I knew she was drunk and high but I still snapped, “Blondie now that’s enough of that crap!”
She just giggled, “Well it would be!” and when I just sat there glaring at her, my hand still in motion, she taunted, “Well you don’t seem to mind doin’ that, so how much more of a big deal would it be to suck it a little before he puts it in me? You know, like gettin’ him all nice an’ wet an’ ready to go in your wife.”
When I didn’t respond she leveled that wicked smile at me and said quite matter of factly,
“Well at least massage his balls an’ get them in gear cause mama wants to milk ’em here in a little while, d’accord?”
I looked at Beau, who had gone silent, not issuing a moan or contributing a word since she’d mentioned sucking and he just gave me a silent whatever look and shrug. Blondie, still giving me that devilish smile, whispered, “Do it, Dickey boy, just go ahead an’ do it!”
Shifting my seating on the bed I switched hands and began pumping his dick with my left hand and reached for his testicles with my right, noticing that he accommodatingly spread his legs slightly to give me better access. Cupping my palm under his scrotum, I hefted his large balls, surprised at their considerable weight. I had no idea how to massage a man’s balls except for how I’d do my own when on a long drive, so that was the technique I applied, cupping his scrotum and gently rolling the two enclosed orbs between my fingers. His balls were easily twice as large as mine.
He liked it, making me wonder whether or not my manager might be bi. I had become less uptight about sexually touching other men after I had witnessed Blondie in several lesbian liaisons with other beautiful women but I had not become so liberal about it that I was willing to accept that I was anything but lightly bisexual. The extreme of my bi activity was lubricating and putting cocks in my wife and cleaning her with my tongue after she’d had intercourse with other men, and that was only a sometime thing. Blondie had never before coerced me into any bi activity though she had encouraged my doing it more than a few times.
I figured what was driving her tonight was the uniqueness of her new lover being her husband’s supervisor and how that fit right into the sub/dom game we sometimes played with black guys. Now here was Beau—black and her husband’s corporate superior—a perfect situation for some husband humiliation games. She lay there alternately kissing him and amusedly watching me masturbate him for several more minutes before I reminded her of the time and she rose straddling him again. I squirted more lotion on his cock and liberally coated the entire shaft before telling her,
“Okay, Blondie, it’s ready…come on back and lower your butt a little more…I’ll line it up and…hold it…right there, babe…now just sit back on it.”
As she eased down onto it, I held Beau’s now rock-hard phallus in place so that her rosy pink inner lips spread over its purple head smoothly. They both groaned with the indescribably delectable pleasure of mating with another human being for that very first time, sharing with a relative stranger that most personal and sensual human activity. She wasted no time—before I could return to my chair, she had captured that dark member in its entirety inside her abdomen and had begun a slow riding motion on his hips, both of them moaning with a degree of shared sexual pleasure I could only sit there and try to imagine.