Road Trip to Tampa [FM] [MMF]

*there was a lot that went on this trip. if you’d like to read more about it, let me know. If it’s not your cup o’tea, we can just let this one stand*

Melanie, David and I were 275 miles into our road trip (give or take) before the first genitalia was whipped out.

In January of ’09, Mel and I decided we were going to go to Tampa as a midwinter vacation from Wisconsin. I was working at a manufacturing facility and Mel was working in accounts at a nationwide office products company. I had vacation from the previous year I had to use by January 31st, where she had bonus days earned due to some accounting magic that said her department made tons of money for a company that posted a loss.

I don’t understand finance departments.

She’d mentioned to a few of her coworkers about our plans, and one of them, David had asked to accompany us. He had no plans and no foreseeable issues. Mel being the inclusive type invited him along, then informed me about it.

I’d met David on a few occasions, Summer picnic of ’08, Halloween party at so-and-so’s, Office Christmas party. He was a nice enough guy, very open. Seemed a bit more effeminite, I’d figured he was either gay or very metro…a term we still used at the time.

Physically, he was a shade shorter than me, probably could have stood to lose a few pounds, like the greater percentage of men. He was by no means obese, but more on the heavy side of average. He had short-cut sandy blonde hair and brown eyes so light, I thought they were contacts the first time we met.

As for his purpose with us, I wasn’t sure what Mel had in mind. Back then, like today, she’ll randomly hook me up with a guy if she thinks it’ll be fun, but I hadn’t gotten that vibe, and she hadn’t intuited that it was the idea in bringing him along.

We’d been talking the entire way from Milwaukee, and as things got further and further into the personal, it was probably no surprise that we’d eventually get to where we were.

There had been some revelations. David was bisexual. He was coming off of a long term relationship with a guy, and just wanted some relaxation time. Somehow, the conversation had drifted to dick size. Mel’s point: After a minimum size is met, just about anything is OK as long as it’s not too big. Too big is never good. David’s counter: sometimes you absolutely have to have a certain size to even get off, that men below a certain size can’t even get women off.

I chuckled and asked what size that was? He said it was “no less than five inches.” Mel laughed, “I know, personally, two happy marriages where the guy is either just under 4″ hard or at 4″ and they don’t have a problem.”

Somehow, I got dragged into this conversation further. David was sitting in the back seat of the ’07 Jeep Patriot, Mel in the passenger, I was driving. Mel asked, if he was bigger than this, how did he know? He said that he was on the higher end of that scale, not in length, however, but in girth. Mel glanced at him, asked, “How big are we talking?”

He held up a hand in a vague sort of “C” shape. By my glance, it would have put him at the size of a quart Mason Jar. Whatever. I didn’t need to say it though as Mel just said, “Bullshit.”

“I’d prove it to you, but Joe’s right there.” He said indignantly.

I laughed, “No, by all means. I mean, it’d be nice to know if something happened on the road, we could use it as a jackstand.”

It was dark out, which he used as his next excuse, “You couldn’t see anyway, tinted windows and everything.”

Mel turned around in the seat with her little pocket flashlight, “C’mon, whip it out.”

He sighed, “OK, fine.” I tried to get a little glance as Mel leaned further back to inspect. I heard rustling back there but couldn’t see anything, finally he said, “There, see?”

Mel said, “Yeah, nowhere as big as what you said. I call bullshit.” She turned back. As her eyes swept by me, she gave me a look that said, “woah, it’s still pretty fucking big.”

Exasperated, he followed, “Well, it’s not hard now, is it? Put me on the spot and then want to know why I’m not up to performance levels.”

Mel looked back again and said, “OK, get it hard.”

“How about YOU do it?” He countered. He was sitting slightly behind her seat, so was a bit taken back when Mel told him to lean back. She then cranked the seat back and slid out of it into the back seat behind me.

“Hon, pop that back up. Can you reach it?” I tried a few times, but couldn’t. Mel reached over across and from behind, flopping it forward. It went slightly beyond straight up, so I could glance a bit back into the seat.

I saw David’s pants down to his knees, but Mel was already across his lap from putting the seat back up. I just figured the safe thing was to drive straight and not think about what I might be missing. The sign in front of me said that Columbus, Indiana was 38 miles ahead. I was going 75 MPH (YES, a Jeep Patriot WILL do 75, naysayers! Not very well, but it will do it!) so that would put me there in just about half an hour. I’d need to get gas then.

I had the radio streaming MP3’s off the phone, I forget what it was, but the volume wasn’t up high enough to drown out the noises Mel was making working on him. I began to believe that he’d have to have a larger dick simply because of the smacking and slurping sounds. Mel could take me relatively quietly, and had done so in the past in certain…well, in places where quiet was necessary. Granted, she could have been putting on an auditory show for me, but I doubted it. I was never much for hearing the act, I’m more visually titillated.

The next sign I paid attention to said, “Columbus 9”. I noticed because I heard David say, “OK, yeah…I’m gonna finish if you keep going.” Mel just moaned an affirmative around him, “So, you swallow? Joe, are you ok with her swallowing?”

I just said, “She’s her own woman.”

A minute or so later, he made this kind of panicked, breathy, “uhn” sound a few times, and I heard Mel’s gag reflex hit once. She recovered, and more slurping noises hit. Over the next minute or so, his breathing went down to a bit more normal pace and he finally inhaled sharply and said, “OK, OK…enough.”

I glanced at the clock as we went past Columbus. It was around 7:30 PM.

Mel made her way back to the front seat, hair disheveled, lipstick gone awry. Near her left ear was a line of something that reflected in the dashboard light, “I think you’ve got something, just there…” I pointed. She wiped it off, licked her finger.

“So,” came David’s voice from the back seat, “Was I bullshitting?” He sounded like he had an air of confidence.

Mel gave me a look like, “He was kind of close” and said, “Well, not as big as you made it out to be, but yeah, you’re girthy.”

“So, are you guys like, a cuckold couple or something?” I actually laughed outloud at that.

Even today, I can look back and see the humor there. Mel and I are a lot of things, but we’re not tied down to any label as far as “what we are”. The closest thing is that we’re in an open relationship, but even then it’s not really the case, as there’s a lot of co-interest that goes into our open-ness. We’ve done a few cuckold roleplaying nights, both directions. We’ve done nights where we played at swingers. We’ve done nights where she picked me up, where I picked her up. We’ve done a night where she set up a group thing with 3 guys and I was just “one” of them, not her husband. We even did one where she walked in on me having a 3way with two other bi guys, played the part of shocked, then joined in.

We can have a night where we just turn over in bed, grab each other and go to town, and that’s just as good as anything we’ve ever done experimentally, but it’s nice to know that there’s adventures out there to be had.

So I thought the cuckold comment was kind of funny. No, we’re not cuckolded…we’re not so closed-minded to have just one kink.

Mel set him right pretty quickly, telling him that no, we were not a cuckold couple, that we just liked to enjoy ourselves whenever the opportunity arose, and sometimes bluffs need to be called. His was.

He continued to argue that he was just “tired” and “not up to his normal go-to” until he started napping. He didn’t wake back up until I stopped for gas outside Louisville. Mel went inside to freshen up while he went inside, pissed and grabbed a few sodas.

He got back to the Jeep just as I was finishing gassing up. “Look, you’re not pissed about that backseat stuff, right?” I guess he thought I might be a bit irritated. I hadn’t said much since. To be honest, I’d been mostly listening to music and not wanting to wake him (or Mel) up.

I took a drink of the soda, breathed out a plume of cold vapor into the January night, “No, man. Like I said, Mel is her own gal. She wants to suck someone off, I’m not going to stop her.” I finished gassing up and got back in the Jeep, starting it back up.

He followed me quickly, “Look, we could make it even, I could, I dunno, blow you?”

Now, to my knowledge, Mel hadn’t told him I was bi as yet. I know that unless I want to, I don’t come across as anything other than stoic and straight. I glanced back at him briefly and said, “What in the world would I want that for?” I said with a smile on my face.

We were back on the road a few minutes later on the way to Nashville and our hotel. Mel was tapping along to whatever we had on, and David was snoring away in the back. Just outside of Bowling Green, she moved over my way a little, put one hand on the seatback and the other directly on my cock and said quietly, “I think I sprained my jaw a bit. But it was fun.”

“What have you told him about us?” I asked, “Does he know I’m bi?”

She paused for a second, still rubbing me through my pants, “I don’t actually think that ever came up, why?” I told her about his offer to ‘make things even’. She glanced into the back seat, unzipping my fly and reaching in to stroke me a bit. “Do you want me to tell him?”

I glance in the rearview at his head, splayed back over the seat and lost to the world. “I dunno. We could have some fun with this.” She pulled me out of my fly, stroking my now hard five and a half inches.

“What did you have in mind?” she asked as she put her head down to my crotch.

“We’ll see.” I said.

She blew me until she got bored. I don’t cum from blowjobs, but I appreciate them. I was definitely in the mood to see what kind of shenanigans I could get into with David around when we got to the hotel in Nashville.

It was after 11 when we pulled into the hotel’s driveway and I went in to check in as both of the other two were full passed out. The room was reserved so it was no big deal, just had to show the credit card and ID. I could smell the pool though and asked the front desk guy when it had closed. He said 10 PM…I asked if I could just do a few laps. He said if I kept it quiet, sure.

I went back, pulled the Jeep to the closest doorway and sent them up to the room. As things were getting situated, I pulled Mel off to one side, “Hey, I’ve got an idea.” I told her my scheme. Tomorrow, I would go down to the pool to do a few laps. During that time, she’d get David ready to go and start fucking him. I’d come in and make a little stink, demand to get in on the action, and if he was gonna fuck her, then I was gonna fuck him…

She thought it sounded very devious.

Going back downstairs, I ran around what I’d say the next morning. I did a few laps in the pool, went back to the room, found Mel cashed out in the bed wearing nothing but a sports bra. David in a pair of loose-fitting boxers. I could just see, from the dim light of the bathroom…he was damned girthy alright.

The next morning I was out of the room just as David was getting up. Mel was already up and fussing around in the bathroom. She’d gotten out of her sports bra and was just wearing a button-up pajama top, unbuttoned. We worked the scenario in the bathroom one more time. I took a moment alone with her to quickly take stock of her 38DDD’s and wide hips, moving my hand between her legs. The talk had me going as well as her, and my hand came back slick. I took advantage, inserting myself for just a second or two, thinking that after David, it’d be a bit more roomy.

I put on my trunks and left the room, saying I’d be back in about 45 minutes, so they’d better be ready for breakfast. Down at the pool, I let my watch count up ten minutes, grabbed a towel, quickly dried and hid my raging hardon. The elevator ride back to our third floor room and the 40 yard walk to the door was almost painfully long.

The scene I got when I walked in was not what I expected. David was lying on the bed, the sun was streaming in through the open windows, and I got a very good look at his now very, very erect prick.

He was uncircumcised, probably in the neighborhood of 6.5″ long, but if you didn’t know what you were looking at, you’d have thought it was square. One of the fattest cocks I’ve ever seen anywhere, porn or otherwise, and my wife was squatting over it, a look of supreme frustration on her face.

She looked at me with a certain…anxiety and said, “OK, all this bullshit aside, help me fuck this thing.”

From my angle, there was no way this was happening. He was just too wide. I mean, I’d seen her fuck some pretty amazing guys, I’d seen her fuck some pretty amazing dildos. This just seemed like…unreal.

I went over and asked what she wanted me to do? “I don’t know. I’ve been trying for the last ten minutes.”

Glancing over at David, I asked him what usually works for him? “Fingering a gal will sometimes get her there. Most of the time it just doesn’t happen.”

I knelt down between David’s legs where I could get a good view. Mel was sitting astride him reverse-cowgirl style, and I could see her inner labia strained around his wide glans, but it looked like someone trying to push a melon into a balloon.

I urged Mel to dismount and, instead, jump on me. At least that way I could get her a bit loosened up. Not much, but something, right? As she did so, I got a real good look at David’s setup. A very definite, eye-to-eye view of it.

David had a somewhat darker complexion to begin with, so the flesh of his dick being a shade darker than that was no big surprise. He’d said that his father was “Straight from Mexico”, so take that as you will, knowing his mother was born and raised 4th generation German from Manitowoc. I expected, as wide as he was for the skin to be tight, but it wasn’t. His foreskin was loose over the tip as Mel dismounted, her slippery yet tactile inner lips pulling his flesh up just a bit with her, and trailing a bit of grooly wetness behind.

There was an almost continuous line of wrinkled skin around it as he reached down to pump himself a few times, uncovering the head with each pull towards his neatly trimmed pubes. The head was a dull shade of pink, and even at it’s widest just a bit narrower than the shaft below. He didn’t have much of a frenulum at all, no shelf from the head to the shaft, just a smooth seeming continuation where it went from smooth pink to wrinkled brown.

On most men, the ridge on the bottom of the shaft is about a third of the width of the area. On David, it was nowhere near that. It seemed like someone had taken a normal sized dick and added this huge extra amount all the way around it.

Below that, his balls looked almost like an afterthought. They were probably a bit above average, but when contrasted to the width of his shaft, seemed to be hardly present at all. Where he’d trimmed the rest of his densely furred groin, his balls were completely bare, as was the area I could see below.

My attention was pulled away by Mel, however. She pushed me down on the bed and mounted me in a movement that seemed almost like a martial art. Her move didn’t feel in the least bit like she was trying to screw me, however, more like she was trying to get down on me as far as she could, to the widest part of me, then shimmy around a bit, trying to use me to loosen her a bit.

I didn’t think it worked that way, but she pulled off of me about 2 inches, then reached down with her fingers and tried to put one alongside me. She’d fit more than me inside her on a few occasions, a thin vibrator (FUN!) a finger on occasion (Ok..) one time, another penis (Strange!) This time it was just a sort of…challenge. It wasn’t working too well for me.

David turned on his side to watch, his fat fire plug of a crank sticking straight out from his body. Mel worked a second finger inside as he watched, and she felt like she was in a spot where things might work.

All at once she dismounted me, pushed him onto his back and went back over the top of him, pushing him into a weird angle on the bed, but where I could still get a very close view of things. This time going into the traditional girl-on-top facing position.

She lowered herself again. Again, the head pushed into her just until the inner labia was spread across it and…stopped. “You should try just lubing the hell out of it, hon.” I advised.

I grabbed the lube as she worked his head in and out of the tightness of her, an anxious/frustrated whimpering as she did it. With the bottle in hand, I pushed her butt up and off of him. She went forward towards him, her tits enveloping his head. I opened the bottle of lube poured a liberal amount onto the head of him and watched it flow down and around. Then, apparently, I blew his mind.

Grabbing hold of him with both hands, I began to work the lube around, coating as much of him as I could. He started from under her, “What the fuck?!” He said, freeing himself from under her and glancing down at me.

“What, you’re bi…I’m just priming you.” I coated him top to bottom in lube, slathering him with as much as would stay on him, but even then a bit flowed down over his sack and around his clefts into his asscrack.

He cleared his throat, “I Know, but you…”

She cut him off, “He’s bi too. So relax.” She then sat back up and positioned herself again. I held him in the right position while she lowered down.

Again, he spread her inner labia with her head, and again he hit that point and just sort of halted…but this time, you could watch as the small flap of skin where the bottom of his head connected to the shaft. You could see it move down just a little bit.

She groaned and her breath started to come in gasps rather than her normal pace. I saw her move up about a half inch, then back down, to hide away another maybe eighth, maybe quarter inch of him. “Fuuuuuck. If I….fuck….if I could just pass this fucking….fuuuuck. fuck fucking first part, I could get it in.”

David, who seemed like he’d been down this road before, said, “Don’t hurt yourself, A lot of women haven’t been able to get me..shiiiiiiit.” the last part came out as she pushed down a good inch on his shaft, finally overcoming the width and getting to the insertion.

I saw her move up a half inch again, gasping. She held her breath and moved back down another inch. From my vantage point, between David’s spread legs, I got the best view in the house as she’d raise up just enough to convince herself down another inch.

There were a few moments where I thought for sure she’d hit her stopping point, but finally she was resting fully on his crotch, the only visible part of him outside of her was his shaved balls. “Holy fuck, Mel.” he groaned, “That’s so fucking good.”

Mel, for her part, was breathing kind of funny. Short, gasping breaths as she tried to come to grips with the feel of him. from my angle, I could see her lips pulsating, and I realized she was having some sort of sustained orgasm from the feel of him. Not one of those earth-shaking ones, but a long, slow orgasm from constant stimulation everywhere. I could literally see her asshole puckering with her breathing.

Of course, when David moved his legs up so he could put a little of his own effort into it, I saw his asshole too. Which gave me the worst kind of idea.

When Mel had pushed him back, he was kind of crossways on the bed. One of his legs was splayed across the bed haphazardly, the other one was off the side. He’d moved both of his legs up so he could get some traction to try to thrust.

Mel’s legs were forward, along his chest and torso. His were at an angle, leaving a gap between the back of his feet and his buttcheeks. I turned my body, slid one leg under one of his legs, slid my other leg under his other leg and lined my 5.5″ up with his ass. The same ass that had gotten all of that excess lube all over it, and was practically dripping with it.

His thought process was probably that I was going to try for Mel’s butt. I rubbed his balls, pulling as much of the excess lube as I could (there was a lot) off, illiciting a delighted sigh and, “That’s nice” from him. I rubbed it all over the head and shaft of my cock. I lined it directly up with his sphincter and pressed forward slightly.

First, nobody shaves their ass unless they like butt play. Second, my cock is one of the easiest in the world to adjust to anal sex with. I’m not a pencil-dick, but I taper like a thinner butt plug, without the big tightening at the bottom where you’re supposed to clench.

“What are you doing down there?” was what he got out just before my head pressed against his tight ring. “Whoa, hold on a sec.” he said, and I could feel him sort of adjust. Then, he pressed down a bit and the entire end of my glans popped inside of him, “There you go.” He was good.

Mel glanced backward, “Wha..what are you…up to?” She still couldn’t catch her breath, but she glanced back to see me and got an idea of what was up. She sort of laughed that came out as a half-cough.

I pressed forward and back, using her motion until I was about halfway in, but then David decided to take being the middle seriously. He started a motion where he pressed deep into Mel, pulling off of me about an inch, then buried himself onto me all the way to my balls while just relaxing tension on her, not pulling out at all, just releasing his push.

Over and over he did this. Pulling off of me just slightly, pressing himself to her, then back again. Melanie finally had her full-on leg shaking orgasm about five minutes into things, and David followed her a minute later.

Me? Oh no, I wasn’t going to finish that quick.

Once both of them had cum, Mel gingerly removed herself from his knot, hissing between her teeth at the absence, and I got a glimpse of her when she’d cleared it, definitely sore from the action. David flopped against his lower abdomen, still a monstrous width, but now less intimidating. I began to move my hips back and forth on the bed, having the chance now that his attention was less pulled away.

He began to tighten and release himself, trying to get me off. I snickered, which made him ask, “Oh, you like that?” That made me actually laugh.

I pulled out then. I grabbed his closest leg, got off the bed, flipped him onto his side and pulled his ass close to the side of the bed. I lined myself up and entered with very little care as to whether it was a bad angle or not (side-entry isn’t usually a problem). I slid to my ballsack in one smooth entry, and over the course of the next 15 minutes, proceeded to bang the ever living hell out of his ass. Melanie had time to take a shower, dry her hair and start her makeup in the amount of time I slammed myself back and forth into him, finally pulling out and painting his leg, ass and crack with one of my better loads.

When I’d finished, I moved back and sat down on the chair until I went soft. David got up, winced at his ass (“Damn, dude…I think that’s a record for me…longest before was like five minutes”) and made his way to the shower. A minute or two after he went in, Melanie came out walking slightly funny.

“Think the whole trip is going to go this way?” She asked me.

I laughed, “Go which way, there’s a lot of ways.”

It went a lot of ways.

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