We met at a church function [FF][MM][MMFF]

We were introduced to Gary and Shelly six months after I moved to Georgia with my wife. We met them at, of all places, a church function.

Now, just a preface, I am NOT church people. My wife Melanie is NOT church people. In fact, we are about as far away from church people as you can get. Not that we are unholy terrors, mind you, just that the proper, upstanding, holy, self-righteous attitude isn’t our thing. Granted, there are great people who go to church, people who do the right thing and are amazing folks. I just call them “people”…not “Church People”. Call it the anguish of growing up Catholic.

So why were we at a church function? Well, the church was hosting a charity event leading up to Christmas, and we like to help people. It was for a food bank where we live, a sweets raffle, and if there’s one thing Mel does extraordinarily…well, besides bedroom stuff…it’s desserts.

Gary and Shelly were another couple who’d been invited as not-part-of-the-church but part-of-the-community to help with making items for sale or just general setup/teardown. I was trying to help, but mostly getting in the way so I stepped outside to chill out next to the Jeep we owned at the time.

The weather was beautiful for the end of November, because of course it was. I reached into the Jeep and grabbed out a Mountain Dew. “Looks good,” came a woman’s voice from behind me. I turned to see a good looking, petite woman in her early 20’s standing next to a late model Dodge Ram smoking a cigarette.

I said, “Thanks, I try to work out.” I laughed as I turned around. She laughed as well, and I grabbed an additional soda for her. Thus I met Shelly.

Over the course of the evening, I met Gary, her husband. While Shelly was 23, Gary was in his early 60’s. Turns out they’d met at a wedding, one of Gary’s nephews, Shelly was a bridesmaid. they hit it off.

Shelly’s around 5’3″, probably 120 and curvy. Chestnut colored hair that goes to the middle of her back, brown eyes. To describe what she looks like, my closest description would be ‘robust’. She’s just very outgoing, vivacious, flirty. Constantly in the middle of having a good time, no matter what she’s doing.

Gary is, honestly, not much different. 5’5″, built very well for a guy in his mid 60’s…does better than me, I mean, he runs marathons. He still has a full head of hair, mostly grey from the brown it started with, and brown eyes that are constantly asking, “What are YOU up to?” Not to berate, but to help you with whatever it is.

Basically, a fun pair. Now, there’s a lot of fun people out there, most of them are just that, have a few beers, grill burgers, play darts at our house, pool at theirs. That kind of thing. We have numerous friends like that, and figured that Gary and Shelly were going to be those folks too, I mean come on, we met them at a church thing.

We hung out with them once or twice before Christmas of 2010, and after the holiday didn’t hear much about anything from anyone. Most everyone is recuperating at that time, right? that’s what we figured.

A week before Valentine’s day, Gary called me. “Hey, Joe…Shelly and I just bought a spa with tax money, wanna grab Mel, come on over, play some pool, have some drinks, take a dip in the pool?” I told him it sounded like fun, and I’d ask Mel when I got home.

That Saturday saw us head over to their place. Mel had decided to start drinking a bit early and was already a few in by the time we showed up.

I’d brought a pair of couple-year old jams style trunks. Mel had brought along a one-piece that she picked up on our last trip to Mexico that fit her a little on the snug side. Mel’s 5’5″ and very curvy, 38 DDD’s. When she bought the outfit, she was D’s, maybe…

Things started out well, Gary and I started playing a game of pool in the windowed patio that looked out to where they’d installed the very nice eight seat spa. Mel and Shelly were having a drink or two watching us play the game and criticizing shots. I’m no slouch at pool, but Gary should be better, I mean, he owns a pool table.

Mel had been drinking a concoction of her own design out of a thermos she brought from home, somewhere between a Hurricane and a Rum Runner…think a lot of rum and a lot of fruit, with blackberry liqueur thrown in. Shelly asked to try it and was enamored. Mel asked if she wanted some, and Shelly said, “Sweetie, if you have more of that, I’ll kiss you.”

Mel poured some out of the thermos into a glass for her, and true to her word, Shelly planted a very slobbery, very buzzing kiss right on Mel, right on the mouth. I took in the view, liking it for the split second it took place. Shelly pulled away, and Mel said, “Oh, don’t stop now!”

Shelly looked at her and said, “Oh, you can’t handle me hon.”

Mel took the bait, “You’d be surprised what I can handle.” and raised her eyebrow at her. A few minutes later, she went to change into her swimsuit, and as soon as she returned, Shelly followed her example.

I looked at Gary, “I think my wife is trying to bang your wife” I said, chuckling….but also fishing, I’d like to see what his take on it was.

He took a drink of the bourbon he had, “Man, I’ve seen a lot in my time, I’m not in the slightest bit opposed to seeing that.”

Shelly came back in wearing a somewhat conservative two-peice bathing suit. Covering everything, but the night was still chilly, regardless of the area of the world, and the fabric over the top wasn’t thick enough to cover the very erect nipples underneath. I took in the sight as she ran out, said, “I’m jumping in” and went straight out and into the tub.

Mel followed her a second later, carrying the thermos.

Gary re-racked the balls and I broke on our fifth game. The running score was 5-0, me. We started chatting about the logistics of putting a spa on the deck behind the house Mel and I had when Gary said, “Huh, how about that.” and nodded his head towards the window.

Mel was leaning back on the tub, her head back on the side. Shelly was straddling her, and they were making out like they were trying to win something. Shelly’s hands were on either side of Mel’s head, whereas Mel had one behind Shelly’s back, the other one…somewhere else.

I glanced at Gary, “Suppose we should join them?”

He looked at me with a twinkle in his eye, “They look like they’re occupied, Joe. I’d hate to interrupt them at this point. We could just watch.” I agreed, but said I was going to put my trunks on just in case.

I came back into the pool room wearing my trunks and my button-down shirt, unbuttoned, to see it was empty. Through the window, Mel had pulled off Shelly’s top and had her face buried in the other’s chest, sucking and pulling on anything she could fit in her mouth. The suit had done a good job of hiding their size, they were just a bit smaller than Mel’s, and Mel and I both share a thing for big tits.

The view was great. Shelly had one hand on Mel’s head, the other somewhere else below the water. Mel had one hand behind Shelly’s back, the other clearly between the latter’s legs.

Gary came in just a minute or so later. He was wearing a well-fitting pair of regular swimming shorts, not tight, just not long trunks like I had on. I nodded towards the window.

“Not wasting much time, are they?” He said, leaning with his butt against the pool table, about two feet from where I was.

Laughing, I said, “No, Mel doesn’t waste much time when she wants to get at a gal. I didn’t think Shelly was the kind who’d be up for this kind of…well…extracurricular fun.” I glanced at him, “This a regular thing for her?”

He chuckled, “Eh, once or twice she’s done it. She’s a free spirit, and I’m not the kind of guy who’d keep her from doing it. I like her happy.” He looked over to me, “How about Mel? Regular thing?”

I decided to throw my cards out, “Well, to be honest, she’s had a few girlfriends since we got married. Nobody down here in Georgia, but up in Wisconsin she did. She’s always on the lookout for someone to play around with if they’re up for it. I mean, she’s bisexual, and like you said, I’m not the kind of guy who’d keep her from doing it. We’re both bisexual, it’s kind of why we work together.”

At that last statement, he glanced over to me, an eyebrow arched, “You’re…BOTH…bisexual you said?” I nodded, “Huh. How’s that work out on your end?”

I related to him that it’d been kind of a famine since I moved, that we’d actually only really had each other to vent our exploratory senses on, “So, poor Shelly might get the tongue lashing of her life.”

It was almost like I predicted it. A second after I said it, Shelly stood up above where Mel was sitting, her crotch lined up perfectly with Mel’s face. She reached down, pulled her bottoms off and Mel didn’t miss a beat. She dove into it like a parched man to water. I couldn’t see the details, but both of Shelly’s hands went straight to Mel’s head, Mel’s hands went to Shelly’s ass.

“How about that!” Gary said, and I noticed the front of his suit getting tighter. My angle wasn’t great, and I wasn’t going to check without cause, but he was filling out a bit. Personally, I was already full-on erect.

I reached down and adjusted myself. Gary caught the movement, “Having an effect, eh?” I nodded in the affirmative, “Me too.” He adjusted as well, and I glanced a bit more than sideways as he pulled the front of his trunks forward, reaching down and moving something fleshy around in his pants.

Mel maneuvered Shelly around so she was sitting on the side of the pool, then she stripped out of her suit and started working again, this time using fingers along with her mouth. We had a better angle now, and could see more of what was happening.

Gary started to have to ‘adjust’ more often. I finally glanced at him and said, “You should just rub one out, man. Keep you from trying to find a comfortable spot.” I half-expected him to put his hands behind him. Instead he pulled himself out of his shorts and rubbed a few times.

He was set up very well. Every bit of 7″ with decent thickness, the uniform tan of his skin down the shaft, with only a slightly more pink hue to the head. A comment was in order, “That’s nice” I said, pulling my own 5.5″ out of my trunks.

He glanced at mine, “You think so? I mean, in comparison to other’s you’ve seen?” I affirmed that yes, it was very nice. In terms of cocks I’d seen in the past, it was excellent.

We continued to watch as Shelly had what I took to be her second orgasm, twitching her legs in the water in an almost seizure-like movement. I rubbed myself slowly, he did the same with himself.

When he finally spoke again, he had to clear his throat to get it out, “Excellent, huh?” He put his hand around the base, “Are you sure? I mean, you haven’t seen the whole thing. Maybe you should take a closer look.” He cleared his throat again, not stroking.

Oh hell yes I’m taking that invitation.

I moved over and kneeled in front of him. Being just a hair taller, I was eye-to-eye with his belly button, and mouth-to-eye with his equipment. He had his hand at his shaft, and pointed it purposefully at my mouth.

My hand went up and took over for him. Instead of just going directly for the insertion, I moved underneath and rolled my tongue along the bottomside. I started where the fur of his balls met the base of his shaft, licked up maybe and inch or so and moved my lips over to help, turning my head sideways. I mouthed up along his the ridge at the bottom until the right side of my mouth came into contact with the bottom of his head.

I moved my head level, opened and took him inside. There was already a large drop of clear fluid ready and it had an apparent flavor to it, not like many guys. I moved down on him a bit, rolling my lips up and down as I did so, not giving him any suction just yet, more getting everything wet so that I could make it more of a spectacle when I wanted to.

Gary moaned low once I bottomed out as far as I could go, some four plus inches down. “Yeah, that’s nice.” He said, and moved his hands from the side of the pool table next to him to the sides of my head.

He began a massaging action along my temples and above my ears, coinciding with how I was starting to go back and forth on his rod. I put my own hand near his ass, using the other one as a sleeve around the base of him, keeping him stimulated without choking me to death.

At first, I’d thought maybe he’d been a bit new to having guys suck him off, but he didn’t seem to be the slightest bit phased by it, and as I was considering and wondering how familiar he was with it, he started flexing his ass against the pool table. This caught me with a fun sort of 3/4 or inch worth of thrusting on his part.

I pulled off, “Want me to back up, so you can get a better thrust at it?”

He looked down, pulling my head back onto him, then said, “No, it’s good, I’m just enjoying this anyhow. I don’t finish from blowjobs.” Heh, we have something in common.

The motion went back on, and I started to get a bit more creative with my hand motions. I’d already slobbered all over, so the motion was working like a champ. But if he wasn’t going to cum, I was going to at least try to being epic about it.

He kept his motion up for a few minutes, and I worked as best I could, exploring everything I could. I must have spent at least three minutes just exploring the ridge of his frenulum, hitting and reading the almost imperceptable braille of how it connected his head to his shaft with my tongue. He had a small extra bit of scar on the top from his long-ago circumcision, and I made sure that I was extraordinarily familiar with it, every bit of it.

I was working on it so intently, I almost didn’t notice it when he chuckled, “Hey, we have an audience now.”

Pulling off again, I kept jacking him and turned around to see Shelly and Mel leaning up on the top of the pool, peering in thru the window at our action. I smiled, waved to them. They waved back. Mel motioned, “Keep going”.

So I did. I immediately went back to a fast on/off motion, up-tempo with a bit more suction than I’d been using, seeing if I could get him a bit harder than before. I had a bit of a dark thought where I was hoping he’d use this on Mel. She hadn’t had anything but me since we moved down here, and I know that while she isn’t into huge dicks, she likes a bigger one now and then.

A moment or two later, the door opened and the gals came inside. I caught it out of my peripheral, as I wasn’t going to quit my action.

Shelly spoke first, “I don’t recall you giving you permission to suck my husband’s dick now, did I?”

I pulled off and glanced at her. Naked, she was a pretty damn impressive sight. It was interesting being around these two, most of my partners in the last few years have been either completely shaved or very trimmed. Gary sported a full bush, in as much as it was. Not very thick or pronounced. Shelly had a trimmed area, but it was longer than most women in the early 20’s range that I’d met…or accidentally saw porn or naked pictures of.

“I don’t give you permission to ride my wife’s face, so I figure we’re pretty even.” I said.

She said, “I don’t think so, pal. I think we need to go to the bedroom and discuss this.” She took me by the hand and led me towards the back of their very large one-story house.

The bedroom was bigger than I’d thought it would be. A large king-sized be dominated the center of one side of the room, dressers and walk-in closets either direction. There was an open door to a bathroom to the opposite door of the one we walked in.

Shelly pulled me into the room. I glanced back at Mel, who had a look on her face like, “I dunno, she’s running this one…” She took me into the room, pushed me back against the bed and pushed hard. I went back onto the bed. Shelly went down, undid my tie on the trunks, loosened them and pulled them down. My 5.5″ sprung to attention immediately.

“Yum!” she said, and without any hesitation went immediately onto me, mouthing me almost down to the bottom. There was a good inch left out when she gagged, stopped and pulled back up. She then started moving up and down on me, kind of sloppy, kind of disjointed, kind of…drunk.

Don’t get me wrong here, I’ve had some decent blowjobs from drunk people. I’ve had some terrible blowjobs from sober people. She was…well, enthusiastic is a good word.

She worked me in every direction you can imagine, not particularly towards an end, not particularly pointed, but definitely with gusto. Sometimes with teeth, which she would apologize for as I inhaled through my teeth.

It only took a few minutes of this before Mel said, “Let me show you.” She got on the bed, straddled my head and went down on me in a classic 69. Mel knows how to work me, so it wasn’t as bad as having someone both inexperienced and inebriated try it. It was distracting, however, to have Mel on my dick and Shelly apparently working my sack pretty hard, but I still dove into my wife’s groin with the normal gusto.

There’s not a lot of places you can go when you’re locked in this configuration, so I spent my time, lips, and tongue on her inner labia and clit. Mel has a much more defined errogenous zone on her left side, so I spend a bit more time there, after all, she’d gotten Shelly off at least three times, it was her turn.

I hadn’t been paying much attention to Gary, but my attention was definitely on him about 90 seconds into our little threeway action on the bed. Gary must have decided it was one person short, and I felt him get on the bed, maneuver over by my head. I looked up to see him straddling my face, his tight, hairy sack directly above my eyes as he lined himself up with Mel’s slit.

Using my tongue, I helped him line up as he pushed in. I watched with the closest view you can imagine as he pressed in about two inches, until her inner labia began to roll in slightly. He withdrew, and I got involved. I licked the underside of his shaft and her clit, his ballsack rubbing across my forehead and nose while I did. His next insertion went in to about the four inch point, a pull out and repeat of that same maneuver.

It was one of the best pictures you can imagine. Her inner lips snugged and then spread against the base of him as he pressed fully inside, his balls just a quarter inch or so away from where her clit sat. I licked at that, both her and him. She moaned around me from down below, sort of reminding me I actually did have a dick as well, and it was being worked on by two people.

Gary started his movement in and out, and I had my attention nowhere but right there. I vaguely had an impression that something was going on down by my crotch area, but there could have been a miracle happening and I wouldn’t have noticed it.

His prick, slick with her wetness would withdraw to just where I could see the outside ridge of his head, then slowly push back in. His movements were methodical, going all the way in, coming almost to the same point out every time. Once or twice, he’d miss a bit and come all the way out. His angle and hardness would pop him up towards her ass, so he’d push back down and go back in. I’d help now and then with a lick where pertinent.

I saw, over the course of several minutes that his perineum and sack had begun to shake. His inner thighs had a twitch to them. “Getting close?” I asked him.

“Yeah man, real close.” He said. Above me, I could see his shaft twitching with his heartbeat as it slid in and out of her. “Should I give it to her, or do you want it?”

I didn’t get the chance to answer, “Give it to him.” Mel said, pulling off of me for a second. I knew what she was up to.

A moment or two later, Gary’s already tight sack pulled up even tighter. From my angle, I saw his perineum swell, and a quick jab and pull as a roll of thick, white semen rolled out of Mel and down to my mouth. His cockhead was pushed down into my mouth as the next shot rolled out, then more and more followed.

Mel popped up and spun around, within the moment of his first shot into my mouth and the fourth or fifth, she’d mounted me and planted herself all the way down to my sack.

I’m visually titillated and I have a thing about cock in my mouth. I was definitely going to cum in short order.

Gary’s cum finally went from shots to a slow drool, and half of my mouth was full of the creamy mess. Mel began slamming herself down on me, and I could hear her get off from above where Gary’s prick was stuck in my mouth, his balls and crotch over my face. I hoped she would get to the point quick.

She did. She came down and pulled Gary’s cock out of my mouth, mouthing it herself quickly and illiciting a groan from him. He sat back as she planted her mouth on mine and began to swish her tongue around, lapping up and sharing the load that was in my mouth. The combination of that just swimming around in my head and her insistent slamming on me, not to mention her whimpers as she got off yet again had me spewing my seed inside her.

I just now noticed, as I pulsed inside her that there was..something…going on with my balls. I realized it was a mouth, licking and kissing them. Mel and I mutually swallowed as she pulled her head up, a line of something wet on her cheek. I said, “Shelly, you’re going to get a mouthful when Melanie pulls off of me.”

“Mmm hmmm.” she said around my now-descending sack. Mel lifted off of me and, predictably, a wet spot was all over the area. Shelly popped up and started cleaning the whole thing. A bit dirtier than I’d thought her, but then the night had been a whole lot of interesting so far.

From that point to today, Gary and Shelly have been a constant source of fun times in our lives. We’ve taken the occasional vacation with them, had many a party, when Shelly got knocked up and her sex drive went supercharged, it took all three of us to keep her in check for a while, but they have a great son, and we’re his godparents.

Over the last couple years, things have slowed down, what with a toddler and Gary actually getting up there enough where things are wearing on him, but we still meet up when we can, and still have good times.

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