manage every few days, he needed time to recover. But he would like to take us both away for a weekend, as a thank you. We protested, feebly. But were easily persuaded. It had been a long time since we had been able to go out for a meal, let alone a weekend.
We had one more session before that. This time Mike went first. I mounted him, cowgirl style, lowering myself slowly down onto his mighty pole. How Ben magaged to get enough friction in my distended cock-socket afterwards is a mystery. He seemed happy enough though.
The hotel was amazing. It had been a minor stately home, surrounded by parkland. It was a spa. I spent most of the first day being pampered. I felt like a film star. The food did not disappoint. Mike had booked two adjoining rooms. Both had king sized beds. Both were well used. I knew that I was in for a memorable night. It was better than that.
My men stripped me to my suspender belt and stockings, specially bought for the occasion. The stillettos I already had. They caressed, kissed, licked and sucked until I felt that I would explode, then it was my turn to prime their cocks, ready for the main course. As I slurped, Ben said;
"Fuck her from behind and I'll lick her clit."
So I had no part in this decision? Did I want one?
Mike remained on his back, as instructed by Ben. I mounted him in reverse cowgirl and carefully lowered myself onto him. His hands came up to cup my tits and he eased me back so that I was lying on top of him, my legs spread outside his. He spread them further by parting his legs so that Ben could kneel between them. Mike pulled my cunt wide open, Ben lowered his head and I climaxed at the first touch of his tongue on my clit.
It was the first of many, an orgasmic rollercoaster with peaks of near delirium, but where even the troughs were highs. Mike was pumping firmly and rythmically, providing the main theme for the counterpoint of Ben's tongue and lips. The thought of Ben's mouth being so close, perhaps even occasionally touching the thick root of Mike's cock where it joined his balls, added to the excitement.
Perhaps Ben's jaw was aching, or perhaps he simply could not hold onto the mighty load that was building, but he stopped sucking and scrambled up so he was in a position to fuck me, Mike pulled out and Ben rammed into the gaping void. He fucked like a man possessed. I could feel Mike's still rigid cock against my buttock, but at that stage Mike was little more than a couch for the two-backed beast writhing frantically on top of him.
Ben was racing towards his climax, as he began to pump his spunk into me, I tipped into what was perhaps the most powerful orgasm of my life. I passed out.
Two concerned faces were looking down at me when I came to. They helped me into a sitting position asking if I needed anything. I had everything I needed right there, two lusty males. But what about Mike? He must have been crushed beneath our combined weight. He said simply;
"I can think of worse ways to go."
I agreed, when I die, please let me die of pleasure.
Needless to say, there was more to come. Mike sucked me to another climax almost immediately, apparently unconcerned that my cunt was awash with Ben's cum. That in itself is mindblowingly erotic.
Mike had not had his dry-come, Ben felt ready to go again. I asked them to spitroast me, with Mike's cuntstretcher fucking me and Ben's spunk fountain in my mouth. He came so much I could not swallow it fast enough. Mike was pounding into me from behind. He roared whe he came, stabbing hard into me shouting;
"Fuck, oh fuck, yes, oh fuck."
He rolled onto his side taking me with him, still coupled. When he could speak, he said;
"I think I might just have spurted."
We slept in the other, dry bed.
The next day was spent in and around the hotel, making use of the facilities. After lunch Ben and I fucked, just the two of us. But after dinner, we went back to our rooms as a threesome. I wanted to repay Mike in what was really the only way I could. I asked him if there was anything that I, or we, could do just for him, anything he had only fantasised. He went very quiet. I had embarrassed him, he was not exactly vocal at the best of times. Eventually, he said softly;
"Anal play."
Ben fucked me anally, I quite liked it. But the idea of Mike's juggernaut being puched up my arse made my eyes water. I mumbled that I would try, but he was probably too big for me.
"No," he said. "Not that, I like my arse touched."
"You want Ben to bugger you?"
"No, just touching, being rimmed, a fingertip perhaps, but not that."
I made him lie on the bed, legs up and went to work on him, starting by sucking his balls, then moving to his pucker, rimming it and pushing the tip of my tongue inside. Ben sat on the bed, watching closely and wanking. I gestured to him to fetch the lubricant and said to Mike;
"I'm going to finger-fuck you and I want to see you wank as I do it."
He nodded. I gently inserted my finger, feeling for his prostate and massaged it. Within seconds he gasped, stopped wanking and pushed my hand away saying;
"That's amazing, no-one's ever done that before."
"Did you orgasm?"
"Not in the way that I usually do, but look."
At the tip of his still hard cock, was a teardrop of milky fluid. I licked it away.
Mike said that he needed a break and asked if we would prefer to be left alone, but I wanted him there. The exhibitionist in me had been roused, just being watched was exciting. He stayed. Ben and I fucked naked on the big bed, positioning ourselves so that Mike got a good angle. I felt like a porn star, acting to the camera. Mike had pulled up a chair and as we fucked, he gently wanked his big cock.
Ben said that he needed to come, his balls were about to burst, how did I want it? I let Mike decide.
"In her cunt,'' he said. "I'll fuck her while she's wet."
That did it. Ben was on top, his cock deep inside me. I don't think he moved, his cock just erupted inside me, I came with him, my cunt milking him of every drop. Ben rolled away, spent. Mike took his place, his huge member sliding in more easily than ever before, lubricated by Ben's copious spunking. I came again as he slid home. It felt like my cunt was sucking him in. He took ages to reach his dry orgasm, eventually getting there when I pushed a finger up his arse.
He said that he would like to sleep alone that night and left. Ben fucked me once more before we finally slept.
Life returned to normal, Ben left early for work, after breakfast Mike took the dog out, leaving me to the housework, shopping and some job hunting. Most afternoons he spent reading in the garden or in his room. There was never even a suggestion of sex when Ben was not present, although I often wanted it. I would have happily taken him three times a day, like medicine.
But one morning a couple of days after our weekend away and before breakfast, Mike asked if I would come up to his room. He was lying naked on his bed with his half-erect cock in his hand. At last! I started to undress but he stopped me, saying;
"No, sorry. That's not what I want. Well, I do actually, but if we fuck without Ben's knowledge and approval, our reationship will change. I'd just like you to watch."
He began to wank. I love to watch a man wank, not just for tne ejaculation, which is never less than captivating, but men are the all-time experts at self-pleasure. All that practice. His hand moved skilfully, revealing the tip of his glans on the downstroke. I offered to help but he shook his head. I loosened my pants, pushed my hand down the front of my knickers and joined him.
Sometimes a man just suddenly spurts without warning, but I prefer to see the build up, the little jerks and gasps, the stroke rate becoming less regular and then whoosh! The joyous erruption, spunk everywhere! Mike was at the gasping stage, so was I, but there would be no joyous eruption. He came, I came.
He beckoned me over and pointed at his softening cock, resting againt his belly. At the tip, there was a blob of viscous fluid. He looked at me proudly. I quickly bent and licked it up. Definitely spunk!
"You've cured me."
He grinned.
Our threesomes continued, about twice a week. When Mike fucked me I had no way of knowing if he left anything inside, but when I sucked him off, there was spunk. He didn't shoot, he oozed. Just a few drops.
Then one day he gave notice that he was leaving. Instead of buying a house, he planned to travel;
"To see as much of the world as I can, while I can."
We were going to miss him. There were tearful goodbyes. The last we saw of him was a wave through the taxi window.
The next day, I was deep cleaning his room ready for our next lodger. In the bottom drawer of the chest, was a gift wrapped package addressed to Ben and myself. I resisted the urge to open it and waited for Ben to come home. In the package was money. A lot of it. And a letter;
"I know that you are struggling, but I also know that you would have refused this if I had tried to give it to you. Now you have no choice.
Thank you for all you have done for me, I am a new man. I feel that you have rebuilt me.
Love,
Mike."
